Fact-Fiction FIRST FAN FICTION
Ok i have NO idea what I'm doing, it's my first time posting a fic (and only my third time posting on lj just so you know) so I'll just copy what i've seen on other fics, i hope that's ok...
Title: Fact-Fiction
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: O.o no idea...but there's nothing to worry about, no sex, no mention of sex, not even an idea of sex....but it does include two boys so maybe that's something to take into account ????????? i don't know PG/PG-13
Summary: well...i have nothing to say. Please read and know that this is the result of listening to Mads Langer's "Fact-Fiction" without really listening to the lyrics. (hence why the name and the fic don't really have anything to do with eachother)
Disclaimer (?): i don't own Arashi, nor am I in any way related to then. This is all fiction.
Warning: AU, OOC (I'm just learning what these mean so i'm happy)
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We met on the train. It was the last train out of there, I remember I almost missed it. I didn't though, and I met him.
Hair dyed...I guess you could call it dirty blonde. Does that make sense? I've never been good with naming colours, but I'll call it dirty blonde anyway.
Brown eyes...scratch that...big brown eyes...no...big, really cute, brown eyes...that's it.
Wonderful smile. I'm serious; Idon't think I've evere seen someone smile so earnestly, so brightly. For a moment I even thought it was daytime...ok maybe that's too much, but you know what I mean. He had that kind of smile that's contagious. Whenever you see it you'll feel like smiling too, even laugh out loud if that's what he's doing, always, even when you don't feel like it. Which, at the time, I didn't.
I remember everything all too well.
The train station was empty, no surprises there. The train was already waiting, doors open but ready to close at any moment. I was late and now I couldn't do it. I rushed in. Only one other person inside. It was him.
It was hard not to miss him. his hair kind of stood out...and he was the only one there...but I like to think I would have noticed him even in a crowd, even if he was wearing a hat. But what do I know, who's to say I've never met him before and this was just the first and only time I realized he existed. I didn't like that thought, so I pushed it away.
I sat down. Not next to him of course, that would've been creepy. But I sat close, eyes fixed on his figure. Maybe that was creepy too, but i like to think not as much.
I don't know when the train started moving. I don't know how long I'd been staring at him. What I do know is that he looked up; he looked straight at me, as if he knes I was there, as if he knew I was watching, as if he was waiting for me. I liked that thought.
He smiled. That wonderful, bright, earnest smile I've told you about. And I smiled back. I was shocked, utterly shocked. How long had it been since I smiled? Why was I smiling back at a complete stranger? I looked down. Was that blush on my cheeks? Yes. Did he notice? I don't know, but he stood up and sat next to me.
"Hi."
Calm voice. Not at all threatening. He was all right...or he could've been a serial killer...but that thoght never even entered my mind. I couldn't believe that of him. You may think "Do you really trust a stranger THAT much? You're stupid." Maybe I am, but I was right to trust him, I mean, I'm still here, aren't I? Even if he's not...
"Hi." It's sake to say my voice wasn't as collected as his was.
He laughed. Boy was that a beautiful sound! I'd give anything and everything to hear it again.
"It's kind of nice to ride the last train, ne? Kind of poetic." How he managed to speak while still holding that wide smile I didn't know, nor cared, but i've never been able to do it myself.
"What's your name? I'm Masaki"
First name? Ok. "I'm Sho. And, why is it poetic?" Was it a dumb question? It was the only one I could think of, and I need to satisfy my oh so very strange yet real need to keep listening to his voice.
"I don't know. But it is." So simple. He laughed again.
"I guess it is." someone laughed. It wasn't him....was it me? It was low, shy even, but he heard it nonetheless, and his smile grew bigger.
"What do you do, Sho?" Was he curious about me? Probably not as curious as I was about him, but I choose to believe he was a bit interested.
"Nothing...I don't know...I..." I threw my head back, hitting it against the window in the process. I hoped I didn't gave myself away.
"You Ok?" He was talking about my head...right?
"Yeah I didn't hit it so hard"
"Mmh..."
Maybe he was talking about...but he didn't press the subject and I was grateful. He was a stranger after all, even if I just managed to remember that from time to time, and I couldn'r start babbling about my stupid problems, or my plans to... So I chaanged the subject...slightly.
"What do you do?" 'Great! That's original Sho'
"I work at the zoo. I love animals, they are great, ne?" Again that smile. Didn't his cheeks hurt? I smiled too, as if I could help it.
"They are. I like pandas." 'Good Sho, you're slowly waking up. Now please think of something smart to say, it won't kill you.'
His laugh brought me back from my thoughts. "Pandas are great!" Ok maybe he didn't think I was stupid. "I love monkeys though...and tigers...and lions...and parrots...and dogs and cats." He was cute, so excited...wait...
"You have dogs and cats at you zoo" So much for saying something smart.
"No" Great laugh. "But they are still great, ne?"
"They are." This time I'm sure, I'm laughing too.
"You look better now."
"Eh?"
"I have to go." When did the train stop?
Before I could really grasp what was happening, there were soft lips on mine, and then, there weren't.
The doors closed and I was alone. No "dirty blonde" hair. No big, cute, brown eyes. No wonderful smile, no wonderful laugh. No Masaki, just me...
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Title: Fact-Fiction
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: O.o no idea...but there's nothing to worry about, no sex, no mention of sex, not even an idea of sex....but it does include two boys so maybe that's something to take into account ????????? i don't know PG/PG-13
Summary: well...i have nothing to say. Please read and know that this is the result of listening to Mads Langer's "Fact-Fiction" without really listening to the lyrics. (hence why the name and the fic don't really have anything to do with eachother)
Disclaimer (?): i don't own Arashi, nor am I in any way related to then. This is all fiction.
Warning: AU, OOC (I'm just learning what these mean so i'm happy)
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We met on the train. It was the last train out of there, I remember I almost missed it. I didn't though, and I met him.
Hair dyed...I guess you could call it dirty blonde. Does that make sense? I've never been good with naming colours, but I'll call it dirty blonde anyway.
Brown eyes...scratch that...big brown eyes...no...big, really cute, brown eyes...that's it.
Wonderful smile. I'm serious; Idon't think I've evere seen someone smile so earnestly, so brightly. For a moment I even thought it was daytime...ok maybe that's too much, but you know what I mean. He had that kind of smile that's contagious. Whenever you see it you'll feel like smiling too, even laugh out loud if that's what he's doing, always, even when you don't feel like it. Which, at the time, I didn't.
I remember everything all too well.
The train station was empty, no surprises there. The train was already waiting, doors open but ready to close at any moment. I was late and now I couldn't do it. I rushed in. Only one other person inside. It was him.
It was hard not to miss him. his hair kind of stood out...and he was the only one there...but I like to think I would have noticed him even in a crowd, even if he was wearing a hat. But what do I know, who's to say I've never met him before and this was just the first and only time I realized he existed. I didn't like that thought, so I pushed it away.
I sat down. Not next to him of course, that would've been creepy. But I sat close, eyes fixed on his figure. Maybe that was creepy too, but i like to think not as much.
I don't know when the train started moving. I don't know how long I'd been staring at him. What I do know is that he looked up; he looked straight at me, as if he knes I was there, as if he knew I was watching, as if he was waiting for me. I liked that thought.
He smiled. That wonderful, bright, earnest smile I've told you about. And I smiled back. I was shocked, utterly shocked. How long had it been since I smiled? Why was I smiling back at a complete stranger? I looked down. Was that blush on my cheeks? Yes. Did he notice? I don't know, but he stood up and sat next to me.
"Hi."
Calm voice. Not at all threatening. He was all right...or he could've been a serial killer...but that thoght never even entered my mind. I couldn't believe that of him. You may think "Do you really trust a stranger THAT much? You're stupid." Maybe I am, but I was right to trust him, I mean, I'm still here, aren't I? Even if he's not...
"Hi." It's sake to say my voice wasn't as collected as his was.
He laughed. Boy was that a beautiful sound! I'd give anything and everything to hear it again.
"It's kind of nice to ride the last train, ne? Kind of poetic." How he managed to speak while still holding that wide smile I didn't know, nor cared, but i've never been able to do it myself.
"What's your name? I'm Masaki"
First name? Ok. "I'm Sho. And, why is it poetic?" Was it a dumb question? It was the only one I could think of, and I need to satisfy my oh so very strange yet real need to keep listening to his voice.
"I don't know. But it is." So simple. He laughed again.
"I guess it is." someone laughed. It wasn't him....was it me? It was low, shy even, but he heard it nonetheless, and his smile grew bigger.
"What do you do, Sho?" Was he curious about me? Probably not as curious as I was about him, but I choose to believe he was a bit interested.
"Nothing...I don't know...I..." I threw my head back, hitting it against the window in the process. I hoped I didn't gave myself away.
"You Ok?" He was talking about my head...right?
"Yeah I didn't hit it so hard"
"Mmh..."
Maybe he was talking about...but he didn't press the subject and I was grateful. He was a stranger after all, even if I just managed to remember that from time to time, and I couldn'r start babbling about my stupid problems, or my plans to... So I chaanged the subject...slightly.
"What do you do?" 'Great! That's original Sho'
"I work at the zoo. I love animals, they are great, ne?" Again that smile. Didn't his cheeks hurt? I smiled too, as if I could help it.
"They are. I like pandas." 'Good Sho, you're slowly waking up. Now please think of something smart to say, it won't kill you.'
His laugh brought me back from my thoughts. "Pandas are great!" Ok maybe he didn't think I was stupid. "I love monkeys though...and tigers...and lions...and parrots...and dogs and cats." He was cute, so excited...wait...
"You have dogs and cats at you zoo" So much for saying something smart.
"No" Great laugh. "But they are still great, ne?"
"They are." This time I'm sure, I'm laughing too.
"You look better now."
"Eh?"
"I have to go." When did the train stop?
Before I could really grasp what was happening, there were soft lips on mine, and then, there weren't.
The doors closed and I was alone. No "dirty blonde" hair. No big, cute, brown eyes. No wonderful smile, no wonderful laugh. No Masaki, just me...
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