Fanfic : My neighbour, my mother and me...
Title: My neighbour, my mother and me...
Under-title: Murphy's Law by Shiori
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Arashi (but the POV is my heroine's, so you'll probably not see them as much as you would liked XD)
Genre: Humor, General, and a touch of Romance
Pairing: Aiba/OC
Summary: Well, it's impossible to resume without revealing everything, read and you'll see XDD
Disclaimer: Only the words are mine...
Note: English is not my mother language and this is my first translation from French to English so please, be indulgent ^__^ Hope you'll enjoy !
Previous parts: Prologue
Chapter 1: When troubles begins…
Oh joy, oh happiness, bad luck seemed to have leave me. It's 1 p.m. and the morning went smoothly. I gave back the shoes to the costume designer and told her I'll give her back the blouse once I gave it to the laundry. Everything goes well, till… my mother called me at lunch time.
"I'm on the train."
"The train ?"
"You told me that I can come to your house, remember ?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"Oh, yes it's true…" I replied while rubbing my temples, migraine seemed to want to appear. Inwardly, I cursed my brother to exiled himself so well in Hokkaido.
"I come this evening… Ne, you work for Fuji TV ?"
"NTV, kaa-san, NTV."
"So ka…"
"Why ?"
"I managed to get tickets for a show, thanks to the fan club. As I come to Tokyo anyway… You'll want to come with me ?"
"What kind of show ?" I asked with a vague interest.
"VS Arashi."
And then I tilted. I remembered. THE most shameful thing about my mother. THE secret even my best friends don't know… My mother is a huge fan of Arashi. But when I say fan, it really a big big fan! The type who collect all goodies, who ruins herself to buy all the discography, whether Limited and Regular Editions, my mother has ALL of them! She has a room totally dedicated to Arashi at home, the room where I can hardly set foot as it makes me uncomfortable. Imagine a small room, with a shelf full of CD, Concert and Drama DVD, walls covered with posters, albums filled with photos and magazine galore. I was even sometimes - often actually - mandated to go buy official photos to Johnnys Shop! When you know that my mother is 50 years old, it's frankly scaring!! I always wondered what my father thought of all this, but my thought is that he makes as if this room doesn't exist and ignores the fangirl side of his wife… I admire him for that!
And then I make the bond : My mother, fan of Arashi >> My neighbour, member of that group >> My mother who doesn't know it and come by me this evening >> Oh my god, I need to warn him! Maybe I should advise him to go live by one of his friend for a few days? Because I'm really worried for him… If my mother finds it out, she'll become untenable, I feel it…
"Moshi moshi? Moshi moshi Shiori? Are you there?" I had forgotten that she was at the other end of the line.
"Ahhh yes. Gomen, I need to go back to work, we'll talk about it this evening. Ja!"
"Matte!"
But I had already cut off the communication. My heart beat wildly and I tried to think quickly. How could I warn Aiba-san ? He wouldn't be at home at this time and it would be hard to talk to him before my mom arrive. Think Shiori, think! My eyes fell on the large panels detailing the programs of the channel… Of course! Tensai! Shimura Doubutsuen! Why didn't I think about it sooner? Moreover, my mother surprisingly didn't tilt. I should be able to find a phone number…
I again took the elevator and headed for the offices of those who took care of the show. Perhaps by asking nicely... Or not. Didn't I have access to the directory of all the contacts of the channel? Caught by a doubt, I turned back and headed my own office. You need to know that I work in the ad', in case I take care of the advertisement for the broadcasts and drama, I didn't have contact with all the guests who could work here. And unfortunately, my directory would go therefore, only advertising professionals, editors, graphic designers, no showbiz 'star'… Damn it!
I left my office again and joined those of the show. When I entered, my eyes caught my worst nightmare at NTV, Katsugiri Shohei aka THE heavy guy who always hopes he'll put me in his bed even if I rejected him at least twenty times… When he saw me, a big grin adorned his handsome face and he approached me with his seductive look. I have to admit that he is in fact gorgeous, but he also is full of himself and arrogant, the type I couldn't bear.
"Oh who comes here… You change your mind Shiori-chan? You accept my invitation to dinner?"
"To be honest, non. I just need an inquiry."
"What for?" he asked with his charming smile.
"I really need Aiba Masaki's phone number, can you, by chance, give it to me?"
"I can think about it…" I began to smile, I'd finally be able to warn him ! "… what will I have in exchange?" continued my interlocutor.
My smile melted like snow in the sun. He won't do that, right?
"My eternal gratitude?" I try with a new smile.
"Oh, it's tempting but no… You'll have to give me more… Like a dinner, in example…"
"Or I can ask someone else. Thanks for trying to help me, Katsugiri-san." I say as I overtake him.
I walked around the office, politely asking, sometimes even pleading, citing a question of life or death, but no, none of them seemed ready to leave me the number. They thought maybe I was kind of a stalker?
"So Shiori-chan? You have found your happiness? "interrupted the voice of my nightmare, just behind my ear.
I jumped violently and looked back at him, furious. I stared at him for a moment without a word, he always had this arrogant smirk. Then I tell myself that I had no choice, except to leave Aiba-san in the dark and possibly at the mercy of extremist fan, my mother ... It was for a good cause ... It remained to convince myself... I sighed at length, looking down and then went back to his face. His expression remained unchanged.
"Okay. "I laid down arms...
***
"Moshi moshi ?" First solution.
"Ano… Aiba-san desu ne ?"
"Hai. Who is this ?"
"Ah, sorry. I’m Kamiya Shiori… eto… your next-door neighbor."
"Eh ? How did you get this number? Is there a problem at the apartment?"
"Iie. Well, not really… It’s a bit, how to say it... well, I need to talk to you about something important." My nervousness made me forget to answer the first question but it didn’t seem to take offense, a chance for me.
"I listen to you."
"No, well, I’d prefer to talk to you in person. Will you have a moment today ?"
"I can stop at your home when I come back this evening..."
"Especially not!" I shouted, panicked.
"Are you sure everything is okay?" He asked. He really seemed concerned... about my sanity maybe?
"Yes... I need to talk to you before this evening, it's important."
"I'm sorry, but I'm really busy today. I have the recording of my show which begin in an hour and..."
"Is it Tensai?" I cut him, a smile appearing on my face.
"Eh ?"
"The show you'll be recording, it's Tensai? You're on your way for NTV?"
"Ha... Hai... Why?"
"I'm at NTV?"
"What?"
"I work for NTV. Can I take five minute of your time before the recording starts? Please?"
"Are you sure everything is okay?" He asked again.
"Everything is okay, it's only very important."
"Wakatta. I'll wait for you at the studio in forty-five minutes."
"Arigato." I whispered, relieved.
"Ja, I need to go. See you later."
"Thanks again!" I shouted, but he had already hang up.
I closed my phone with a sigh of relief. Phew, I get to prevent him in time ...
The door of the room suddenly opened, causing me to jump violently. Twice in less than an hour, fortunately I haven't a heart condition.
"Kamiya-sempai?" wondered one of my younger colleagues.
I smiled and left the room as quickly as possible to reach my office where I returned to work, my eyes checking the time every five minutes...
***
It's as quickly as possible that I left the elevator and headed the studio. My boss had drone on at me for ten minutes while I wanted to leave the office and now I was afraid to arrive after the recording began. But that was reckoning without my greater commitment, I reached the studio in time. But my legendary bad luck followed me as I drove into the back of someone... my walking nightmare.
"Shiori-chan?"
I bowed quickly and apologize, mumbling that I was in a hurry and continued my way before he could react. Phew!
I advanced cautiously among technicians and finally found the one I was looking for, in discussion with who seemed to be the director of the show and the other hosts. As if he sensed my presence, he looked at me at that time and greeted me with a nod, which I returned hastily. He offered a smile and seemed to apologize to his interlocutors before leaving them to join me.
"Konnichiwa." He greeted me with a smile.
"Konnichiwa. Thanks to give me some of your time."
"Iie yo. What is this important thing that you have to tell me ?"
In a nod I beckoned him to follow me and I was dragging him a bit aloof. I didn't want everyone to learn what I was about to tell him.
"Eto... It's a bit complicated... and it'll perhaps seem strange to you..." I began.
"Nani ka?"
"Here it is, my mother had a fight with my father and she decided to come spend a few days at my home."
"How am I affected?"
"I'll come to it... My mother didn't know who I have as a neighbour and I have to say that it's better for her to remain in ignorance... It happens that my mother is, well..."
"What?"
"Fan?"
"Fan? Of what?"
"Arashi?" I say in a small voice.
"You ask me?" He wondered.
"No, I... My mother is a huge fan of Arashi, to the point that it makes me uncomfortable."
"Why?" He asked, a bit lost.
"Why? Maybe because I find it unhealthy for a fifty-years-old women, furthermore married and mother of a family, to collect all the CDs, DVDs and photos, posters and goodies of a group whose members have the same age than her children!" I threw, slightly nervous, before I relent. "Sorry, I didn't hold a grudge against you... I always wanted to say that to her but never could..."
"Iie... You mean, she collects everything?"
"Everything. She has a room dedicated to Arashi at home. It makes me shudder..." I whispered.
"Sugoi."
"Eh?"
"I never thought we had a fan like her..."
"Anyway..." I continued, avoiding to analyzed what he meant by that. "Because you are a member of Arashi and you live across from me, there are risks that you will cross her... So, for your safety and for the sake of my sanity, I had to warn you... Wouldn't you have a friend with whom you could go for a few days? I promise, I try to make her going home in a few days, we just need to give her time to simmer, the she will realize that she miss my father and she will go..."
"Aiba-san! We begin!" The director called him.
"I come!" He answered.
He seemed to think a moment, ruminatively, and then smiled at me.
"Thanks for warning me. Don't worry about me."
"What will you do?" I asked when he had already made two steps to move away.
"Now? Working."
"No, I mean... about my mother..."
"Oh, don't worry about it, I'd know how to handle the situation!" He threw before quickly walking away, leaving me there, dumbfounded.
"Ehhhh?"
What did he mean "Handle the situation"?!? I felt it bad... Very very very bad...
Author's note : Sorry for the delay ^__^ It was really crazy at work in april, I didn't have the time to concentrate on my translation till today (I took a week off starting yesterday XDD).
Translating from French to English is not as easy as the opposite, for me, because in French I used lots of expression that I didn't know how to translate them in englis ^__^
But I'll do my best to finish translating this fic! Even if it takes some times, so please, wait for it ^^
Under-title: Murphy's Law by Shiori
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Arashi (but the POV is my heroine's, so you'll probably not see them as much as you would liked XD)
Genre: Humor, General, and a touch of Romance
Pairing: Aiba/OC
Summary: Well, it's impossible to resume without revealing everything, read and you'll see XDD
Disclaimer: Only the words are mine...
Note: English is not my mother language and this is my first translation from French to English so please, be indulgent ^__^ Hope you'll enjoy !
Previous parts: Prologue
Chapter 1: When troubles begins…
Oh joy, oh happiness, bad luck seemed to have leave me. It's 1 p.m. and the morning went smoothly. I gave back the shoes to the costume designer and told her I'll give her back the blouse once I gave it to the laundry. Everything goes well, till… my mother called me at lunch time.
"I'm on the train."
"The train ?"
"You told me that I can come to your house, remember ?" she asked in a tiny voice.
"Oh, yes it's true…" I replied while rubbing my temples, migraine seemed to want to appear. Inwardly, I cursed my brother to exiled himself so well in Hokkaido.
"I come this evening… Ne, you work for Fuji TV ?"
"NTV, kaa-san, NTV."
"So ka…"
"Why ?"
"I managed to get tickets for a show, thanks to the fan club. As I come to Tokyo anyway… You'll want to come with me ?"
"What kind of show ?" I asked with a vague interest.
"VS Arashi."
And then I tilted. I remembered. THE most shameful thing about my mother. THE secret even my best friends don't know… My mother is a huge fan of Arashi. But when I say fan, it really a big big fan! The type who collect all goodies, who ruins herself to buy all the discography, whether Limited and Regular Editions, my mother has ALL of them! She has a room totally dedicated to Arashi at home, the room where I can hardly set foot as it makes me uncomfortable. Imagine a small room, with a shelf full of CD, Concert and Drama DVD, walls covered with posters, albums filled with photos and magazine galore. I was even sometimes - often actually - mandated to go buy official photos to Johnnys Shop! When you know that my mother is 50 years old, it's frankly scaring!! I always wondered what my father thought of all this, but my thought is that he makes as if this room doesn't exist and ignores the fangirl side of his wife… I admire him for that!
And then I make the bond : My mother, fan of Arashi >> My neighbour, member of that group >> My mother who doesn't know it and come by me this evening >> Oh my god, I need to warn him! Maybe I should advise him to go live by one of his friend for a few days? Because I'm really worried for him… If my mother finds it out, she'll become untenable, I feel it…
"Moshi moshi? Moshi moshi Shiori? Are you there?" I had forgotten that she was at the other end of the line.
"Ahhh yes. Gomen, I need to go back to work, we'll talk about it this evening. Ja!"
"Matte!"
But I had already cut off the communication. My heart beat wildly and I tried to think quickly. How could I warn Aiba-san ? He wouldn't be at home at this time and it would be hard to talk to him before my mom arrive. Think Shiori, think! My eyes fell on the large panels detailing the programs of the channel… Of course! Tensai! Shimura Doubutsuen! Why didn't I think about it sooner? Moreover, my mother surprisingly didn't tilt. I should be able to find a phone number…
I again took the elevator and headed for the offices of those who took care of the show. Perhaps by asking nicely... Or not. Didn't I have access to the directory of all the contacts of the channel? Caught by a doubt, I turned back and headed my own office. You need to know that I work in the ad', in case I take care of the advertisement for the broadcasts and drama, I didn't have contact with all the guests who could work here. And unfortunately, my directory would go therefore, only advertising professionals, editors, graphic designers, no showbiz 'star'… Damn it!
I left my office again and joined those of the show. When I entered, my eyes caught my worst nightmare at NTV, Katsugiri Shohei aka THE heavy guy who always hopes he'll put me in his bed even if I rejected him at least twenty times… When he saw me, a big grin adorned his handsome face and he approached me with his seductive look. I have to admit that he is in fact gorgeous, but he also is full of himself and arrogant, the type I couldn't bear.
"Oh who comes here… You change your mind Shiori-chan? You accept my invitation to dinner?"
"To be honest, non. I just need an inquiry."
"What for?" he asked with his charming smile.
"I really need Aiba Masaki's phone number, can you, by chance, give it to me?"
"I can think about it…" I began to smile, I'd finally be able to warn him ! "… what will I have in exchange?" continued my interlocutor.
My smile melted like snow in the sun. He won't do that, right?
"My eternal gratitude?" I try with a new smile.
"Oh, it's tempting but no… You'll have to give me more… Like a dinner, in example…"
"Or I can ask someone else. Thanks for trying to help me, Katsugiri-san." I say as I overtake him.
I walked around the office, politely asking, sometimes even pleading, citing a question of life or death, but no, none of them seemed ready to leave me the number. They thought maybe I was kind of a stalker?
"So Shiori-chan? You have found your happiness? "interrupted the voice of my nightmare, just behind my ear.
I jumped violently and looked back at him, furious. I stared at him for a moment without a word, he always had this arrogant smirk. Then I tell myself that I had no choice, except to leave Aiba-san in the dark and possibly at the mercy of extremist fan, my mother ... It was for a good cause ... It remained to convince myself... I sighed at length, looking down and then went back to his face. His expression remained unchanged.
"Okay. "I laid down arms...
***
"Moshi moshi ?" First solution.
"Ano… Aiba-san desu ne ?"
"Hai. Who is this ?"
"Ah, sorry. I’m Kamiya Shiori… eto… your next-door neighbor."
"Eh ? How did you get this number? Is there a problem at the apartment?"
"Iie. Well, not really… It’s a bit, how to say it... well, I need to talk to you about something important." My nervousness made me forget to answer the first question but it didn’t seem to take offense, a chance for me.
"I listen to you."
"No, well, I’d prefer to talk to you in person. Will you have a moment today ?"
"I can stop at your home when I come back this evening..."
"Especially not!" I shouted, panicked.
"Are you sure everything is okay?" He asked. He really seemed concerned... about my sanity maybe?
"Yes... I need to talk to you before this evening, it's important."
"I'm sorry, but I'm really busy today. I have the recording of my show which begin in an hour and..."
"Is it Tensai?" I cut him, a smile appearing on my face.
"Eh ?"
"The show you'll be recording, it's Tensai? You're on your way for NTV?"
"Ha... Hai... Why?"
"I'm at NTV?"
"What?"
"I work for NTV. Can I take five minute of your time before the recording starts? Please?"
"Are you sure everything is okay?" He asked again.
"Everything is okay, it's only very important."
"Wakatta. I'll wait for you at the studio in forty-five minutes."
"Arigato." I whispered, relieved.
"Ja, I need to go. See you later."
"Thanks again!" I shouted, but he had already hang up.
I closed my phone with a sigh of relief. Phew, I get to prevent him in time ...
The door of the room suddenly opened, causing me to jump violently. Twice in less than an hour, fortunately I haven't a heart condition.
"Kamiya-sempai?" wondered one of my younger colleagues.
I smiled and left the room as quickly as possible to reach my office where I returned to work, my eyes checking the time every five minutes...
***
It's as quickly as possible that I left the elevator and headed the studio. My boss had drone on at me for ten minutes while I wanted to leave the office and now I was afraid to arrive after the recording began. But that was reckoning without my greater commitment, I reached the studio in time. But my legendary bad luck followed me as I drove into the back of someone... my walking nightmare.
"Shiori-chan?"
I bowed quickly and apologize, mumbling that I was in a hurry and continued my way before he could react. Phew!
I advanced cautiously among technicians and finally found the one I was looking for, in discussion with who seemed to be the director of the show and the other hosts. As if he sensed my presence, he looked at me at that time and greeted me with a nod, which I returned hastily. He offered a smile and seemed to apologize to his interlocutors before leaving them to join me.
"Konnichiwa." He greeted me with a smile.
"Konnichiwa. Thanks to give me some of your time."
"Iie yo. What is this important thing that you have to tell me ?"
In a nod I beckoned him to follow me and I was dragging him a bit aloof. I didn't want everyone to learn what I was about to tell him.
"Eto... It's a bit complicated... and it'll perhaps seem strange to you..." I began.
"Nani ka?"
"Here it is, my mother had a fight with my father and she decided to come spend a few days at my home."
"How am I affected?"
"I'll come to it... My mother didn't know who I have as a neighbour and I have to say that it's better for her to remain in ignorance... It happens that my mother is, well..."
"What?"
"Fan?"
"Fan? Of what?"
"Arashi?" I say in a small voice.
"You ask me?" He wondered.
"No, I... My mother is a huge fan of Arashi, to the point that it makes me uncomfortable."
"Why?" He asked, a bit lost.
"Why? Maybe because I find it unhealthy for a fifty-years-old women, furthermore married and mother of a family, to collect all the CDs, DVDs and photos, posters and goodies of a group whose members have the same age than her children!" I threw, slightly nervous, before I relent. "Sorry, I didn't hold a grudge against you... I always wanted to say that to her but never could..."
"Iie... You mean, she collects everything?"
"Everything. She has a room dedicated to Arashi at home. It makes me shudder..." I whispered.
"Sugoi."
"Eh?"
"I never thought we had a fan like her..."
"Anyway..." I continued, avoiding to analyzed what he meant by that. "Because you are a member of Arashi and you live across from me, there are risks that you will cross her... So, for your safety and for the sake of my sanity, I had to warn you... Wouldn't you have a friend with whom you could go for a few days? I promise, I try to make her going home in a few days, we just need to give her time to simmer, the she will realize that she miss my father and she will go..."
"Aiba-san! We begin!" The director called him.
"I come!" He answered.
He seemed to think a moment, ruminatively, and then smiled at me.
"Thanks for warning me. Don't worry about me."
"What will you do?" I asked when he had already made two steps to move away.
"Now? Working."
"No, I mean... about my mother..."
"Oh, don't worry about it, I'd know how to handle the situation!" He threw before quickly walking away, leaving me there, dumbfounded.
"Ehhhh?"
What did he mean "Handle the situation"?!? I felt it bad... Very very very bad...
Author's note : Sorry for the delay ^__^ It was really crazy at work in april, I didn't have the time to concentrate on my translation till today (I took a week off starting yesterday XDD).
Translating from French to English is not as easy as the opposite, for me, because in French I used lots of expression that I didn't know how to translate them in englis ^__^
But I'll do my best to finish translating this fic! Even if it takes some times, so please, wait for it ^^