Title: Caravan
Author: saturn_necklace/stormy_words
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Word count: 1,073
Rating: PG
Genre: Mild angst.
Warnings: British English, if you don't get something, thats probably why; just ask or google it.
Summary: Ohno and Nino are staying in a caravan, in a storm. They have a fight and Ohno walks out, angry.

Rain pounded against the caravan roof, the metallic sound of water hammering against the vehicle seemed deafening to Nino as he sat on the small bed. The view through the window was obscured by raindrops weaving their way down the glass - not that Nino thought he would be able to see much through the cascades of rain anyway, had the window been able to repel water.

He hadn’t moved in about two hours; the half finished cup of tea next to him had gone cold long before, and Nino showed no sign of making any attempt to drink it, let alone reheat it.

This, Nino thought, wasn’t supposed to be how he spent his holiday. He was meant to be having fun, just generally being happy; not sitting alone on their bed, replaying their argument in his head so many times that he thought he would never forget a single detail. The expression on Ohno’s face as he turned to leave - one of pure anger - was etched into Nino’s mind.

Ohno had grabbed his fishing equipment and left without another word; Nino wondered if he was alright. The rain was heavy and unrelenting, and the thought of Ohno stuck out on the lake in a storm - in danger - wasn’t one that appealed to Nino; truthfully, he was afraid.

As if to spite him, a bolt of lightning crackled in the sky, illuminating the room for a split second - substituting for the sunlight that had been hidden by foreboding black clouds. Soon after, thunder gave it’s predatory roar and Nino decided that someone up there must really hate him - maybe Grandma Ninomiya, she’d always seemed to hold something against him.

Honestly, Nino wasn’t sure what the fight had been about; he could remember every word in excruciating detail, but the argument had been so petty and nonsensical that he didn’t know what either of them had been trying to prove.

He watched two raindrops racing each other down the window, only to join midway, merging into one to finish the course together; Nino thought that it would be nice if he and Ohno could merge together again like that, as they had so many times before - he was doubtful though, as much as he would love amazing make-up-sex, the look Ohno had given him made him unsure about any thoughts of reconciliation.

The consistent sound of rain on the roof abruptly changed to the forceful sound of hail clattering against the metal - the paint work would probably be chipped tomorrow, knowing Nino’s current luck - and Nino’s worry returned.

‘Grandma Ninomiya,’ he thought, eyes closed in silent prayer, ‘If you’re up there, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put your cat in the bath when I was seven - well I did, but I didn’t realise that she would be quite so bad at swimming. Anyway, I’d really appreciate it if you could try not to kill Ohno. Thanks’

Nino opened his eyes to another flash of lightning. ‘I’m going insane. I’m praying to my dead grandmother.’ He let his head drop back against the caravan wall, then repeated the motion a couple more times for good measure - he was vaguely hoping that it would bring his sanity back.

He looked towards the door and sighed; no matter how many times he looked, a dripping Ohno didn’t appear in the doorway, a huge grin on his face as he held up his catch of the day for Nino to see.

Nino supposed that he could always go and look for Ohno, but he wasn’t sure that it would be entirely appreciated; Ohno had always liked being alone, particularly when he was angry - for any chance of reconciliation, Nino would have to let him calm down.

As time went on, Nino began to get tired - after a few more hours he was barely able to keep his eyes open, let alone stifle his yawns. A glance at the clock informed him in obnoxious, red flashing numbers that it was well past two in the morning.

Finally, he moved. The tea was in his way, and he really needed to just lie down and sleep. The cold drink was soon safely placed on the floor next to the bed, and all Nino could do was let his body flop down onto the bed, drained of all energy.

The moment his head hit the pillow he was asleep, the sheets remaining in a tangled mess beneath him and the blanket haphazardly twisted around his legs. It was a dreamless sleep - probably a good thing, considering the state of Nino’s mind; any dreams he’d had would most likely have been unpleasant to say the least.

It was about four in the morning when Ohno returned; Nino lay in the same position, deep in sleep, and Ohno’s expression softened as he saw the other. He put away his fishing gear as quietly as possible, leaving a trail of water droplets behind him; the rain hadn’t let up and Ohno was completely soaked, hair plastered to his face and clothes clinging to his skin with every move he made.

He peeled off his clothes slowly and carefully, not wanting to wake Nino - he was feeling bad about the argument, as he had been since his anger faded away around an hour after the fight - he hung his clothes on the hooks next to the caravan door, leaving them to drip dry as he searched for a towel.

His hair stuck out at odd angles - a towel dried style - as he rubbed warmth into his clammy skin, drying himself as well as possible before slipping on a pair of boxers and a shirt.

The dip of the bed as Ohno lay down was what woke Nino. He stared at Ohno with an expression of concern, pain and regret. Ohno untangled the blanket from Nino’s legs and carefully draped it over them.
“I’m sorry. I love you. Go back to sleep.”

An expression of relief washed over Nino’s face as Ohno’s arm wound around his waist.
“Did you catch anything?”
“No. Go back to sleep.”
“I love you.”
“I know. Go back to sleep.”

Nino laughed and rolled onto his side to face Ohno.
“What if I’m not tired anymore?”
“You are.” Ohno assured him with a smile, pulling Nino closer. “Go back to sleep.”