Fanfic: Xmas's Sweet quarrel (2.1/3)
Title: Xmas's Sweet quarrel
Author: saizasiren
Betareader: littlekid_lk & malu186 Thank you so much <3~
Pairing: Sakuraiba, Ohmiya, slight ArashixJun
Genre: romance, drama, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi, although I enjoy addressing them as “my” Arashi
Word count: 3365
Summary: What will happen in the next day? What is Sho gonna do when he no longer has Aiba besides him, and also has no idea where his lover is?
Notes: English isn’t my native language, so it’s understandable that I’m maybe not good at writing, but I’m still trying my best to improve.
Previous Part
Part 1
Part 2.1 (2/3)
A new day had begun.
But to Sho, it was a horrible morning without Aiba’s presence.
First, he mentally woke up in a totally extraordinary strange big-sized bed.
As usual, he would approach the person beside and hug that one impetuously, feeling the warm spread slowly to his solid body, enjoying the morning taste in that one’s mouth. He would shove his tongue down through the victim’s throat, slip underneath his pink yummy gums, stole every last breath from that collapsing lung, sense the helpless body beneath him getting aroused each time he whisper dirty things into his ears, heard the softly moan from his tender lips…
“Nino…nnnh…” The smaller man cried below Sho before reaching for the newscaster’s broad shoulder. Then suddenly he switched the position so Sho was now lying on the bed on his back as he captured the muscle man’s wet lips greedily with a lustful kiss.
“mmgh…” Sho weakly responded, wondered why would his lover be so fervent and impatient his morning while tracing up his hand to stroke the familiar long hair. That was when he suddenly startled at the sensation of something short and shaggy against his hand instead of the usual soft hair of his boyfriend.
“…nnhh Masaki, why would your hair’s so short today?!” Sho asked, aimlessly. While moving his hand down to realize a very round face in his palm.
“What? Masaki??” The upper man on top Sho frowned as he widened his eyes to identify the robust man below him “Sho-kun??”.
“Heh? This voice? Don’t tell me that…-“ Sho also opened his eyes properly.
The person he just kissed a moment ago was nobody else but the oldest in Arashi, Ohno Satoshi.
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“GYAAAaa, What are you doing here Riida?!?” Sho yelled, shoving the older out of his body immediately, maybe a little too roughly because Ohno was now laying with out-stretched legs at the edge of the bed.
“This’s my room, and you’re in my bed.” Ohno whined in discontent while rubbing his scapula hurtfully.
He slowly crawled toward Sho and gazed at the younger man with his normal sleepy eyes while Sho still frozen in state.
“You’re not Nino”.
It was really odd for Sho to look at the pouted face Arashi’s Leader is making. So he chose to pull the blanket over his head, in order to hide his extremely blushing face too.
“Of course I am not. What did you expect to?!!”
“Sorry, Sho-kun…-” Ohno chuckled slightly “-…for kissing you like that. I didn’t remember the one sleeping next to me last night is Sho-kun. I’m really getting old day by day nee…”
“No, it’s not totally your faults…” Sho muttered under his breath, felt sorry because he was the one started all of this and now Ohno just made him felt guilty even more than before.
“But that kiss didn’t taste bad, Sho-kun. I didn’t know you can be that forceful and passionate so early in the morning.” Smirked Ohno now swung his gaze to the tiny fisherman doll lying next to the immovable blue stuffed fish. It was amazing that he isn’t even blush after kissing one of his bandmate.
“That‘s why Aibachan always limping like he’s going to fall anytime every morning he comes to work. Sho-kun, you should go easier on him.”
“That’s not your business!!” pissed off Sho grabbed the pillow near by and threw it direct to Ohno’s dark face “And I always treat him well when we do it.”
Out of breath at the last word, Sho moved his eyes from Ohno’s abashed face to the interior of Ohmiya’s bedroom…
Sho couldn’t stand the feeling of being told that he had been persecuted Aiba, maybe Ohno didn’t mean that harsh but to Sho, it was still unacceptable.
He always pampered Aiba, always treated his lover with all of his kindness and consideration. And the Sho in bed was much more gentle and prudent. Sho always tried his best not to hurt his feeble lover or his oversensitive petite body while doing it.
Maybe their first time didn’t go smoothly like he expected it to be, and he had to admit that he had been too rough on his boyfriend that night, but it was because he hadn’t had any experience with a man before, so no one could virtually blame him for that, yeah…no one….
……
And it continued going on like that, with Ohno sitting on the messy bed doing nothing but started daydreaming about fishing and something he just still couldn’t remember.
Meanwhile, the intelligent newscaster kept himself busy recollected his mind if he had ever damaged a finger of his precious lover before.
Nobody realized it would become a disaster if two parts of always-busy-Arashi-san now was still made themselves comfortable on the bed, lost their mind in their own imaginative thought. Until the undetermined eyes of the estimable rapper dropped across the green clock hanging on the clean wall, he smiled slightly as he remembered that green clock was a present from Aiba to the Ohmiya pair’s fifth anniversary at the same time also realized the gyration of the tiny metal needles on the clock face.
The short handed exactly at 11.
…….
“Yabai! Satoshi-kun, do you know what time is it now?!!” Sho yelled, shaking the older man’s shoulder in vain to pull his leader’s mind back to the reality.
“Eh? What?”
“It’s already 11 am, we have work today, remember? What are we doing here?” the bossy Sho quickly got up and pushed the stupefied out of the colossal disorderly bed to drag both of them to the bathroom.
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“Didn’t you set up the alarm last night?! I remember you even told me not to oversleep the next morning.” Sho mumbled pulling out the tooth brush from his mouth as draught in a great amount of the cold liquid flowing out from the blacken tap.
Not answer back the hasty Sho, Ohno still held himself immovably facing the big mirror, his yellow dinosaur brush stayed stably in his mouth and his eyes seemed completely dozed off ages ago.
“Leader”
“…”
“Leader, it’s time to wake up.” Sho bellowed into the older’s confounded face as consecutively tapping on it, trying to break Ohno off from his whatever dreamland.
“nnnng~…zz….z~”
“That’s enough. Okay, we’ve done our work here. We’re leaving the house now!”
No longer waiting for the never-gonna-wake-up Ohno, Sho grabbed the smaller man’s collar to guild him to the main door and quickly both of them disappeared under the bulky door.
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“Sakurai-san, Ohno-san…Where have you been all day? We tried to contact you many times this morning, why don’t you two pick up? You have three interviews and an individual photoshoot, Sakurai-san. And Ohno-san, don’t you remember you have a coop interview with Chinen-kun today?! You are famous Arashi-san, and right timing is necessary for professional idols….-”
Thought he should felt guilty for making many troubles to the manager and the office’s staffs as well. Because that’s how the usual Sho is, responsible, reliable, independent, and never cause any complications to other people, but not the present tired embittered Sho, he now was suffered much enough to bear with being criticized or complained by another person.
But he still was politic enough to not to pick another quarrel with his manager.
So he just kept heading to the greenroom, casted down his eyes on the floor. Followed him was the irresolute Ohno, knowing he should apologize to the confusing manager but somehow words still stuck inside his mouth.
“-….You two should change your costumes now, and of course, make up too…-” The petite woman continued interminably as walking side by side Sho, busying changing the schedule in her hand.
Yeah, hell I know that, I don’t need you to remind me those simple things - Sho indignantly talked to himself, twisted Ohno’s hand tightly to restrain his unfounded anger, completely ignored her prawn-out admonitions after that.
“-….and the other members have done their work hours ago.” The tiny woman finally finished her complaint sequence, mainly because of lacking oxygen before inhaled in a great amount of air and kept on talking.
“But I rarely see you come to work alone with Ohno-san. It has been a usual routine that you always go with Aiba-san. Aiba-san too, it’s been a long time ago since I saw him goes with Ninomiya-san again like today. They finished their work so fast as though they want to leave here as quickly as possible. That’s weird, right? Maybe they have a secret date together after work today.” Giggled at the last word, she carefreely concentrated back at the schedule, unintentionally left the newscaster into the stunned state.
“What?! What did you just say?!” Sho suddenly stopped right front of the greenroom’s door, his gaze sharply turned back to the manager “He was here?”
“Yes, Aiba-san and Ninomiya-san have an interview today. I’ve just told you that, right Sakurai-san?!”
“But…He didn’t…Why would…” the newscaster stuttered wretchedly, his eyes was widen big as he couldn’t believe in his own ears.
Masaki was here…
“Sakurai-san, Are you alright? You look-”
“Where is he?! I need to see him now. Where is he?!” holed Sho rudely cut the worried woman’s word half way.
“I don’t know, Sakurai-san. But…maybe that….Ah…now you’ve just reminded me, they seemed to left you a message for you here and-”
“What message?!” Ohno suddenly spoke up, causing Sho to look back to where the lucid voice just came out in astonishment.
“Uhm…actually, they asked me to give to you two before they left. I’m so sorry I forgot to hand you earlier. These days my head didn’t work fluently like it used to be…”
Engulfed in her own embarrassment, the woman covered her oval whitish face with both hands, discontinued the searching message process before getting to know that two pairs of eyes was starring impatiently at her.
Clumsily, she resumed searching for the mystery letter that was believed to be mixed into a jumble of document stuffs in her hand.
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The usual crowded noisy hall was unexpectedly invaded by the awkward atmosphere came from three standing person, two idols and a manager.
All the surroundings seemed to be in a bizarre slow motion. Heat was rising inside their body and Sho could tell his heart was pounding madly as if it would break his thorax and jumped out immediately.
He nervously observed the woman, followed her hand from her leather variegated bag to when it ransacked all over the wad of paper in her hold.
And when she cheered up in relieve as she found the black envelope jutted out from the heap of paper in her hand, Sho could fell his heart groundlessly stopped for a while as he took it and slowly pulled out a small paper folded nicely.
And that was when the yamapair quickly became absorbed in the paper and totally forgot about the woman standing there starting to feel very pissed off.
If it was another day, she would have begun to reiterate ceaselessly or even barked into their face for sure certainty to draw their attention back to her, and works too, of course.
But this time, the painful and anxious expression appeared on both of them hesitated her. So instead of trying to interrupt them, she decided just to give them a little more time and slip away in silence, left the two idols be rooted to spot, their eyes stuck still on the plain paper with only one simple line on it, each carmine letter made itself stand put on the colorless background.
It’s over! Everything needs to come to an end.
“Nee~ Nino, What would we do now? Should we hang out for some drinks? Or maybe go shopping in Harajuku? Which is better? Or maybe we can do both since there’re so much times left till night anyway.” Aiba yelled joyfully as he began to mutter on and on about his merry spree plan with his best friend, Ninomiya Kazunari.
Lying lazily on the comfortable sofa by his stomach, swung his long legs to the air back and fro excitedly, booming the sofa’s soft inner side incessantly, Aiba continued his monologue to the younger’s ear which was exactly beside his mouth. Inattentively, bit by bit, exasperated the smaller to the climax endurance.
Signing annoyed to the older’s usual attitude, Nino pressed himself against the sofa but still remained sitting flat on the ground, the Nintendo controller settled in his palm and his eyes didn’t seem to want to move away from the vivid screen at all.
And after the great effort of shortening the distance between them without affecting the spiky and thorny journey to the monster’s lair of his knight character, Nino lifted his arm to stretch out to behind and gag Aiba’s unstoppable mouth with his fist. The sudden rude action caused the other groaned in discontent.
“Shut up for 1 minute, Machan. And do it yourself, I don’t want to use violence to shut your mouth up.” Nino grumbled under his teeth before released Aiba’s mouth and came back to his lovely dearly game.
The taller pouted at Nino’s bratty rudeness as an unusual smirk suddenly appeared on his face, determined him to stop the younger’s excessive impolite attitude as playback.
He leaned closer to Nino, placing his chin on Nino’s shoulder as whispered playfully to the younger’s drumhead.
“I’m still older than you, you know that Kazu. So stop acting like you’re in a higher rank and pull yourself out of that childish game now. Didn’t mommy taught you to look at the opposite person when you are talking to them?!”
Upon these words, Aiba nonchalantly placed a wet kiss on the gamer’s delicate nape as continued blowing hot breaths to his inner ear.
“You don’t like my plan for today?!” He asked seductively “No problem, we can change it instantly. How about doing some naughty things that make all the fangirl in the world scream if they can see us right now?!”
But after all Aiba’s great effort in revenging the little magician, responded to his words, just on a wink, Nino snapped his head back and bumped it against Aiba’s, made the taller held his head and whined in sorrow.
Monumentally satisfied with the excellent result, the magician press the tiny red button on the left of the gray Nintendo controller, the small hero character on the graphic screen also stopped moving. Then he finally turned back and enjoyed the view of his friend cupping his own forehead hurtfully.
Wrapping unconcernedly an arm around the wretched suffering friend’s shoulder, Nino gently rubbed the older’s soft hair wheedlingly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that hard.”
Though saying those remorseful words, Nino still couldn’t help a very bratty smirk showed up on his face.
Aiba could only pouted in respond “Meanie Nino”
But that just made Nino gave him a light harmless shrug.
“Well, because I have to let you know who’s in charge here. And you should learn your new lesson. You’re 100 years younger to be my rival.”
“Yes, and you are far more than 1000 years younger to dare talking like that in my house. Stop bullying Aiba, I don’t want to spent all my day hearing him accuses you.”
A deliberate but somehow powerful voice resounded from somewhere in the room, but it was not from Aiba and, of course, not from Nino either. That special voice belonged to one person only, Arashi’s flashy prince, Jun.
Suddenly appeared like a greatest savior to Aiba’s world, Matsumoto Jun shuffled into the room heedlessly, the spotlessly white tower was thrown over his shoulder and his hair still pretty wet from the long afternoon shower.
“Jun-chan” Aiba cried happily as he ran to the younger and hugged him intensely before turned his head back and pointed at Nino.
“Nino hits me.”
Heaved a deep sign, Jun patted the older’s head and secretly sent Nino a death glare which obviously meant - See, I told you, now go fix this mess before I kill you.
Reluctantly, the gamer held himself up and leisurely walked to the others as he tried his best to create a friendly smile front of Aiba.
“So you want to go out, right?!”
There was not much things in the world could confuse Sakurai Sho. Unfortunately, this was one of it.
Sho didn’t hear the noisy sound that shouldn’t be deficient in the office’s hall anymore as well as he couldn’t really understand why would he be standing here, still self-controlled, in his familiar greenroom.
Slowly he looked down to his hand and realized a wrinkled creased paper packed in it. All of a sudden the just lost memory came back at once to the abashed newscaster.
He remembered he had yelled, screamed, or even cried like a baby in despair. And when he was too extremist and drew too much attention from other staffs, Ohno must have dragged him here and tried to calm him down in vain. What happened after that was just a completely messy disorder that he didn’t even want to make it clear at all.
“Satoshi-kun?!!” Sho whispered to the quiet intense air.
He wandered around the long couch in a attempt to find the older man before realized Ohno had already stood face to face him, the older’s eyes were full of worry and understanding.
“Satoshi-kun!” Sho’s voice was hoarse and exhausted, he strided to where Ohno was standing and leaned on the smaller man’s shoulder.
“Wait up, Sho-kun, I know what’s just happened is too much for you. But please, listen to me, it’s not that bad…no, I mean, please, it’s just…it isn’t like that…like what you think.” Ohno’s voice was soft and quivering, he gently pushed Sho away and drew out another paper then showed it to Sho.
To Sho’s surprise, it was another whitish paper, not much different from the one’s in Sho’s hand, but the handwriting on it was unexpectedly more far than familiar.
It was Aiba’s handwriting.
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Reading though the second letter in silence, each word, each sentences slowly entered Sho’s head, forces his brain to rework to get thoroughly what was going on.
“What does it mean?! First is that and now is this. What are they thinking? Is it a funny game for them?!” Sho finally blew up, he was angry. Rudely he snatched the paper from Ohno’s hand and threw it away.
“Please, calm down, Sho-kun.” Ohno quickly grabbed Sho’s wrist, prevented the rapper from taking up the paper and tore it to million pieces.
“What? Now you’re with them?!” Sho rolled his eyes with anger.
“Excuse me?!” Ohno scowled back at Sho annoyingly, causing the rapper to flinch. It was not a usual thing for Arashi’s Leader to get angry. Sho knew he had just let a wrong word slipped out.
“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t argue to each other like this.” Ohno gave out a deep sign to himself before came back to the normal imperturbable Ohno.
Picked up the paper on the cement floor, Ohno tackled Sho’s hand and pulled him down to the couch with him, then the older took the rumbling paper out of Sho’s, flatted it carefully with his slender finger.
None of them intended to speak up first.
And once again the large room was plunged into quiet. There was only the rustle of paper presented.
Then finally Sho was the one decided to break out the awkward silence.
“What are we gonna do now?”
Hesitated as Ohno answered the question briefly.
“Find them. What can we do other than that?!”
“I guess…That can’t be helped anymore…” Sho responded dryly “So, we’d better go now.”
Still demurred himself, Sho stood up from the couch and downheartedly stepped out the room.
Alone again on the couch, Ohno Satoshi stared back at the second letter.
It really did look like the first one, and also contained just one simple line in it.
P/s: Your last chance, go and find us before 12 pm Christmas night.
Breathed out embitteredly, Ohno folded the paper in two and put it in his jacket pocket then quickly proceeded along Sho.
-To be continued-
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YATTA
Now, a big announcement
TODAY
2-4
IS MY BIRTHDAY
YATTA
Happy birthday to me XD Happy birthday myself XD XD
*cough* I'm in crazy mood [>_<]
And I'm getting older & older day by day ;____;
To ss Koyo: sorry for making you wait for so long >)
To ss Malu: sorry for making you so much troubles [>_<]
To Dchan: Thanks <3~ I love you XD XD
Author: saizasiren
Betareader: littlekid_lk & malu186 Thank you so much <3~
Pairing: Sakuraiba, Ohmiya, slight ArashixJun
Genre: romance, drama, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi, although I enjoy addressing them as “my” Arashi
Word count: 3365
Summary: What will happen in the next day? What is Sho gonna do when he no longer has Aiba besides him, and also has no idea where his lover is?
Notes: English isn’t my native language, so it’s understandable that I’m maybe not good at writing, but I’m still trying my best to improve.
Previous Part
Part 1
Part 2.1 (2/3)
A new day had begun.
But to Sho, it was a horrible morning without Aiba’s presence.
First, he mentally woke up in a totally extraordinary strange big-sized bed.
As usual, he would approach the person beside and hug that one impetuously, feeling the warm spread slowly to his solid body, enjoying the morning taste in that one’s mouth. He would shove his tongue down through the victim’s throat, slip underneath his pink yummy gums, stole every last breath from that collapsing lung, sense the helpless body beneath him getting aroused each time he whisper dirty things into his ears, heard the softly moan from his tender lips…
“Nino…nnnh…” The smaller man cried below Sho before reaching for the newscaster’s broad shoulder. Then suddenly he switched the position so Sho was now lying on the bed on his back as he captured the muscle man’s wet lips greedily with a lustful kiss.
“mmgh…” Sho weakly responded, wondered why would his lover be so fervent and impatient his morning while tracing up his hand to stroke the familiar long hair. That was when he suddenly startled at the sensation of something short and shaggy against his hand instead of the usual soft hair of his boyfriend.
“…nnhh Masaki, why would your hair’s so short today?!” Sho asked, aimlessly. While moving his hand down to realize a very round face in his palm.
“What? Masaki??” The upper man on top Sho frowned as he widened his eyes to identify the robust man below him “Sho-kun??”.
“Heh? This voice? Don’t tell me that…-“ Sho also opened his eyes properly.
The person he just kissed a moment ago was nobody else but the oldest in Arashi, Ohno Satoshi.
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“GYAAAaa, What are you doing here Riida?!?” Sho yelled, shoving the older out of his body immediately, maybe a little too roughly because Ohno was now laying with out-stretched legs at the edge of the bed.
“This’s my room, and you’re in my bed.” Ohno whined in discontent while rubbing his scapula hurtfully.
He slowly crawled toward Sho and gazed at the younger man with his normal sleepy eyes while Sho still frozen in state.
“You’re not Nino”.
It was really odd for Sho to look at the pouted face Arashi’s Leader is making. So he chose to pull the blanket over his head, in order to hide his extremely blushing face too.
“Of course I am not. What did you expect to?!!”
“Sorry, Sho-kun…-” Ohno chuckled slightly “-…for kissing you like that. I didn’t remember the one sleeping next to me last night is Sho-kun. I’m really getting old day by day nee…”
“No, it’s not totally your faults…” Sho muttered under his breath, felt sorry because he was the one started all of this and now Ohno just made him felt guilty even more than before.
“But that kiss didn’t taste bad, Sho-kun. I didn’t know you can be that forceful and passionate so early in the morning.” Smirked Ohno now swung his gaze to the tiny fisherman doll lying next to the immovable blue stuffed fish. It was amazing that he isn’t even blush after kissing one of his bandmate.
“That‘s why Aibachan always limping like he’s going to fall anytime every morning he comes to work. Sho-kun, you should go easier on him.”
“That’s not your business!!” pissed off Sho grabbed the pillow near by and threw it direct to Ohno’s dark face “And I always treat him well when we do it.”
Out of breath at the last word, Sho moved his eyes from Ohno’s abashed face to the interior of Ohmiya’s bedroom…
Sho couldn’t stand the feeling of being told that he had been persecuted Aiba, maybe Ohno didn’t mean that harsh but to Sho, it was still unacceptable.
He always pampered Aiba, always treated his lover with all of his kindness and consideration. And the Sho in bed was much more gentle and prudent. Sho always tried his best not to hurt his feeble lover or his oversensitive petite body while doing it.
Maybe their first time didn’t go smoothly like he expected it to be, and he had to admit that he had been too rough on his boyfriend that night, but it was because he hadn’t had any experience with a man before, so no one could virtually blame him for that, yeah…no one….
……
And it continued going on like that, with Ohno sitting on the messy bed doing nothing but started daydreaming about fishing and something he just still couldn’t remember.
Meanwhile, the intelligent newscaster kept himself busy recollected his mind if he had ever damaged a finger of his precious lover before.
Nobody realized it would become a disaster if two parts of always-busy-Arashi-san now was still made themselves comfortable on the bed, lost their mind in their own imaginative thought. Until the undetermined eyes of the estimable rapper dropped across the green clock hanging on the clean wall, he smiled slightly as he remembered that green clock was a present from Aiba to the Ohmiya pair’s fifth anniversary at the same time also realized the gyration of the tiny metal needles on the clock face.
The short handed exactly at 11.
…….
“Yabai! Satoshi-kun, do you know what time is it now?!!” Sho yelled, shaking the older man’s shoulder in vain to pull his leader’s mind back to the reality.
“Eh? What?”
“It’s already 11 am, we have work today, remember? What are we doing here?” the bossy Sho quickly got up and pushed the stupefied out of the colossal disorderly bed to drag both of them to the bathroom.
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“Didn’t you set up the alarm last night?! I remember you even told me not to oversleep the next morning.” Sho mumbled pulling out the tooth brush from his mouth as draught in a great amount of the cold liquid flowing out from the blacken tap.
Not answer back the hasty Sho, Ohno still held himself immovably facing the big mirror, his yellow dinosaur brush stayed stably in his mouth and his eyes seemed completely dozed off ages ago.
“Leader”
“…”
“Leader, it’s time to wake up.” Sho bellowed into the older’s confounded face as consecutively tapping on it, trying to break Ohno off from his whatever dreamland.
“nnnng~…zz….z~”
“That’s enough. Okay, we’ve done our work here. We’re leaving the house now!”
No longer waiting for the never-gonna-wake-up Ohno, Sho grabbed the smaller man’s collar to guild him to the main door and quickly both of them disappeared under the bulky door.
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“Sakurai-san, Ohno-san…Where have you been all day? We tried to contact you many times this morning, why don’t you two pick up? You have three interviews and an individual photoshoot, Sakurai-san. And Ohno-san, don’t you remember you have a coop interview with Chinen-kun today?! You are famous Arashi-san, and right timing is necessary for professional idols….-”
Thought he should felt guilty for making many troubles to the manager and the office’s staffs as well. Because that’s how the usual Sho is, responsible, reliable, independent, and never cause any complications to other people, but not the present tired embittered Sho, he now was suffered much enough to bear with being criticized or complained by another person.
But he still was politic enough to not to pick another quarrel with his manager.
So he just kept heading to the greenroom, casted down his eyes on the floor. Followed him was the irresolute Ohno, knowing he should apologize to the confusing manager but somehow words still stuck inside his mouth.
“-….You two should change your costumes now, and of course, make up too…-” The petite woman continued interminably as walking side by side Sho, busying changing the schedule in her hand.
Yeah, hell I know that, I don’t need you to remind me those simple things - Sho indignantly talked to himself, twisted Ohno’s hand tightly to restrain his unfounded anger, completely ignored her prawn-out admonitions after that.
“-….and the other members have done their work hours ago.” The tiny woman finally finished her complaint sequence, mainly because of lacking oxygen before inhaled in a great amount of air and kept on talking.
“But I rarely see you come to work alone with Ohno-san. It has been a usual routine that you always go with Aiba-san. Aiba-san too, it’s been a long time ago since I saw him goes with Ninomiya-san again like today. They finished their work so fast as though they want to leave here as quickly as possible. That’s weird, right? Maybe they have a secret date together after work today.” Giggled at the last word, she carefreely concentrated back at the schedule, unintentionally left the newscaster into the stunned state.
“What?! What did you just say?!” Sho suddenly stopped right front of the greenroom’s door, his gaze sharply turned back to the manager “He was here?”
“Yes, Aiba-san and Ninomiya-san have an interview today. I’ve just told you that, right Sakurai-san?!”
“But…He didn’t…Why would…” the newscaster stuttered wretchedly, his eyes was widen big as he couldn’t believe in his own ears.
Masaki was here…
“Sakurai-san, Are you alright? You look-”
“Where is he?! I need to see him now. Where is he?!” holed Sho rudely cut the worried woman’s word half way.
“I don’t know, Sakurai-san. But…maybe that….Ah…now you’ve just reminded me, they seemed to left you a message for you here and-”
“What message?!” Ohno suddenly spoke up, causing Sho to look back to where the lucid voice just came out in astonishment.
“Uhm…actually, they asked me to give to you two before they left. I’m so sorry I forgot to hand you earlier. These days my head didn’t work fluently like it used to be…”
Engulfed in her own embarrassment, the woman covered her oval whitish face with both hands, discontinued the searching message process before getting to know that two pairs of eyes was starring impatiently at her.
Clumsily, she resumed searching for the mystery letter that was believed to be mixed into a jumble of document stuffs in her hand.
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The usual crowded noisy hall was unexpectedly invaded by the awkward atmosphere came from three standing person, two idols and a manager.
All the surroundings seemed to be in a bizarre slow motion. Heat was rising inside their body and Sho could tell his heart was pounding madly as if it would break his thorax and jumped out immediately.
He nervously observed the woman, followed her hand from her leather variegated bag to when it ransacked all over the wad of paper in her hold.
And when she cheered up in relieve as she found the black envelope jutted out from the heap of paper in her hand, Sho could fell his heart groundlessly stopped for a while as he took it and slowly pulled out a small paper folded nicely.
And that was when the yamapair quickly became absorbed in the paper and totally forgot about the woman standing there starting to feel very pissed off.
If it was another day, she would have begun to reiterate ceaselessly or even barked into their face for sure certainty to draw their attention back to her, and works too, of course.
But this time, the painful and anxious expression appeared on both of them hesitated her. So instead of trying to interrupt them, she decided just to give them a little more time and slip away in silence, left the two idols be rooted to spot, their eyes stuck still on the plain paper with only one simple line on it, each carmine letter made itself stand put on the colorless background.
It’s over! Everything needs to come to an end.
“Nee~ Nino, What would we do now? Should we hang out for some drinks? Or maybe go shopping in Harajuku? Which is better? Or maybe we can do both since there’re so much times left till night anyway.” Aiba yelled joyfully as he began to mutter on and on about his merry spree plan with his best friend, Ninomiya Kazunari.
Lying lazily on the comfortable sofa by his stomach, swung his long legs to the air back and fro excitedly, booming the sofa’s soft inner side incessantly, Aiba continued his monologue to the younger’s ear which was exactly beside his mouth. Inattentively, bit by bit, exasperated the smaller to the climax endurance.
Signing annoyed to the older’s usual attitude, Nino pressed himself against the sofa but still remained sitting flat on the ground, the Nintendo controller settled in his palm and his eyes didn’t seem to want to move away from the vivid screen at all.
And after the great effort of shortening the distance between them without affecting the spiky and thorny journey to the monster’s lair of his knight character, Nino lifted his arm to stretch out to behind and gag Aiba’s unstoppable mouth with his fist. The sudden rude action caused the other groaned in discontent.
“Shut up for 1 minute, Machan. And do it yourself, I don’t want to use violence to shut your mouth up.” Nino grumbled under his teeth before released Aiba’s mouth and came back to his lovely dearly game.
The taller pouted at Nino’s bratty rudeness as an unusual smirk suddenly appeared on his face, determined him to stop the younger’s excessive impolite attitude as playback.
He leaned closer to Nino, placing his chin on Nino’s shoulder as whispered playfully to the younger’s drumhead.
“I’m still older than you, you know that Kazu. So stop acting like you’re in a higher rank and pull yourself out of that childish game now. Didn’t mommy taught you to look at the opposite person when you are talking to them?!”
Upon these words, Aiba nonchalantly placed a wet kiss on the gamer’s delicate nape as continued blowing hot breaths to his inner ear.
“You don’t like my plan for today?!” He asked seductively “No problem, we can change it instantly. How about doing some naughty things that make all the fangirl in the world scream if they can see us right now?!”
But after all Aiba’s great effort in revenging the little magician, responded to his words, just on a wink, Nino snapped his head back and bumped it against Aiba’s, made the taller held his head and whined in sorrow.
Monumentally satisfied with the excellent result, the magician press the tiny red button on the left of the gray Nintendo controller, the small hero character on the graphic screen also stopped moving. Then he finally turned back and enjoyed the view of his friend cupping his own forehead hurtfully.
Wrapping unconcernedly an arm around the wretched suffering friend’s shoulder, Nino gently rubbed the older’s soft hair wheedlingly.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that hard.”
Though saying those remorseful words, Nino still couldn’t help a very bratty smirk showed up on his face.
Aiba could only pouted in respond “Meanie Nino”
But that just made Nino gave him a light harmless shrug.
“Well, because I have to let you know who’s in charge here. And you should learn your new lesson. You’re 100 years younger to be my rival.”
“Yes, and you are far more than 1000 years younger to dare talking like that in my house. Stop bullying Aiba, I don’t want to spent all my day hearing him accuses you.”
A deliberate but somehow powerful voice resounded from somewhere in the room, but it was not from Aiba and, of course, not from Nino either. That special voice belonged to one person only, Arashi’s flashy prince, Jun.
Suddenly appeared like a greatest savior to Aiba’s world, Matsumoto Jun shuffled into the room heedlessly, the spotlessly white tower was thrown over his shoulder and his hair still pretty wet from the long afternoon shower.
“Jun-chan” Aiba cried happily as he ran to the younger and hugged him intensely before turned his head back and pointed at Nino.
“Nino hits me.”
Heaved a deep sign, Jun patted the older’s head and secretly sent Nino a death glare which obviously meant - See, I told you, now go fix this mess before I kill you.
Reluctantly, the gamer held himself up and leisurely walked to the others as he tried his best to create a friendly smile front of Aiba.
“So you want to go out, right?!”
There was not much things in the world could confuse Sakurai Sho. Unfortunately, this was one of it.
Sho didn’t hear the noisy sound that shouldn’t be deficient in the office’s hall anymore as well as he couldn’t really understand why would he be standing here, still self-controlled, in his familiar greenroom.
Slowly he looked down to his hand and realized a wrinkled creased paper packed in it. All of a sudden the just lost memory came back at once to the abashed newscaster.
He remembered he had yelled, screamed, or even cried like a baby in despair. And when he was too extremist and drew too much attention from other staffs, Ohno must have dragged him here and tried to calm him down in vain. What happened after that was just a completely messy disorder that he didn’t even want to make it clear at all.
“Satoshi-kun?!!” Sho whispered to the quiet intense air.
He wandered around the long couch in a attempt to find the older man before realized Ohno had already stood face to face him, the older’s eyes were full of worry and understanding.
“Satoshi-kun!” Sho’s voice was hoarse and exhausted, he strided to where Ohno was standing and leaned on the smaller man’s shoulder.
“Wait up, Sho-kun, I know what’s just happened is too much for you. But please, listen to me, it’s not that bad…no, I mean, please, it’s just…it isn’t like that…like what you think.” Ohno’s voice was soft and quivering, he gently pushed Sho away and drew out another paper then showed it to Sho.
To Sho’s surprise, it was another whitish paper, not much different from the one’s in Sho’s hand, but the handwriting on it was unexpectedly more far than familiar.
It was Aiba’s handwriting.
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Reading though the second letter in silence, each word, each sentences slowly entered Sho’s head, forces his brain to rework to get thoroughly what was going on.
“What does it mean?! First is that and now is this. What are they thinking? Is it a funny game for them?!” Sho finally blew up, he was angry. Rudely he snatched the paper from Ohno’s hand and threw it away.
“Please, calm down, Sho-kun.” Ohno quickly grabbed Sho’s wrist, prevented the rapper from taking up the paper and tore it to million pieces.
“What? Now you’re with them?!” Sho rolled his eyes with anger.
“Excuse me?!” Ohno scowled back at Sho annoyingly, causing the rapper to flinch. It was not a usual thing for Arashi’s Leader to get angry. Sho knew he had just let a wrong word slipped out.
“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t argue to each other like this.” Ohno gave out a deep sign to himself before came back to the normal imperturbable Ohno.
Picked up the paper on the cement floor, Ohno tackled Sho’s hand and pulled him down to the couch with him, then the older took the rumbling paper out of Sho’s, flatted it carefully with his slender finger.
None of them intended to speak up first.
And once again the large room was plunged into quiet. There was only the rustle of paper presented.
Then finally Sho was the one decided to break out the awkward silence.
“What are we gonna do now?”
Hesitated as Ohno answered the question briefly.
“Find them. What can we do other than that?!”
“I guess…That can’t be helped anymore…” Sho responded dryly “So, we’d better go now.”
Still demurred himself, Sho stood up from the couch and downheartedly stepped out the room.
Alone again on the couch, Ohno Satoshi stared back at the second letter.
It really did look like the first one, and also contained just one simple line in it.
P/s: Your last chance, go and find us before 12 pm Christmas night.
Breathed out embitteredly, Ohno folded the paper in two and put it in his jacket pocket then quickly proceeded along Sho.
-To be continued-
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YATTA
Now, a big announcement
TODAY
2-4
IS MY BIRTHDAY
YATTA
Happy birthday to me XD Happy birthday myself XD XD
*cough* I'm in crazy mood [>_<]
And I'm getting older & older day by day ;____;
To ss Koyo: sorry for making you wait for so long >)
To ss Malu: sorry for making you so much troubles [>_<]
To Dchan: Thanks <3~ I love you XD XD