[Oneshot] Tadaima
Title: Tadaima
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: Patience is a virtue.
Notes: For Reki-kun, who’s such a great person. XD Based on his request that we expand my YM Stat from a couple weeks ago into a oneshot. XD He did his own version (HERE) and this is mine. XD It’s not as good as his, I know. But I still like this. First time I’ve written something nice for a long, long while. XD Thanks to my wifey chants_xanfor the beta XD
Monday 11:30 AM
One seemingly peaceful day in the Arashi dressing room, just as Sakurai Sho was saying to himself that today looks like it could actually be a normal day as he flipped through the morning’s newspaper, his feet propped slackly on the couch he currently occupied, Ninomiya Kazunari burst through the door, his eyes manic, face dotted with sweat, to prove just how wrong Sho’s previous assumption was.
“Tell me Sho. Tell it to me straight.”
“What are you talking about Nino?” Sho drawled, barely lifting his eyes from the paper.
Nino swatted the paper out of a now irritated Sho’s hands and shook his shoulders hard. “Has the world finally gone mad?? Have I been transported into an alternate universe where slaps are a means of saying ‘I love you’ and Jun has stopped using hair products?? Tell me Sho! I can handle the truth!!”
Sho sighed, tugged Nino to his knees and swiftly delivered a searing slap onto Nino’s left cheek. “Okay, you, calm down. One, no, that doesn’t mean I love you. Two, I’ve told you before not to put too much sugar in your coffee, why do you not listen to me? And three, what the fuck are you raving about?”
Nino settled onto the piece of floor in front of Sho, a pout adorning his lips. He rubbed at his sore cheek. Okay, he’s been slapped twice today. Maybe it’s time to calm down.
“Well, just a while ago, I ran into Ohchan in the bathroom and when I tried to kiss him, he pushed me away! He shook his head and even stuck his tongue out at me. I do have to say that was quite cute. Anyway, he told me:
‘No, Nino. Not today, or tomorrow or the next day. No more kisses.’
I thought it was a joke, naturally and tried to kiss him again, but he slapped me! He said:
‘I told you Nino, no kisses. But tell you what, since you know I can’t resist your lips, you can kiss me on a Sunday.’
Then he just smiled sweetly and practically skipped away! I just stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes before I came crashing in here! Seriously! I thought the world’s gone mad!”
Sho scratched his head at Nino’s story. “Well that definitely is peculiar. Did you do something bad?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Forgot anything? Birthday? Anniversary? Laundry?”
“Nope.”
“Hmmm.. well it’s certainly not like Ohchan to refuse anyone, you of all people.” Sho shrugged, picked up the paper that Nino had so rudely deprived him of, and smoothened it out in preparation of his desired activity of ignoring Nino.
“Yeah, I know. But, it is kinda hot.” Sho’s and Nino’s gazes connected for an instant. A wide grin spread across Nino’s lips. “It kinda makes me wanna kiss him more.”
“But it’s only Monday, idiot. And it really sounds like he’s serious about not letting you kiss him.”
“Hnnnn, nah. It sounds like a challenge.”
Sho snorted as Nino left the room.
Damn. He’ll sure miss the quiet.
Tuesday 5:40 AM
Rosy sunlight crept slowly across Japan as morning finally broke out to wash over the mass of skyscrapers and speckles of trees. Five young men huddled together silently under a tree, aloof from the rest of the crowd, each nursing a cup of coffee, a repellant against the cold that was seeping into their skins. Swarms of staff were buzzing around the area, prepping lights, cameras and costumes. The area positively buzzed with activity.
A cool morning breeze blew by and as it passed the five young men - Aiba, Sho, Ohno, Nino then Jun - they shivered one after the other, the jackets they had on doing absolutely nothing against the cold. Well, fashionable wear was never that good against wind. A small price to pay for aesthetics. And so was the early call time.
Aiba sneezed.
Jun immediately produced a tissue from his jean pocket.
Sho sipped his coffee silently, a small smile hidden behind the Styrofoam cup.
Ohno rubbed at his eyes, and purred sleepily. Slightly swaying, his body gradually gravitated to lean on Nino’s, like it usually did, his head nestling snugly in the groove between Nino’s neck and shoulder, eyes closed in a brief moment of peace. Nino smiled, looked up briefly at Sho, who shot him back a conspiratorial grin, and leaned gently in to plant a soft one on Ohno’s rosy lips.
“Haaaai! Arashi-san, we’re ready for you!”
Ohno jerked awake and away from Nino at the staff’s announcement and let himself be led away by a laughing Sho.
Nino was moody for the rest of the photoshoot.
Wednesday 9:01 PM
Nino glared silently at Jun across the bus aisle. Jun had somehow managed to steal the seat next to Ohno thus relieving Nino of any opportunity to steal a kiss from Ohno tonight. It was frustrating. Ohno had finally realized (after a remarkable day and a half with nearly 10 failed attempts) that Nino was trying to cheat a kiss off him and had raised his guard.
Fortunately Nino was both patient and cunning, traits he had long developed from countless hours playing roleplaying games in his baby blue DS. But unfortunately, he was also damn competitive.
He’ll get that kiss before Sunday. He swears on his guitar.
Thursday 6:00 AM
“Ah, Ninomiya-san, you’ve got a memo from TBS. I’ll leave it here,” staff member and all around delivery boy Ishimoto-san announced into the near-empty Arashi dressing room. He placed a small piece of white paper on the table, just in reach of the currently troll-bashing Nino.
It took Nino a full ten minutes to kill that (Nino: “@#$%^&*(#$%^&*”) troll, and another ten to finally put his beloved DS down. His eyes alighted on the memo Ishimoto-san had dropped off and was just reaching for it when the door opened slightly. Nino looked up to see a startled Ohno, panicking for a moment before he quickly turned around and disappeared back into the hallway.
An amused smile graced Nino’s lips as he grabbed the piece of paper and leaned back on the couch to read it.
Slowly, very slowly, the smile on Nino’s face began to be replaced with panic and then with determination. Quickly tossing his DS back into his bag, Nino stood up and practically ran out of the room.
The memo fluttered sadly toward the floor.
Ninomiya-san shall be flying to Hokkaido for the weekend, for a brief promotion for Ryuusei no Kizuna. Your flight leaves tomorrow at noon.
Friday 1:30 AM
Nino rubbed his eyes wearily as he trudged the familiar path of white walled with blue doors, dragging his feet with the other four members as they made their way back to their haven of a dressing room. It had been a tiring night. The choreographers were really putting them through their paces, the desire for a perfectly executed routine at the next concert fueling the fighting spirit. Arashi, however, was exhausted. They were going to crash the unused dorms for the night, too tired to get into their cars to drive home.
Nino alone was heading straight home. He needed to pick up a few items to bring to Hokkaido.
It had been a frustrating day of sorts. He’d still been unable to sneak a kiss from Ohno, despite the multitude of attempts and opportunities and help from Sho. He got his ass beaten by a dwarf (that was before he vented out his frustrations on the troll) and he found out that he’d be flying a hundred miles away from Ohno and would still be away on the one day he was allowed to kiss him. God, it sure pissed him off. He hadn’t, and by now admitted enough to himself to know that he wouldn’t be able to kiss Ohno before his specified day and now, due to this unlucky fucked up turn of events, he won’t be even able to kiss him on Sunday. The pout on Nino’s lips became fuller.
Nino bumped absentmindedly into the person in front of him.
Ohno turned sleepily to face whoever it was who walked into him.
Nino’s eyes lit up briefly as he leaned forward. A split second later, the sweaty fragrant scent of Ohno’s hair filled his lungs as his lips came into contact with Ohno’s nape. Ohno was giggling weakly.
Damn. Foiled again.
Saturday 9:00 AM
Nishikido Ryo plopped onto the couch currently containing a glum Nino, head leaned back onto the back of the couch, staring sadly into space. And while Ryo was much closer to a different Arashi-senpai, the expression on this particular Arashi-senpai was enough to cause even the most indifferent person to care, not that Ryo was indifferent. He cared. He cared enough to ask. “Na, Nino, what’s on your mind?”
Nino sighed, totally not noticing Ryo’s friendly advances. He was pissed and depressed at the same time, something that was never a good combination. Tomorrow was Sunday. He’d be going home tomorrow but will be arriving at the airport at eleven in the evening. Absolutely no time to track and hunt Ohno down. He was already beginning to miss the feel of Ohno’s skin, of Ohno’s lips against his own, and the way the other’s curved as he smiled when they kissed. Nino’s fingers absentmindedly rubbed at his lower lip.
Ryo waved his hand in front of Nino’s face. “Nino! Are you okay?”
Nino snapped out of his daze to smile weakly at Ryo. “Yeah… I’m okay.”
“Hn, you didn’t look okay? Something bothering you? Or your lips?”
Nino gave a soft chuckle. “Nah, it’s nothing. I just miss Ohchan, I guess. Haven’t kissed him in about a week. Won’t let me.”
“Eh?? Really? Why?”
“Hnn~ I dunno. One of his weird things? Probably picked it up from his Mom or something.” Nino shrugged. “It’s just weird. My lips feel weird. Like they’re missing something.”
“You can kiss me if you like?” Ryo offered helpfully. No, he wasn’t a slut. He was just trying to help his friend.
Nino snorted then let a loud laugh loose. He stood up and patted Ryo on the head, fondly, much like the brother roles they were playing. “Nah, thanks though Ryo-chan. You’ve cheered me up somewhat.”
Ryo shrugged happily, though a bit confused. “Yeah, sure, anytime.”
Sunday 11:45 PM
Nino weakly trudged up the familiar staircase of his apartment building, his bag slung up one shoulder. His wasn’t tired really, just feeling kind of low, kind of defeated and slightly deprived. Yes, he knew he was pathetic, but really, you can’t blame him. Sunday was going to be over in fifteen minutes and then it would be Monday again, a whole week would have to go by again without the slightest taste of Ohchan. Nino sighed sadly at this thought. He wasn’t a pervert or anything. He could live without contact usually. But this was Ohno and his goddamned lips. They were different. They were something Nino couldn’t and refused to live without. They ranked higher than his DS for crying out loud.
Stupid Ohno and his weird ways.
Weird adorable ways.
Hmph.
Oh well. He’ll just have to suffer another week then.
Because Ohno was worth it.
Yawning sleepily, Nino jabbed his key into the door and unlocked his apartment, fully anticipating the usual silence. The door opened. His bag dropped to the floor in amazement, his lips changing slowly from frown, to gape, and eventually to a smile.
“Okaeri nasai,” whispered a soft voice.
Nino failed to respond, after all, his lips were already taken.
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: Patience is a virtue.
Notes: For Reki-kun, who’s such a great person. XD Based on his request that we expand my YM Stat from a couple weeks ago into a oneshot. XD He did his own version (HERE) and this is mine. XD It’s not as good as his, I know. But I still like this. First time I’ve written something nice for a long, long while. XD Thanks to my wifey chants_xanfor the beta XD
Monday 11:30 AM
One seemingly peaceful day in the Arashi dressing room, just as Sakurai Sho was saying to himself that today looks like it could actually be a normal day as he flipped through the morning’s newspaper, his feet propped slackly on the couch he currently occupied, Ninomiya Kazunari burst through the door, his eyes manic, face dotted with sweat, to prove just how wrong Sho’s previous assumption was.
“Tell me Sho. Tell it to me straight.”
“What are you talking about Nino?” Sho drawled, barely lifting his eyes from the paper.
Nino swatted the paper out of a now irritated Sho’s hands and shook his shoulders hard. “Has the world finally gone mad?? Have I been transported into an alternate universe where slaps are a means of saying ‘I love you’ and Jun has stopped using hair products?? Tell me Sho! I can handle the truth!!”
Sho sighed, tugged Nino to his knees and swiftly delivered a searing slap onto Nino’s left cheek. “Okay, you, calm down. One, no, that doesn’t mean I love you. Two, I’ve told you before not to put too much sugar in your coffee, why do you not listen to me? And three, what the fuck are you raving about?”
Nino settled onto the piece of floor in front of Sho, a pout adorning his lips. He rubbed at his sore cheek. Okay, he’s been slapped twice today. Maybe it’s time to calm down.
“Well, just a while ago, I ran into Ohchan in the bathroom and when I tried to kiss him, he pushed me away! He shook his head and even stuck his tongue out at me. I do have to say that was quite cute. Anyway, he told me:
‘No, Nino. Not today, or tomorrow or the next day. No more kisses.’
I thought it was a joke, naturally and tried to kiss him again, but he slapped me! He said:
‘I told you Nino, no kisses. But tell you what, since you know I can’t resist your lips, you can kiss me on a Sunday.’
Then he just smiled sweetly and practically skipped away! I just stood there dumbfounded for a few minutes before I came crashing in here! Seriously! I thought the world’s gone mad!”
Sho scratched his head at Nino’s story. “Well that definitely is peculiar. Did you do something bad?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Forgot anything? Birthday? Anniversary? Laundry?”
“Nope.”
“Hmmm.. well it’s certainly not like Ohchan to refuse anyone, you of all people.” Sho shrugged, picked up the paper that Nino had so rudely deprived him of, and smoothened it out in preparation of his desired activity of ignoring Nino.
“Yeah, I know. But, it is kinda hot.” Sho’s and Nino’s gazes connected for an instant. A wide grin spread across Nino’s lips. “It kinda makes me wanna kiss him more.”
“But it’s only Monday, idiot. And it really sounds like he’s serious about not letting you kiss him.”
“Hnnnn, nah. It sounds like a challenge.”
Sho snorted as Nino left the room.
Damn. He’ll sure miss the quiet.
Tuesday 5:40 AM
Rosy sunlight crept slowly across Japan as morning finally broke out to wash over the mass of skyscrapers and speckles of trees. Five young men huddled together silently under a tree, aloof from the rest of the crowd, each nursing a cup of coffee, a repellant against the cold that was seeping into their skins. Swarms of staff were buzzing around the area, prepping lights, cameras and costumes. The area positively buzzed with activity.
A cool morning breeze blew by and as it passed the five young men - Aiba, Sho, Ohno, Nino then Jun - they shivered one after the other, the jackets they had on doing absolutely nothing against the cold. Well, fashionable wear was never that good against wind. A small price to pay for aesthetics. And so was the early call time.
Aiba sneezed.
Jun immediately produced a tissue from his jean pocket.
Sho sipped his coffee silently, a small smile hidden behind the Styrofoam cup.
Ohno rubbed at his eyes, and purred sleepily. Slightly swaying, his body gradually gravitated to lean on Nino’s, like it usually did, his head nestling snugly in the groove between Nino’s neck and shoulder, eyes closed in a brief moment of peace. Nino smiled, looked up briefly at Sho, who shot him back a conspiratorial grin, and leaned gently in to plant a soft one on Ohno’s rosy lips.
“Haaaai! Arashi-san, we’re ready for you!”
Ohno jerked awake and away from Nino at the staff’s announcement and let himself be led away by a laughing Sho.
Nino was moody for the rest of the photoshoot.
Wednesday 9:01 PM
Nino glared silently at Jun across the bus aisle. Jun had somehow managed to steal the seat next to Ohno thus relieving Nino of any opportunity to steal a kiss from Ohno tonight. It was frustrating. Ohno had finally realized (after a remarkable day and a half with nearly 10 failed attempts) that Nino was trying to cheat a kiss off him and had raised his guard.
Fortunately Nino was both patient and cunning, traits he had long developed from countless hours playing roleplaying games in his baby blue DS. But unfortunately, he was also damn competitive.
He’ll get that kiss before Sunday. He swears on his guitar.
Thursday 6:00 AM
“Ah, Ninomiya-san, you’ve got a memo from TBS. I’ll leave it here,” staff member and all around delivery boy Ishimoto-san announced into the near-empty Arashi dressing room. He placed a small piece of white paper on the table, just in reach of the currently troll-bashing Nino.
It took Nino a full ten minutes to kill that (Nino: “@#$%^&*(#$%^&*”) troll, and another ten to finally put his beloved DS down. His eyes alighted on the memo Ishimoto-san had dropped off and was just reaching for it when the door opened slightly. Nino looked up to see a startled Ohno, panicking for a moment before he quickly turned around and disappeared back into the hallway.
An amused smile graced Nino’s lips as he grabbed the piece of paper and leaned back on the couch to read it.
Slowly, very slowly, the smile on Nino’s face began to be replaced with panic and then with determination. Quickly tossing his DS back into his bag, Nino stood up and practically ran out of the room.
The memo fluttered sadly toward the floor.
Ninomiya-san shall be flying to Hokkaido for the weekend, for a brief promotion for Ryuusei no Kizuna. Your flight leaves tomorrow at noon.
Friday 1:30 AM
Nino rubbed his eyes wearily as he trudged the familiar path of white walled with blue doors, dragging his feet with the other four members as they made their way back to their haven of a dressing room. It had been a tiring night. The choreographers were really putting them through their paces, the desire for a perfectly executed routine at the next concert fueling the fighting spirit. Arashi, however, was exhausted. They were going to crash the unused dorms for the night, too tired to get into their cars to drive home.
Nino alone was heading straight home. He needed to pick up a few items to bring to Hokkaido.
It had been a frustrating day of sorts. He’d still been unable to sneak a kiss from Ohno, despite the multitude of attempts and opportunities and help from Sho. He got his ass beaten by a dwarf (that was before he vented out his frustrations on the troll) and he found out that he’d be flying a hundred miles away from Ohno and would still be away on the one day he was allowed to kiss him. God, it sure pissed him off. He hadn’t, and by now admitted enough to himself to know that he wouldn’t be able to kiss Ohno before his specified day and now, due to this unlucky fucked up turn of events, he won’t be even able to kiss him on Sunday. The pout on Nino’s lips became fuller.
Nino bumped absentmindedly into the person in front of him.
Ohno turned sleepily to face whoever it was who walked into him.
Nino’s eyes lit up briefly as he leaned forward. A split second later, the sweaty fragrant scent of Ohno’s hair filled his lungs as his lips came into contact with Ohno’s nape. Ohno was giggling weakly.
Damn. Foiled again.
Saturday 9:00 AM
Nishikido Ryo plopped onto the couch currently containing a glum Nino, head leaned back onto the back of the couch, staring sadly into space. And while Ryo was much closer to a different Arashi-senpai, the expression on this particular Arashi-senpai was enough to cause even the most indifferent person to care, not that Ryo was indifferent. He cared. He cared enough to ask. “Na, Nino, what’s on your mind?”
Nino sighed, totally not noticing Ryo’s friendly advances. He was pissed and depressed at the same time, something that was never a good combination. Tomorrow was Sunday. He’d be going home tomorrow but will be arriving at the airport at eleven in the evening. Absolutely no time to track and hunt Ohno down. He was already beginning to miss the feel of Ohno’s skin, of Ohno’s lips against his own, and the way the other’s curved as he smiled when they kissed. Nino’s fingers absentmindedly rubbed at his lower lip.
Ryo waved his hand in front of Nino’s face. “Nino! Are you okay?”
Nino snapped out of his daze to smile weakly at Ryo. “Yeah… I’m okay.”
“Hn, you didn’t look okay? Something bothering you? Or your lips?”
Nino gave a soft chuckle. “Nah, it’s nothing. I just miss Ohchan, I guess. Haven’t kissed him in about a week. Won’t let me.”
“Eh?? Really? Why?”
“Hnn~ I dunno. One of his weird things? Probably picked it up from his Mom or something.” Nino shrugged. “It’s just weird. My lips feel weird. Like they’re missing something.”
“You can kiss me if you like?” Ryo offered helpfully. No, he wasn’t a slut. He was just trying to help his friend.
Nino snorted then let a loud laugh loose. He stood up and patted Ryo on the head, fondly, much like the brother roles they were playing. “Nah, thanks though Ryo-chan. You’ve cheered me up somewhat.”
Ryo shrugged happily, though a bit confused. “Yeah, sure, anytime.”
Sunday 11:45 PM
Nino weakly trudged up the familiar staircase of his apartment building, his bag slung up one shoulder. His wasn’t tired really, just feeling kind of low, kind of defeated and slightly deprived. Yes, he knew he was pathetic, but really, you can’t blame him. Sunday was going to be over in fifteen minutes and then it would be Monday again, a whole week would have to go by again without the slightest taste of Ohchan. Nino sighed sadly at this thought. He wasn’t a pervert or anything. He could live without contact usually. But this was Ohno and his goddamned lips. They were different. They were something Nino couldn’t and refused to live without. They ranked higher than his DS for crying out loud.
Stupid Ohno and his weird ways.
Weird adorable ways.
Hmph.
Oh well. He’ll just have to suffer another week then.
Because Ohno was worth it.
Yawning sleepily, Nino jabbed his key into the door and unlocked his apartment, fully anticipating the usual silence. The door opened. His bag dropped to the floor in amazement, his lips changing slowly from frown, to gape, and eventually to a smile.
“Okaeri nasai,” whispered a soft voice.
Nino failed to respond, after all, his lips were already taken.