Human After All

[One Shot] Journée

Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:08:28 GMT

My entry for the ohmiya contest. Cross-posted.

Title : Journée
Pairing : Ohmiya
Rating : PG-13
Word Count : 2670
Warning : Very fluffy. Quick ending; sorry about that.
Note : Originally written for dthnhi 's birthday. Happy Birthday again, dear Yuuji <3104 !

Ohno has his rolleiflex tied loosely around his neck, already opening the device with extreme care.
Swiftly, he takes the newly-bought film out of the wrapper, tears away the protective paper and places it in the chamber; extends it slowly, rolls the crank until he hears a faint click sound.
He smiles sleepily.

36 poses, he thinks, are quickly wasted. He promises himself to consider every angle before closing the shutter; he puts on his coat and walks lightly on the cobblestones, soon reaching the train station.
His camera rocks against his chest, square corners pushing against his soft sweater's fabric.

It's 5:43 am when he arrives at Nino's apartment and opens the door soundlessly.

Unsurprisingly, Nino is awake, sitting cross-legged in front of his television screen.
Ohno removes his coat, shoes. He shuffles next to Nino, pokes him in the ribs to announce his presence, and lets himself fall on the floor.
Nino sighs, seeming content.

"Why are you here so early, sloth." He then asks, a hint of malice in his raspy voice.
Ohno shrugs; feels Nino squirms when he does so.
"I'm waiting for the sunrise." He answers, glancing at the window on his right.
Nino nods, then pauses his game.
"And I can safely assume you forgot about breakfast ?" He turns towards Ohno and caresses the camera with the tip of his forefinger, a knowing smile dancing across his lips.
Ohno nods and brings his hand to his neck, slightly blushing, more from simple happiness than embarrassment.
He hears Nino's chuckle from the kitchen, the sound of clattering plates muffling it.

They're both sitting at the small wooden table; Nino's sipping a cup of dark tea, slowly, peacefully; Ohno watches him while finishing his scrambled eggs, carefully swallowing his mouthfuls, for fear to stain himself again. (“and your mother wonders why all your laundry is done here; next time, why don't you tell her my cooking is the best you've ever eaten, if you want to make her cry so much ?”)
As soon as his plate is cleaned, Nino's petite hands pick it up with the emptied cup, waiting for the tap water to become lukewarm.
The sun rises at that moment, and Nino blinks; he squints. Ohno slowly adjusts his camera, aims and decides to close the shutter at the exact moment Nino raises his hand to move his hair out of his eyes.
Ohno grins, thinking of how the picture will look like. He gets up and leans heavily against Nino's frame, circles his waist to support him and asks in a whisper if he needs any help.

Nino smiles, shakes his head, and puts it against Ohno's shoulder, playing with the foam around his fingers. He reaches and covers Ohno's nose with it. He laughs when the latter scrunches his nose, and asks if he can take a picture, drying his hand with a green towel.
Ohno gives him the camera, carefully tying it against the smooth curve of his neck; he points to the crank and the light's scale, and Nino cradles the device with extreme care, looks down into the purple lens and asks Ohno to scrunch up his face again.
Ohno obliges, and Nino snaps two shots : one of his face, and one of his hand resting on the table, fingers folded around the edges, the shades of the skin and wood blending oddly.

Ohno goes to sit on the living room sofa, waiting for Nino to get dressed. He ponders about what he should photograph next. Thirty-three seems like a broad number.
Nino quickly comes back, pale blue t-shirt and faded jeans clinging to him. Ohno makes fun of him for not having the same socks, and why does he even have Doraemon ones, anyway.
Nino sticks his tongue out at him, but still climbs onto his knee, balancing himself with the help of his hand around Ohno's shoulder.
They both bask in the silence, not wanting to disturb anything, not wanting to move.

"Hey," softly, Nino lowers himself against Ohno's right side, feels the warmth of his skin underneath the soft cotton, and he doesn't know why, but he feels slightly nostalgic, "do you ever think we're kind of wasting our time, sitting like this, and doing nothing ?"
Ohno tickles Nino's nape lightly, his fingers grazing back and forth slowly.

"I don't think we do anything constructive, anyway."

Nino nods, closes his eyes.

"Apart from the sex, of course." He quickly adds, familiar smirk and playful glance thrown at Ohno.

“And the fishing ?” Ohno tries next, naïve look blossoming on his face as he recalls one of his numerous fishing trip.

Nino sighs and mumbles something that Ohno catches as “whatever”. He suddenly grabs Nino’s thumb, and fixes his gaze upon it, fascinated.
Nino’s puzzled, but doesn’t move. Not when Ohno looks so intensely focused.

“Can I take a picture of your thumb ?” Ohno asks brightly, readying his camera again. The younger man pouts, hides his hands behind his back.

“I don’t really like my hands. And my thumbs are really not that great.” He chews on his lower lip, uncomfortable.

Ohno makes a ‘tsk’ sound and reaches for Nino’s right hand, holding the thumb out and indicating to Nino that he shouldn’t move.

“You’re going to pay for this” is the only warning Nino gives, but he stays still.

Ohno takes two poses, then places the camera on the table delicately. He’s humming a familiar melody.
Nino rakes his hand through his hair, an awkward feeling traveling up his spine as he thinks of the pictures.

“Your hands are cute, you know.” Ohno’s smile is reassuring, and somehow seductive, Nino thinks.

Just then, Ohno chooses his moment to approach him slowly, his face only centimeters apart from Nino’s. He looks a little bit cross-eyed, and his eyelashes are tickling Nino’s skin.

Nino is grateful. Grateful because Ohno always knows the right timing. Because Ohno never rushes things; he waits, and he doesn’t mind. He knows that Nino is scared, deep inside, of so many things, and he knows that it’s hard for him to open up when he’s so used to shielding himself constantly.

Their lips meet. Only the sound of their breathing is filling the room, and soon enough, Nino sighs heavily, shuddering. He starts to move, ever so slowly, and Ohno plays with the hair under his ear.
Nino smiles from the sensation, and Ohno grins a bit too much, because he loves it when Nino is so soft and pleased.

They part shortly after, and Nino’s eyes shine; the blush on his cheek is bright, almost vivid, and Ohno’s eyes widen with inspiration. He grabs his camera, doesn’t bother with the settings: he just takes a picture of Nino, still breathless, still devouring him with scorching eyes.

Naturally, Ohno chooses that exact moment to sneeze.
This leaves Nino out of breath from excessive chuckling, and Ohno could not be any more scarlet right now. He tries to push Nino off of him with clumsy movements, only to find himself straddled the next second.
He briefly wonders if he should act clumsier, or if, on the contrary, a bit of dexterity wouldn’t hurt.
Nino pecks his nose and he figures he doesn’t have to do anything, really.
He hums.

“You’re pretty.” He mouths, the distance between him and Nino so reduced that he could think the words and Nino would probably be able to hear him.
And smack him mentally, which wouldn’t hurt as much.

“I’m not a girl. Say I’m ‘handsome’.” Nino retrieves his hand from the top of Ohno’s head, not before dropping a small caress, just in case he really hurt him.

“I can’t help it, you’re cute and pretty. Not really handsome. That’s more Sho, or Masaki.”

Nino pouts, crosses his arms and rests his chin on them, narrowing his eyes. Ohno looks uneasy.

“More making out ?” He tries, tentatively smiling. Nino huffs.

“You can bitch all you want, Kaz’, I will not say that cheesy line”. Ohno declares, uninterested. He removes the boy from his chest, then proceeds to do the same with his sweater.

“Why can’t you say it,” Nino curls his arms around his legs, frowning at his boyfriend. “You don’t lo--”

Ohno quickly presses his hand on his mouth, shaking his head.

“It loses its meaning if it’s said carelessly.” He pokes Nino’s cheek with his finger. “You, of all people, should know that.”

Nino’s questioning look clearly indicates that he’s not following him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must’ve mistaken you with someone else; someone who writes deep, emotional love songs about unrequited feelings.” He nods to himself, and Nino tackles his knees.
Ohno falls on his back, winces. Nino smirks.

“They were all written for you, idiot.” He murmurs.
He looks oddly serious, so instead of a snarky remark, Ohno strokes his forehead with the back of his hand. He leaves his hand there, palm warm against Nino’s head.

And then, Nino wants to ruin everything, Ohno decides, and gets up. The slight boy retrieves his guitar case from under the sofa, and Ohno kicks an eyebrow.

“I like it here,” Nino says, defensive. “You put your lures in your bedside table.” He adds, wincing as a painful evening comes back to his mind.

While Nino accords the tensed cords of his guitar, Ohno carefully kneels near him, frames the boy’s profile with a hand and three cords; a strand of hair and the queue; a swift, slow movement of his thumb brushing against a raspy cord.
Ohno can’t seem to stop, and before he knows it, he’s taken nine clichés. He stops when the silence becomes heavy, when he notices Nino’s thoughtful stare upon his face. Puzzled, he blinks. Nino seems lost, away.

Ohno lets it go, because he knows one of Nino’s quirks is to look at him for some sort of inspiration. He doesn’t know how it comes to him, how he interprets it. He just knows that his usual quiet self seems to bring something to the boy, a rush of emotions.

He should feel embarrassed, uncomfortable; he strangely isn’t. He knows he has his own kind of focus as well, he knows that he likes to touch, to feel, and if he can do it with Nino’s hands, or with an experimental touch on Nino’s jaw, a feather’s path on his pale wrist- then that’s how they communicate, find their senses, their marks.

“Satoshi, could you come here and make sure my feet don’t turn into ice cubes, please ?” Nino bats his eyelashes at Ohno, who crawls next to him with a sigh.

“This” Ohno declares, poiting at Nino’s foot in his lap, “is what happens when one is too cheap to afford slippers.”

“Aw, but then where’s the fun in having you as a feet slave ?”
Ohno squeezes his foot.

“I wish you’d be my slave, for once” he says, hope present in his voice. “and I could make you my personal puppy. I’d call you Ni-chan, and you’d walk with me in the park. You’ll look happily at other dogs’ butts, and I’ll give you a treat for not humping the neighbour’s Chihuahua.”

Nino looks disturbed, and kicks Ohno to make him stop talking.

“First of all, you’re weird. And second, I’m only interested in your butt. If you’d stop feeding rabid fangirls with shots of it in every tv show we host, I’d be quite happy, too.”

Ohno’s smiling knowingly, “ah, they like it all so much. My mum told me once I could make a fortune if I’d sell myself.”
Nino’s hand stops strumming his guitar.

“Your mother has issues.” He concludes, “what shall we do today ?” he then asks, looking up at Ohno, who’s counting on his fingers the salary he’d earn if he sold his body instead of being an idol.

“Hm ? Well, I was thinking of doing nothing and molesting you later. Possibly take pictures during said act so I can prove to Masaki that I am in fact a real man who knows ‘how to take care of the lady’. Why, what did you want to do ?”

“Same, except for the molesting part. I was thinking very gay evening where I’d trick you into making gentle love to me.”

“Gentle ?” Ohno raises an eyebrow. “Are you ill or something ?”

“Nah, just trying to fulfill my dream of becoming like Jun.”

Ohno chuckles openly, shaking his head.

They spend their afternoon quite in the same way, lounging on each other and talking about their lives.
Ohno occasionally leans on Nino to steal a kiss, while the latter tries his best at invading Ohno’s space to the point where he has trouble breathing (but that may just be caused by the very intense kiss he decides to give him after Ohno compliments the mole on his chin for the tenth time).
They forget about the time and it’s night already. Ohno has taken some more shots, and he doesn’t know if they’re any good anymore because he doesn’t remember taking that many; Nino, however, has a mischievous smile and Ohno’s pretty sure he’ll get a surprise once in his black room.

Nino fixes them dinner, and they eat silently. Ohno’s too focused on the food to talk, and Nino watches the sun set with a deep sigh.

“The day’s already over.” He murmurs, and Ohno stops his fork halfway to his mouth.

“It just means the night’s about to begin, Kaz’.” He grins sheepishly.
Nino can’t help but return the smile.

Ohno steals a t-shirt and strips his jeans off, not before calling his mother to reassure her that he’s not dead, and that she does not need in any way to alert the police nor Johnny’s Entertainment that he disappeared.
The boss wasn’t very happy about the last three incidents.

Nino settles with him on the bed, and Ohno plays with his hair while the younger man reads, his glasses slipping off his nose.
So of course, Ohno decides to make him pose with them.
He’s soon out of film, and pouts sadly.
Nino smiles, a fond look on his face, and puts his book aside.

“You’ll take more another day.” He says, pinching Ohno’s cheeks. “Plus, I need some more cuddling from you. Remember the gentle love making I was promised ?”

Ohno rolls his eyes, but pushes the slight boy onto the cushions anyway.

“I never promised anything.” He whispers, hovering above Nino, whose breathing is becoming shallower.
Little hands grab at his neck, and they both drown in their kisses.
The night seems blurry and fast as they move alongside each other, craving for more touch, more fire.
They fall asleep entwined, so close it’s hard to feel which limbs belongs to whom, and which arm is stuck right in that spot.

Morning arrives, and Nino wakes up alone.
He sighs in frustration, and kicks his boxers out of the way. The apartment is empty.

Ohno feels something crawling on his stomach, and he suddenly remembers his mother saying something about flesh-eating insects in the area.

He instantly relaxes when he feels a slight puff of air next to his ear.
Then moans in pain as his ear is being bitten off by a very angry Ninomiya.

“How dare you leave me alone after such a night ?”

He bites harder.

“Playing hard to get ?” Nino adds, his arms restraining Ohno’s movements.

“I’m sorry. I just really wanted to develop those,” he points towards the recipient filled with water, a red glow surrounding them.

Nino licks his ear while looking at one picture already drying above them. His breath catches in his throat.

“I took this one.” He whispers, and Ohno puts his hand over his, squeezing gently.

“Yeah. It’s us, Kaz’.” Ohno states, rather uselessly.

Nino just nods, his chin digging in Ohno’s shoulder.

“Can I have it ?”

Ohno answers with a kiss.

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 20:16:47 GMT

On hiatus.

So much spamming should not be allowed

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 14:48:28 GMT

QUICK, QUICK, ALL OF YOU ARASHI FANS READING MY LJ.

Normally, I avoid polls. I do.

BUT SEEING KAT-TUN IN THE FIRST PLACE ? (and don't get me wrong, I don't hate kat-tun. I just openly dislike them.)

Now, that's not right.

VOTE !

You know you want it.

(And why the hell is there no Ohmiya SK options ? Nor Arashi ? No fair.)

Greyish, because I feel like it

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 22:29:51 GMT

Yes, you are not dreaming ! A wallpaper.
To wish you a Happy New Year, to apologize for my absence & procrastination.

Also, because I think this is the most gorgeous pic of Ohno I've ever seen. *sigh*

*stares*

Okay, I have to go now.

By the way, only 1440x900 right now. I'll edit with other sizes. Don't hesitate to ask !
Oh, and feel free to consider it as a canvas; you can modify it all you want !
I'd apreciate the credit, but do as you wish !

Farewell, <3104

Happy New Year =D

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 18:46:02 GMT

Hello all !

Happy New Year !

My first post to announce that I am back from that annoying hiatus ! Yay !

First of all, sorry m(_ _)m
I know there are pending requests & fics that I need to work on, and I'm very sorry I had to leave so abruptly. Life is annoying; not hard, just really pissing me off. Hopefully, 2009 will be a tid bit better.

Anyway, I'm working on a to-do list, and so far I'm a bit late XD So let me catch up a bit, and since I'll be going back to school on the 7th, I'll have more busy time; which is perfect for me. Homeworks mean free time for me; I tend to forget them. So I promise I'll work on all of this.
New fics to come, a post for all the small drabbles I've written for dreamalivefics; maybe a fic index so I won't get lost ... a lot of stuff to do on this LJ. Oh, there's also a simple "new" layout that I kinda made, but I kept it white and simple. Although I love designs, I like useful and classical better. And a bit of Ohmiya, too.

A quick resume of my holidays, and a tiny list of what to come soon under the cuts; I'm glad to be back, dear people; Best Wishes for the new year !

So during that hiatus, I went to visit some family in France; mainly in Bourgogne (lost place) and Paris; spent Chistmas with my grandparents & cousins, received presents, etc ... I drew a bit, visited some places I visit every year (the lack of interesting things to do and the urge to get out of the house before I litterally murdered my cousins made it a happy event for me to get out of the house and go to a random castle for the 22nd time in my life.)
I was happy to see my grandma, though. My grandpa's a special guy, it's always weird to visit him. But I don't mind much, except when he's being hurtful. Anyway. Got back in Brussels on the 29th, and I'm still trying to catch up with all the updates XD
Well, although it seemed like regular holidays, I was glad to have some things to think about. I think and daydream all the time. It's an occupation, for me, and so when my mind is empty, I feel sad. Which I didn't feel, there's so much to remember, anyway. But I'm starting to rambling ='D
Maybe more details when I won't feel as lightheaded (and when I won't be distracted by the smell of Tea downstairs. Yum.)

To-do / Upcoming stuff List :

- Notre. Which is a secret. A secret secret. *winks to Kyon*
- More drabbles to come ! And a one-shot if I get around it.
- Banners for Kos & Myself, I think; help with her soon-to-be layout, too ! *clings to Master Kyon*
- Pending requests for banners & other graphics that I've already posted
- Finish packing packages, and sending them. I'm such a airheaded that if I don't engrave this in my skin, I'll probably forget about it. I'm hopeless.... I'll stop here before I go even more dizzy.

See you all !

Oh, and I'm stealing a huge hug from ishi_ann & sylphina , just because I love them. I've missed you guys ;_;

... Vive Captain Jack. Je peux pas résister. Je crois que c'est son sourire ET ses yeux, Ishi.

Hiatus.

Sat, 06 Dec 2008 18:48:53 GMT

ON HIATUS. DO NOT KNOW WHEN I'LL BE BACK.

Although I'd already decided to go on hiatus for school reasons, I never thought today would be such a influencing factor. All I can say, unfortunately, is that I won't be able to handle everything from here on. I can't stand that atmosphere, I can't stand all that's happening. Why does he seem so desperate to keep on living ? ...
Sorry for all the pending requests. I promise to get back on those as soon as I come back. Same for the fic, Kyon.
Love you all.

Another Wallpaper

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 21:55:26 GMT

Hey !

I've found another wallpaper I'd made some time ago; the format is 1280x800, but of course, here again, I take any request asked. (if you want a header or banner, do ask for a specific size)

With writing :

No Writing :

Credits go to arashi_yuuki for the scans.

Feel free to modify it if you want;

Hope you like it =)

X-posted on arashi_on

Yawns

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 17:38:29 GMT

Well hullo !

Today, came home early; was fed up with school --> took the bus --> arrived home to find my dad asleep on my bed hugging my plushie --> shrugged --> went on computer --> downloaded too much HQ scans --> made an LJ header

And here's the header : (750x500)

Edit - Wallpaper version for cutetakato , ilove_yamapi and beep2x ; 1280x800 :

Banner to come soon.

Anyone one wants a wallie, a banner, a something with that pic ? Feel free to ask. I take any demands, any dimensions, anything. (Even a "can you put make-up on Jun ?" Yes. "Can you make him a rainbow alien ?" ... I can try ? )

Feel free to ask =)

No credits (unless you really want to)
Can use it for anything.
I consider this as a pattern of some kind, feel free to modify it all you want
However, do not repost it, just put a link to here. (Yes. I'm lonely.)

Love you all !

~~(also, where can I cross-post this, dear friends who know how to make and post graphics ?)~~
kyon, as always, you're the bestest =)

<3104

Drawings =D

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 21:36:12 GMT

I COME, DEAR FRIENDS, BEARING DRAWINGS.

Yes, I know, only two for now, because well, only had the time to scan two (... My dad was like "I NEED MY SCANNER !" *clings to films, with teary eyes, on his knees with some chocolate* so I couldn't say no, really.)

ONE FOR DEAR KYON; QUALITY SUCKS, EYES SUCK, BUT HEY. IT'S THE FEELING THAT COUNTS.
(And the Oh-chan <3104)

( don't kill me. AND CRITIQUE !) Also, BADLY CLEANED. DO NOT KILL AGI ;_;

ALSO, FOR MY DEAR ISHI-ANN. I AM SO SO SO SORRY I WORRIED YOU *Sylphie m'a envoyé un message qui m'a FREAKED OUT T_T*

ET ET JE M'EXCUSE. ALORS J'AI DESSINE CA. ROUGHLY. EN 5 MINUTES MÊME PAS. MAIS JE PENSAIS A TOI. JE SUIS DESOLEE. JE T'AIME. NE TE FAIS PAS DE SOUCIS POUR MOI T_T (tu sais, on dirait vraiment Ohno. Mais pourtant, je l'ai fait sans aucun modèle ._. j'espère qu'il te plaît. <3)

Voila. I LOVE YOU ALL.

JE VOUS AIME

*HUGGU*

Nyah, some drabbles !

Sun, 02 Nov 2008 19:27:57 GMT

Edit

Title : ... My iTunes is gay ?
Pairing(s) : Mainly some Arashi crack. Beware of the Ohmiya fluff, though 8D
Rating : it doesn't go further than PG-13, I guess. Although I should rate it "VVGJ" for "Very Very Gay Jun"
Beta : kos_mos26 ! APPLAUSES, EVERYONE, THIS GIRL IS A GODDESS.
Notes : for dear Kyon ! (dthnhi ) Because she wrote some too 8D *I'm working on the beta~*. Dear Kyon is so talented *squishes* make sure you check her daily Ohno Month Drawings !!
Also, it's the "song challenge" thingy; you put your gay iTunes on shuffle, and you only have the time of the song to write the drabble. Hence the total RANDOMNESS.

Here it goes again – Ok Go

It was a very strange morning, Sho thought. He woke up and stared at his feet who’d made him jump from the bed, without warning. Slowly, he stretched his knees, and discovered that it would stretch a lot. Frowning, he tried to crack his neck, and it would bend without effort. Sensing something was wrong, he looked around, and backing from the bed, he crouched a bit and jumped. It was a perfect backflip. He sighed, and with a slouch, entered the kitchen where Aiba was smiling broadly.

« Okay, Aiba, for the last time : stop trying to make potions so that I’ll stop being stiff. It only annoys me and gives me stomach problems for a week. »

Singing in the rain – Gene Kelly

Jun tugged on his hat, trying to cover his silky hair. With a light smile and a look at the cloudy sky, he started skipping in the middle of the humid cobblestones. As he looked around him, people with umbrellas were rushing everywhere, and soon the street was emptied, except for a young man with a big smile and a wall of water falling on him; taking a deep breath, Jun started to jump around in the puddles forming on the uneven floor, and soon he’d grabbed the light pole, and was swinging around it, running for the drain where he took his hat off and let the water pour over him. With another little skip, he did a graceful dance move, arms wide and clothes sticking to his body. He then jumped on the side of a house, making his leather shoes slam over the stone, enjoying every sound that came. Soon, he reached a climax, losing himself in all of the elements combined; after some time, the rain slowed and stopped. As did Jun’s dancing, and people came back, little by little. Jun put his hat back on, and as he walked away, a rainbow appeared.

Bienvenue à Halloween – Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack

As the mayor of the town arrived, Jun slowly closed the door of the huge assembly, hiding from the slight light outside with his cape; Mayor Aiba took the micro, and with a slight cough, he started to ask for attention. His cheery face was on, and Sho, scratching his wing, stared at the man on the scene, listening thoroughly, flying to another spot to change the lightning. Nino, with a poke, tried to wake up the pumpkin asleep next to him; but all he could do was pass through him, and with a sigh, he let his pumpkin shaped nose shine during the meeting, asleep himself, trying to feel Ohno's hard orange skin.

Niji – Nino

« Satoshi~ »

Ohno lifted his head up, blinking thrice before Nino started talking, eyes closed. « Why don’t you come to bed, I’m cold. » With his whiny but adorable voice, Nino pouted, and Ohno sighed, putting his lures aside and sitting next to Nino on the bed. « I’m not sleepy at all, Kazu. I think I’ll go fishing or something, but I’ll get you another cover if you w- » he was stopped by a small hand on his mouth ; hair hiding his eyes, Nino groaned and got up, putting on some jeans and a large sweater belonging to Ohno. « Kazu ? » Ohno stood there, as Nino was putting on sneakers, and taking an small umbrella. He took Ohno’s warm hand in his, and led him out of their little apartment. Once in the street, he snuggled close to Ohno, gave him the umbrella, and put his head on his shoulder. « Do you notice how it’s always the smaller one in a couple who holds the umbrella ? » Ohno chuckled, and poked Nino in the ribs, the sound of the rain making them feel envelopped in their own bubble. « So, why did you come ? » Nino slowed down, « I don’t like the fact that you sleep with fish more than me. So I’ll come, and I’ll get all the cuddling. » he answered in a whisper, and Ohno squeezed his hand, stopping to steal a kiss from the pouty lips.

Face Down – Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Nino was sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, blood smeared on his pajama t-shirt. He heard some rushed footsteps, and saw Aiba coming towards him, out of breath, face bright red, and sat next to him. He tried to explain how he heard about it, how he rushed and tripped and fell, and look, he’s bleeding too, but it doesn’t matter, he should stop talking. And how is Nino, anyway ? What happened exactly ? He didn’t quite get what his sister was telling him on the phone. Nino didn’t say anything, and grabbed Aiba’s sleeve, pulling him into a hug. Aiba felt hot tears, he felt Nino trembling, punching his chest and screaming, and it was with swears and cries that Aiba understood it all ; how Nino’s father came home, how he hit his mother, how Nino ran to protect her ; how Nino got hit too. How he screamed to his sister to go call someone, and how his father stopped when the police arrived. His cries finished in whispers, his hands were steady and still shaking, and with the last of his voice, Aiba heard a little « thank you » before the small boy fell asleep. A single tear fell on Aiba’s cheek, and he squeezed his friend’s body agaisnt his, rocking gently.

D.A.N.C.E. – Justice

As Jun was increasing the volume, Aiba lost his mike and had to run down the flight of stairs to go get it where it landed in the seats, under the laughter of Nino and Sho who were watching from the moving platform; and Ohno arrived, his solo costume on, so Jun made a sign, and some music started to echo; Ohno’s body followed the rythm, and the laughterquickly stopped, soon replaced by a dead silence, as Nino had sat down, Sho was kneeling next to him, and Aiba was slowly climbing the stairs to take a better look; Jun had stopped checking the sound system and was now resting against a machine, enjoying the end of the performance, and Ohno, with a dazed look, stopped with a frown, faced the four or them and asked, slightly panting : « What happened ? Did I miss a step or something ? »

Leave out all the rest – Linkin Park

He held the wet flowers gently, the color a bit too bright for his taste. A hand was on his shoulder, but he didn’t feel any warmth. He didn’t feel the cold of the stone he was sitting on, either, so he figured it wasn’t that bad. He stared around him, watching the peaceful view that was offered to him ; daylight was still allowing him to watch far away, where people were moving, where life was spreading.

He slowly took a flower, which was white with little drops of water on it, making rainbow colors on the petals, and put it on top of the grave he was sitting on. He got up, and walked until he arrived in front of a black grave. Again, he picked a flower, a bright red one, almost brown, and deposed it near the picture engraved in the stone. After some searching, he found one grave circled by other fancy-looking ones, a plate indicating the name of the big family. For this one, he chose the soft coloured blue flower he had and left again. As he arrived near the gate to exit the cemetery, he stopped once again. The last flower in hand, a bright yellow pensée, fell slowly on the last grave. He left, taking the daylight with him, returning to life.

Nikata – Yoshida Brothers

« A … shamisen ? » Nino looked up at the three confused faces watching him as he held the instrument with confidence.

« I got a request from a big fan, » he answered, smugly, « and I’ve always wanted to try this, so … »

At that moment, Jun entered the room, a smirk spreading on his face. He looked at the group of people questionning Nino, and, curious, approached.

« Ah, Jun ! You’re here ! » Nino made a flick of the wrist to invite him to sit besides him. « I’ve finally finished practicing for that song you requested »

« Thanks so much, Nino » Jun’s eyes were glistening with joy, and Nino couldn’t help but put a smug grin on his face, happy with his effort. He then started playing, and Sho, Aiba and Ohno slowly backed away, wondering what the hell had happened with those two, and then Sho started wondering; since when had Nino learned to play the shamisen. Aiba nodded, and added that, did anyone notice ?Jun had Nino’s favourite shirt on, last week !

Apparently, Ohno hadn't; he choked on his tea and his eyes went wide as he stared at Jun’s hand, resting way too close to Nino’s shoulder.

Kids with guns – Gorillaz

« And so you press that button to get some more ammo, and this one to shoot ; if you have a sniper, you use this one to zoom and this one is for the napalm weapon. Did you get everything ? » Ohno nodded, but felt completly lost. Apparently, the game Nino and him were playing felt it too, since when Nino had finished cornering the poor soldier in every corner, the word appeared on his part of the screen, while Nino got a golden « Won » and to celebrate, he decided to go get some snacks in the kitchen. Ohno pouted, and while Nino was gone, he looked through the racks of games in the living room. Finding one he liked, he put it in the playstation, and when Nino came back, it was with a very slight snort that he asked why the hell was Ohno playing Winnie the pooh. Ohno just asked why there was this game here in the first place, and why was « Yuuji » the one who’d made all the high scores. Nino just munched on some pop-corn.

Cry for you - Arashi

« Tell me again why I have to do the ugly work ? »

Jun was pissed. Damn, thought Nino. Quick, find some random excuse.

« Because you’re stylish and did I tell you how much I loved your new hair ? » Nino tried to smile genuinely, but Jun only gave him the evil look. Annoyed, Nino closed his notebook. « Fine. You don’t get to help me prepare the special party for Aiba’s birthday. You’re not invited either. Oh, and don’t steal Ohno’s Maou look ; you can’t pull it off. » Jun struggled for the next minute during which Nino was painfully slowly putting his coat on, and he finally gave up, taking Nino’s arm to get him to sit back on the chair. Nino, with a smug grin, opened his notebook again, and told Jun when he would enter the party so that the surprise effect would be perfect.

« I still don’t get why I have to be a reindeer and you all get to be elves and Sho santa. It’s just unfair. »

« Don’t cry, sissy ; it was a reindeer or a christmas tree. And since Aiba always wants to be it, you’re not allowed to complain. Besides, Ohno had to do it last year, and he didn’t say anything. » Nino replied, not looking up from his planner.

« That’s because you gave him carots. »

Nino just smiled, whispering something that sounded like « and many more » but he chose to ignore what the brat was saying and tried to focus on how could one make a reindeer costume fashionable. This was going to be a long party.

Fic : Halloween Challenge ! (October 2008)

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 01:48:16 GMT

Okay ! And here is the finished piece of work I've made for the kotobayori October Challenge. That is, a Halloween fic.

I must say, it was hard. I wrote less than 1000 words, and it took me a MONTH to get there. But, hey, I do what I can, and I tried, so that counts for something.
Moving on to the drabble before I start rating about my life~

All under a cut ! =D

Title: Nightmares
Pairing: Ohmiya. -Ish.
Rating: PG-13 for raw descriptions
Word count: Microsoft Word says 934. I say 31. Choose your side.
Summary: We all make nightmares. We do.
Beta: Many thanks to kos_mos26  (I’ll get you an Aiba cone <3)
Notes: October Challenge, Halloween-ish. Hope I won’t disappoint, hope everybody will understand, hope it’s not too awful. ;_;
Many thanks to ishi_ann  for being my muse and my stupid-chan. We all need a stupid-chan. Especially one who has a curly wig fetish. Yes we do. *huggu*
*X-posted to arashirabu  & jent_fanfics *

He came home to a quiet and warm apartment, barely noticing where his bag was landing, too occupied to rush to the kitchen, looking for something warm and edible.

Unfortunately, the room looked neat and cold, as if nobody had used it in a long time.

Ohno frowned. It was unusual, that, at this time, it felt so empty. Nino was supposed to be home.

But then again, Nino had a thing for surprises.

With a light smile, Ohno made his way towards the bedroom, hearing a faint noise of fabric being rustled. He opened the door, relieved to find a smirking Nino wearing only a shirt - which, apparently, belonged to Ohno, so he figured it was the one he was wearing the night before - and some boxers, legs crossed and fixing Ohno with an intense gaze.

"So here you are," Ohno sighed, closing the door behind him and dropping next to Nino, "I thought you'd abandoned me ... Imagine that, I would've starved to death."

Nino snuggled next to his boyfriend, caressing his torso and unbuttoning his shirt slowly. "Oh, I would be the one to starve, trust me ..."

Ohno chuckled, stroking Nino's petit arms with his long fingers, his eyes slowly closing." Ah ... I'm hungry."

Ohno felt Nino's body tremble against his as the younger boy laughed.

"You know what, Oh-chan ..."

Nino's eyes appeared in front of Ohno's, glowing with intensity and a spark of something else, something burning, Ohno thought.

"I'm hungry too."

And with that, the slight man opened his mouth, and two long teeth shone in the dimly lit room, piercing the skin at the base of Ohno's neck, a hot trail of dark liquid flowing from the wound.

Ohno choked, his eyes opened wide with horror, watching Nino sucking his blood, licking his lips, moaning at each sip.

"Kaz- Kazunari ! STOP !" The clawed hands had now turned ice cold, and the sparkle in Nino's eyes was gone, replaced by a fire driven by hunger.

Ohno tried to escape, but the cold was paralyzing him, his senses leaving him, and could only watch the man sharing his life suck it out of him, slowing down when too much blood filled his mouth, some dripping on his chin, staining Ohno's shirt and sheets, biting on every patch of clean skin he could find.

Ohno's strength started to fade, he couldn't make out what he was mumbling, he couldn't stop his brain from pounding against his temples, Nino from tearing his flesh away; it hurt, everything hurt; he could see Nino licking a trail of blood on his stomach, and biting his navel, chewing on the flesh, and Ohno couldn't take anymore of it, with a last cry, he tried to shove the slighter man off of him, but his legs wouldn't answer him, and the last thing he saw was a hole upon which a monster stood, insatiable.

* * *

"Satoshi ?"

Nino leaned on his boyfriend’s shoulder, a look of worry accross his face.

The man was panting, eyes barely opened, shaking and sweating. Nino quickly took the covers off of him, grasping him by the shoulders; "Wake up, Satoshi. It's just a nightmare. It's okay, just wake up."

Ohno gasped and opened his eyes wide, tears running down his cheeks, horror engraved in his pupils.

"Kazu ..." He quickly got up, face hidden in his palms.

"What happened ?" Nino reached for Ohno's shoulder, his little fingers squeezing gently.

Ohno stared at the hand touching him, his breathing more even.

"I ... I had a very bad dream."

Nino bit his lip, and embraced the small man with his arms.

"You were ... biting me, and ... and drinking my blood."

He shivered at the memory of the bloody mess, and Nino stroked his back.

"It was just a dream." He laughed quietly, resting his head at the nape of Ohno's neck.

Ohno smiled lightly, and felt Nino's hair tickling him.

He then felt something cold, and as he jerked his head to the side, an arterial spray stained the pale blue wall behind him.

Ohno fell slowly to his knees, and Nino followed him, his fangs sunk deeply into his neck.

* * *

Nino gasped, sitting up in his bed. Sweat was rolling down his back, and his throat hurt. He hiccupped and ran to the bathroom, closing the door as quietly as he could, trying to stop the bile from flowing out of his mouth.

Tears were as painful as shards of glass, sticking his hair to his skin, stinging on his bleeding lips.

Silently, he opened the door, and with the thin ray of light coming from behind him, he watched the sound asleep Ohno in their bed, his mouth slightly opened, his right arm gently placed on Nino's pillow.

The full moon was shining behind the closed curtains, and Nino once again locked himself in the bathroom.

He sat on the cold, shiny floor, shaking with rage and pain, desire and lust. He gripped his jaw, as the two sharp teeth who'd grown earlier and pierced his lips started to grow even more.

Bringing his arms to his face, he tried to muffle his cries, and a flash of white light behind his eyes made him bite his wrist, keeping it in his mouth as long as he would feel full.

Images were spinning in his head, from random corpses to a familiar smiling figure holding a fish rod; smudges of blood on a window, hiding the reflection of a crying face mouthing three words.

Damn You, Belgium.

Sun, 31 Aug 2008 13:59:18 GMT

AAAAAAAH.
This week was annoying. My modem is being a bitch. But I have a new userpic ? I love it =3
Anywho, this is just a random faliling/angsty post; I'm adding random drabbles as well because I have too much wandering around.
What can I say.

FIRST. 24hTV. NINO WROTE A LETTER ?! ME WANTS TO SEE. T________________T
With my internet crashing and no bandwith, I'll have to wait until midnight.

Edit : I SAW IT ! THANK YOU ishi_ann, thank you sumoboy ! I SAW IT. NAH. IN YOUR FACES. *must calm down*
My impressions of it (for the Who Caresies Awards, next week, in NobodyCares land) : Our boys have grown~ They looked moved and tears were showing, but there was a sense of calmness, and I thought they'd grown and overcome so much in those past 4 years, it now shows. Also, they look quite tan (Ohno-Aiba-Jun) ANYWAYS. Am looking forward to the downloading~ (yes, cuz I stole my neighbour's bandwith. SO WHAT.) Anyway, was crying like the big crybaby I am, and also, I thought that Nino was incredibly moved and had problems talking. BUT. Neener would never cry on TV. Well, maybe in a drama. In anyways, I hope litany_sh enjoyed it~ Nino's such a cutie. I was pleasantly surprised to see he wrote a letter; So were the others. Especially Ohno (and himself, too XD)

Also, so happy to see that panthera_mort is back ! <3<3<3 (Am on my way to respond to comments =D)

So, cannot wait for the 24h T_T School is on tuesday .... But I'll have too much free time, as always. So nothing will stop me from my never ending downloading and flailing :D Also, this year is much easier than last year ^^
With only that I'm happy XD

aaaah~ I'm happy for my dear ishi_ann's stupid drabbles <3 I love them ! And My sylphina's doing good. Life is good.

I feel like I'm going to cry like hell watching 24hTV ... And Jun's Drama (although could not help but laugh my head off at the cap where he's all swollen. Awn, poor Jun <3) Which, by the way, completly forgot : Happy Birthday Jun =D Or shall I say "Peace !" Instead =3 ? Hii~

I like this pic.

Moving on to the drabbles :

1. The sound of glass breaking. Aiba in the kitchen. Sho's sigh.
"Aiba..." He opened the door, looking at the scene in front of him. Aiba was frozen, twisting his hands as he looked up from the juice and the glass shards on the floor, his eyes wide and apologectic.
Sho paused, observing the younger man.
"You make me think of an animal caught in head lights, you know, when a car is rushing towards it."
"And because you have good reflexes, you're gonna crush the brakes instead of the poor rabbit." Aiba whispered, still not moving.
It was Nino's voice, coming from the living room, who settled the matter.
"I highly doubt it. The guy has NO reflexes whatsoever. Also, it was his favourite juice."

2. "Nino, Nino look ! I'm so happy !" Nino looked, and had to wonder why Aiba would be so happy to have blood dripping from his mouth and a tooth in his hand.
"I'm trying to understand, I am." He said, a hint of sarcasm visible in his voice.
Aiba's brows furrowed, but the boy kept his smile on and began to explain.
"See, I put some of Jun's gloss on, and because his hair was a mess today, he punched me, and he had three rings on, anyway, that's not the point, the point is, I lost a tooth ! How cool is that ?! I'm gonna put it under my pillow and the tooth fairy will come and give me money !"
Nino snorted, laughing.
"You do realize the tooth fairy is a myth. It doesn't exist. It was your parents putting the money under the pillow and taking the tooth." Nino explained, lifting his head from his DS to look at Aiba. He soon regreted it; Aiba's expression was heartbreaking.
"She ... She doesn't exist ?! You're kidding right ! Father Christmas exists ! Elves exist ! Rainbows exist ! Why not the tooth fairy ?! Why are you being so mean ?!" And it was with loud sobbing noises that Aiba ran in the other room, screaming Sho's name.
Guilt, Nino thought, was something he rarely felt. He felt it once a year, when he would lie to Ohno so he could spend a night alone with his new game. Or when he would tell Jun his favourite jeans were ruined by the hotel's laundry service when he actually used them accidentally to wipe the coffee Aiba had spilled on his French Soccer's team poster (it was still a wonder to him that Aiba could spill something on a wall.). It was the first time he'd seen Jun cry so much.
And now, the familiar feeling came back. He banged his head on the wall behind him, letting out a deep sigh.
The next morning, Aiba woke up and felt a little enveloppe under his bed; inside were a note and a 5 yen coin.
Dear Aiba
Nino is always right. I don't exist.
But sometimes, miracles happen.

The Tooth fairy.
P-S : Sorry, I'm broke. Jun met Jin yesterday, so I only have a 5 yen coin for you.
At breakfast, Aiba shoved the note in Nino's face, grinning and shouting "I told you so" 50 times before Sho shoved a giant piece of karaa'ge in his mouth.
Jun then noticed he was missing a 10 000 yen bill from his wallet, and Nino mumbled something that sounded like "Interests" to Ohno. But he wasn't sure, there was ramen on the table that day.

Hope you liked. Shall I post it on arashirabu ? *intense thinking*

'till next time ! =D

Fic

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 18:50:17 GMT

A quick fic because I have the time, and too much inspiration (Ah, ah) Anyway, it's under the cut, and it's a non-Arashi one. You can read if you want to =)

The little warm hand grabbed hers, squeezing it tightly as she asked in a worried voice : "Why is it so cold in here ?"

"Don't let him wander around, you know it's not good for him. He only needs a slip and he's back here for another month."
"I-I know. Don't worry." The young man nodded nervously, taking the hand of a skinny little boy, bringing him back to his room.
She sighed, annoyed, as she stormed into another room, shouting orders. She didn't have the time to care if an intern wasn't brave enough to take care of the children; if everybody else could, why not him ?

"Don't worry." She smiled, feeling the warmth of the petite hand in hers. "It gets warmer."
The little girl gazed at the window, the white sky reflecting in her pale eyes.
"It looks dead."
Startled, she looked at her. "What looks dead, sweetie ?"
"The sky. He's lonely. And pale. It's dead."
"No, no it's not. It's just ... tired."
"But I'm tired too. Do I look like this, Mum ?"

"Why do I get paged during my break ?! You better have a good explanation or el--"
But as she looked at the contrite face of the useless intern, she knew.
"He ... Fell and, apparently it got more serious and ... I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."
She only glared at him with cold eyes.
"Out. Now." He didn't need to be told twice, and practically ran out of the room. She turned her gaze at the little boy, sleeping in the bed. His face was as white as the sheets, and he almost looked transparent, his veins glowing a bright deep blue against his thin skin.

"Mum ?" She snapped out of her daze, managing a weak smile to her daughter.
"You didn't answer." She said, nudging her mother.
She never did.

"It's bad. Internal bleeding, and he's got haemophilia ? The kid's got leukemia, for god' sake ! What were you thinking, leaving him with an intern ?!"
"Calm down, he's going to be ok. You, on the other hand, should get some rest. Or go home."
"Don't you dare tell me what I should do. I care about the patients, not the fucking money. And I intend to make that boy live. If you don't have anything else to say, please go." She turned her back on him, as he looked at the floor and slowly closed the door. She dropped on the plastic chair, not wanting to look at the bald figure next to her. She couldn't.

"I'm scared." A whisper. The moonlignt made her skull shine, piercing through her skin, and She thought she saw her little girl's brain. The veins made little rivers on the side of her head, some of them stopping, dried; others continuing in her neck, eroding her sanity.
She blinked, and leaned over the little figure. "Why are you scared ?" She tried to carress her like she used to do, but the cold feeling of the sensitive skin made her hand jump away.
"You don't love me anymore, Mum. I don't have hair. I'm as white as the dead sky. I can't stand up alone. I'm a burden to you, not a daughter."
Once again, she didn't have word. Only a single tear, dropped on the luminescent surface of her daughter's head as she held her closer.

That morning, she came in, sensing a heavy weight in the air. As a nurse handed her a clipboard, she saw people avoiding her look. She frowned, looking at her patients' charts. Her heart stopped.

"It's still cold in here. You told me it was supposed to get warmer ... What happend ?"
"It's nothing ... It's the treatment doing this. I'll warm you." She tried to embrace her, but she couldn't move. She didn't have enough strength. She swallowed the ball in her throat, watching the poison drip in her daughter's arm. She stood up and left, not able to handle anymore of it.

"What happened ?!" She pushed the other doctor agaisnt the wall, anger driving her. "What is it with all of you, not capable of taking care of a fucking kid ?! I'm gone for 6 hours and you can't keep him alive ?! You're scum. All of you." She punched the wall, letting go of the doctor's shirt. He swallowed and backed away from her, as some people were gathering near them.
"Why do you let them die ? Why are you all so incompetent ?!" She kicked a cart next to her, making its contents spilled in the wide hallway.
"Calm down, it's no one's fault, it was just his time to g--"
"It was NOT !" She threw her clipboard at the person speaking, screaming at all of them to go away.

She ran. Away from the hospital. Away from the cadavre of the six year old, lying still in his white bed. Away from the memories. Blinded by her tears, she fell. And cried. More.

"Mum..." Her small hand fell. It was so cold. She couldn't even move her fingers anymore.
"Sweetie, wake up. You're getting better, but you need to fight. Come on." She shook her shoulder, but the little girl didn't move.
"I don't ... want to fight." She said in a breathe, turning her head to the side.
"You can't say that !" Her eyes grew wide as she watched her. "You have to fight. Don't you want to live ? For yourself ? Your father ? For me ?!"
"Dad's gone, Mum. You, too. And me ..."
Numb. She felt numb. "Sweetie, don't say that. I love you. I'm here for you. Answer me, please." Another nudge. Another squeeze of the hand.
But she never answered.

She sat on the wet, muddy floor, her eyes red and sour. She managed a smile, leaning forward.
"Hi, sweetie. It's me. I'm sorry I didn't come last week, I was busy with work. Are you ok ? You don't talk much."
She carressed the freezing grey stone with her hand, waiting for an answer.
Only the wind blew her the words she'd refused to hear.
And she cried. More.

Icons & Ramble

Thu, 24 Jul 2008 14:04:48 GMT

A very very quick post to put my icons *which I call "prototypes"; they're not perfect*

all under the cut !

001	002	003


004	005	006


007	008	009


010	011	012


013	014	015

Notes : Icon n°001 is Nino in a Death Note Style; the N is the same font as L's ... L in the manga. I only did that because I thought this pic of Nino was great and looked alot like L :D *---> geek*

Icon 015 is Totoro; I liked the picture =3 IT'S AN EXTRA *was too lazy to make a 15th Arashi icon*

Any other questions about the others are welcomed ! Also, you can use any of them without crediting; if you need only the pattern, I can post it for you.

Thanks to : litany_sh for the help ! You're great~ *squishes*
farafalla for being my icon-senpai and putting up with me, even when I forgot about my computer's brightness (s-sorry again T_T) ~ Je t'adore, petite !

Next batch will be a lot of Sakuraiba =D ! Yaaay~ And maybe one DoS or two ^^

Okay, got to go ! I shall be back tonight with MANGAS !

DRABBLES & CELEBRATIONS !

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 18:20:14 GMT

Yay ! Drabbles ! Will crosspost on arashirabu and jent_fanfics !

Most of them were written because ... Well. I LOVE TO WRITE FOR PEOPLE'S BIRTHDAY :D

Aha, I'm a bit weird. Especially when you know that I'm not that good at writing. And that english isn't my first language.

... Moving on :D

#1

Rating: G :D ?
Paring: ARASHI IS MARRIED TO EACH OTHER (---> One Love is here to prove it)
Genre: Total Fluff. What can I say. I love it.
Summary: Jun had a great tutor. Even in english. =D
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi, because it is illegal to own human beings, and it's even worse if said people are married to each other.
Notes : Wrote this for beckerbell's bday, but I gave it to her awfully late. T_T Sorry again ! Anyway, I know farafalla likes to mock me because of the fluffiness. AND SO I LIKE FLUFF, BIG DEAL.

"News Zero was here ! Great english, student !"

Jun grinned, alone in the little space of the bathroom that allowed him to rest again the wall, checking his messages.

"I learned from the best. How come you weren't here ?"

As he waited for an answer, Jun got out of the little cabin and started fixing his hair, his hand shaking slightly.
Being at a huge premiere like that was really stressful, even more when you star in the movie. With a beard. He touched his smooth, imberb skin and let a sigh of relief come out of his mouth. Thank god it was over.

"Tried to come. Had to cancel cause Aiba got bitten by a zebra for TSD and I tought he might have caught rabies. Sorry =S.
P-S : Did you actually steal my green tie ?"

Uh oh. Jun looked sheepishly at the tie he was wearing. Whenever he went abroad, he'd take his something old, a very old turtle key-ring Aiba had given him when they were juniors, because "it reminds me of you every morning" had he say, a huge smile on his face as he shoved the little toy in his hand, his something new, a black skullhead-hairclip Nino had gotten him out of mockery because he told him he wanted his hair to be perfect when he would watch the premiere, he had also his something blue, a little bracelet made of a dark blue leather. Jun never understood why Ohno arrived that day, looked at him, then took his wrist gently to tie the bracelet. He had then looked up to him, his eyes smiling gently at Jun. "I knew it was the right colour." He'd paused. "Please don't lose it, okay ?" And with that he'd left.
Oh, and he also had his something borrowed. That gorgeous tie Sho wore on News Zero, sometimes. He couldn't help but stare at Sho everytime the news were on. Especially when he wore such special outfits. It was as if a part of Sho was with him now. The handsome, reassuring, part of him.

"Sorry. Too gorgeous for you. Aiba ok ? Got to go now. Thanks."

He put his phone in his pocket, lost in his thoughts. He was completly married to those guys.
With a smile he looked at his ringing phone again.

"Aiba's great. Miss you too.
P-S : behind you"

Confused, Jun didn't understand the last two words. Turning his head slowly, he heard a well-known laughter.

Sho was standing there, a smile spreading on his face.

"What the ... What are you doing here ?"

Sho walked to him.

"Came to see the premiere of a great movie ... I'm sure you know it. One of my friend's in it, actually."

He patted Jun's shoulder and laughed again at his very surprised expression.

"I managed to came here ... And I kind of brought three other idiots."

Jun almost choked.

"Tell me you weren't here from the beginning ..."

"...Well ... Yes. But we weren't noticed !"

Jun buried his head into his hands.

"You guys saw everything ? Ah, seriously, it feels like a cheesy married couple ... C'mon ... Why are you doing this to me ?!"

He felt a warm arm around his shoulder.

"Have you not realised it yet ? We are a cheesy married couple of five stupid idols. Now let's go see the wifeys, they're waiting for us with alcohol."

Again, he laughed. Maybe that was what convinced Jun to follow him.

But we all know it was because he loved his bandmates way too much not to care about the fact that they had come all the way to L.A. just to see him.

He put his arm around Sho's shoulder and let out a heavy sigh.

It felt good to be married.

#2

Refreshed

Rating: PG for cuddles.
Paring: Aiba/Ohno. Ohba. Masatoshi ? ... I'll stop.
Genre: Fluff. Always.
Summary: Fishing trip with Aiba-chan !
Disclaimer: Arashi's not mine. BUT MY ARASHI VOODOO DOLLS ARE.
Notes: First drabble ever I wrote about Arashi ? I'm ashamed. I am. Again, farafalla read it, and well. Complete fluff again. Sorry :( ?

"Riida ! Riida ! Look at me, look at me ! I'm fishing, Riida !"

Aiba was standing on the far edge of Ohno's little boat, rocking it with all his strange hidden strength, holding a cane rod in his right hand, a sandwich in the other.
Ohno looked at him, gave him a thumb-up, and then looked at the sandwich Aiba had given him.

"Oh, umai ! I love your sandwich, Aiba-chan !"

Ohno had just taken a bite out of the huge sandwich Aiba had made, filled with what looked like lettuce, meat, cherries and ...

"Oh, you even put some noodles in it ! You're so great, Aiba-chan !"

Ohno had now a huge grin on his face, closing his eyes as he was eating his delicious sandwich.

"Ah ... Mecha Umai !"

Aiba was still trying to throw his cane rod somewhere, but he only managed to frighten some seagulls that were passing by.

"Riida, do you think it's bad if the fishing line looks all twisted ? It doesn't want to go in the water, anymore ... What should I do ?!"

Aiba's tone had panick in it, as he started to step on the thin nylon thread and mixing it with his own feet.
Ohno opened his eyes. He looked at Aiba with fear and surprised.

"Aiba-chan ... how did you managed to ... to ?"

His eyes were wide opened, as he was looking at the mess Aiba had done. He ran to him and helped him to get out of the nylon hell he had made. He then sat on the iron bar, looking closely at the thread.

"I-I'm so sorry, Riida ! You need to teach me ! You know, it's true what the other members say, I'm no good at doing skill-required activities !"

He was pouting, and was looking at his feet, trying to find some anger in Ohno's glare. But he looked quite calm and Aiba tried to help him by untying the big knots he could see.

"They really say that ? I've never noticed. All I hear about Aiba-chan is that he likes to disguise as animals, even in his free time. I'd like to do that, too. All I do is play games with Nino, but it's boring. We don't even cuddle. I like to cuddle, Haha likes to cuddle too, and sometimes MatsuJun but he is tough ..."

As he was speaking more to himself than to Aiba, trying to undo the knots there was in the fishing line, Aiba looked at him, a big smile on his face.

"Riida's the best ! Hontouni, he always finds the right words to cheer me up and he looks really kawaii with his face all focused on something !"

To emphasize his feelings, he jumped. Twice. Really high.
Ohno's head was looking really confused at how the boat ended up rocking and moving that much in the last 5 seconds and how Aiba landed on him so fast, trying to hug him real tight.

"A-Aiba-chan ..."

There was a big silence as Aiba didn't say anything, and Ohno tried to realize what was happening.

"You ... You like to cuddle, too ?"

He really looked surprised.

"Hm Hm !"

Aiba nodded against his ear, and Ohno carefully put the fishing line down, and wrapped his arms around Aiba, as tight as he could, shoving his head between Aiba's warm neck and shoulder.
Aiba then fell to his knee, now at the same level as Ohno.

They stayed in a tight, warm, embrace for a long, quiet and peaceful moment. Neither one of them wanted to let go of the other.

The boat was still rocking, though; and soon, a big wave made it pitched so much that Ohno, who was sitting on the right side of the boat, suddenly lost his balance, and with a little scream ... fell in the ocean. With Aiba of course, still hugging him, half-screaming, half-laughing at Ohno's laughter and terrified face.

They had both fell in the freezing water, holding on to each other, looking like two little dead leaves in the middle of a pond.

Ohno looked shocked, and couldn't help blinking as the salty water entered his eyes, biting his lip to stop himself from shaking.
Aiba was looking all around, as though a giant MatsuJun had pushed him again. He then realized that it was the same big waves that was making him swallow water that had pushed them. With a sad-looking face, he looked at Ohno.

"Do you think the sea likes to cuddle, too ? Maybe ... Maybe she was jealous."

Ohno smiled, still biting his lip. He then pulled Aiba closer to him, holding on him, whispering in his ear.

"I prefer your hugs. They're warmer, you know."

He shivered, and started laughing, soon followed by Aiba, and they stayed in the cold water, still laughing, still shaking, like two idiots.

Cuddly Idiots, nonetheless.

#3

Hadashi no mirai

Rating: G
Paring: None
Genre: Fluff/Friendship-ish ?
Summary: Mystery, mystery
Disclaimer: Arashi's not mine. BUT MY ARASHI VOODOO DOLLS ARE.
Notes: So I was listening to Hadashi no Mirai (hence the title) and had to write a drabble about it; I only had the length of the song to write it. That's why it's short. And ... weird. Enjoy anyway :D ? (I realise the drabble may not be really related to the song. But I tried my best)

They were known to be the closest band in the Jimusho;

they slept in the same room, even if they had the choice not to;

the hugged so much sometimes fans asked questions;

they'd hang out together, drive to a city nearby just to go have fun and eat candyfloss at the fair, Aiba sticking some in his hair; Ohno eating Nino's, the latter always letting him eat his, anyway. Jun would get the blue candyfloss; but he was the one wearing the pink t-shirt, and Sho was too busy to help Aiba that he'd forget about the melting sweet in his hand, throwing it untouched in a bin, but smiling, an arm around Aiba's shoulders, the scent of the delicious coloured sugar already around them.

Even during recording they would allow themselves to laugh and do stupid things, sliding on the polished wooden floor, cameras still rolling or gone since the afternoon;

They were five unique friends,

Still playing barefoot and not caring about what was coming ahead the next day;

For them, future was a mystery;

Arashi was not.

#4

Rating: PG - 13, just to be sure :o
Paring: Ohmiya ~
Genre: Awn, total fluff. I am so enjoying myself.
Summary: "Satoshi ... I think it's love." :D ?
Disclaimer: Arashi's not mine. BUT MY ARASHI VOODOO DOLLS ARE.
Notes: FOR panthera_mort'S B-DAY ! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW OLD YOU ARE, BUT I DON'T CARE, YOU'LL STAY FOR EVER YOUNG THANKS TO ARASHI AND THEIR STUPIDNESS :D ! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO SPARKLES T_T SORRY ! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REMEMBERING MY BIRTHDAY ! (It means a lot, truly !) I'm so late T______T

The soft noises of his fingers brushing the keys are too loud; he can't concentrate. His glasses feel heavy on his nose, he shifts, uncomfortable; the melody doesn't want to be guided by his little digits, and he senses it fading away, slowly but surely. He needs to calm down before his focus is completly lost for the day.
A heavy sigh comes out of his pursed lips, and his brows furrow as he hears another noise.

A little silhouette just came in the room, slightly slouched, walking slowly to where Nino is sitting.

Nino feels pressure upon him as Ohno settles to watch him play, as he always does when he is not working on something else; it's one of their many shared moments, when both feel secure and peaceful; even when Ohno wakes up in the night because a sudden dream of his inspired him to a new concept of painting, Nino will wake up as well, following him in silent as the older man searches through his brushes, an arm wrapped around his waist, his slightly sleepy head agaisnt Ohno's side; and the latter's smile only indicates the warm feeling he feels running through his body as the short fingers grip his t-shirt in a childlike way.

But today is different; Nino can feel his nerves getting him, and he doesn't want to take it out on Ohno; he breathes loudly and tries again, looking at the score without reading it, the warmth of the body next to him drifting him off to a dozing state.

"Nino..." A soft whisper, and a gentle touch resting on his arm.

Nino closes his eyes slowly. He can feel the slend fingers of Ohno gently removing his glasses, slightly startled at the sharp sound they make agaisn't the cold surface of the piano; he opens his eyes to a pair of dark, abyssal eyes, hypnotizing him as he feels hands gently cupping his face, and allows the other's lips to touch his.

As Ohno kisses Nino, he feels all the tension in the small man disappear; smiling, he deepens the kiss, tickling his upper lip with the tip of his tongue, and Nino gently parts them, letting the older man control him as they become one, the room around them filled with nothing else than a low humming sound coming from them.

"Thank you ..." Nino rests his forehead against Ohno's, gazing at his sweet face. Ohno grins softly, rubbing his nose on Nino's, mumbling something as he wraps his arms around him, curling his fingers into his dark hair, inhaling the natural sent Nino has.

"Relax, kazu ... You know I hate to see you so tensed ..." He sighs slowly, his hand soothing him with the regular strokes in his soft hair. "You're too cute to worry."

Nino blushes and burrows himself deeper into the warm embrace; he loves it when Ohno talks to him like that, but doesn't want him to know what he feels; he is too afraid he might read him entirely and get bored, the same way Nino gets bored of his video games when he finishes them too fast.
He wants this, whatever this is to last; he needs Ohno by his sides, he needs Ohno to be next to him when he is nervous, to hold his hands, rest on his shoulders or against him when he is tired. He knows he is addicted to his touch, his kisses, his few words, his loving smile; but he doesn't want to let go, never.
His words escape from his mouth as his thoughts swirl into his head.

"Satoshi ... I think it's love."

As a response, Ohno chuckles lightly agaisnt him. "And I'm the oblivious one."
Nino smiles, embarassed.

"I meant that this, what we have, those moments we share, the silence around us ... is love. It's thick and... and soft and sometimes overwhelming ... but I kind of like it." Again, a short chuckle, and a stroke on the red, burning cheek as Ohno's serious glistening eyes pierce Nino's soul.

"You don't make any sense to me."

And with only that, Ohno kisses him again, harder, longer. He can't understand that feeling; but because it is too troublesome for him , Ohno decides not to question it.

And trusts that Nino is right with his explanation;

This is love. And he kinds of like it, too.

#5

Rating: PG - 13
Paring: Ohmiya, with hints of Sakuraiba & Juntoshi (but you really need to want it. I know I do)
Genre: FLUFF AGAIN ? WHAT A SURPRISE !
Summary: Nino always wins.
Disclaimer: Arashi's not mine. BUT MY ARASHI VOODOO DOLLS ARE.
Notes: Ah, again, a little drabble I wrote for panthera_mort's b-day =D Because I thought the other one was a bit ... Eh. Not enough. Anyway, I really hope you like T______T ! *how do I do the sparkles ?! ARG*

" Nino ... If you had to choose between your Nintendo DS and me ... You'd choose me, right ?"

Nino did not lift his head from his game, but furrowed his brows and growled.

"Oh-chan, don't disturb me. It's annoying."

Ohno pouted, and started poking Nino's sides.

"Come on, you're not even listening to me !" He whined, his head falling on Nino's shoulder.

"Satoshi, stop being a kid. And let me beat the crap out of the final boss."

"Fine. I'll go play with Aiba and his brand new handcuffs, then. He told me he was bored since Sho is still on location. But you know. No worries to have with Aiba, right ? He's innocent. Not pervy nor horny at all."

Nino didn't react, pressing the buttons of the little device a bit too excitedly.
Ohno let a little smirk escape his lips.

"Or, I could call Sho; he's always very talkative when on break, and I'm sure he's feeling as frustrated as Aiba does. Plus, you know, he's always had a thing for me. Maybe I can comfort him in his loneliness. I'm the leader, after all."

Nino was still pressing the buttons, but wasn't paying any attention to his little character on the screen. His eyes were staring with horror into space, and Ohno had a smug grin on his face, brushing his hand agaisnt Nino's thighs.

"I'm sure Jun, the straightest guy I know, will take care of me. He needs someone to try on the new costumes for the concert. He's helping the stylist with every details you know. Oh, did I mention I was going to wear very very tight leather trousers for my solo ? But we need to adjust it, you know, so that I won't be bothered when I dance ... Jun gladly offered his help with this as well."

Nino's knuckles were turning white, as he closed his eyes, trying to win the little game Ohno had started. He would not cave. He couldn't. He had a reputation. But it was at this precise moment that Ohno decided to finish him. He took out his cellphone, and started to dial a number slowly.
Nino could hear the tone ringing, and a very familiar voice -too familiar, he thought- answering.

"Ohno-san ?"

"Ah, Chinen-kun~ !" Ohno said, his voice cheerful, looking at Nino with a triumphant smile.

"Oh, How are you ?! Ikuta-san told me you went to eat with him the other day ! He said you were very cool in your new drama ! Do you think I could come to the shooting, someday ? I really want to see Ohno-san acting such a mean character ! Not that I think you're mean or anythi--"

"Ah, sure, you can come anytime; sorry to call you, I was just wondering if you wanted to go fishing with me today ! I really want to see you and--"

But Ohno never finished his sentence, as a little hand had grasped his phone out of his hand and threw it agaisnt the wall, pieces of it falling on the floor, Ohno watching them with a shocked expression.

"You bastard. That was so mean of you." Nino had pushed Ohno onto the couch, sitting on him, his face showing all his anger; and suddenly, Ohno wished he hadn't started this little game of his.

"Well ..." Ohno pouted, looking sideways. "You weren't listening to me ! You said you'd choose your DS over me !"

"I never said that." Nino's expression was beginning to soften, and Ohno could see a hint of a smile on his lips.

"You could've at least answered me !" Ohno was beginning to think that he was the one being tricked.

"But where would have been the fun in doing that ? Look, now I have you at my mercy, and to add a bit more fun, you're all angry and pouting. I love it when you're angry like that." He licked his lips in a teasing way, and Ohno couldn't hide the grin that was coming to his face.

"Ah Oh-chan, you're way too cute sometimes." And with that, Nino leaned forward and kissed him slowly, enjoying every seconds of the situation.

"You know I could never choose between you and my DS. It's too hard for me."

Okay, so maybe Ohno had lost at his own game. And maybe he wasn't worth more than a baby blue nintendo DS.

At least, he was the one enjoying the sex.

So that was 5 lovely drabbles ? Aha, just kidding.

BETA, ANYONE ? :D

Hope you enjoyed it. Comments and critiques are loved :D !

Hey There, GoodLookin'

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 17:22:28 GMT

[EDIT] So, the lovely rininjapan edited the drabble ! No more mistakes nor weird expressions ! it's perfect, and all the credit goes to her, please go check her LJ ! Thank you again ♥

Hey Hey Hey !

My first post on my new LJ.

My eyes are getting teary.

Anyway, so I started writing fics - Arashi fics, actually - a month ago, maybe ?

Surely less. But I want to try and write, so here's a try :

I think I'm going to post it on a community as well ...

So, enjoy, a little Aiba/Nino ( It does sound weird, like that, but it's actually because there isn't enough Aiba/Nino that I wrote it. Also because I'm addicted to my Wii)

Title: The Miracle Boy
Author: eufrastina + rininjapan ---> Thank Her !
Warning: ... :D ?
Fandom: Arashi
Notes: This was for farafalla ... See, I was bored and decided to write a drabble about an Arashi couple; so then I took 10 pieces of paper, wrote the Arashi couples, and then I drew one ... Aiba/Nino ! Gosh, I was happy ... Not when I took out the Sho/Jun, though ... I have no idea whatsoever for this one T_T Anyway, hope you like it ! - Also, please note that english is not my first language; there is surely some mistakes so don't hesitate and correct me, please. Critiques and comments are ♥ ! It was edited and transformed and well ... rewritten, really =D by rininjapan ♥

"Aiba-chan."

"Nani, na~ni, Nino-chan?"

With a big grin, Aiba looked at Ninomiya, putting a red plastic cube on a similar green one.

"Your Lego Tokyo-Tower-looking-thingy is RIGHT in front of the screen."

"Oh. Nino-chan looks tense. Are you okay?"

Nino indeed looked tense; his jaw was contracted, his eyes blinking a little too much. He seemed slightly angry, too, as he was holding his Wiimote so hard his knuckles were beginning to turn white.

"MOVE. THE. DAMN. TOWER."

He'd almost screamed with his scary high-pitched voice.

Aiba looked as if he was going to cry as he moved his tower in silence, his head bowed as he looked down at his little Lego character.

Aiba's tower finally out of the way, Nino undid the pause he'd put on his game and went back to trying to kill what sounded to Aiba like an evil boss.

Aiba heard some other weird noises. He looked up at the television screen, suddenly interested in the little man with a sword.

"Say, Nino-chan, what's the game? And are you the little guy in green?"

Nino, tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth, didn't even look at Aiba and just answered simply, doing all sorts of swinging and flicking movements with his arms.

"Zelda...hmpf....Twilight Princess. I'm Link."

Aiba tried to absorb all the English, but obviously couldn't.

"Linku? Toiraito pinsu? Toiretto? EH?! Who's Zelda?"

Nino paused the game again. He breathed out very loudly and glanced at Aiba.

"TWILIGHT PRINCESS. That's not TOO difficult, is it? And yes, I'm the little green man. Named Link, or whatever you want - you can name him yourself. So mine is called Oh-chan, and Zelda is just a dumb blonde girl. Now will you Please LET ME PLAY?!"

"Sorry, sorry, play, play, Nino-chan!"

Aiba had already hidden behind his Lego monument, not sure if it was safe to ask anything else.

He then tried to watch on with only one eye, acting like a sly Peeping Tom. Though, indeed, he was not.

"Aiba, stop doing that. You look like you're going to jump me again."

Nino had noticed the five foot eight human being trying in vain not to look suspicious behind a fifteen inch Lego tower.

"I wasn't gonna, I wasn't! I like to see you play. That's all."

Nino just sighed and focused on his game again. He decided to use his bow combined with his bombs, when suddenly a shout and a heavy weight made him fall from the sofa.

Aiba had yelled and jumped into Nino's lap just as Nino was choosing his weapon.

"NOOOOOOO!"

Aiba made a muffled sound when he landed on Nino.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU STUPID FREAK?!" shrieked Nino. He was on the floor, trying to point the Wiimote at the television to pause the game, once again.

"Y-you were going to choose the bad weapon!"

Aiba looked sorry. He did.

But Nino was furious.

"IS THAT A REASON TO JUMP ON ME?! HUH?!"

Aiba, still in Nino's lap, couldn't answer.

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE GAME! YOU CAN'T EVEN PLAY A FREAKIN' GAME OF TETRIS RIGHT! WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ADVICE?!"

Tears filled Aiba's eyes as he tried to get up.

"I'm sorry Nino-chan, I just don't want you to lose. You should've used the boomerang. That's all."

Nino glanced at Aiba with an angry look, as though he was going to hit him. Aiba sat himself on the far end of the sofa, trying not to cry in front of Nino. He already knew Nino was going to tell the others. Aiba could already picture Mother Sho telling him off. He knew he'd done this only on basic instinct, and sometimes, he wished he'd think a bit more before doing stupid things like this. Just a bit.

Nino didn't hit Aiba, nor tried; instead, he went back to his game, wildly throwing explosive arrows in every direction.

He had no choice but to abandon his ongoing technique when he'd used all his ammunition - sometimes he wondered why the unlimited ammo feature from old games wasn't in use anymore. Really, it'd be less of pain in the a** and he could at least show Aiba he was wrong. Now he couldn't even rub it in his face.

He glanced at Aiba, only to see that the stupid guy was watching his character's every move. He had this intense look on his childish but handsome face. He was trying hard to concentrate but his eyebrows were betraying him, shaking slightly, as if he was still scared.

Nino smirked, just a bit, only one corner of his mouth twitching.

What an idiot little baby.

Gently, he shook the Wiimote, and pushed a button. He selected the boomerang, and with a very short movement, used it.

And...It worked.

It worked.

He'd been trying for more than two freakin' hours without success, and after only three minutes and a touchdown, Aiba had found the solution.

Nino was happy, yes. But pissed too.

Suddenly, an idea popped into the demonic and twisted part of his mind.

It wouldn't hurt to play a small, tiny prank on Aiba, would it ?

Surely not.

"Tell me, Aiba-chan ... What should I do, now ?"

Aiba turned his head so fast to look at Nino, it was a wonder his neck didn't snap.

He mumbled something, trying to get back to his Lego blocks.

But Nino, fast and agile, stopped him with his foot.

"Tell me, what do you think I should do?"

Aiba knew that smile too well. Way too well. He swallowed with difficulty, and looked at the screen, where the character seemed bored, as though almost waiting for an answer.

"W-well, why don't you try going back to the castle and talking to...to the guy from earlier."

"The doctor, you mean? Well, let's try it, shall we?"

Nino couldn't help but grin. Under the pressure, Aiba had said the first thing to pop into his mind. Of course you ought not go to see the doctor. Nino almost chuckled but restrained himself.

"Well let's see what the doctor has to say! Now, let's read together, Aiba-chan! Come close to me, I won't bite!"

"You're mean, Nino-chan," Aiba whispered, but sat next to him anyway. He knew it was too late to back down.

"Now, let's see...Oh? What's that he's saying? "I don't...da-da-da..." WAIT. WHAT?!"

Aiba gasped. Nino couldn't close his mouth.

"HE NEEDS ME?! WHAT?!"

Glaring at Aiba without blinking once, Nino reached for Sho's laptop, left sleeping on the table behind them, and quickly checked a gamer's site that he knew of, but rarely needed. His face twisted as he read, and Aiba was beginning to seriously consider running away, really fast, and jumping into Sho's arms where no harm could be done to him. He liked Sho. Sho didn't look at him like this.

But Nino's face began to soften. It seemed as though Nino was thinking deeply about something. Nino then looked at Aiba, and with a neutral, almost gentle voice, he wondered aloud.

"Aiba-chan, have you played this game before?"

Aiba was really puzzled. And still scared.

"No. Never, I swear, I saw MatsuJun and Ohno touch your Wii the other day, and I told them it was yours but they didn't listen. I'm sorry, really!"

Note to self: cut off Jun's stupid curls next time I see him sleeping on the sofa.

"It's okay, Aiba-chan, I just wanted to know. I think we may be on to something. Let's try it with another game ..."

Aiba really didn't know what was going on, but he agreed anyway, thinking at least this way he'd escape getting hit, or worse, getting his plushie confiscated. He tried not to look too much at his bag, in the corner of the room, praying that Nino didn't know the toy was in it. Really.

"Now, have you ever so much as seen someone playing this game? Or even just seen it in a CM or something?"

"No, I don't think so. I would've remembered - this guy looks really weird."

Aiba laughed and then stopped when he remembered his Bambi-chan was in danger. Poor plushie.

Nino saved his game before suddenly changing discs. He waited, then pointed his Wiimote at the menu and flicked his wrist side to side. The screen morphed into weird, colorful worlds as the little mustached guy in red and blue overalls did whatever Master Nino commanded.

Aiba watched, intrigued. He liked to watch all those colors and creatures. It gave him a feeling of well-being. Nino stopped at a random point, and then turned to Aiba.

"Now you're going to direct me. Tell me where I should go, what I should do, use, everything. Do you understand?"

He's so serious, thought Aiba. He grinned sheepishly as Nino's words finally sank in. It seemed kind of funny to be in charge, for once. Normally he was the one being ordered around.

"Okay then. Try to get on this flower here, right? And from here, if my theory is correct, it should act as a trampoline and make you jump, and catch the coins, right? But surely there aren't only coins, or else it's really boring. There should be something hidden, or maybe something to eat, you know?"

Nino burst into laughter, looking at Aiba with soft, proud eyes. It was the endearing look parents gave their children, forever adorable in their own eyes.

Aiba-chan was just way too cute, sometimes.

Aiba pouted, insulted.

"Why are you laughing!? You were the one who asked me!"

Once again, he stood, wanting to go play with the other toys he had brought. But Nino's hand grabbed his, and gently urged him to sit down again.

"I'm sorry, Aiba-chan, I just think you're cu ... funny. And you have a real potential for these things. You know, you could actually make video games like that." He stumbled on his choice of words, trying not to blush too much.

But Aiba was already happy again, and beamed at him.
"Thank you, Nino-chan! You're really nice when you want to be! Then, then, shall we continue? Please~! I want to play with you some more!"

I swear, no wonder Sho likes him so much. He really is that naive and innocent.

Nino nodded, a big smile on his face too.

After several minutes, they were getting more and more excited. Aiba was almost jumping beside Nino, trying not to scream his instructions, and Nino automatically followed them, trying not to get up from the excitement he could feel; he had finally understood some of the things in this game, and was totally going to finish it today.

* * *

At the end of the day, when screams and big noises were heard from the Arashi resting room at the end of the hall, the other members started to worry.

"Shouldn't we go see what they're doing ?" said Sho with concern as he lowered his newspaper.

Jun, who was reading a script and making notes in a little book, didn't even lift his eyes to look at Sho.

"Nah, they're just playing, you know those too ... Maybe they found the same love for Transformers? They can play all they want, for all I care, as long as they don't come near me."

He spotted a coffee stain on the floor near him and Jun shook his head in disapproval, both at the coffee stain and at the thought of the crazed duo.

Ohno didn't even hear Sho, too occupied with something outside the window as he drew on a piece of paper what looked like either a train or a pigeon - it was too early to tell which.

Sho sighed and raised his newspaper, glancing one last time towards the resting room.

"Yeah, but..."

What if they hurt themselves with something? Something sharp?

Sho shook his head, pushing aside images of Aiba with his head completely wrapped in red-stained bandages.

~

"AIBA-CHAN, WE DID IT! WE FINISHED IT! YEAAAAAAH! WE DID IT! WE DID IT!"

Nino had rose up so fast and tossed the Wiimote and nunchuck so hard on the floor that even Ohno would notice that he'd been really excited.

Aiba had leapt to his feet as well, and was now jumping and screaming. Nino sprung into his arms, and they both continued jumping wildly. Aiba even shouted a victory cry at the innocent television.

"AHAHA, YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD US, HUH, MEANIE LITTLE FLOWER! BUT WE GOT-CHA!! "

Nino fell to the floor in complete hysterics, laughing so hard he had to hold his hurting stomach.
Aiba tumbled down next to him, and neither couldn't stop, one's laughter being too funny for the other.

When they had calmed down slightly, Nino lifted his head and tried to look at Aiba, who was on his side, still chuckling in short bouts.

Nino held his hand up and cried with a broken voice: "High five, partner!"

Aiba slapped Nino's palm with the last of his strength, screaming a vague, "High touchi, Nino-chan!"

And with that, they were back to their hysterical selves, Nino trying to articulate something between spasms.

It was Sho and Ohno who came to see if one of them was dead.

With strange expressions on their faces, they simply watched the two kids on the floor almost convulsing. Sho smiled gently, as Ohno started to laugh too, looking at Nino and Aiba's face. Sho rolled his eyes and closed the door, tugging Ohno by his shirt. He returned to the set with a choking Ohno in tow. Jun glanced up at them with raised eyebrows. Sho answered his unsaid question.

"I think they're having just a bit too much fun."

Jun gave a faint smile, again shaking his head as he went back to reading his script.

*... Miracle Boy had stricken once again.*