ARASHI ANON KINK MEME!
ARASHI ANON KINK MEME!
In other words, porn. Kinky porn.
Anon is on, IP logging is off.
1) Request a pairing / threesome / whatever and a kink
2) No pedophilia, please
3) If you see a request you can answer, do it!
4) Have fun! Pimp this out!
5) This is a ARASHI MEME, so at least one person HAS to be a member of ARASHI. Other Japanese actors/musicians/ ( Read more... )
In other words, porn. Kinky porn.
Anon is on, IP logging is off.
1) Request a pairing / threesome / whatever and a kink
2) No pedophilia, please
3) If you see a request you can answer, do it!
4) Have fun! Pimp this out!
5) This is a ARASHI MEME, so at least one person HAS to be a member of ARASHI. Other Japanese actors/musicians/ ( Read more... )
Aiba hates feeling helpless. He hates when these things happen period, but when they happen to close friends, to people he's known for so long, people he knows to be warm-hearted and honest and kind, he wishes he could have taken their place and saved them the pain of it.
Everyone from the entertainment world to politicians to the media have commented, condemning in turn security, the staff at the music store, the inability of anyone to have reported the guy's messages on his blog. The blame game comes a little too late for Becky, who's still in the hospital. It's her life that will never be the same again. She'll never be as open, she'll never be as trusting again, and that's maybe what Aiba hates the most. They've taken his Becky away and left someone different in her place.
Aiba also despises himself for only just realizing that Becky has now become "his Becky" in his mind, and it's taken this long to realize it.
It's late, and he's pulling up in the parking garage beneath his building. The last person he expects to meet by the elevator banks is her. She's dressed down (at least from her usual cute clothes) in a hoodie and jeans, and her eyes have dark circles under them. He nearly drops his bag.
"Becky-chan," he murmurs, looking around the empty garage to make sure there aren't any sneaky photographers or fellow residents wandering around. "Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital?"
"They released me," she says, and her voice doesn't sound like Becky-voice. It sounds hollow, empty. It doesn't sound right at all. She's only been to his building once or twice before and never privately - only for a meal with other members and staff from Shimura Zoo.
He pushes the button to go up, wanting to shield her from anyone who might see. Instead he keeps his hands jammed in his pockets. "How long have you been waiting here? Shouldn't you be at home?"
"My parents aren't there," she admits when the doors open. "There's been police and paparazzi outside since it happened. They haven't been able to sleep. They're with friends."
"And you? Shouldn't you be with them?" he says as they step inside, staying at opposite ends of the elevator car as Aiba presses the button for his floor and swipes the resident-only keycard.
Her face is hidden by the hood of her sweatshirt. It's pale pink with drooping little cat ears on top. Her large bag seems to dwarf her as it hangs limply from her arm. "I told them I needed to talk to someone tonight. A friend."
Aiba thinks she has to have dozens of friends to turn to before him. He doesn't say anything to that effect though. If she needs to talk, then by all means, he's going to let her talk.
"I'm not inconveniencing you, am I?"
The elevator chimes with their arrival, and he follows her out into the hall. She walks at his side, keeping pace with him. "It's fine," he says. He's been having trouble sleeping anyhow, so it's not like she'll be interrupting anything by coming inside.
They enter the apartment. She slips off her sandals, he his sneakers, and he turns on the light in the hall. "I haven't had much time to clean, I'm really sorry."
She's got her phone out of her bag as she shuffles along in her socks. Aiba hurries along to clean up a few bottles from his table in the living room, thankful that he'd at least remembered to clean the bathroom thoroughly the other day. By the time he returns from leaving his bag in his bedroom, she's finishing up her phone call. From the sound of it, she'd had an escort over from the hospital, and she was telling her manager to send them away.
"They...they don't know you're here to see...me, do they?" he asks hesitantly. He knows it's not a really unreasonable question, given who he is, but he still feels guilty for asking.
She shakes her head. "He thinks Ueto Aya-chan lives here, don't worry."
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