Drabbles Collection
I can't find time too lazy to write a one shot, so these are what I can come up with. It was all sets during Arashi's 15th anniversary (pre/post) in Hawaii. A little cheessy, but, yeah... comments are loved ^___^
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Title: Restricted Area
Author: eiko_lotus
Length: Drable
Pairing: those, who own my soul
Rate: PG
Disclaimer: they own each other
“I’m sorry sir, this is restricted area, you couldn’t enter.” A tall black guy standing in front of an asian guy. Their difference in height is way too much, it seemed hurt to the small guy, looking highly up at the black guy. Not just height, seems like the guard could easily throw him away. Well maybe the smaller notice it too, since he stepped back a little.
“ah, sorry…” he mumbled with unclear English, nodded while retreating back. But his eyes were roaming inside, as if trying to look if he could find someone to help him.
“you have to go sir, sorry.” The guard shooed him away once more before he moved to close the gate. That was when the small guy looking at the vertical stage, seeing one of Japanese band member stood, shouting at the people on stage before the man looking at the annoying asian man.
“Riida!” the man on the platform yelling loudly, muttering something in Japanese that the guard didn’t understand, pointing at the small guy in front of him who just smiling wide, waving at the man. Apparently that shout was enough to bring the chaos that moment into complete silent. All the Japanese that were inside the area immediately look at the gate.
“Ohno san, we’re sorry, we didn’t see you coming.” One of the suited man ran after them. He glanced at the guard, and opening the gate wider while continuously bowing to the small man, muttering, what it sound, apologize in Japanese language.
People made ways to them, and the man above the platform furiously lowering his stage and walked toward him. The other three members were just laughing as the taller man slap his head slowly.
"Satoshi, what did I told you? Come right away here after you done with choreography. But look at you, all sunburn." the Japanese translator explains what been said to the stage producer. Adding with the way that tall man move, everyone knew how he was so mad, but the one called Ohno just smile, pecking the other's cheek. It was first shocked all the crew, coz comparing with any other boyband, no one would be so bold enough to show deep skinship like these five guys did.
"I bet the fishes here is more tempting for him than you Jun." one of the three, the bulky one said, not even try to hide his laughter which ended quickly as the Jun person glare at him.
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Title: Rules
Author: eiko_lotus
Length: Drable
Pairing: those, who own my soul
Rate: PG
Disclaimer: they own each other
Matsumoto Jun could swear that his alarm hasn't blasting yet, but somehow something awaken him up, wait, was it something or someone?
He felt something wet and sticky attached to his chest that should be covered by his fishes pajamas that his lover bought him, but that wasn't the case now. The wet sticky 'thing' moved around his chest until soft sucking was around his left nipple.
He reluctantly opened his eyes, trying to shove the thing on his chest but another thing blocking his hand. His eyes bulged out when he realized the thing that had been glued to his chest.
"Satoshi! What are you doing?!" he shoved the smaller man's shoulder a bit harsh. He hates waking up early and this wasn't the wake up call he would like to have, not when he had concert to plan.
"they're begging me to pet them, we still have time, right Jun?" the long hand wandered around his chest but this time Jun had been ready. He captured the fingers quickly and stood up abruptly, this could only lead to one thing.
"no sex before the concert Satoshi, I mean it." he had been the one who made the rule and he really didn't intend to break it, even though it was the Arashi leader who ask him bend over.
Jun ran to the bathroom, leaving his lover on the bed, pouting but he knew better to ignore the view otherwise his thin courage could flatter away.
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Jun stared at the pair in front of him. He wondered what so funny that made Sho bend over, holding his stomach while hiding his face on Masaki's neck whose laugh also as loud. And it became worse as Nino joined the duo into laughter.
"J, you might want to cover it." Nino pointed around his shirtless chest, throwing him the small towel he been used.
Jun follows the pointed finger and cursed lightly when he saw his left nipple in bright pink mark while his other one was not. The pink area was so sensitive that even the towel touch made him shivered. He turned to see Ohno squat, playing with a cat during their rehearsal brake. Jun swore he didn't know how such innocent looking could turn pervert behind the closed door. He shook his head, turned to the stage with red blushing on his face, and didn’t know if he should be mad or not when the laugh got louder.
a.n.: this was actually a side story of aka_caster latest drabble (forgot the title though) but you might want to check.
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Title: (S)He’s Pretty
Author: eiko_lotus
Length: Drable
Pairing: those, who own my soul
Rate: PG
Disclaimer: they own each other
The restaurant was already quiet that night. The tourists had return to their respective hotel nor pub around the beach, no one would enter a small fancy restaurant after sunset, but tonight maybe different.
"welcome" I raised my head when I heard the door being opened. It was surprising to see a small Asian guy entered with his girlfriend behind him. Somehow I think I know the man. He is a little bit tanned for an Asian, wearing only shirts and shorts with sandals like any other tourists would wear. But his girlfriend was different, her cropped hair fell behind her ears which she clipped neatly with baggy shirt and short, showing off her white slim legs. She didn't look much like Asian, only her white skin that betrays her. I bet they are Japanese.
Wait, Japanese? I heard a group was having anniversary concert around here, could it be that the guy was one of the members? I chuckled on my own thought, why an international band member would ate in a small restaurant like mine.
I stared openly to the pair who sat at far corner of the room, smiling to see the girl took out a small towel and wiped her boyfriend's hair. They must had been snorkeling around the beach, thus explained their wet hair. It was so easy to see love in their eyes and how they adore each other. Their body gesture simply emitting their love.
The sound of the television behind the counter diverts my attention from the pair. There on the tube was a report about a concert that just ended last night, the concert of the boyband I thought earlier. That was when something hit me. The man on the corner table really is the member of band. I have a celebrity inside my restaurant. I could be hypervalenting anytime soon.
I ran to their table when I see the guy raised his hand to call me. Maybe I could ask his sign after this.
"can I help you sir?" I asked with most polite tone.
"I want this, and this, and this." he just pointed to the picture on the menu. Guess he didn't really understand English, but his way of conversing is great. I nodded and smile brightly at him, indicating I understand his request. He is handsome, just what expected from a boyband member.
"and what can I get you miss?" I turned to see his girlfriend and lost my breath instantly. Saying she's pretty is understatement. Her big brown eyes with long lashes and thick eyebrows, completed with thin pink lips, high cheekbones and her perfectly shaped nose, she could be a model. I took a glimpse at her white clear skin neck until the hem of the shirt but I can't find her breast molding behind the shirt. Wait, is she, no he?
"I want this and this." I startled when I hear deep baritone voice coming out from her, no, I mean him. I nodded shyly, knowing my mistake, but I could swear this man is so damn pretty that anyone could mistook him as a girl.
I ran to the kitchen immediately, threw the paper inside for the cook to prepare their dish. I felt my face burnt, this is the first time I mistook a man as a girl. Stupid me.
a.n.: Nope, I'm not on hiatus, not even try to, but my RL been too busy lately, so it just difficult to arrange my time. On the other side, I've been hysteric since the beginning of this month, I will go to Japan on November to watch Arashi Concert! (my dearest little sister won the ticket for us!). Now that I got my visa, tickets and hotel booking, I got the excitement building up, more and more. If you happen to reside around Fukuoka, Kyoto or Osaka, please let me know, as I'd spent the 10 days vacation in the cities... ^___^
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Title: Restricted Area
Author: eiko_lotus
Length: Drable
Pairing: those, who own my soul
Rate: PG
Disclaimer: they own each other
“I’m sorry sir, this is restricted area, you couldn’t enter.” A tall black guy standing in front of an asian guy. Their difference in height is way too much, it seemed hurt to the small guy, looking highly up at the black guy. Not just height, seems like the guard could easily throw him away. Well maybe the smaller notice it too, since he stepped back a little.
“ah, sorry…” he mumbled with unclear English, nodded while retreating back. But his eyes were roaming inside, as if trying to look if he could find someone to help him.
“you have to go sir, sorry.” The guard shooed him away once more before he moved to close the gate. That was when the small guy looking at the vertical stage, seeing one of Japanese band member stood, shouting at the people on stage before the man looking at the annoying asian man.
“Riida!” the man on the platform yelling loudly, muttering something in Japanese that the guard didn’t understand, pointing at the small guy in front of him who just smiling wide, waving at the man. Apparently that shout was enough to bring the chaos that moment into complete silent. All the Japanese that were inside the area immediately look at the gate.
“Ohno san, we’re sorry, we didn’t see you coming.” One of the suited man ran after them. He glanced at the guard, and opening the gate wider while continuously bowing to the small man, muttering, what it sound, apologize in Japanese language.
People made ways to them, and the man above the platform furiously lowering his stage and walked toward him. The other three members were just laughing as the taller man slap his head slowly.
"Satoshi, what did I told you? Come right away here after you done with choreography. But look at you, all sunburn." the Japanese translator explains what been said to the stage producer. Adding with the way that tall man move, everyone knew how he was so mad, but the one called Ohno just smile, pecking the other's cheek. It was first shocked all the crew, coz comparing with any other boyband, no one would be so bold enough to show deep skinship like these five guys did.
"I bet the fishes here is more tempting for him than you Jun." one of the three, the bulky one said, not even try to hide his laughter which ended quickly as the Jun person glare at him.
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Title: Rules
Author: eiko_lotus
Length: Drable
Pairing: those, who own my soul
Rate: PG
Disclaimer: they own each other
Matsumoto Jun could swear that his alarm hasn't blasting yet, but somehow something awaken him up, wait, was it something or someone?
He felt something wet and sticky attached to his chest that should be covered by his fishes pajamas that his lover bought him, but that wasn't the case now. The wet sticky 'thing' moved around his chest until soft sucking was around his left nipple.
He reluctantly opened his eyes, trying to shove the thing on his chest but another thing blocking his hand. His eyes bulged out when he realized the thing that had been glued to his chest.
"Satoshi! What are you doing?!" he shoved the smaller man's shoulder a bit harsh. He hates waking up early and this wasn't the wake up call he would like to have, not when he had concert to plan.
"they're begging me to pet them, we still have time, right Jun?" the long hand wandered around his chest but this time Jun had been ready. He captured the fingers quickly and stood up abruptly, this could only lead to one thing.
"no sex before the concert Satoshi, I mean it." he had been the one who made the rule and he really didn't intend to break it, even though it was the Arashi leader who ask him bend over.
Jun ran to the bathroom, leaving his lover on the bed, pouting but he knew better to ignore the view otherwise his thin courage could flatter away.
***
Jun stared at the pair in front of him. He wondered what so funny that made Sho bend over, holding his stomach while hiding his face on Masaki's neck whose laugh also as loud. And it became worse as Nino joined the duo into laughter.
"J, you might want to cover it." Nino pointed around his shirtless chest, throwing him the small towel he been used.
Jun follows the pointed finger and cursed lightly when he saw his left nipple in bright pink mark while his other one was not. The pink area was so sensitive that even the towel touch made him shivered. He turned to see Ohno squat, playing with a cat during their rehearsal brake. Jun swore he didn't know how such innocent looking could turn pervert behind the closed door. He shook his head, turned to the stage with red blushing on his face, and didn’t know if he should be mad or not when the laugh got louder.
a.n.: this was actually a side story of aka_caster latest drabble (forgot the title though) but you might want to check.
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Title: (S)He’s Pretty
Author: eiko_lotus
Length: Drable
Pairing: those, who own my soul
Rate: PG
Disclaimer: they own each other
The restaurant was already quiet that night. The tourists had return to their respective hotel nor pub around the beach, no one would enter a small fancy restaurant after sunset, but tonight maybe different.
"welcome" I raised my head when I heard the door being opened. It was surprising to see a small Asian guy entered with his girlfriend behind him. Somehow I think I know the man. He is a little bit tanned for an Asian, wearing only shirts and shorts with sandals like any other tourists would wear. But his girlfriend was different, her cropped hair fell behind her ears which she clipped neatly with baggy shirt and short, showing off her white slim legs. She didn't look much like Asian, only her white skin that betrays her. I bet they are Japanese.
Wait, Japanese? I heard a group was having anniversary concert around here, could it be that the guy was one of the members? I chuckled on my own thought, why an international band member would ate in a small restaurant like mine.
I stared openly to the pair who sat at far corner of the room, smiling to see the girl took out a small towel and wiped her boyfriend's hair. They must had been snorkeling around the beach, thus explained their wet hair. It was so easy to see love in their eyes and how they adore each other. Their body gesture simply emitting their love.
The sound of the television behind the counter diverts my attention from the pair. There on the tube was a report about a concert that just ended last night, the concert of the boyband I thought earlier. That was when something hit me. The man on the corner table really is the member of band. I have a celebrity inside my restaurant. I could be hypervalenting anytime soon.
I ran to their table when I see the guy raised his hand to call me. Maybe I could ask his sign after this.
"can I help you sir?" I asked with most polite tone.
"I want this, and this, and this." he just pointed to the picture on the menu. Guess he didn't really understand English, but his way of conversing is great. I nodded and smile brightly at him, indicating I understand his request. He is handsome, just what expected from a boyband member.
"and what can I get you miss?" I turned to see his girlfriend and lost my breath instantly. Saying she's pretty is understatement. Her big brown eyes with long lashes and thick eyebrows, completed with thin pink lips, high cheekbones and her perfectly shaped nose, she could be a model. I took a glimpse at her white clear skin neck until the hem of the shirt but I can't find her breast molding behind the shirt. Wait, is she, no he?
"I want this and this." I startled when I hear deep baritone voice coming out from her, no, I mean him. I nodded shyly, knowing my mistake, but I could swear this man is so damn pretty that anyone could mistook him as a girl.
I ran to the kitchen immediately, threw the paper inside for the cook to prepare their dish. I felt my face burnt, this is the first time I mistook a man as a girl. Stupid me.
a.n.: Nope, I'm not on hiatus, not even try to, but my RL been too busy lately, so it just difficult to arrange my time. On the other side, I've been hysteric since the beginning of this month, I will go to Japan on November to watch Arashi Concert! (my dearest little sister won the ticket for us!). Now that I got my visa, tickets and hotel booking, I got the excitement building up, more and more. If you happen to reside around Fukuoka, Kyoto or Osaka, please let me know, as I'd spent the 10 days vacation in the cities... ^___^