Scare Routine
Title: Scare Routine
Rating: G
Members: 5/5 Arashi
Summary: 20 minutes past their schedule for the Himitsu no Arashi-chan shooting. 10 minutes later, everything started to go seriously wrong in the dressing room. And it all started with the locked door. Who's to blame?
A/N: Possibly the worst summary ever XD Wrote this two weeks back, but just only had the time to post it here~ ;) Follow the cut! xD
There was supposed to be a Himitsu no Arashi-chan shooting today, at 10am.
Yes, and now it was already 10.20am, Nino noticed that. He noticed it very clearly. Sure, blame him for playing Chrono Trigger before the shooting, and then he would blame said handheld console for being so addicting. So with that thought in mind, Nino ignored the time and continued pressing the A button on his DS.
“I thought there was supposed to be a shooting?” Sho suddenly spoke up from his laptop.
Oh, so someone did notice.
“It’s 10.30 now,” Jun spoke up this time. “I wonder what’s taking them so long…? Someone go look. Aiba-chan, check for us.”
Aiba’s head snapped up from underneath the thick blanket he was under. His soft black hair was alive and was writhing with static. “Why me…?!” he whined.
“Because,” MatsuJun enunciated. “You’re not doing anything.”
“Mou! I was resting! I planned games for Aibaland last night!”
Sho interrupted their two-way conversation, “We’d just finished shooting Shukudai yesterday. Why do you need to think up of more games?” Sho glanced up to the air vent above. Was it just him or was it getting colder in the dressing room?
“Things from the heart take a while to-”
Whatever words that Aiba had wanted to say, he was cut short when a creaking sound was heard. It was then followed by a loud bang! …and then there was s-i-l-e-n-c-e. A ringing silence that was heard only when the usual white noise had vanished. Sho noticed that the missing piece of the jigsaw was the distant whirring of the heater.
And how right Sho was.
Because it was evident that temperature was gradually getting lower and lower.
“What…?” MatsuJun was the first to speak out. “…was that?”
If Jun was the first to speak out, then Sho was the first to move. He got up from his spot on the carpeted floor, his eyes still glued to the air vent above him. “Heater probably. I can't hear the whirr of it anymore.”
“Mou!” Aiba sat up on the sofa and wrapped himself with said fuzzy wooly blanket. “It’s cold enough in here already!”
“Yes, yes, we get that Aiba,” Nino grudgingly said. (His character lost quite the amount of HP due to his temporary shock.) “The heater’s down and it’s cold. Plainly obvious, isn’t it? Go check up on the staff.”
Aiba pouted childishly at Nino (even though he was sure that Nino was too caught up in his game than him) and jumped off the sofa. He buried his sock-clad feet in the carpet, trying (and failing) to warm his feet.
“Fine, I’ll go. I’m getting out of here! It’s freezing!” Aiba wrapped himself much like a California roll and walked towards the entrance. He reached out to twist the metal knob.
But the door wouldn’t budge.
“What the…?”
He tried again. Maybe he was still groggy from his mini nap. Twist first before pulling. Not pull before twist, he told his half-conscious brain. He did exactly that. But still the door wouldn’t move. Aiba tugged and pulled and heaved on the door.
The door stayed in place.
He rattled the door knob irritably, making quite the ruckus. “What are you doing?” Sho snapped his head towards Masaki who accusingly pointed at the door. Sho sighed before getting up from his spot. “Aiba-chan…”
And if Aiba couldn’t open the door, that should speak volumes for Arashi’s Fail-Master Sakurai Sho. He rattled and pulled on the door, but it was still closed. Sho had this image that it was mocking him. He slammed his hand on the doorknob and pulled his throbbing hand back later on. He decided later on that that was a stupid idea. Aiba plus Sho equals twice the trouble and that’s when Jun decided that he would come and intervene.
But, oh even the mighty Matsumoto Jun couldn’t open that door, DoS mode and all. Sho was now one hundred percent certain that the door was teasing them. Matsumoto banged his fist on the door and yelled, “Hello! Is anyone out there?”
“What?” Nino paused his game and looked up at Jun. “Are we stuck in here?” He looked overvat Jun, Sho and Aiba who were unsuccessfully trying to swing the door open. Even Ohno’s mid-daydream had been broken off by all the noise they were making.
No one replied to Jun’s yells.
Kami-sama, it’s HanaDan all over again, Jun thought.
Aiba shivered and wrapped himself tighter. “IT’S COOOOOOOOLD!”
Sho swung his arm over Masaki’s shoulders and said, “Sit first while we try to get outta here.” Sho guided him to the couch, next to Ohno. Aiba sniffled, burying himself closer to his wooly blanket and his co-member. “Riida is war-mb. Li'e a tedty bear” he absentmindedly said. Nino glanced at Aiba and raised his eyebrows behind his DS. Eyes narrowed slightly he trudged across the room and eased into the seat between Ohno and Aiba, wordlessly. The lanky idol rubbed his nose and sniffled. “Nino, I tink I’b getting a cold.”
“When your M’s start to sound like B’s, it’s a definite yes, Aiba-chan,” Nino said. He seemed to relish the fact that both Aiba and Ohno was beside him-it was warmer that way rather than the single-seater sofa he was sitting in. Ohno started to blow into his hands now. Nino shouted over his game, “Try calling someone, Jun-kun! I want to get out of there ASAP.”
The only reason he wanted that was because his DS had finally lit up the ‘battery low’ indicator. And he’d left the charger back at home instead of stuffing it in his bag. And good job, Ninomiya. You didn’t charge your DS last night.
“Good idea,” Jun commented, before getting out his phone. He dialed one of the staff member’s number. Sho was still banging on the door, avoiding the stingingly cold door knob. The phone rang… and rang… and rang.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” Jun was getting annoyed.
The person picked up. Finally. “M- m-shi?”
“Hello? Hello? Tatsuya-san? Can you hear me?”
“I -crack-you -crack- at all…”
“Hello? Hello?”
“Matsumoto -crack- I can’t- beep, beep beeeeep….”
The phone line died.
Jun cursed inwardly. “Something’s wrong with the connection. I can’t hear a thing.” He checked the screen of his phone. Weird-his phone showed full bars for ‘connection’. Well, that meant one thing: they were stuck.
“Are we having a snowstorm outside?” Ohno suddenly voiced out.
“Not sure,” Jun answered. “But whatever it is I want-eh?” The lights suddenly started to flicker, obstructing his flow of words. “What the-?” The lights started to flicker even more and then, without a warning, all of the ceiling lamps shut and the room was enveloped in darkness.
“Eeeeh?! What? WhatwhatWHAT?” Aiba looked around and his brows furrowed in half worry, half fear. Unconsciously, he grabbed a fistful of Nino’s jacket and crept closer to the gamer. “EEEHHHH! I DON’T WANT THISSSSS!”
Sho apparently started to feel the alarm too. “Wh- What’s going on?” There was evident tone of panic in his voice, and even though the temperature was nearing 4 degrees, he could feel beads of sweat to appear. Composure wasn’t one of Sho’s best traits when he was downright nervous. This was crazy! Things kept on coming one after the other! He backed himself away from the open space.
Suddenly there was a loud BANG!
Two members of Arashi screamed. Another two yelped. One looked around and walked over towards one of the dressing tables and looked downwards.
“Careful, Sho-kun,” Riida calmly said. “Something fell. You banged on the table.” Ohno gently tugged on Sho’s hand and pulled him away from the site and from the shattered remains of a used-to-be proud orange lion. How had that ornament get there?
Jun placed his hand on his chest, trying to calm his beating heart.
Aiba’s arms were all around Nino, his face buried in his friend’s shoulder; he looked like he was going to burst into tears.
Nino’s feet were on the sofa; his face depicted shock… just shock.
“That was dangerous,” Ohno commented when Sho had collapsed onto the single-seater sofa. “This place needs light.” He took out his keitai and used it as a makeshift torchlight. He was about to press his fingers over the light switch before realization dawned upon him-- the lights were as dead as Nino’s DS.
The lamps were lighted and the whole room was washed with bright white light.
“What…?” Sho looked around, bewildered at the sudden brightness. No one had definitely touched the light switch. No one was even near it! Aiba had yelped once more before his brain yelled out to him, This is a good thing! He sat up, rubbing his eyes and pried himself away from Nino. Disorientation washed over MatsuJun and Nino blinked thrice before anything could register in his brain. Ohno… Ohno thought that it would be wise to keep his keitai back in his pocket now.
But there was nothing that could make Arashi expect what came next.
A staff member effortlessly opened the door and came inside the room. All five idols looked confusedly back at the young woman as she bowed deeply in front of them. “Otsukaresama deshita,” she said.
Nino was the first to react. “Eh, what?”
She smiled and clutched her clipboard. “The shooting for Himitsu had just ended.”
Then MatsuJun deadpanned, “What?”
The director, Shimaki-san, came in moments later. His face was all smiles-the same smile given after a good episode shooting. Of course, that was exactly what they were told, but still, what?
Shimaki-san must have good observing skills, for he picked up their questions from their eyes. He asked, “Remember the Haunting episode we did in summer that time?” They grimly nodded-somehow, they knew where this was going. The director’s grin stayed. “A lot of the viewers sent in emails about how they wanted more of those. So, that was it.”
“You mean,” Nino ventured. “My character died… because of that?”
“Kinda,” he answered, tongue in cheek. Nino fell back onto his sofa, all the life out of him seemed to be sucked away. Does he know how hard he worked to overcome that monster?? The director continued, “I thought it wasn’t going to work-I especially thought Nino was going to find out- but it worked perfectly fine~”
“…And the cameras?” Sho asked finally.
He came in and pointed at five different spots-a corner of the ceiling, near a floor lamp nearby, at a stack of books, inside a cleverly carved out vase, and on the corner of the room.
“Heaters were shut off by Kiku-chan. And the lights, by Mii-chan. Then that lion ornament was carefully placed that even the slightest vibration would make it fall. We sort of guessed Sakurai or Aiba would do something that’ll make that cheap thing fall off.”
There was silence, as Arashi digested this information.
“So,” Nino broke the silence. “Who’s the scaredy-cat of Arashi?”
Shimaki grinned.
“Yappari, it’s Aiba-chan, ne?”
END
Rating: G
Members: 5/5 Arashi
Summary: 20 minutes past their schedule for the Himitsu no Arashi-chan shooting. 10 minutes later, everything started to go seriously wrong in the dressing room. And it all started with the locked door. Who's to blame?
A/N: Possibly the worst summary ever XD Wrote this two weeks back, but just only had the time to post it here~ ;) Follow the cut! xD
There was supposed to be a Himitsu no Arashi-chan shooting today, at 10am.
Yes, and now it was already 10.20am, Nino noticed that. He noticed it very clearly. Sure, blame him for playing Chrono Trigger before the shooting, and then he would blame said handheld console for being so addicting. So with that thought in mind, Nino ignored the time and continued pressing the A button on his DS.
“I thought there was supposed to be a shooting?” Sho suddenly spoke up from his laptop.
Oh, so someone did notice.
“It’s 10.30 now,” Jun spoke up this time. “I wonder what’s taking them so long…? Someone go look. Aiba-chan, check for us.”
Aiba’s head snapped up from underneath the thick blanket he was under. His soft black hair was alive and was writhing with static. “Why me…?!” he whined.
“Because,” MatsuJun enunciated. “You’re not doing anything.”
“Mou! I was resting! I planned games for Aibaland last night!”
Sho interrupted their two-way conversation, “We’d just finished shooting Shukudai yesterday. Why do you need to think up of more games?” Sho glanced up to the air vent above. Was it just him or was it getting colder in the dressing room?
“Things from the heart take a while to-”
Whatever words that Aiba had wanted to say, he was cut short when a creaking sound was heard. It was then followed by a loud bang! …and then there was s-i-l-e-n-c-e. A ringing silence that was heard only when the usual white noise had vanished. Sho noticed that the missing piece of the jigsaw was the distant whirring of the heater.
And how right Sho was.
Because it was evident that temperature was gradually getting lower and lower.
“What…?” MatsuJun was the first to speak out. “…was that?”
If Jun was the first to speak out, then Sho was the first to move. He got up from his spot on the carpeted floor, his eyes still glued to the air vent above him. “Heater probably. I can't hear the whirr of it anymore.”
“Mou!” Aiba sat up on the sofa and wrapped himself with said fuzzy wooly blanket. “It’s cold enough in here already!”
“Yes, yes, we get that Aiba,” Nino grudgingly said. (His character lost quite the amount of HP due to his temporary shock.) “The heater’s down and it’s cold. Plainly obvious, isn’t it? Go check up on the staff.”
Aiba pouted childishly at Nino (even though he was sure that Nino was too caught up in his game than him) and jumped off the sofa. He buried his sock-clad feet in the carpet, trying (and failing) to warm his feet.
“Fine, I’ll go. I’m getting out of here! It’s freezing!” Aiba wrapped himself much like a California roll and walked towards the entrance. He reached out to twist the metal knob.
But the door wouldn’t budge.
“What the…?”
He tried again. Maybe he was still groggy from his mini nap. Twist first before pulling. Not pull before twist, he told his half-conscious brain. He did exactly that. But still the door wouldn’t move. Aiba tugged and pulled and heaved on the door.
The door stayed in place.
He rattled the door knob irritably, making quite the ruckus. “What are you doing?” Sho snapped his head towards Masaki who accusingly pointed at the door. Sho sighed before getting up from his spot. “Aiba-chan…”
And if Aiba couldn’t open the door, that should speak volumes for Arashi’s Fail-Master Sakurai Sho. He rattled and pulled on the door, but it was still closed. Sho had this image that it was mocking him. He slammed his hand on the doorknob and pulled his throbbing hand back later on. He decided later on that that was a stupid idea. Aiba plus Sho equals twice the trouble and that’s when Jun decided that he would come and intervene.
But, oh even the mighty Matsumoto Jun couldn’t open that door, DoS mode and all. Sho was now one hundred percent certain that the door was teasing them. Matsumoto banged his fist on the door and yelled, “Hello! Is anyone out there?”
“What?” Nino paused his game and looked up at Jun. “Are we stuck in here?” He looked overvat Jun, Sho and Aiba who were unsuccessfully trying to swing the door open. Even Ohno’s mid-daydream had been broken off by all the noise they were making.
No one replied to Jun’s yells.
Kami-sama, it’s HanaDan all over again, Jun thought.
Aiba shivered and wrapped himself tighter. “IT’S COOOOOOOOLD!”
Sho swung his arm over Masaki’s shoulders and said, “Sit first while we try to get outta here.” Sho guided him to the couch, next to Ohno. Aiba sniffled, burying himself closer to his wooly blanket and his co-member. “Riida is war-mb. Li'e a tedty bear” he absentmindedly said. Nino glanced at Aiba and raised his eyebrows behind his DS. Eyes narrowed slightly he trudged across the room and eased into the seat between Ohno and Aiba, wordlessly. The lanky idol rubbed his nose and sniffled. “Nino, I tink I’b getting a cold.”
“When your M’s start to sound like B’s, it’s a definite yes, Aiba-chan,” Nino said. He seemed to relish the fact that both Aiba and Ohno was beside him-it was warmer that way rather than the single-seater sofa he was sitting in. Ohno started to blow into his hands now. Nino shouted over his game, “Try calling someone, Jun-kun! I want to get out of there ASAP.”
The only reason he wanted that was because his DS had finally lit up the ‘battery low’ indicator. And he’d left the charger back at home instead of stuffing it in his bag. And good job, Ninomiya. You didn’t charge your DS last night.
“Good idea,” Jun commented, before getting out his phone. He dialed one of the staff member’s number. Sho was still banging on the door, avoiding the stingingly cold door knob. The phone rang… and rang… and rang.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” Jun was getting annoyed.
The person picked up. Finally. “M- m-shi?”
“Hello? Hello? Tatsuya-san? Can you hear me?”
“I -crack-you -crack- at all…”
“Hello? Hello?”
“Matsumoto -crack- I can’t- beep, beep beeeeep….”
The phone line died.
Jun cursed inwardly. “Something’s wrong with the connection. I can’t hear a thing.” He checked the screen of his phone. Weird-his phone showed full bars for ‘connection’. Well, that meant one thing: they were stuck.
“Are we having a snowstorm outside?” Ohno suddenly voiced out.
“Not sure,” Jun answered. “But whatever it is I want-eh?” The lights suddenly started to flicker, obstructing his flow of words. “What the-?” The lights started to flicker even more and then, without a warning, all of the ceiling lamps shut and the room was enveloped in darkness.
“Eeeeh?! What? WhatwhatWHAT?” Aiba looked around and his brows furrowed in half worry, half fear. Unconsciously, he grabbed a fistful of Nino’s jacket and crept closer to the gamer. “EEEHHHH! I DON’T WANT THISSSSS!”
Sho apparently started to feel the alarm too. “Wh- What’s going on?” There was evident tone of panic in his voice, and even though the temperature was nearing 4 degrees, he could feel beads of sweat to appear. Composure wasn’t one of Sho’s best traits when he was downright nervous. This was crazy! Things kept on coming one after the other! He backed himself away from the open space.
Suddenly there was a loud BANG!
Two members of Arashi screamed. Another two yelped. One looked around and walked over towards one of the dressing tables and looked downwards.
“Careful, Sho-kun,” Riida calmly said. “Something fell. You banged on the table.” Ohno gently tugged on Sho’s hand and pulled him away from the site and from the shattered remains of a used-to-be proud orange lion. How had that ornament get there?
Jun placed his hand on his chest, trying to calm his beating heart.
Aiba’s arms were all around Nino, his face buried in his friend’s shoulder; he looked like he was going to burst into tears.
Nino’s feet were on the sofa; his face depicted shock… just shock.
“That was dangerous,” Ohno commented when Sho had collapsed onto the single-seater sofa. “This place needs light.” He took out his keitai and used it as a makeshift torchlight. He was about to press his fingers over the light switch before realization dawned upon him-- the lights were as dead as Nino’s DS.
The lamps were lighted and the whole room was washed with bright white light.
“What…?” Sho looked around, bewildered at the sudden brightness. No one had definitely touched the light switch. No one was even near it! Aiba had yelped once more before his brain yelled out to him, This is a good thing! He sat up, rubbing his eyes and pried himself away from Nino. Disorientation washed over MatsuJun and Nino blinked thrice before anything could register in his brain. Ohno… Ohno thought that it would be wise to keep his keitai back in his pocket now.
But there was nothing that could make Arashi expect what came next.
A staff member effortlessly opened the door and came inside the room. All five idols looked confusedly back at the young woman as she bowed deeply in front of them. “Otsukaresama deshita,” she said.
Nino was the first to react. “Eh, what?”
She smiled and clutched her clipboard. “The shooting for Himitsu had just ended.”
Then MatsuJun deadpanned, “What?”
The director, Shimaki-san, came in moments later. His face was all smiles-the same smile given after a good episode shooting. Of course, that was exactly what they were told, but still, what?
Shimaki-san must have good observing skills, for he picked up their questions from their eyes. He asked, “Remember the Haunting episode we did in summer that time?” They grimly nodded-somehow, they knew where this was going. The director’s grin stayed. “A lot of the viewers sent in emails about how they wanted more of those. So, that was it.”
“You mean,” Nino ventured. “My character died… because of that?”
“Kinda,” he answered, tongue in cheek. Nino fell back onto his sofa, all the life out of him seemed to be sucked away. Does he know how hard he worked to overcome that monster?? The director continued, “I thought it wasn’t going to work-I especially thought Nino was going to find out- but it worked perfectly fine~”
“…And the cameras?” Sho asked finally.
He came in and pointed at five different spots-a corner of the ceiling, near a floor lamp nearby, at a stack of books, inside a cleverly carved out vase, and on the corner of the room.
“Heaters were shut off by Kiku-chan. And the lights, by Mii-chan. Then that lion ornament was carefully placed that even the slightest vibration would make it fall. We sort of guessed Sakurai or Aiba would do something that’ll make that cheap thing fall off.”
There was silence, as Arashi digested this information.
“So,” Nino broke the silence. “Who’s the scaredy-cat of Arashi?”
Shimaki grinned.
“Yappari, it’s Aiba-chan, ne?”
END