(arashi) arashi in wonderland
Pairing: Alice/Cheshire Cat I kid, I kid. (Sort of).
Notes: Title says all. Obviously yoinked from the movie/book/whateveryouwantittobe Alice in Wonderland. For fluttering because she is amazing and it was just her birthday and it's because of her that I wrote Alice in Wonderland!Arashi anyway. Lmao.
When Ohno wakes up to Sho plodding (unpleasantly) over his stomach shouting, “I'm late! I'm late!” he thinks maybe something is amiss, but when he goes to call out to Sho, “Why are you wearing bunny ears?” and his voice comes out high-pitched and feminine, he can't help but splutter in shock. He finishes clearing his throat and tries again but to no avail.
“No time to say hello, goodbye! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!” Sho squeaks at Ohno, eyes wide, and jumps out the window.
He rubs his eyes and figures it must have been a Really Late Night and sits up in the futon, crossing his legs. He yawns, arms stretched as sleeves cling at his shoulders uncomfortably, restricting his movements. Shifting a little he looks down and it takes him a good five minutes to come to terms with the fact that he’s wearing a blue frilly dress and what’s more, Nino has his head resting in Ohno’s lap facing up at him, cat ears pinned to his hair and pink and purple stripes painted up his arms and somehow across his clothes, with a big wide grin smacked on top of his face.
Ohno jerks back in shock and Nino disappears, so he stands up quickly and runs to the door, grabbing the handle and tugging it open, only to find a smaller door and a smaller door, and a smaller door, until it’s only the size of his hand. He slumps to the ground and sniffs, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand.
“You might like to try this,” he hears Nino say as a striped arm reaches around in front of Ohno’s face, bottle in hand. Ohno shrugs and takes the bottle, spinning around to see Nino but the arm stops at the shoulder and then nothing. He looks back at the bottle warily, but drinks it anyway as Nino laughs at him.
It tastes surprisingly good, and is actually quite sweet despite the slight burning sensation in his throat, but still he can’t shake the intense feeling of shrinking, and by the time his vision has stopped spinning the room around him is so large he can barely recognise it. As he reaches for the now perfect-sized doorhandle, Nino snickers and picks Ohno up, placing him carefully in his mouth. Ohno’s lip quivers again and god damn it, he doesn’t want to cry! and he tries to plot some way to get out but he only gets as far as jumping for it (hoping the dress would act like a parachute, obviously) when Nino jumps out the window and runs straight into a forest (that to be honest, Ohno can’t remember existing).
It’s hard for Ohno to determine exactly how long they’ve been running for with his head swirling like it is, but when their path crosses with a caterpillar-shaped Jun (or a Jun-shaped caterpillar?), Nino puts him on the ground and hands him another bottle. Ohno takes a swig and the shrinking feeling returns (but in a growing sense now) and soon enough he’s life size again.
“Who are you?” Jun puffs a ring of smoke before hoisting his feet back up onto his mushroom from where they’ve slipped off.
Ohno stands in silence, unsure of whether replying to Jun in such a state is worth the time, realising Nino is gone again.
“Who. Are,” Jun groans and pulls his feet back again, and then finishes angrily, “You?” Then his feet are blatantly tugged from the mushroom, and he smacks Nino over the head when he appears again, not a minute later.
A flash of white fills Ohno’s peripheral vision for all of a hundredth of a second, and he flicks his head around. “Wait!” he yells and sets to foot (but not before a hand has the chance to grab at his ass through the frills, and he’d be damned if Jun could honestly get himself off that mushroom without faceplanting. He spins around quickly out of curiosity anyway and sees Jun still perched on the mushroom, despairing over the loss of one of his shoes, which Nino has so brilliantly placed at the top of a nearby tree as he hangs from the branch).
Ohno runs as fast as he can manage, frills of his dress bouncing off his knees. Sho is faster though, and he soon loses him. He slumps his shoulders, frustrated at two things: himself for being slow, and Nino for “violating” him, as his mind so kindly words it. (He blames his annoyance at the second one on his sudden girly hormones).
He keeps walking, ignoring the strange singing flowers, and eventually comes to a clearing in which there are a number of people dressed in playing card outfits and a particularly rotund lady holding a flamingo. Accidentally, he stumbles over a log at the end of the forest and falls flat on his face, skirt of his dress pillowing up underneath his thighs. The lady gasps at Ohno, muttering something about how unladylike he is, and then, out of the blue, challenges him to a game of croquet.
“E-eh?” he chokes as he stands up, hands pushing the material of his dress back down again.
“I said let’s play croquet! Are you deaf?” she spits, adjusting the crown on her head as it slips.
He nods and walks over to grab a mallet when Aiba suddenly jumps out, covered head to toe in pink feathers. Aiba smiles lazily at him while the queen (he presumes) continues to scream at him to hurry up. Ohno looks back to notice the rest of the mallets have disappeared and only Aiba is left.
“Well come on child, pick it up,” one of the cards tells him impatiently.
Ohno contemplates literally picking Aiba up for a second, but realising that it would be impossible, he resorts to grabbing a now hyper Aiba by the arm and dragging him over. Sho appears again, hastily placing a hedgehog down in front of the queen before noticing Ohno and diving away again.
By the time it’s Ohno’s turn, he still hasn’t got Aiba to calm down. He shoves the boy on the ground, holding his kicking legs in his hands tightly and wondering how to go about it. Aiba’s bare feet poke into his stomach, tickling him, and Ohno can’t help laugh, legs buckling underneath himself as he collapses clumsily on top of Aiba. He tries to push himself up, but Aiba rolls them both over and continues to tickle Ohno until his eyes are watering with laughter and his ribs hurt considerably.
Aiba then sprouts a tail, and within seconds Nino has completely materialised on top of the both of them, grin still stretched across his cheeks (and oh god, Ohno really can’t breathe now). Nino jumps up, pulling Aiba up first, and then grabbing hold of Ohno’s arm and yanking him up as well. He drags Ohno off into the forest again, Sho hot on their trail as the queen screams at him, and Ohno thinks they’ve lost him until he jumps out in front of them, effectively stopping them in their tracks. Ohno tries to run from the both of them, but he is shoved to the ground as Nino grips the front of Sho’s coat and kisses him hard on the lips.
“Let us go?” Nino asks as Sho whimpers, nodding quickly and hopping away.
Ohno looks around frantically, planning out his escape in his head. Nino snickers and disappears for a split second and then suddenly he is straddling Ohno, hands placed possessively on Ohno’s waist and face only inches away. Ohno squeaks; he’s not sure what the best way to tackle the problem of a boy who can appear and disappear at will sitting on his lap is.
Eventually he gives in. He lets Nino nip at his bottom lip a little before slipping his tongue into Ohno’s mouth. He lets Nino shift his position so he can reach under Ohno’s dress, running a hand up his thigh. (Ohno figures there are some feelings that just never change, despite gender).
A branch cracks above them and Ohno glances up. Jun’s face turns bright red as he flaps his butterfly wings madly, trying to fly away. The branch soon breaks and he falls from the tree, Ohno squeezing his eyes tightly shut, anticipating the not-so-smooth landing.
He waits like that for a while until everything has turned silent and the black he sees feels like it stretches on much too far. Opening his eyes again, Ohno gawks. Nino is still there, but the ears and paint are gone, and his face changes from one of amusement to one of realisation.
“Oh you guys, Leader’s finally awake,” Nino laughs, slipping off him and grabbing a nearby bottle of water. “Drink?”
Biting his lip, Ohno sits up slowly and clutches his head, quickly sipping the water as a wave of nausea hits him. He turns his head to see Jun sitting up watching them curiously, as Aiba hovers over Sho who’s apparently still passed out, body slumped in the corner of the room.
Aiba jumps away, “Finished!” and claps at his handiwork. Sho now has whiskers carefully drawn across his face in purple permanent marker (they’ve run out of black, sadly), and rabbit ears placed atop his head. “The dress suits you,” Aiba beams at Ohno.
Ohno groans and lies back down, curling over and willing his head to stop pounding.
“I thought it looked good too,” Nino shrugs and sets to painting stripes down his arms.
Notes: Title says all. Obviously yoinked from the movie/book/whateveryouwantittobe Alice in Wonderland. For fluttering because she is amazing and it was just her birthday and it's because of her that I wrote Alice in Wonderland!Arashi anyway. Lmao.
When Ohno wakes up to Sho plodding (unpleasantly) over his stomach shouting, “I'm late! I'm late!” he thinks maybe something is amiss, but when he goes to call out to Sho, “Why are you wearing bunny ears?” and his voice comes out high-pitched and feminine, he can't help but splutter in shock. He finishes clearing his throat and tries again but to no avail.
“No time to say hello, goodbye! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!” Sho squeaks at Ohno, eyes wide, and jumps out the window.
He rubs his eyes and figures it must have been a Really Late Night and sits up in the futon, crossing his legs. He yawns, arms stretched as sleeves cling at his shoulders uncomfortably, restricting his movements. Shifting a little he looks down and it takes him a good five minutes to come to terms with the fact that he’s wearing a blue frilly dress and what’s more, Nino has his head resting in Ohno’s lap facing up at him, cat ears pinned to his hair and pink and purple stripes painted up his arms and somehow across his clothes, with a big wide grin smacked on top of his face.
Ohno jerks back in shock and Nino disappears, so he stands up quickly and runs to the door, grabbing the handle and tugging it open, only to find a smaller door and a smaller door, and a smaller door, until it’s only the size of his hand. He slumps to the ground and sniffs, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand.
“You might like to try this,” he hears Nino say as a striped arm reaches around in front of Ohno’s face, bottle in hand. Ohno shrugs and takes the bottle, spinning around to see Nino but the arm stops at the shoulder and then nothing. He looks back at the bottle warily, but drinks it anyway as Nino laughs at him.
It tastes surprisingly good, and is actually quite sweet despite the slight burning sensation in his throat, but still he can’t shake the intense feeling of shrinking, and by the time his vision has stopped spinning the room around him is so large he can barely recognise it. As he reaches for the now perfect-sized doorhandle, Nino snickers and picks Ohno up, placing him carefully in his mouth. Ohno’s lip quivers again and god damn it, he doesn’t want to cry! and he tries to plot some way to get out but he only gets as far as jumping for it (hoping the dress would act like a parachute, obviously) when Nino jumps out the window and runs straight into a forest (that to be honest, Ohno can’t remember existing).
It’s hard for Ohno to determine exactly how long they’ve been running for with his head swirling like it is, but when their path crosses with a caterpillar-shaped Jun (or a Jun-shaped caterpillar?), Nino puts him on the ground and hands him another bottle. Ohno takes a swig and the shrinking feeling returns (but in a growing sense now) and soon enough he’s life size again.
“Who are you?” Jun puffs a ring of smoke before hoisting his feet back up onto his mushroom from where they’ve slipped off.
Ohno stands in silence, unsure of whether replying to Jun in such a state is worth the time, realising Nino is gone again.
“Who. Are,” Jun groans and pulls his feet back again, and then finishes angrily, “You?” Then his feet are blatantly tugged from the mushroom, and he smacks Nino over the head when he appears again, not a minute later.
A flash of white fills Ohno’s peripheral vision for all of a hundredth of a second, and he flicks his head around. “Wait!” he yells and sets to foot (but not before a hand has the chance to grab at his ass through the frills, and he’d be damned if Jun could honestly get himself off that mushroom without faceplanting. He spins around quickly out of curiosity anyway and sees Jun still perched on the mushroom, despairing over the loss of one of his shoes, which Nino has so brilliantly placed at the top of a nearby tree as he hangs from the branch).
Ohno runs as fast as he can manage, frills of his dress bouncing off his knees. Sho is faster though, and he soon loses him. He slumps his shoulders, frustrated at two things: himself for being slow, and Nino for “violating” him, as his mind so kindly words it. (He blames his annoyance at the second one on his sudden girly hormones).
He keeps walking, ignoring the strange singing flowers, and eventually comes to a clearing in which there are a number of people dressed in playing card outfits and a particularly rotund lady holding a flamingo. Accidentally, he stumbles over a log at the end of the forest and falls flat on his face, skirt of his dress pillowing up underneath his thighs. The lady gasps at Ohno, muttering something about how unladylike he is, and then, out of the blue, challenges him to a game of croquet.
“E-eh?” he chokes as he stands up, hands pushing the material of his dress back down again.
“I said let’s play croquet! Are you deaf?” she spits, adjusting the crown on her head as it slips.
He nods and walks over to grab a mallet when Aiba suddenly jumps out, covered head to toe in pink feathers. Aiba smiles lazily at him while the queen (he presumes) continues to scream at him to hurry up. Ohno looks back to notice the rest of the mallets have disappeared and only Aiba is left.
“Well come on child, pick it up,” one of the cards tells him impatiently.
Ohno contemplates literally picking Aiba up for a second, but realising that it would be impossible, he resorts to grabbing a now hyper Aiba by the arm and dragging him over. Sho appears again, hastily placing a hedgehog down in front of the queen before noticing Ohno and diving away again.
By the time it’s Ohno’s turn, he still hasn’t got Aiba to calm down. He shoves the boy on the ground, holding his kicking legs in his hands tightly and wondering how to go about it. Aiba’s bare feet poke into his stomach, tickling him, and Ohno can’t help laugh, legs buckling underneath himself as he collapses clumsily on top of Aiba. He tries to push himself up, but Aiba rolls them both over and continues to tickle Ohno until his eyes are watering with laughter and his ribs hurt considerably.
Aiba then sprouts a tail, and within seconds Nino has completely materialised on top of the both of them, grin still stretched across his cheeks (and oh god, Ohno really can’t breathe now). Nino jumps up, pulling Aiba up first, and then grabbing hold of Ohno’s arm and yanking him up as well. He drags Ohno off into the forest again, Sho hot on their trail as the queen screams at him, and Ohno thinks they’ve lost him until he jumps out in front of them, effectively stopping them in their tracks. Ohno tries to run from the both of them, but he is shoved to the ground as Nino grips the front of Sho’s coat and kisses him hard on the lips.
“Let us go?” Nino asks as Sho whimpers, nodding quickly and hopping away.
Ohno looks around frantically, planning out his escape in his head. Nino snickers and disappears for a split second and then suddenly he is straddling Ohno, hands placed possessively on Ohno’s waist and face only inches away. Ohno squeaks; he’s not sure what the best way to tackle the problem of a boy who can appear and disappear at will sitting on his lap is.
Eventually he gives in. He lets Nino nip at his bottom lip a little before slipping his tongue into Ohno’s mouth. He lets Nino shift his position so he can reach under Ohno’s dress, running a hand up his thigh. (Ohno figures there are some feelings that just never change, despite gender).
A branch cracks above them and Ohno glances up. Jun’s face turns bright red as he flaps his butterfly wings madly, trying to fly away. The branch soon breaks and he falls from the tree, Ohno squeezing his eyes tightly shut, anticipating the not-so-smooth landing.
He waits like that for a while until everything has turned silent and the black he sees feels like it stretches on much too far. Opening his eyes again, Ohno gawks. Nino is still there, but the ears and paint are gone, and his face changes from one of amusement to one of realisation.
“Oh you guys, Leader’s finally awake,” Nino laughs, slipping off him and grabbing a nearby bottle of water. “Drink?”
Biting his lip, Ohno sits up slowly and clutches his head, quickly sipping the water as a wave of nausea hits him. He turns his head to see Jun sitting up watching them curiously, as Aiba hovers over Sho who’s apparently still passed out, body slumped in the corner of the room.
Aiba jumps away, “Finished!” and claps at his handiwork. Sho now has whiskers carefully drawn across his face in purple permanent marker (they’ve run out of black, sadly), and rabbit ears placed atop his head. “The dress suits you,” Aiba beams at Ohno.
Ohno groans and lies back down, curling over and willing his head to stop pounding.
“I thought it looked good too,” Nino shrugs and sets to painting stripes down his arms.