To see the light of day (Arashi)
Title: To see the light of day
Pairing: None; Nino/Arashi friendship
Rating: G
Summary/Notes: Prompt by saturn-necklace ages ago. I finally got around to writing it. It's just a simple Nino-centric and introspective look at rain, friendship and Arashi.
He wouldn't say he liked the rain per se, but if he had to admit it (or perhaps, more accurately, if anyone were to ask), the sound of raindrops was quite soothing. He certainly wouldn't say it was soothing in that 'it heals my pain' kind of way (because that was, quite frankly, disturbing, and if you were of the opinion rain healed your pain, pain was the least of your worries).
Regardless, though, he found it quite pleasant (when pleasant was used in it's loosest manner), particularly as the summer drew to an end and autumn began. He supposed it was both somewhat melancholy and romantic to enjoy (no matter the extent) a walk in the rain, armed with a suitably sized umbrella. That said though, sharing an umbrella, regardless of whom it was with, did not appeal in the slightest; he couldn't say he enjoyed the thought of arriving back at a house half soaked through to the bone. It effectively ruined any kind of romantic mood he might have otherwise been in (clothes clinging to ones body was only attractive if you weren't freezing as a result of it, or you wanted to be wet. Otherwise? Absolutely not).
The days that he enjoyed the rain were far fewer than the days he didn't. He wasn't even sure of a pattern (occasionally Nino would wonder about such things, much like the infrequent manner in which he enjoyed less than pleasant weather phenomena). As far as he could personally tell, those things that affected moods were disgustingly hard to tell, and the same thing that amused him one day, would irritate him the next and far from finding such shifts in opinion interesting, he found them incredibly annoying.
If there was one thing he quite liked in his life, it was a vague sense of continuity. He wouldn't say he liked routine - an unchanging and methodical way of going through life - per se, since that would become incredibly boring, incredibly quickly, but he did like to have each day to have something to link it to those that came before it. He supposed, really, that was why he managed to enjoy his work as an idol, otherwise the desire to quit would have won years ago.
He watched a raindrop roll down a window, it's path not quite straight (as a child, he had wondered why this was, but he had never been curious enough to look it up, much like the question of 'how did they work out best before dates'. It was something you may wonder, but should never ask, as far as he was concerned). As his chosen raindrop reached the bottom of the window, Nino flopped back on his sofa, shooting the muted TV a cursory glance. Rainy days always made him think of Sundays, wasted days off and unenjoyable interviews and TV shootings.
Ever since he was a child, he had thought of Sundays as rather irritating days; they were that day before you had to go back to school, the one that sounded so lovely since it was after Saturday. You could catch up on sleep, spend another day with your friends, but it really wasn't the case. It was the day reserved for coming home early, doing homework that should have already been completed, and for often boring family visits. Rain seemed a fitting accompaniment, he had always thought.
It hadn't been until he was a late teen that he had begun to appreciate rain. Although, that, perhaps, wasn't quite the right way of phrasing it; it wasn't that he appreciated the rain, he appreciated what came after the rain (since joining Arashi, rainbows held a special place in his heart, and although he would never say it, it was one of the reasons 'Niji' had turned out in the manner it had. He had a sneaking suspicion the others had picked up on that fact, but he was thankful of the fact that they had said nothing). And, although it was probably overly indulgent of him, he quite liked the fact that the rain seemed to start the day anew again (providing it did, in fact, cease before nightfall. Nino detested night rain. For one, it made it difficult to sleep and was one of the few times that he found the sound of falling rain completely and utterly infuriating).
These were, however, sentiments that were unlikely to see the light of day. He wasn't particularly of one opinion or the other when it came to nature vs nurture; if pressed, he'd probably say they were of equal value, but it didn't particularly matter because either way, you were still the person you were. Finding that one had more of an impact wasn't suddenly going to change a person nor human existence and as such, shouldn't people focus on slightly more important problems if they were going to bother with such a line of questioning. However, he did think that his situation as a child growing up, and his own awareness of the world and others as a whole (which, much to his chagrin had emerged a little too late for his liking. One, as a child, wasn't innately aware of people and their feelings), had resulted in his rather shrewd personality. He didn't like to give people anything, whether it be objects or about him as a person unless it was clear that he was going to get something back. He didn't mean this in a material sense, he meant it in an emotional sense; friendship, trust. Those highly valued ideas that were difficult to find.
As his phone vibrated against the arm of the sofa, he glanced towards it, a vaguely amused smirk finding its way to his lips. The email was inconsequential, something which was silly but the simple fact that it had been sent said more than anything else.
Before Arashi, he'd thought that friendship might be something similar to rain; fleeting and interspersed with sadness (becoming a Johnny had seemed to compound this fact. He'd had friends he thought he'd never lose, but they had become spiteful over his growing fame and now, Nino was glad he'd cut his losses). At the risk of being more than overly sentimental (which was why such things were never said), Arashi had managed to give him more than an appreciation of rain (in keeping with his own personal metaphor, because actually spelling the sentence out, even in his own mind, was too sickly sweet).
As he shut his phone after sending a suitably, in his mind, sarcastic reply, he decided that really, it was good that he didn't need to spell it out to the others, that they understood it on their own.
Pairing: None; Nino/Arashi friendship
Rating: G
Summary/Notes: Prompt by saturn-necklace ages ago. I finally got around to writing it. It's just a simple Nino-centric and introspective look at rain, friendship and Arashi.
He wouldn't say he liked the rain per se, but if he had to admit it (or perhaps, more accurately, if anyone were to ask), the sound of raindrops was quite soothing. He certainly wouldn't say it was soothing in that 'it heals my pain' kind of way (because that was, quite frankly, disturbing, and if you were of the opinion rain healed your pain, pain was the least of your worries).
Regardless, though, he found it quite pleasant (when pleasant was used in it's loosest manner), particularly as the summer drew to an end and autumn began. He supposed it was both somewhat melancholy and romantic to enjoy (no matter the extent) a walk in the rain, armed with a suitably sized umbrella. That said though, sharing an umbrella, regardless of whom it was with, did not appeal in the slightest; he couldn't say he enjoyed the thought of arriving back at a house half soaked through to the bone. It effectively ruined any kind of romantic mood he might have otherwise been in (clothes clinging to ones body was only attractive if you weren't freezing as a result of it, or you wanted to be wet. Otherwise? Absolutely not).
The days that he enjoyed the rain were far fewer than the days he didn't. He wasn't even sure of a pattern (occasionally Nino would wonder about such things, much like the infrequent manner in which he enjoyed less than pleasant weather phenomena). As far as he could personally tell, those things that affected moods were disgustingly hard to tell, and the same thing that amused him one day, would irritate him the next and far from finding such shifts in opinion interesting, he found them incredibly annoying.
If there was one thing he quite liked in his life, it was a vague sense of continuity. He wouldn't say he liked routine - an unchanging and methodical way of going through life - per se, since that would become incredibly boring, incredibly quickly, but he did like to have each day to have something to link it to those that came before it. He supposed, really, that was why he managed to enjoy his work as an idol, otherwise the desire to quit would have won years ago.
He watched a raindrop roll down a window, it's path not quite straight (as a child, he had wondered why this was, but he had never been curious enough to look it up, much like the question of 'how did they work out best before dates'. It was something you may wonder, but should never ask, as far as he was concerned). As his chosen raindrop reached the bottom of the window, Nino flopped back on his sofa, shooting the muted TV a cursory glance. Rainy days always made him think of Sundays, wasted days off and unenjoyable interviews and TV shootings.
Ever since he was a child, he had thought of Sundays as rather irritating days; they were that day before you had to go back to school, the one that sounded so lovely since it was after Saturday. You could catch up on sleep, spend another day with your friends, but it really wasn't the case. It was the day reserved for coming home early, doing homework that should have already been completed, and for often boring family visits. Rain seemed a fitting accompaniment, he had always thought.
It hadn't been until he was a late teen that he had begun to appreciate rain. Although, that, perhaps, wasn't quite the right way of phrasing it; it wasn't that he appreciated the rain, he appreciated what came after the rain (since joining Arashi, rainbows held a special place in his heart, and although he would never say it, it was one of the reasons 'Niji' had turned out in the manner it had. He had a sneaking suspicion the others had picked up on that fact, but he was thankful of the fact that they had said nothing). And, although it was probably overly indulgent of him, he quite liked the fact that the rain seemed to start the day anew again (providing it did, in fact, cease before nightfall. Nino detested night rain. For one, it made it difficult to sleep and was one of the few times that he found the sound of falling rain completely and utterly infuriating).
These were, however, sentiments that were unlikely to see the light of day. He wasn't particularly of one opinion or the other when it came to nature vs nurture; if pressed, he'd probably say they were of equal value, but it didn't particularly matter because either way, you were still the person you were. Finding that one had more of an impact wasn't suddenly going to change a person nor human existence and as such, shouldn't people focus on slightly more important problems if they were going to bother with such a line of questioning. However, he did think that his situation as a child growing up, and his own awareness of the world and others as a whole (which, much to his chagrin had emerged a little too late for his liking. One, as a child, wasn't innately aware of people and their feelings), had resulted in his rather shrewd personality. He didn't like to give people anything, whether it be objects or about him as a person unless it was clear that he was going to get something back. He didn't mean this in a material sense, he meant it in an emotional sense; friendship, trust. Those highly valued ideas that were difficult to find.
As his phone vibrated against the arm of the sofa, he glanced towards it, a vaguely amused smirk finding its way to his lips. The email was inconsequential, something which was silly but the simple fact that it had been sent said more than anything else.
Before Arashi, he'd thought that friendship might be something similar to rain; fleeting and interspersed with sadness (becoming a Johnny had seemed to compound this fact. He'd had friends he thought he'd never lose, but they had become spiteful over his growing fame and now, Nino was glad he'd cut his losses). At the risk of being more than overly sentimental (which was why such things were never said), Arashi had managed to give him more than an appreciation of rain (in keeping with his own personal metaphor, because actually spelling the sentence out, even in his own mind, was too sickly sweet).
As he shut his phone after sending a suitably, in his mind, sarcastic reply, he decided that really, it was good that he didn't need to spell it out to the others, that they understood it on their own.