Jun-pon [Prologue]
Title: Jun-pon
Author: Masuhisa
Fandom/Pairing: Arashi/Matsumiya
Summary: Jun had migrated, leaving Nino behind. One day, Nino receives a very mysterious package.
Disclaimer: If I said it out loud, I would die from depression. Typing is better: I don’t own Arashi
Author's notes: I was wondering if this fic is worth continuing. Please comment!
Prologue: The package
Nino was in a horrible mood. It was a week since he left, but Nino remembered it like it was yesterday. He knew Jun wasn’t to blame. It wasn’t like he had much of a say in the matter anyway. But Jun was positively at fault for only telling him only two days before he was leaving.
“A very nice way to break my heart, Matsumoto Jun,”
Now, Nino regretted not going to Narita to send him off. He could have at least send him message, visit him before he left or something. But he just had to chose slapping him in front of the whole class and ignoring him for his last two days. What a horrible boyfriend he is!
Entering his room, Nino slumped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. His room was like every other 15 year-olds: Posters of his favorite baseball stars on the walls, unfinished homework on the table, baseball bat, glove and uniform in a messy pile.
Nino sighed loudly, hoping someone would hear his sorrows and hopefully teleport Jun back from France. What are the chances of that happening?
Then, the door open quietly, revealing Nino’s sister with a manila package in her arms.
“There is a package for you,” she said, stating the obvious while tossing the box across the room to where Nino was.
Sensing that Nino wasn’t going to thank her, or chase her out of the room, she closed the door, leaving as quietly as she came. The room was back to its original state: dark and depressing.
Nino picked up the box beside him. It wasn’t his birthday, or anywhere near Christmas, and it was rare for Nino to receive presents. His curiosity getting the better of him, Nino scanned the box for any tags.
None.
Maybe it contents would give him a clue as to who the sender is. Nino peeled off the tape sealing the box and pulled the flaps.
“What the?!”
Nino immediately re-closed the box as he felt his eyes widen in shock. Was he dreaming? Or is it just a joke?
Taking a deep breath, he opened the box again. No, it definitely isn’t a dream. So who in the world would come up with a joke like this? All arrows pointed to a certain classmate.
“I’m going to kill Aiba tomorrow,” muttered Nino as he picked the object in the box and laid it on the table.
Staring up at him was a miniature version of Matsumoto Jun.
Author: Masuhisa
Fandom/Pairing: Arashi/Matsumiya
Summary: Jun had migrated, leaving Nino behind. One day, Nino receives a very mysterious package.
Disclaimer: If I said it out loud, I would die from depression. Typing is better: I don’t own Arashi
Author's notes: I was wondering if this fic is worth continuing. Please comment!
Prologue: The package
Nino was in a horrible mood. It was a week since he left, but Nino remembered it like it was yesterday. He knew Jun wasn’t to blame. It wasn’t like he had much of a say in the matter anyway. But Jun was positively at fault for only telling him only two days before he was leaving.
“A very nice way to break my heart, Matsumoto Jun,”
Now, Nino regretted not going to Narita to send him off. He could have at least send him message, visit him before he left or something. But he just had to chose slapping him in front of the whole class and ignoring him for his last two days. What a horrible boyfriend he is!
Entering his room, Nino slumped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. His room was like every other 15 year-olds: Posters of his favorite baseball stars on the walls, unfinished homework on the table, baseball bat, glove and uniform in a messy pile.
Nino sighed loudly, hoping someone would hear his sorrows and hopefully teleport Jun back from France. What are the chances of that happening?
Then, the door open quietly, revealing Nino’s sister with a manila package in her arms.
“There is a package for you,” she said, stating the obvious while tossing the box across the room to where Nino was.
Sensing that Nino wasn’t going to thank her, or chase her out of the room, she closed the door, leaving as quietly as she came. The room was back to its original state: dark and depressing.
Nino picked up the box beside him. It wasn’t his birthday, or anywhere near Christmas, and it was rare for Nino to receive presents. His curiosity getting the better of him, Nino scanned the box for any tags.
None.
Maybe it contents would give him a clue as to who the sender is. Nino peeled off the tape sealing the box and pulled the flaps.
“What the?!”
Nino immediately re-closed the box as he felt his eyes widen in shock. Was he dreaming? Or is it just a joke?
Taking a deep breath, he opened the box again. No, it definitely isn’t a dream. So who in the world would come up with a joke like this? All arrows pointed to a certain classmate.
“I’m going to kill Aiba tomorrow,” muttered Nino as he picked the object in the box and laid it on the table.
Staring up at him was a miniature version of Matsumoto Jun.