Guardian Angel [4/19]
Title : Guardian Angel
Genre : Romance/Fluff
Rating : PG15
Pairing :Sho x OC
Disclaimer : I do NOT own Arashi. But I do own the original characters, and the plot. :D
Summary : He could never ever forget his first and only love. But what would happen if he meets her again? Only this time, its a girl who isn't her. A girl who needs him simply as her guardian angel.
Notes: Noms.
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Jumping off the make shift stage set up for their rehearsal at Kokuritsu, Sho took one look at where their designer of whom he had first met today, before frowning again. Oddly enough, he had had the oddest want to go up to her, and ask her if she had seen her best friend before, but with how Jun looked so murderous whenever any of them approached the fiery yet petite designer, Sho decided otherwise.
However, the guy, try as he may, could not get the image of Sayakomi Tomomi. Wait, was it Sayakomi? Or was it Aya he saw? Sho didn't know. It was giving him a headache.
Groaning, the guy threw his head back to take a heavy, deep gulp of the water in the bottle, crushing the bottle as he did so, before tossing it in to the waste basket, and headed backstage. He was going to California tomorrow, for a News Zero assignment, and Sho wasn't exactly looking forward to it. Not when rehearsals were already wearing him to the bone.
Dropping on the couch the moment he got in to the dressing room, it was seconds before Sho was out like a light. He needed a good sleep. Yet his dreams were plagued. Plagued by switching images of Naminaro Aya, and Sayakomi Tomomi. One of whom he loved, a memory of the death. The other of someone who intrigued him, someone who piqued his curiosity like no other.
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"Ne, Onee-chan! Do you really have to go again tomorrow? You hardly spend time with us!"
Tomomi pulled her younger brother Natsume in to her arms, and ruffled the hair of the youngest boy, before reaching out to rub the elder ones dark head, before nodding to Natsume's question. "Unfortunately, yes, I have to go. Its for work, boys. Understand why don't you?"
"We do!" the elder one, Ryota, insisted, before he pouted again. "But we hardly see you these days, Nee-chan."
"I have to pay your school fees, kids. I don't have a choice."
"Tomomi-chan, gomene?"
At the sound of the gentle, time worn voice, the female turned, and then shook her head immediately at the apology her grandmother gave, as the eldest member of the family walked in. "Iie, its my duty, Obaa-chan. I'm the one whom has to say sorry, for putting these two brats on you while I'm in Tokyo."
"Its nice to have company, and Ryota helps around the house, so its okay." Sayakomi Mimoru replied, the elder lady smiling softly as she rubbed the boys head, before turning to look at Tomomi. "You work too hard. Its a pity your parents-"
"Yada. Its fate. I don't have a choice, no?"
"Demo, Tomomi-chan. You should let someone take care of you sometimes?"
"I don't have the time, Obaa-chan. I'd rather work for myself."
The grandmother looked closely at her eldest and only granddaughter, before sighing and shaking her head in resignation. After all, Tomomi was right. Ever since the death of her parents in a freak accident 9 years ago, when Tomomi was only 16, she had had two younger brothers, ages 3 and 4 respectively, and to make sure they wouldn't die of starvation on the roads, the girl had been working and working. She had made it, and pretty well in her field, but ever since she was 16, the girl had been the one taking up the head of the family, its amazing how she could do it. Her income was dependent on how hard the girl worked, and as a result, both Ryota and Natsume only saw their elder sister once a month, twice only if their lucky.
"Ne, I have to go now. I have a plane to catch in 4 hours, and its going to take me 2 hours to get back to Tokyo. Ja, Natsume, Ryota, Obaa-chan."
"Onee-chan!" the two boys chorused, but their pleads remained ignored, as Tomomi just shook her head at them, ruffled their hair and pressed a kiss on each of their cheeks, gave a hug to their grandmother, and ran off in a hurry.
"Obaa-chan.... I want Onee-chan to stay." Natsume complaint, the moment the car went out of sight, and Sayakomi Mimoru sighed, before patting the youngest boys head. "When she finds someone who can take care of her, she'll stay."
"You mean like a guardian angel?" Natsume replied animatedly, having been read one too many fairytales by his brother before bed time lately. But the grandmother merely laughed, before petting her grandson's soft head, noddng. "Yes Natsume, like her own guardian angel."
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Pulling out a picture frame from the back of his cupboard, Sho brushed the pad of his thumb across the colored picture of him hugging a girl around the waist, the beach as the background, before the guy sighed again, and tucked it back behind the cupboard. 6 years. It had been 6 years. Why can't he let go of her?
Aya had been vibrant, joyous, and the sole reason Sho had found the strength to graduate from Keio though the days when he had to juggle both being a Johnny, and a university student at the same time. Aya had always been there for him, and the day he died, Sho thought he would never love again.
And then he met her, at New York. For some odd reason, Sho hadn't been able to get rid of the image of them at the Barcade, of her playing baseball so easily, the girl walking across the streets of New York while munching on a sausage. And how Sayakomi Tomomi looked so much, so much like his Aya.
Closing his eyes, Sho fisted his hands, trying to drive the dull throb in his chest whenever he thought of Aya. Sitting at the edge of his bed, his luggage bag open at his feet, Sho sat motionless for a couple of seconds, before his eyes gradually fluttered open again, and he groaned at the thought of the long ride on the plane in store for him. Sho never liked travelling.
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Looking out the window of her room in the hotel in the midst of California, Tomomi made a frustrated groan, before finally grabbing her scarf, wrapping the white material around her neck, a mere slip against her red tube and shirt, the girl headed out.
She had landed in California hours earlier, and had been whisked straight to the runway location to get started on work, but Tomomi had returned to her hotel just half an hour ago, before she started feeling antsy. Oddly enough, the girl was unusually hyper active today, and sitting still in her hotel room was getting on her nerves.
It wasn't long before the girl found herself on the streets of a bustling night market in California, but unlike the markets in Japan, these sold more trinkets and baubles then food and games, yet Tomomi found herself highly amused as she watched the comings and goings. That is, until a voice jolted her out of her rather amused observation.
"Why hello there pretty lady."
Genre : Romance/Fluff
Rating : PG15
Pairing :Sho x OC
Disclaimer : I do NOT own Arashi. But I do own the original characters, and the plot. :D
Summary : He could never ever forget his first and only love. But what would happen if he meets her again? Only this time, its a girl who isn't her. A girl who needs him simply as her guardian angel.
Notes: Noms.
----
Jumping off the make shift stage set up for their rehearsal at Kokuritsu, Sho took one look at where their designer of whom he had first met today, before frowning again. Oddly enough, he had had the oddest want to go up to her, and ask her if she had seen her best friend before, but with how Jun looked so murderous whenever any of them approached the fiery yet petite designer, Sho decided otherwise.
However, the guy, try as he may, could not get the image of Sayakomi Tomomi. Wait, was it Sayakomi? Or was it Aya he saw? Sho didn't know. It was giving him a headache.
Groaning, the guy threw his head back to take a heavy, deep gulp of the water in the bottle, crushing the bottle as he did so, before tossing it in to the waste basket, and headed backstage. He was going to California tomorrow, for a News Zero assignment, and Sho wasn't exactly looking forward to it. Not when rehearsals were already wearing him to the bone.
Dropping on the couch the moment he got in to the dressing room, it was seconds before Sho was out like a light. He needed a good sleep. Yet his dreams were plagued. Plagued by switching images of Naminaro Aya, and Sayakomi Tomomi. One of whom he loved, a memory of the death. The other of someone who intrigued him, someone who piqued his curiosity like no other.
--
"Ne, Onee-chan! Do you really have to go again tomorrow? You hardly spend time with us!"
Tomomi pulled her younger brother Natsume in to her arms, and ruffled the hair of the youngest boy, before reaching out to rub the elder ones dark head, before nodding to Natsume's question. "Unfortunately, yes, I have to go. Its for work, boys. Understand why don't you?"
"We do!" the elder one, Ryota, insisted, before he pouted again. "But we hardly see you these days, Nee-chan."
"I have to pay your school fees, kids. I don't have a choice."
"Tomomi-chan, gomene?"
At the sound of the gentle, time worn voice, the female turned, and then shook her head immediately at the apology her grandmother gave, as the eldest member of the family walked in. "Iie, its my duty, Obaa-chan. I'm the one whom has to say sorry, for putting these two brats on you while I'm in Tokyo."
"Its nice to have company, and Ryota helps around the house, so its okay." Sayakomi Mimoru replied, the elder lady smiling softly as she rubbed the boys head, before turning to look at Tomomi. "You work too hard. Its a pity your parents-"
"Yada. Its fate. I don't have a choice, no?"
"Demo, Tomomi-chan. You should let someone take care of you sometimes?"
"I don't have the time, Obaa-chan. I'd rather work for myself."
The grandmother looked closely at her eldest and only granddaughter, before sighing and shaking her head in resignation. After all, Tomomi was right. Ever since the death of her parents in a freak accident 9 years ago, when Tomomi was only 16, she had had two younger brothers, ages 3 and 4 respectively, and to make sure they wouldn't die of starvation on the roads, the girl had been working and working. She had made it, and pretty well in her field, but ever since she was 16, the girl had been the one taking up the head of the family, its amazing how she could do it. Her income was dependent on how hard the girl worked, and as a result, both Ryota and Natsume only saw their elder sister once a month, twice only if their lucky.
"Ne, I have to go now. I have a plane to catch in 4 hours, and its going to take me 2 hours to get back to Tokyo. Ja, Natsume, Ryota, Obaa-chan."
"Onee-chan!" the two boys chorused, but their pleads remained ignored, as Tomomi just shook her head at them, ruffled their hair and pressed a kiss on each of their cheeks, gave a hug to their grandmother, and ran off in a hurry.
"Obaa-chan.... I want Onee-chan to stay." Natsume complaint, the moment the car went out of sight, and Sayakomi Mimoru sighed, before patting the youngest boys head. "When she finds someone who can take care of her, she'll stay."
"You mean like a guardian angel?" Natsume replied animatedly, having been read one too many fairytales by his brother before bed time lately. But the grandmother merely laughed, before petting her grandson's soft head, noddng. "Yes Natsume, like her own guardian angel."
---
Pulling out a picture frame from the back of his cupboard, Sho brushed the pad of his thumb across the colored picture of him hugging a girl around the waist, the beach as the background, before the guy sighed again, and tucked it back behind the cupboard. 6 years. It had been 6 years. Why can't he let go of her?
Aya had been vibrant, joyous, and the sole reason Sho had found the strength to graduate from Keio though the days when he had to juggle both being a Johnny, and a university student at the same time. Aya had always been there for him, and the day he died, Sho thought he would never love again.
And then he met her, at New York. For some odd reason, Sho hadn't been able to get rid of the image of them at the Barcade, of her playing baseball so easily, the girl walking across the streets of New York while munching on a sausage. And how Sayakomi Tomomi looked so much, so much like his Aya.
Closing his eyes, Sho fisted his hands, trying to drive the dull throb in his chest whenever he thought of Aya. Sitting at the edge of his bed, his luggage bag open at his feet, Sho sat motionless for a couple of seconds, before his eyes gradually fluttered open again, and he groaned at the thought of the long ride on the plane in store for him. Sho never liked travelling.
---
Looking out the window of her room in the hotel in the midst of California, Tomomi made a frustrated groan, before finally grabbing her scarf, wrapping the white material around her neck, a mere slip against her red tube and shirt, the girl headed out.
She had landed in California hours earlier, and had been whisked straight to the runway location to get started on work, but Tomomi had returned to her hotel just half an hour ago, before she started feeling antsy. Oddly enough, the girl was unusually hyper active today, and sitting still in her hotel room was getting on her nerves.
It wasn't long before the girl found herself on the streets of a bustling night market in California, but unlike the markets in Japan, these sold more trinkets and baubles then food and games, yet Tomomi found herself highly amused as she watched the comings and goings. That is, until a voice jolted her out of her rather amused observation.
"Why hello there pretty lady."