[Fanfic] Xmas's Sweet quarrel (2.2/3)
Title: Xmas's Sweet quarrel (2.2/3)
Author: saizasiren
Betareader: littlekid_lk & malu186
Pairing: Sakuraiba, Ohmiya, slight JunxArashi
Genre: romance, drama, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi, although I enjoy addressing them as “my” Arashi
Word count: 5,118
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 it.
Summary: What will happen from now? Is it really over for them?
Previous Part
Part 1
Part 2.1
Part 2.2 (2/3)
“First, we will go to the sushi bar over there.”
Two pair of eyes followed where Aiba’s finger was excitedly pointing at in fright.
Shaking his head in disagreement, Nino turned his back, intended to slip away without being found out but unfortunately, he shamefully failed. As soon as he had stealthily taken a leave on his tiny tiptoe, the magician was astonished to found out that he couldn’t move any further because some string-like things wrapping around his waist was pulling him back.
Swinging his head back irritably in other to seek for the cause, to his tremendous surprise which he had never had from the day he was born, there was a thread of yellow ribbon dangled from his pant to Aiba’s hand.
As if feeling the jolt within his finger’s top, Aiba rotated his heel to face the fleeing boy, a bright shining smile stayed stably on his lip.
“What’s the meaning of this?” The magician hissed out softly, but carefully not to make the outsiders aware of what was going on between them at the moment.
Aiba simpered innocently in respond “What? I don’t get what you are talking about.”
“You know exactly what I mean, this!” pointing impatiently at the suspended object hanging poised in mid air, the magician furrowed at the tallest questioningly.
“Oh~ Please don’t mind it. It’s just a little necessary treatment in case any of you get lost on this overcrowded street.”
Smiled even more brilliant than the most dazzle sun, the cheerful idol grabbed his friends’ hand and quickly stormed into the plainly common restaurant.
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“Yo, Kenchan. How are you today?” Aiba started volubly while waving enthusiastically at a young good-looking man standing behind the sushi counter. He was wearing a clean whitish apron and a long chef-hat on his head.
In return, the young man also waving back at him ardently, with an expectant smile shining on his face.
‘Welcome back, Aiba-san. So you’re going with your friend today?!”
“Yes” Aiba happily answered dragging the two half-witted to the chair nearby.
“Is there something wrong happening?! You don’t look energetic as usual.” The man called Kenchan worriedly asked Aiba.
Then not saying any more word, he then gently caressed the tallest’s cheek, in a very tempting way that made Nino and Jun’s hair stood on an end because of the erotic scene within their eyes.
“Nothing. Really, nothing at all.” Aiba clumsily added to emphasize his phrase to the still doubtful young man.
“You know I will never force you to say things you don’t want to. I’ve just want you to know, I’m always here when you need me.” The young man suavely said as he detaching his hand of Aiba, hesitantly.
“Thank you.” Aiba replies indistinctly.
“Ah, I haven’t introduced to each other yet, right?!!” Aiba talked up normally, drove away the unpleasant air just moment ago.
“Nino, Junkun, this is my friend, Kenta Shirou. He’s my assistant in some of my recently interesting experiences.” Aiba widened his smile toward the also grinning Kenta.
“And he’s the owner of this luxury restaurant too. I can say his sushi is the best in Harajuki.”
“You don’t have to praise me that much, Aiba-san.”
“I just say the truth, Kenchan.” Aiba made a beautiful smile naturally before continued the introduction.
“And, here’s m-”
“I already knew who they are, Aiba-san. Don’t you realize how famous you guys are?! Ninomiya-san, Matsumoto-san, nice to meet you.” Kenta chuckled sociably, shaking their hand friendly.
“Aren’t you three hungry, or the food isn’t good enough?!”
“No, No. We’re eating now.” Jun said nimbly. He and Nino hadn’t talked much since they went here. Well, it’s hard to create a new conversation in this kind of atmosphere. However, he began picking up a sushi dish on the moving counter.
The sushi was somehow strange.
When the thought just entered his head, there was the answer come. The eerie pullulated green stuff perching on top of the sushi dish started rocking by itself, causing the spunky tall idol a sudden flinch, terribly. He widened his eyes in disgusting, not sure if he should just crammed it in and swallowed it down his throat or not.
Next to him, Nino was also facing the same situation. The magician was wholly frozen while starring at the yellow objects, praying for it to stop creeping in vain.
“That’s why I had to escape before he dragged me here, I know this would happen.” Nino discontentedly mumbled under his breath, low enough so that only Jun could hear him.
Glanced furtively over where Aiba and Kenta were mirthfully chatting in their own world, the last hope of having someone to rescue them from this ocean of misery had totally collapsed.
“I’m wondering, does Shochan know Aibachan is hanging out with that guy.” Nino started firmly, decided to ignore the two horrid things that was still wriggling in its own peculiar way on the table.
“Absolutely not. But I can imagine how he would reach when he sees this.” Jun smirked evilly.
He surely knew this young head cook surely had fallen deeply for Aiba, judging by the way he talk to Aiba with his too unnecessary sweet voice, or the way his hand touch against Aiba’s skin. His suspicious was clear.
Didn’t Aiba realize how endangered he is now? - Jun thought to himself, not letting the small magician besides him hear any conversation occurring inside his head.
Sho wouldn’t let this pass easily - Jun continued in silence.
He could just punch that guy hard in face and punish Aiba later on their loving bed - Jun chuckled, enjoying the thought of a miserable Aiba, an angry jealous Sho and a squirmed Kenta in pain as a felicitous consolation to him right now, when he had to spend his time watching cheap live soap opera in real life at the same time dealing with these unidentified creatures which still stirring nonstop on his dish.
And here came the culprit for all these intolerable mess inside Jun, had just ended his amusing whatever story with Aiba, now turned his head back and met the youngest idol’s spiteful gaze.
“What’s wrong, Matsumoto-san? You seem slightly…resentful.”
“Yes, he’s been in bad mood since yesterday.” Instead of Jun, Nino was the one swiftly answered.
“Oh, I won’t ask anything. But you two haven’t finished your first dish yet?”
“Umh…uhm...uh…”
“Why d-” Suddenly left his word unfinished, Kenta seemed to understand thoroughly the main problem here.
“Oh I get it. Don’t tell me you two scare of this?” chuckling, he picked the sushi dish up, offered it to Jun’s face.
“Don’t worry, this might look a little horrible but it tastes really good. Why don’t you try eating it? Just one bite…I’m sure it’s safe.” Pleading with the puppy eyes exactly like Aiba’s, Kenta kept handing the sushi in front of Jun.
The green creature also budged, begging for being eaten.
“But…I…I…urgh…Maybe one bite is okay.” Jun was still trembling as he slowly taking the whole thing into his mouth.
Next to him, Nino also did the same.
One minute…Two minutes…and several minutes had passed…
The mystery sushi still stayed in his mouth, on his tongue, hadn’t been overturned, yet he still could feel it moving against his mouth wall also the salty taste spreading all over his inside.
Come on, you can do this, just chew it negligently then swallow it down - A melodious voice urged softly in his head, mobilized himself to go on.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have any guts. He wasn’t a coward. He had eaten many kinds of food in the world, even had been through several stomachaches before.
This is nothing compared to Aiba’s food experiences - Thinking so, Jun gained back his valor and gulped the over big-sized sushi in.
As soon as he heard the sound of that thudding against his bowel, unwarily he let out a sign of relief.
“It’s…delicious.” A high pitch boyish voice came from the little idol beside Jun, surprisingly it wasn’t terrible like he had thought.
“Thank you, I said I had never lied to anyone, nee.” The handsome chef hummed in a content happy tone.
“How are you, Matsumoto-san?!”
“It’s pretty…yummy.” Jun finally honestly admitted.
That’s true, if he can survive in this strictly Harajuku area, he has to be a really proficient cook, even if he’s Aiba’s partner or not - Another warm voice talked to him tenderly.
“I’m sorry for criticizing your food so harsh before…” Jun haltingly continued, with the guilty feeling started raising inside of him
“No, it’s really nothing. I’ve been in this situation several times since I first put it on the main counter.” Kenta shrugged, explained that this had been happened at least once a day so he wasn’t really surprise when seeing Jun and Nino’s first expression.
And soon, unexpectedly, they slowly became friend. Kenta talked a lot about his life, why he had become a sushi bar’s owner, about his ambition from the younger day, about his first unrequired love, he loved a girl in senior school, two years older than him but never dared to confess to her…
In the small restaurant, four men sat down together, confided in with each other, from this doltish things to that pettifogging things, peacefully, harmoniously, aspired if real life was just simple like that.
“So, new friend, huh…” thought only to himself, Jun quietly chuckled at the funny story Aiba was excitedly narrating to them and, of course, it had been adorned with his vivid illustration too.
Hurt…run…searching…
Forever…promise….
Lost…
Precious…only…
….
Masaki…
Masaki…
Running along the crowded street, losing the right way toward the forthcoming path, sinking in the abyss of boundless desperation…
His eyes had given up looking for his figure. His body was exhausted after a long journey fleeing from a group of crazy fan girl chasing after him. His legs had worn out from beyond measure running.
“Sho-kun, I don’t think they still chasing after us now, we can stop here.” Said Ohno, puffing.
As Ohno said, no one was running after them anymore.
“Thanks God, I don’t think I can run anymore.” Ohno stopped right front of a convenience store, still panting hard, his hands was placing on his knees, to support him to stand properly.
“Satoshi-kun” Sho started softly, causing Ohno to flinch nervously.
Ohno wasn’t talkative, ever since he was a boy. He had always been complained about that little problem.
He could spend all his free time starring at a blank spot on his clean wall, or sitting dumbfounded hours and hours dreaming about becoming a bakery owner in the future, thought now it couldn’t come true.
Even after he joined JE and debuted as an idol in Arashi, people still had to request him to be more active, or at least, tried not to fall asleep while camera was still rolling on him.
That’s how Arashi’s leader really is.
But today was a different day, Ohno became unexpectedly vivacious, he talked continuously, he tried his best to keep the conversation going on with the newscaster, he filled in the vacant space between them.
He was scared, maybe, not accurate exactly, he was worried, more like that. The image of a motionless and depressed Sho yesterday yet hadn’t faded in Ohno’s mind.
“Satoshi-kun, what will happen? I can’t find him…We’ve been to everywhere related to him, but…Just one day left, just one day and Christmas would be coming…” Sho’s words got limper then drown into whisper, again.
“Keep calm, Shochan. We still have one place left.” Ohno replied firmly. All he could do now was to believe.
“Jun-kun’s place”
“Kenchan, thanks for treating us” Aiba jollily bowed toward the young man.
“Mou~, why did I have to treat you again?! If one day my restaurant go bankrupt because of you, then what should I do…Will you pay me back?!” Kenta joked mischievously.
“But I don’t have money. I’m really poor, you know.” Aiba cheerfully chimed in Kenta’s jest.
“Then, he would pay you back by his body, package goods on holiday.” Grinned slyly, Nino now also joined the story.
“Nino, don’t jokes like that” Aiba yelled, his face reddened as he looked at the young good looking man sorry.
“Umh, that’s a really good idea, Ninomiya-san.” Kenta looked back in Aiba’s brown eyes.
“If that day will ever come, you already know how to pay me, nee~ Aiba-san.”
The young man lifted Aiba’s hand as he placed a playful kiss on the back of it.
“He’s pretty, he has a good personality, and he would be a perfect friend if someday he thinks of stopping this.”
Jun let out a regretful sign, sedately leaving the cheap romantic scene behind and started walking home.
---
Night was coming.
The sky turned dark and obscure, swallowed in even the last ray of light.
“Tadaima~” Aiba blithely yelled as cheerfully storming into Jun’s apartment.
“This isn’t even your home.” Jun murmured, but didn’t sound so unpleasant.
“Urg…but…I…-”
“Yes, it’s not your place.” Nino also nodded in agreement “Because it is all our”
“Excuse me?! Am I mishearing something?” Jun winced, snapped back.
He was still taking off his shoe, then raised his head up to confront a can-be-happy-for-no-reason jolly Aiba was also facing him.
“Tadaima, Junkun.” The older widened his smile happily.
“…”
“You have to answer me back.” Aiba teasingly reminded the younger.
“Ah…umhn…Oka…eri…” Jun ungainly mumbled back.
“Yes, I miss you too, Junkun.” Aiba joyfully said as jumping onto the youngest, pulling him into a great tight hug that can nearly break all his ribs.
“Stop jumping on me, Aiba. Why does the one just walk through the door have to welcome the one has already standing on the veranda?!! Isn’t it eccentric?!”
“No, it is not, at least, in Aiba’s world.” Grinned Nino wrapped his hand around his friends’ nape and dragged all of them in the united flat.
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“I’m starving, Junpon~”
“My stomach is grumbling”
“Junpon, when can we eat?”
“He’s not gonna feed us if you keep on hastening him like that.”
“Don’t talks as if I’m the only one do that.”
“Yes you are”
“You also clamour him for food too.”
“No, I don’t”
“Yes, you do”
“No, I do not”
“Yes, you do”
“Can you two please be MORE QUITE?! Or, if you want to be more useful, get your lazy ass down here and help me with this mess.” Sounded tremendously angry, Jun fumed over the Aimiya pair’s doltish quarrel while rolling three big eggs on his expensive frying pan, in his luxurious kitchen.
“And Aiba, I don’t want to hear any ‘Junpon’ from your mouth again.” Added the DoS prince spitefully, hands sprinkled over his artistic dish with salt and pepper, not for a wee bit took notice that the row between the olders was still continued surreptitiously.
“Now that’s your fault.” Aiba whispered.
“What?! Don’t make me laugh. If it’s not for your big mouth…-”
“My mouth isn’t big!”
“It is big. It can even hold in a pack of rabbit.”
“No, it’s not. Baka Nino.” Yelled suddenly Aiba discontentedly as he pushed the little gamer to the other side of the floor.
“Sshh…Aibasan, Junkun wil-”
“You two are arguing?! Again?!”
“See, baka.”
“Satoshi-kun, are you sure Junkun involved with Masaki’s missing. He said he hadn’t known anything about it…”
“It’s a lie. He has been covering up for Aibachan and Nino since last night. I’m absolutely sure about it.”
“Itadakimasu”
“Whoa~ karaage~ and omelette~ I love you~ Junkun.” As expected of the world ichiban birds fan, Aiba now was bouncy excitedly on his seat like an eager child.
“Why chicken?!!” Nino mumbled, disgruntlingly.
“It’s not chicken. It’s karaage. You don’t like karaage Nino?!! But everybody loves karaage.” Aiba talked with his mouth had already full of karaage, his left also right hand was grabbing two pieces of karaage and he didn’t seem to stop cramming that tasty white meat into his promiscuous busying mouth at all.
“Aiba, don’t wolf down your food.” Jun calmly reminded the older, while he himself had no idea who’s the older anymore.
Nodding quickly and continually as a meaningful apology to the prissy younger idol, Aiba phlegmatically kept on chopping karaage appetizingly and insouciantly. So in other simple way, he seemed totally didn’t acquire Jun’s sentiment at all.
“Yet you still wonder why I don’t want to eat with you?!!” Nino frowned, impatiently “Subarashi”
Nino knew one thing about Aiba, which never changed, even time had elapsed and the tiny neglected bud in Nino’s pent-roof had grown up to a beautiful well-built camellia, that was Aiba’s extremely bad eating habit. Devoured, slurped, swallowed without chewing, always made noisy unnecessary sound, one bite too large, and last but not least, always got overreacted whenever seeing karaage.
Nino was always proud of a part of himself that could understand Aiba easily, clearly and thoroughly, what Aiba likes or dislikes, Aiba’s private secrets, Aiba’s pervert side, but not like the one he usually show out for people, and he, Nino, also was the first one in the world realized Aiba’s love for Sho, even before Aiba was aware of it himself, and he was the one who had to push up Aiba’s spirit, drew out many plans to help Aiba confessed to Sho. So in short, Nino had played a pretty important role in helping create a happy lovey-dovey Sakuraiba pair like now.
But despite all of these intimate bonds that had been growing up between them for years and years, Nino still wasn’t able to understand his childhood friend’s crazy unusual obsession towards karaage.
As the thought was still flowing inside, languishly Nino rested his chin on his palm, feasted his eyes upon Aiba quietly, enjoy the flesh view of the tall idol gnawing the lump of meat on his hand like a ravenous lion till it was barefaced to bonds.
“Such a grubby kid.” Nino smile quietly.
Then all of a sudden, a loud sound came from the main door, interrupted Nino’s peaceful meditation.
“What is that?” Nino tuned his head to Jun, but the younger looked back him confusing.
“I think I’ve just heard someone out there.”
And as soon as he finished his word, the bell also started ringing continuously as the correct answer.
“I will get the door.”
Automatically, Jun left the table, where the tall idol was digging his face in the delectable omelette, and also a skeptical gamer who was wrinkling his brows, and walked out, wondering why he would have a guess even at this time.
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The bell was still ringing outside when Jun laid his feet on the carpet front of the door. His tension also dropped down bit by bit. The Dos idol didn’t seemed to like this annoying endlessly sound anymore, it reminded him of the previous night, when he had to deal with his band mates, right here too, in order to cover his other band mates who was hiding secretly at his house lately.
However, actually, he didn’t really need to remember that last night, because that thing would happen here again, right now.
The door finally was opened, presented to Jun the very anxious yamapair standing face to face him.
The atmosphere between the oldest and the youngest of Arashi expectedly became heavier and heavier. The usual sleepy eyes of Arashi’s Leader now went with fierce, he strongly checked mate on the youngest. And Jun, also turned on his defended mode. He was waiting for what should have happened from last night. It just that he didn’t expected it to come this soon.
“Yappari…” Ohno started first, his voice unexpectedly still kept it’s calmness like usual.
Jun stayed in silent. He had to wait until it came directly to him.
“They…’re here, right?!” Ohno continued, hesitantly. His tone suddenly rose a bit higher. It seemed like he was also uncertain about his question, maybe he was hoping from the bottom of his heart, that at least they were yhere, completely safe here.
Here it comes - the invisible voice spoke up again in Jun’s head. Jun kept his cold form from the outside, but in deeply inside he was also confronting his impasse.
How can he cool down the irresolute Yamapair there. How can he keep this to go any further without making another yet bigger mess.
He didn’t understand himself either. He didn’t understand why he had decided to help the Aimiya pair in the first place. They probably didn’t know what was happening here and still enjoyed themselves, peacefully and comfortably, in his kitchen.
Kitchen
Yabai, they are still in the kitchen.
…
Damn it
It was not like him. He had never expected to be dragged into these lover fights in someday. And a part of him didn’t really approve Aimiya pair’s solution at all. Ran off the house, refused to meet their boyfriend, used his place as their place of concealment, what is the meaning of these things. Geez, if he was them, he would never do anything to cause his Riida, err…, no, he meant the Yamapair any troubles like these.
Jun’s eyes left Ohno’s face for a while. It was kinda tiring and scary when the man’s eyes still fixed on him. The older had decided to stop talking and it just made the air around them became more awkward. Did it really have to be like this?!
Jun’s eyes dropped on another familiar face. The owner of the face was standing behind Ohno all the time but his face showed no emotions. His eyes rested in blank space with darkness. And somehow that face reminded Jun of someone named Sakurai Sho.
Sho was entirely silent. And if it was not Jun but a stranger crossing over, they probably would mistake him for a statue, an immovable one.
Suddenly Jun hesitated.
Troublesome - He signed wretchedly. If he blabbed all out the truth to the Yamapair now, wasn’t it turned out much simpler?! The men founded their little lovers. They came back to each other, a happy ending for everybody in the world, right?! And then, to celebrate their makeup, they probably would go on another honeymoon week. Oh great! Because that’s what Ohmiya often did during the past 10 years, so Jun figured out it’s like a stable repetitive routine that would reiterate and reiterate itself. Now it’s Sakuraiba turn. So if he talked out loud all the matters tonight, then next morning they would pick a taxi and run to their paradise island, for sure. Yeah, that’s definitely would happen. Yeah, they would go, and without him, of course. Jun smirked bitterly when that thought came across his head.
He swung his eyes back to the black round faced man. The man still headed his gaze over at him, patiently waited.
The youngest let out another sign. He needed to speak up.
“Hm?! What are you doing here Ohno-san? What do you mean? Who are ‘they’ ?” He kept his voice natural, pretended like he doesn’t know anything. And with a swift yet careful move, he quietly barricaded the big space between the open door and the Yamapair.
That’s for safe purpose only - Jun smiled dispiritedly. He didn’t like this feeling, the guilty feeling. He moved his gaze away again. He knew his Leader would know he’s lying if he looked in the man’s eyes now. He never thought that he could hide anything from the man.
“Can I come in, Junkun?” The sudden soft voice startled the young idol “We’re freezing out here.” Ohno continued without any hesitation, imperturbably while his eyes still fixed on the youngest’s face.
“Yes” Jun answered automatically.
He didn’t have any reason to prevent the man from coming in at all. But maybe he shouldn’t say ‘yes’. He started to feel regretful for what he’d just said. Now what’s he gonna do now?! But if he said ‘No’, the man would obviously know the Aimiya pair were hiding here. It was not like he had much choice left.
Well
A frown appeared on his pretty face.
Troublesome
He stepped back from the door, revealed to the Yamapair the corridor to his house.
“Come in” the youngest said, softly. But his voice didn’t really contain any invitation at all.
He was thinking about the Aimiya pair again. He wondered if they could hear his conversation. Because if they did, he hoped, maybe some magic would occur and they would ravish into the air. Not really that mean but somehow, if they wouldn’t be in that room for a moment when the Yamapair step in, it would be the best.
He had protected them. From now on they need to protect them by themselves.
Uhnm
So troublesome
Jun casted a furtive glance over the oldest. The man was taking off his shoe.
Yabai
And then after releasing his feet from those hard pressed things, the man started setting his bare feet in the wooden terrace. Followed him was the stiff statue.
Great! Sometime I should considerate myself as stupid
A quick thought ran through his brain. He had to think fast, a way out of this. He was taking some crazy solutions that just appeared in his head into account. He was hesitated. Should he alert the Aimiya pair by making some noise?! Like kicking down the shoe case which already within his reaches?! But that maybe cause a counter effect. What if the Aimiya didn’t get his hidden attention and then jumped out?! So what’s the meaning of his entire uneasy attempt to conceal for them?!
Moreover, he could be sure he would definitely never clean the mess of the shoe case toppled over later without grumbling.
So there was just only one way out left.
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“Why Junkun is so slow?” The little magician made an aimless question to the air. Apparently, as Jun’s judgment, they seemed to know nothing that happening out there.
And then the atmosphere once again dropped to silence. There was only the sound of the lithe idol slurping on Jun’s new special dish, western-ish miso soup.
“Hey, do you hear me?!” The smaller man talked up again, quite annoyed with the fact that his friend only put his entire mind into that soup rather than his word.
“He is chatting with somebody. Why don’t they just come in the house?! Then they can have a talk comfortably that way, right?! Don’t tell me he doesn’t want to show us his friend?!! Or…-” Left his word unfinished, Nino clicked on the table impatiently. A wrinkle showed up between his eyebrows. He was thinking of something else.
“Or what? Nino?” Aiba began to ask, curiously.
It had been a while for the younger to hear his hoarse familiar voice since the only thing he did for the past 10 minutes was digging his face into the miso soup. It must be really delicious. Thought this soup was just the first attempt of Jun in trying to combine the western flavor with a Japanese traditional dish. He didn’t really mind being the first person to taste it, despite the truth that Jun only need a white mouse to test his brand new dish.
The taller looked at the magician questioning. He didn’t know if the little magician had mad at him because he hadn’t replied him earlier or not. But the younger seemed to lose his mind to some world. Although Aiba was enthusiastically waving right in front of his face, the younger’s eyes seemed to leave him to somewhere else.
But right after Aiba intended to five up on waking the magician up and started to focus back on his untouched omelette, he suddenly heard a sound of something smashed down the table and all the plates placed on it also seemed to being shaked for a bit.
Aiba lifted his chin, looked up to where the cause of the sound was and realized a wistful Nino starring in a wholly blanky space in the middle air.
The little gamer helped his body out from the chair.
“Maybe I should go and check it out. Wait here Aibachan”
With that, Nino turned his back to Aiba. But when he just about to step out the room, another uproarious yet suspicious noise was resound from the outside. First was the sound of something thudding hard against the floor, next was the strident shrill voice of Jun.
“Ohnosan, are you alright?”
“Ohchan?!!” Nino yelled out a bit. His eyes widened. He jerked his head back to face the also frowning Aiba sitting on the chair with his chopstick still stuck out from his mouth.
“They are here, Aibachan.” Trying to regain back his composure, Nino quickly ran toward the tallest then rudely pulled him up from the chair.
“We’ve gotta hide.” He said to the taller.
That was when they heard the sound of the footsteps against the wooden floor. It was coming closer and closer.
“Quickly, Aibachan” Nino whispered to the mumbled man.
---
5 minutes had passes?! Or was that 10 minutes?!
Nino dedicated talked to himself. He was squatting on his haunches, surrounding him was all kind of clothes with all kind of color too.
He sure spent this much on clothes - Nino frowned, groundlessly fretted.
He started to feel pretty giddy, due to lack of fresh air of course. Having time in here, now he could be sure that no creatures can survive inside this gloomy place for half a day.
He was unable to move himself freely since there was not that much space here. Except that he still could control his left hand and definitely it was wrapping around Aiba’s mouth carefully, in order to make sure that the older wouldn’t let out an unnecessary noise.
Up to now, sitting pitifully here is the worst thing happened in his day. He still could hear of some sound out there, footsteps, mixed voices and someone yelling. Depended on all of that, he could guess what happening out there, thought it not quite clear.
And more several minutes passed. Then he couldn’t hear of anything anymore. The whole scene seemed to come back to the peaceful silence again. Thanks God, finally he could feel his respiration gradually came back to work normally.
But again, just immediately after he thought everything had been settled cleanly by the prince, another dazzle sound came, which very close to him, as if it was right next to him. Then he could feel the artificial light illumined direct to his face and the figure of someone very tall standing in front of him. A sound came to his giddy face.
“There you are.”
-End Part 2-
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Late update XD XD
Thank you so much for being my editor Dchan, Maluchan XD
This oneshot is becoming a miniseries LOL It's getting too long for word
Thank you for your all kind words in the previous parts =D It really encourage me in every way :]:]
Now I want to make friends :[ since I just realize I hardly have any fanfic-related friends at all :[ Is there anyone want to be my friend? Anyone?! :[ *sad*
Author: saizasiren
Betareader: littlekid_lk & malu186
Pairing: Sakuraiba, Ohmiya, slight JunxArashi
Genre: romance, drama, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi, although I enjoy addressing them as “my” Arashi
Word count: 5,118
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 it.
Summary: What will happen from now? Is it really over for them?
Previous Part
Part 1
Part 2.1
Part 2.2 (2/3)
“First, we will go to the sushi bar over there.”
Two pair of eyes followed where Aiba’s finger was excitedly pointing at in fright.
Shaking his head in disagreement, Nino turned his back, intended to slip away without being found out but unfortunately, he shamefully failed. As soon as he had stealthily taken a leave on his tiny tiptoe, the magician was astonished to found out that he couldn’t move any further because some string-like things wrapping around his waist was pulling him back.
Swinging his head back irritably in other to seek for the cause, to his tremendous surprise which he had never had from the day he was born, there was a thread of yellow ribbon dangled from his pant to Aiba’s hand.
As if feeling the jolt within his finger’s top, Aiba rotated his heel to face the fleeing boy, a bright shining smile stayed stably on his lip.
“What’s the meaning of this?” The magician hissed out softly, but carefully not to make the outsiders aware of what was going on between them at the moment.
Aiba simpered innocently in respond “What? I don’t get what you are talking about.”
“You know exactly what I mean, this!” pointing impatiently at the suspended object hanging poised in mid air, the magician furrowed at the tallest questioningly.
“Oh~ Please don’t mind it. It’s just a little necessary treatment in case any of you get lost on this overcrowded street.”
Smiled even more brilliant than the most dazzle sun, the cheerful idol grabbed his friends’ hand and quickly stormed into the plainly common restaurant.
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“Yo, Kenchan. How are you today?” Aiba started volubly while waving enthusiastically at a young good-looking man standing behind the sushi counter. He was wearing a clean whitish apron and a long chef-hat on his head.
In return, the young man also waving back at him ardently, with an expectant smile shining on his face.
‘Welcome back, Aiba-san. So you’re going with your friend today?!”
“Yes” Aiba happily answered dragging the two half-witted to the chair nearby.
“Is there something wrong happening?! You don’t look energetic as usual.” The man called Kenchan worriedly asked Aiba.
Then not saying any more word, he then gently caressed the tallest’s cheek, in a very tempting way that made Nino and Jun’s hair stood on an end because of the erotic scene within their eyes.
“Nothing. Really, nothing at all.” Aiba clumsily added to emphasize his phrase to the still doubtful young man.
“You know I will never force you to say things you don’t want to. I’ve just want you to know, I’m always here when you need me.” The young man suavely said as he detaching his hand of Aiba, hesitantly.
“Thank you.” Aiba replies indistinctly.
“Ah, I haven’t introduced to each other yet, right?!!” Aiba talked up normally, drove away the unpleasant air just moment ago.
“Nino, Junkun, this is my friend, Kenta Shirou. He’s my assistant in some of my recently interesting experiences.” Aiba widened his smile toward the also grinning Kenta.
“And he’s the owner of this luxury restaurant too. I can say his sushi is the best in Harajuki.”
“You don’t have to praise me that much, Aiba-san.”
“I just say the truth, Kenchan.” Aiba made a beautiful smile naturally before continued the introduction.
“And, here’s m-”
“I already knew who they are, Aiba-san. Don’t you realize how famous you guys are?! Ninomiya-san, Matsumoto-san, nice to meet you.” Kenta chuckled sociably, shaking their hand friendly.
“Aren’t you three hungry, or the food isn’t good enough?!”
“No, No. We’re eating now.” Jun said nimbly. He and Nino hadn’t talked much since they went here. Well, it’s hard to create a new conversation in this kind of atmosphere. However, he began picking up a sushi dish on the moving counter.
The sushi was somehow strange.
When the thought just entered his head, there was the answer come. The eerie pullulated green stuff perching on top of the sushi dish started rocking by itself, causing the spunky tall idol a sudden flinch, terribly. He widened his eyes in disgusting, not sure if he should just crammed it in and swallowed it down his throat or not.
Next to him, Nino was also facing the same situation. The magician was wholly frozen while starring at the yellow objects, praying for it to stop creeping in vain.
“That’s why I had to escape before he dragged me here, I know this would happen.” Nino discontentedly mumbled under his breath, low enough so that only Jun could hear him.
Glanced furtively over where Aiba and Kenta were mirthfully chatting in their own world, the last hope of having someone to rescue them from this ocean of misery had totally collapsed.
“I’m wondering, does Shochan know Aibachan is hanging out with that guy.” Nino started firmly, decided to ignore the two horrid things that was still wriggling in its own peculiar way on the table.
“Absolutely not. But I can imagine how he would reach when he sees this.” Jun smirked evilly.
He surely knew this young head cook surely had fallen deeply for Aiba, judging by the way he talk to Aiba with his too unnecessary sweet voice, or the way his hand touch against Aiba’s skin. His suspicious was clear.
Didn’t Aiba realize how endangered he is now? - Jun thought to himself, not letting the small magician besides him hear any conversation occurring inside his head.
Sho wouldn’t let this pass easily - Jun continued in silence.
He could just punch that guy hard in face and punish Aiba later on their loving bed - Jun chuckled, enjoying the thought of a miserable Aiba, an angry jealous Sho and a squirmed Kenta in pain as a felicitous consolation to him right now, when he had to spend his time watching cheap live soap opera in real life at the same time dealing with these unidentified creatures which still stirring nonstop on his dish.
And here came the culprit for all these intolerable mess inside Jun, had just ended his amusing whatever story with Aiba, now turned his head back and met the youngest idol’s spiteful gaze.
“What’s wrong, Matsumoto-san? You seem slightly…resentful.”
“Yes, he’s been in bad mood since yesterday.” Instead of Jun, Nino was the one swiftly answered.
“Oh, I won’t ask anything. But you two haven’t finished your first dish yet?”
“Umh…uhm...uh…”
“Why d-” Suddenly left his word unfinished, Kenta seemed to understand thoroughly the main problem here.
“Oh I get it. Don’t tell me you two scare of this?” chuckling, he picked the sushi dish up, offered it to Jun’s face.
“Don’t worry, this might look a little horrible but it tastes really good. Why don’t you try eating it? Just one bite…I’m sure it’s safe.” Pleading with the puppy eyes exactly like Aiba’s, Kenta kept handing the sushi in front of Jun.
The green creature also budged, begging for being eaten.
“But…I…I…urgh…Maybe one bite is okay.” Jun was still trembling as he slowly taking the whole thing into his mouth.
Next to him, Nino also did the same.
One minute…Two minutes…and several minutes had passed…
The mystery sushi still stayed in his mouth, on his tongue, hadn’t been overturned, yet he still could feel it moving against his mouth wall also the salty taste spreading all over his inside.
Come on, you can do this, just chew it negligently then swallow it down - A melodious voice urged softly in his head, mobilized himself to go on.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have any guts. He wasn’t a coward. He had eaten many kinds of food in the world, even had been through several stomachaches before.
This is nothing compared to Aiba’s food experiences - Thinking so, Jun gained back his valor and gulped the over big-sized sushi in.
As soon as he heard the sound of that thudding against his bowel, unwarily he let out a sign of relief.
“It’s…delicious.” A high pitch boyish voice came from the little idol beside Jun, surprisingly it wasn’t terrible like he had thought.
“Thank you, I said I had never lied to anyone, nee.” The handsome chef hummed in a content happy tone.
“How are you, Matsumoto-san?!”
“It’s pretty…yummy.” Jun finally honestly admitted.
That’s true, if he can survive in this strictly Harajuku area, he has to be a really proficient cook, even if he’s Aiba’s partner or not - Another warm voice talked to him tenderly.
“I’m sorry for criticizing your food so harsh before…” Jun haltingly continued, with the guilty feeling started raising inside of him
“No, it’s really nothing. I’ve been in this situation several times since I first put it on the main counter.” Kenta shrugged, explained that this had been happened at least once a day so he wasn’t really surprise when seeing Jun and Nino’s first expression.
And soon, unexpectedly, they slowly became friend. Kenta talked a lot about his life, why he had become a sushi bar’s owner, about his ambition from the younger day, about his first unrequired love, he loved a girl in senior school, two years older than him but never dared to confess to her…
In the small restaurant, four men sat down together, confided in with each other, from this doltish things to that pettifogging things, peacefully, harmoniously, aspired if real life was just simple like that.
“So, new friend, huh…” thought only to himself, Jun quietly chuckled at the funny story Aiba was excitedly narrating to them and, of course, it had been adorned with his vivid illustration too.
Hurt…run…searching…
Forever…promise….
Lost…
Precious…only…
….
Masaki…
Masaki…
Running along the crowded street, losing the right way toward the forthcoming path, sinking in the abyss of boundless desperation…
His eyes had given up looking for his figure. His body was exhausted after a long journey fleeing from a group of crazy fan girl chasing after him. His legs had worn out from beyond measure running.
“Sho-kun, I don’t think they still chasing after us now, we can stop here.” Said Ohno, puffing.
As Ohno said, no one was running after them anymore.
“Thanks God, I don’t think I can run anymore.” Ohno stopped right front of a convenience store, still panting hard, his hands was placing on his knees, to support him to stand properly.
“Satoshi-kun” Sho started softly, causing Ohno to flinch nervously.
Ohno wasn’t talkative, ever since he was a boy. He had always been complained about that little problem.
He could spend all his free time starring at a blank spot on his clean wall, or sitting dumbfounded hours and hours dreaming about becoming a bakery owner in the future, thought now it couldn’t come true.
Even after he joined JE and debuted as an idol in Arashi, people still had to request him to be more active, or at least, tried not to fall asleep while camera was still rolling on him.
That’s how Arashi’s leader really is.
But today was a different day, Ohno became unexpectedly vivacious, he talked continuously, he tried his best to keep the conversation going on with the newscaster, he filled in the vacant space between them.
He was scared, maybe, not accurate exactly, he was worried, more like that. The image of a motionless and depressed Sho yesterday yet hadn’t faded in Ohno’s mind.
“Satoshi-kun, what will happen? I can’t find him…We’ve been to everywhere related to him, but…Just one day left, just one day and Christmas would be coming…” Sho’s words got limper then drown into whisper, again.
“Keep calm, Shochan. We still have one place left.” Ohno replied firmly. All he could do now was to believe.
“Jun-kun’s place”
“Kenchan, thanks for treating us” Aiba jollily bowed toward the young man.
“Mou~, why did I have to treat you again?! If one day my restaurant go bankrupt because of you, then what should I do…Will you pay me back?!” Kenta joked mischievously.
“But I don’t have money. I’m really poor, you know.” Aiba cheerfully chimed in Kenta’s jest.
“Then, he would pay you back by his body, package goods on holiday.” Grinned slyly, Nino now also joined the story.
“Nino, don’t jokes like that” Aiba yelled, his face reddened as he looked at the young good looking man sorry.
“Umh, that’s a really good idea, Ninomiya-san.” Kenta looked back in Aiba’s brown eyes.
“If that day will ever come, you already know how to pay me, nee~ Aiba-san.”
The young man lifted Aiba’s hand as he placed a playful kiss on the back of it.
“He’s pretty, he has a good personality, and he would be a perfect friend if someday he thinks of stopping this.”
Jun let out a regretful sign, sedately leaving the cheap romantic scene behind and started walking home.
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Night was coming.
The sky turned dark and obscure, swallowed in even the last ray of light.
“Tadaima~” Aiba blithely yelled as cheerfully storming into Jun’s apartment.
“This isn’t even your home.” Jun murmured, but didn’t sound so unpleasant.
“Urg…but…I…-”
“Yes, it’s not your place.” Nino also nodded in agreement “Because it is all our”
“Excuse me?! Am I mishearing something?” Jun winced, snapped back.
He was still taking off his shoe, then raised his head up to confront a can-be-happy-for-no-reason jolly Aiba was also facing him.
“Tadaima, Junkun.” The older widened his smile happily.
“…”
“You have to answer me back.” Aiba teasingly reminded the younger.
“Ah…umhn…Oka…eri…” Jun ungainly mumbled back.
“Yes, I miss you too, Junkun.” Aiba joyfully said as jumping onto the youngest, pulling him into a great tight hug that can nearly break all his ribs.
“Stop jumping on me, Aiba. Why does the one just walk through the door have to welcome the one has already standing on the veranda?!! Isn’t it eccentric?!”
“No, it is not, at least, in Aiba’s world.” Grinned Nino wrapped his hand around his friends’ nape and dragged all of them in the united flat.
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“I’m starving, Junpon~”
“My stomach is grumbling”
“Junpon, when can we eat?”
“He’s not gonna feed us if you keep on hastening him like that.”
“Don’t talks as if I’m the only one do that.”
“Yes you are”
“You also clamour him for food too.”
“No, I don’t”
“Yes, you do”
“No, I do not”
“Yes, you do”
“Can you two please be MORE QUITE?! Or, if you want to be more useful, get your lazy ass down here and help me with this mess.” Sounded tremendously angry, Jun fumed over the Aimiya pair’s doltish quarrel while rolling three big eggs on his expensive frying pan, in his luxurious kitchen.
“And Aiba, I don’t want to hear any ‘Junpon’ from your mouth again.” Added the DoS prince spitefully, hands sprinkled over his artistic dish with salt and pepper, not for a wee bit took notice that the row between the olders was still continued surreptitiously.
“Now that’s your fault.” Aiba whispered.
“What?! Don’t make me laugh. If it’s not for your big mouth…-”
“My mouth isn’t big!”
“It is big. It can even hold in a pack of rabbit.”
“No, it’s not. Baka Nino.” Yelled suddenly Aiba discontentedly as he pushed the little gamer to the other side of the floor.
“Sshh…Aibasan, Junkun wil-”
“You two are arguing?! Again?!”
“See, baka.”
“Satoshi-kun, are you sure Junkun involved with Masaki’s missing. He said he hadn’t known anything about it…”
“It’s a lie. He has been covering up for Aibachan and Nino since last night. I’m absolutely sure about it.”
“Itadakimasu”
“Whoa~ karaage~ and omelette~ I love you~ Junkun.” As expected of the world ichiban birds fan, Aiba now was bouncy excitedly on his seat like an eager child.
“Why chicken?!!” Nino mumbled, disgruntlingly.
“It’s not chicken. It’s karaage. You don’t like karaage Nino?!! But everybody loves karaage.” Aiba talked with his mouth had already full of karaage, his left also right hand was grabbing two pieces of karaage and he didn’t seem to stop cramming that tasty white meat into his promiscuous busying mouth at all.
“Aiba, don’t wolf down your food.” Jun calmly reminded the older, while he himself had no idea who’s the older anymore.
Nodding quickly and continually as a meaningful apology to the prissy younger idol, Aiba phlegmatically kept on chopping karaage appetizingly and insouciantly. So in other simple way, he seemed totally didn’t acquire Jun’s sentiment at all.
“Yet you still wonder why I don’t want to eat with you?!!” Nino frowned, impatiently “Subarashi”
Nino knew one thing about Aiba, which never changed, even time had elapsed and the tiny neglected bud in Nino’s pent-roof had grown up to a beautiful well-built camellia, that was Aiba’s extremely bad eating habit. Devoured, slurped, swallowed without chewing, always made noisy unnecessary sound, one bite too large, and last but not least, always got overreacted whenever seeing karaage.
Nino was always proud of a part of himself that could understand Aiba easily, clearly and thoroughly, what Aiba likes or dislikes, Aiba’s private secrets, Aiba’s pervert side, but not like the one he usually show out for people, and he, Nino, also was the first one in the world realized Aiba’s love for Sho, even before Aiba was aware of it himself, and he was the one who had to push up Aiba’s spirit, drew out many plans to help Aiba confessed to Sho. So in short, Nino had played a pretty important role in helping create a happy lovey-dovey Sakuraiba pair like now.
But despite all of these intimate bonds that had been growing up between them for years and years, Nino still wasn’t able to understand his childhood friend’s crazy unusual obsession towards karaage.
As the thought was still flowing inside, languishly Nino rested his chin on his palm, feasted his eyes upon Aiba quietly, enjoy the flesh view of the tall idol gnawing the lump of meat on his hand like a ravenous lion till it was barefaced to bonds.
“Such a grubby kid.” Nino smile quietly.
Then all of a sudden, a loud sound came from the main door, interrupted Nino’s peaceful meditation.
“What is that?” Nino tuned his head to Jun, but the younger looked back him confusing.
“I think I’ve just heard someone out there.”
And as soon as he finished his word, the bell also started ringing continuously as the correct answer.
“I will get the door.”
Automatically, Jun left the table, where the tall idol was digging his face in the delectable omelette, and also a skeptical gamer who was wrinkling his brows, and walked out, wondering why he would have a guess even at this time.
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The bell was still ringing outside when Jun laid his feet on the carpet front of the door. His tension also dropped down bit by bit. The Dos idol didn’t seemed to like this annoying endlessly sound anymore, it reminded him of the previous night, when he had to deal with his band mates, right here too, in order to cover his other band mates who was hiding secretly at his house lately.
However, actually, he didn’t really need to remember that last night, because that thing would happen here again, right now.
The door finally was opened, presented to Jun the very anxious yamapair standing face to face him.
The atmosphere between the oldest and the youngest of Arashi expectedly became heavier and heavier. The usual sleepy eyes of Arashi’s Leader now went with fierce, he strongly checked mate on the youngest. And Jun, also turned on his defended mode. He was waiting for what should have happened from last night. It just that he didn’t expected it to come this soon.
“Yappari…” Ohno started first, his voice unexpectedly still kept it’s calmness like usual.
Jun stayed in silent. He had to wait until it came directly to him.
“They…’re here, right?!” Ohno continued, hesitantly. His tone suddenly rose a bit higher. It seemed like he was also uncertain about his question, maybe he was hoping from the bottom of his heart, that at least they were yhere, completely safe here.
Here it comes - the invisible voice spoke up again in Jun’s head. Jun kept his cold form from the outside, but in deeply inside he was also confronting his impasse.
How can he cool down the irresolute Yamapair there. How can he keep this to go any further without making another yet bigger mess.
He didn’t understand himself either. He didn’t understand why he had decided to help the Aimiya pair in the first place. They probably didn’t know what was happening here and still enjoyed themselves, peacefully and comfortably, in his kitchen.
Kitchen
Yabai, they are still in the kitchen.
…
Damn it
It was not like him. He had never expected to be dragged into these lover fights in someday. And a part of him didn’t really approve Aimiya pair’s solution at all. Ran off the house, refused to meet their boyfriend, used his place as their place of concealment, what is the meaning of these things. Geez, if he was them, he would never do anything to cause his Riida, err…, no, he meant the Yamapair any troubles like these.
Jun’s eyes left Ohno’s face for a while. It was kinda tiring and scary when the man’s eyes still fixed on him. The older had decided to stop talking and it just made the air around them became more awkward. Did it really have to be like this?!
Jun’s eyes dropped on another familiar face. The owner of the face was standing behind Ohno all the time but his face showed no emotions. His eyes rested in blank space with darkness. And somehow that face reminded Jun of someone named Sakurai Sho.
Sho was entirely silent. And if it was not Jun but a stranger crossing over, they probably would mistake him for a statue, an immovable one.
Suddenly Jun hesitated.
Troublesome - He signed wretchedly. If he blabbed all out the truth to the Yamapair now, wasn’t it turned out much simpler?! The men founded their little lovers. They came back to each other, a happy ending for everybody in the world, right?! And then, to celebrate their makeup, they probably would go on another honeymoon week. Oh great! Because that’s what Ohmiya often did during the past 10 years, so Jun figured out it’s like a stable repetitive routine that would reiterate and reiterate itself. Now it’s Sakuraiba turn. So if he talked out loud all the matters tonight, then next morning they would pick a taxi and run to their paradise island, for sure. Yeah, that’s definitely would happen. Yeah, they would go, and without him, of course. Jun smirked bitterly when that thought came across his head.
He swung his eyes back to the black round faced man. The man still headed his gaze over at him, patiently waited.
The youngest let out another sign. He needed to speak up.
“Hm?! What are you doing here Ohno-san? What do you mean? Who are ‘they’ ?” He kept his voice natural, pretended like he doesn’t know anything. And with a swift yet careful move, he quietly barricaded the big space between the open door and the Yamapair.
That’s for safe purpose only - Jun smiled dispiritedly. He didn’t like this feeling, the guilty feeling. He moved his gaze away again. He knew his Leader would know he’s lying if he looked in the man’s eyes now. He never thought that he could hide anything from the man.
“Can I come in, Junkun?” The sudden soft voice startled the young idol “We’re freezing out here.” Ohno continued without any hesitation, imperturbably while his eyes still fixed on the youngest’s face.
“Yes” Jun answered automatically.
He didn’t have any reason to prevent the man from coming in at all. But maybe he shouldn’t say ‘yes’. He started to feel regretful for what he’d just said. Now what’s he gonna do now?! But if he said ‘No’, the man would obviously know the Aimiya pair were hiding here. It was not like he had much choice left.
Well
A frown appeared on his pretty face.
Troublesome
He stepped back from the door, revealed to the Yamapair the corridor to his house.
“Come in” the youngest said, softly. But his voice didn’t really contain any invitation at all.
He was thinking about the Aimiya pair again. He wondered if they could hear his conversation. Because if they did, he hoped, maybe some magic would occur and they would ravish into the air. Not really that mean but somehow, if they wouldn’t be in that room for a moment when the Yamapair step in, it would be the best.
He had protected them. From now on they need to protect them by themselves.
Uhnm
So troublesome
Jun casted a furtive glance over the oldest. The man was taking off his shoe.
Yabai
And then after releasing his feet from those hard pressed things, the man started setting his bare feet in the wooden terrace. Followed him was the stiff statue.
Great! Sometime I should considerate myself as stupid
A quick thought ran through his brain. He had to think fast, a way out of this. He was taking some crazy solutions that just appeared in his head into account. He was hesitated. Should he alert the Aimiya pair by making some noise?! Like kicking down the shoe case which already within his reaches?! But that maybe cause a counter effect. What if the Aimiya didn’t get his hidden attention and then jumped out?! So what’s the meaning of his entire uneasy attempt to conceal for them?!
Moreover, he could be sure he would definitely never clean the mess of the shoe case toppled over later without grumbling.
So there was just only one way out left.
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“Why Junkun is so slow?” The little magician made an aimless question to the air. Apparently, as Jun’s judgment, they seemed to know nothing that happening out there.
And then the atmosphere once again dropped to silence. There was only the sound of the lithe idol slurping on Jun’s new special dish, western-ish miso soup.
“Hey, do you hear me?!” The smaller man talked up again, quite annoyed with the fact that his friend only put his entire mind into that soup rather than his word.
“He is chatting with somebody. Why don’t they just come in the house?! Then they can have a talk comfortably that way, right?! Don’t tell me he doesn’t want to show us his friend?!! Or…-” Left his word unfinished, Nino clicked on the table impatiently. A wrinkle showed up between his eyebrows. He was thinking of something else.
“Or what? Nino?” Aiba began to ask, curiously.
It had been a while for the younger to hear his hoarse familiar voice since the only thing he did for the past 10 minutes was digging his face into the miso soup. It must be really delicious. Thought this soup was just the first attempt of Jun in trying to combine the western flavor with a Japanese traditional dish. He didn’t really mind being the first person to taste it, despite the truth that Jun only need a white mouse to test his brand new dish.
The taller looked at the magician questioning. He didn’t know if the little magician had mad at him because he hadn’t replied him earlier or not. But the younger seemed to lose his mind to some world. Although Aiba was enthusiastically waving right in front of his face, the younger’s eyes seemed to leave him to somewhere else.
But right after Aiba intended to five up on waking the magician up and started to focus back on his untouched omelette, he suddenly heard a sound of something smashed down the table and all the plates placed on it also seemed to being shaked for a bit.
Aiba lifted his chin, looked up to where the cause of the sound was and realized a wistful Nino starring in a wholly blanky space in the middle air.
The little gamer helped his body out from the chair.
“Maybe I should go and check it out. Wait here Aibachan”
With that, Nino turned his back to Aiba. But when he just about to step out the room, another uproarious yet suspicious noise was resound from the outside. First was the sound of something thudding hard against the floor, next was the strident shrill voice of Jun.
“Ohnosan, are you alright?”
“Ohchan?!!” Nino yelled out a bit. His eyes widened. He jerked his head back to face the also frowning Aiba sitting on the chair with his chopstick still stuck out from his mouth.
“They are here, Aibachan.” Trying to regain back his composure, Nino quickly ran toward the tallest then rudely pulled him up from the chair.
“We’ve gotta hide.” He said to the taller.
That was when they heard the sound of the footsteps against the wooden floor. It was coming closer and closer.
“Quickly, Aibachan” Nino whispered to the mumbled man.
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5 minutes had passes?! Or was that 10 minutes?!
Nino dedicated talked to himself. He was squatting on his haunches, surrounding him was all kind of clothes with all kind of color too.
He sure spent this much on clothes - Nino frowned, groundlessly fretted.
He started to feel pretty giddy, due to lack of fresh air of course. Having time in here, now he could be sure that no creatures can survive inside this gloomy place for half a day.
He was unable to move himself freely since there was not that much space here. Except that he still could control his left hand and definitely it was wrapping around Aiba’s mouth carefully, in order to make sure that the older wouldn’t let out an unnecessary noise.
Up to now, sitting pitifully here is the worst thing happened in his day. He still could hear of some sound out there, footsteps, mixed voices and someone yelling. Depended on all of that, he could guess what happening out there, thought it not quite clear.
And more several minutes passed. Then he couldn’t hear of anything anymore. The whole scene seemed to come back to the peaceful silence again. Thanks God, finally he could feel his respiration gradually came back to work normally.
But again, just immediately after he thought everything had been settled cleanly by the prince, another dazzle sound came, which very close to him, as if it was right next to him. Then he could feel the artificial light illumined direct to his face and the figure of someone very tall standing in front of him. A sound came to his giddy face.
“There you are.”
-End Part 2-
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Late update XD XD
Thank you so much for being my editor Dchan, Maluchan XD
This oneshot is becoming a miniseries LOL It's getting too long for word
Thank you for your all kind words in the previous parts =D It really encourage me in every way :]:]
Now I want to make friends :[ since I just realize I hardly have any fanfic-related friends at all :[ Is there anyone want to be my friend? Anyone?! :[ *sad*