On Weddings
Title: On Weddings
Rating: PG
Pairings: Aiba/Jun, Sakumoto, Ohmiya, (one-sided) Ohmiya, Aiba/OFC,
Disclaimer: Owning humans are illegal in most parts of the world (and I can't afford their fabulousness)
Summary: Series of drabble-ish, short ficlet things. All of them are unrelated.
1. Proposal
Jun didn't have experience in proposals, he just practiced. Since his awkward teenage days, little Jun would stand in front of his full-length mirror and recite words of love to his imaginary lover. He would make up scenarios in his head and take the time to find the right words. Sometimes they were marriage proposals, sometimes they were confessions. He would even practice asking the weather. Either way, Jun was well verse on what to say and how to say it romantically to nearly anyone in virtually any situation.
That's why when Aiba swooned at his out-of-practice proposal; he had plenty of courage to approach him backstage.
2. Dresses
Sakurai Sho was a little tense. What big brother wouldn't be when his cute little sister was going to get married to an evil troll who wanted nothing more than to - Sho shudders at the thought. Still, she was his littler sister and he loved her, even if she was being stupid. He gave them his blessing, meaning he didn't shoot the guy in the foot (he was a cop and knew how to use a gun well, he liked to remind her fiancé). He even went shopping with her when her maid-of-honor was out of town and she needed the dress, like now! Since she was getting the dress custom made she only really needed Sho there to nod along with her as the designer sketches her potential wedding gown.
"Hi, I'm Matsumoto Jun. I'm the head designer at Hana Yori. I will be working with you on making the wedding dress of your dreams."
The man was taller than Sho, but smaller in build. Not that he didn't have muscle, more like it was carefully hidden under flashy stylish clothing (like his huge rings.) The clothes themselves looked well made and hand tailored just right to see his small, perfectly-shaped butt flex as he bent over to pick up a piece of paper.
Maybe the wedding wouldn't be so bad after all.
3. Ring
The sunlight edged into the room through a small slit in between the curtains. The dust particles swirled in the light, not floating in any particular direction, going at their own pace. It was mostly silent save for the singing of the birds outside and the pitter-patter of the rain from the night before dripping onto the water-filled flower pot. He felt the warmth of sleep on his body, safely encased under soft pillows and even softer sheets. This early morning scene was one usually meant to show the beauty of simplicity.
Ohno wasn't too concerned with the beauty of the moment. Not the flying dead skin cells and uneven lighting on the floor. The birds were slightly annoying in their less than predictable pattern of chirping and the water dripping was irritating. It was getting too warm underneath the comforter, but the other in the bed looked far to comfortable and lacked too much sleep. Ohno didn't have the heart to wake him.
Instead, he watched Nino breathe. His expressive eyes rapidly moving behind closed lids, lips with a faint smile, the mole on his chin stationary, but no less quirky or adorable. Ohno was making a list of Nino's features and with every breath he would rewrite it because something is different every time.
Everything except Nino's left chubby hand. The only thing that didn't change was the slim gold band on Nino's ring finger. In the light, it winked at Ohno, sparkling like a diamond, even if it was cheap. Ohno looked away for half a second to find the matching on his own left ring finger.
When he returned to Nino's face, the other was awake and gave him a smile that was only meant for him.
Law be damned. They were married.
4. Music
It hurt.
The notes cut and scarred him as his heart-heavy hand trudged across the ivory keys. A cacophonous symphony radiated through the small room, empty and mournful. Callous fingers that used to delight hundreds and thousands now could only please the blissful deaf. Wasted paper balled with plenty of scratched out ink into scrap because nothing seemed right. Nothing felt right.
There was no way he could write a song for Ohno's wedding. Impossible.
5. Tears
Aiba used to think that he would never measure up to the rest of Arashi. They had dramas and movies and the Beijing Olympics and Hollywood and sex appeal and dark tans. He had a show with animals that middle school children watched. They had awards by being the Best Actor and Best Supporting Actor. He couldn't even make Jeanist. They had art exhibitions and news and piano and guitar and women at their feet. He had a boating license.
So when he entered the reception hall with his new bride in tow, he just couldn't feel jealous. He had a beautiful, wonderful wife and four best friends who were happy for him to be the first to settle down. And they didn't cry.
Especially Nino. Nino doesn't cry at weddings. Especially not at his best friend's so really shut-up and congrats.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Aiba/Jun, Sakumoto, Ohmiya, (one-sided) Ohmiya, Aiba/OFC,
Disclaimer: Owning humans are illegal in most parts of the world (and I can't afford their fabulousness)
Summary: Series of drabble-ish, short ficlet things. All of them are unrelated.
1. Proposal
Jun didn't have experience in proposals, he just practiced. Since his awkward teenage days, little Jun would stand in front of his full-length mirror and recite words of love to his imaginary lover. He would make up scenarios in his head and take the time to find the right words. Sometimes they were marriage proposals, sometimes they were confessions. He would even practice asking the weather. Either way, Jun was well verse on what to say and how to say it romantically to nearly anyone in virtually any situation.
That's why when Aiba swooned at his out-of-practice proposal; he had plenty of courage to approach him backstage.
2. Dresses
Sakurai Sho was a little tense. What big brother wouldn't be when his cute little sister was going to get married to an evil troll who wanted nothing more than to - Sho shudders at the thought. Still, she was his littler sister and he loved her, even if she was being stupid. He gave them his blessing, meaning he didn't shoot the guy in the foot (he was a cop and knew how to use a gun well, he liked to remind her fiancé). He even went shopping with her when her maid-of-honor was out of town and she needed the dress, like now! Since she was getting the dress custom made she only really needed Sho there to nod along with her as the designer sketches her potential wedding gown.
"Hi, I'm Matsumoto Jun. I'm the head designer at Hana Yori. I will be working with you on making the wedding dress of your dreams."
The man was taller than Sho, but smaller in build. Not that he didn't have muscle, more like it was carefully hidden under flashy stylish clothing (like his huge rings.) The clothes themselves looked well made and hand tailored just right to see his small, perfectly-shaped butt flex as he bent over to pick up a piece of paper.
Maybe the wedding wouldn't be so bad after all.
3. Ring
The sunlight edged into the room through a small slit in between the curtains. The dust particles swirled in the light, not floating in any particular direction, going at their own pace. It was mostly silent save for the singing of the birds outside and the pitter-patter of the rain from the night before dripping onto the water-filled flower pot. He felt the warmth of sleep on his body, safely encased under soft pillows and even softer sheets. This early morning scene was one usually meant to show the beauty of simplicity.
Ohno wasn't too concerned with the beauty of the moment. Not the flying dead skin cells and uneven lighting on the floor. The birds were slightly annoying in their less than predictable pattern of chirping and the water dripping was irritating. It was getting too warm underneath the comforter, but the other in the bed looked far to comfortable and lacked too much sleep. Ohno didn't have the heart to wake him.
Instead, he watched Nino breathe. His expressive eyes rapidly moving behind closed lids, lips with a faint smile, the mole on his chin stationary, but no less quirky or adorable. Ohno was making a list of Nino's features and with every breath he would rewrite it because something is different every time.
Everything except Nino's left chubby hand. The only thing that didn't change was the slim gold band on Nino's ring finger. In the light, it winked at Ohno, sparkling like a diamond, even if it was cheap. Ohno looked away for half a second to find the matching on his own left ring finger.
When he returned to Nino's face, the other was awake and gave him a smile that was only meant for him.
Law be damned. They were married.
4. Music
It hurt.
The notes cut and scarred him as his heart-heavy hand trudged across the ivory keys. A cacophonous symphony radiated through the small room, empty and mournful. Callous fingers that used to delight hundreds and thousands now could only please the blissful deaf. Wasted paper balled with plenty of scratched out ink into scrap because nothing seemed right. Nothing felt right.
There was no way he could write a song for Ohno's wedding. Impossible.
5. Tears
Aiba used to think that he would never measure up to the rest of Arashi. They had dramas and movies and the Beijing Olympics and Hollywood and sex appeal and dark tans. He had a show with animals that middle school children watched. They had awards by being the Best Actor and Best Supporting Actor. He couldn't even make Jeanist. They had art exhibitions and news and piano and guitar and women at their feet. He had a boating license.
So when he entered the reception hall with his new bride in tow, he just couldn't feel jealous. He had a beautiful, wonderful wife and four best friends who were happy for him to be the first to settle down. And they didn't cry.
Especially Nino. Nino doesn't cry at weddings. Especially not at his best friend's so really shut-up and congrats.