[Arashi & One Day] Drabbles
Since a bunch of folks now follow this journal for fic (thank you guys ♥), I'll post up a few drabbles I've written on my personal journal.
Also: drop a series/pairing and a prompt here, and I'll churn out something silly just for you. ♥
Drabble #1: Arashi/Kim Possible
"So basically," said Ron, eyebrows creased. "What you're saying is, Drakken kidnapped a popular boyband so he could force them to hold a big concert as a distraction, while he makes off with the newly improved weather machine, which he will then use to make a huge global storm and throw the world into chaos?"
"That is a good summary, Stoppable-san," said Kyoko the interpreter.
"And you're here because...?"
"They were filming an American hair product commercial."
"Cool, cool," Ron said, glancing over at the five boys sitting near Kyoko. "Wait, it's not for that Neck and Shoulders line is it? 'cause that whole anti-dandruff thing? Yeah, that burns the scalp something fierce. And I don't mean the good kind of fierce."
Rufus popped his head out of Ron's pants pocket. "Uh huh, yeah, bad fierce," he added, grimacing.
One of the taller boys noticed Rufus and let out a yelp of surprise.
"Oh my god it's naked," Kyoko translated.
"Riiiight, Japan doesn't have naked mole rats, huh?" Ron picked out Rufus from his pocket and showed his little friend proudly to the Japanese boys. "Rufus, popular boyband used to destroy the world. Popular boyband used to destroy the world, Rufus."
Remembering his manners, Rufus bowed deeply.
"Cute!" said a boy dressed in a T-shirt and three-quarter pants. He looked super excited to see his first naked mole rat.
In contrast, the boy who cried out looked stunned, while two smaller boys squished up against either side of him shared a mischievous grin. If Ron didn't know better, he'd call them a Japanese version of Jim and Tim.
Lounging casually in the far corner of the cage, a boy with thick eyebrows and sharp, piercing eyes said something to Kyoko. After a nod, the pretty interpreter turned back to smile at Ron. "Matsumoto-san wishes to know when Possible-san will come to save us."
"Oh yeah," said Ron, beaming. “You can always count on KP!”
"Be quiet over there!"
Drakken stormed up to their cage and gave the bars a vehement kick. "What do you think this is, a slumber party!?" he yelled. "You people are prisoners. How about acting like one!?"
The boy called Matsumoto-san spoke up again.
"What?" said Drakken, frowning. "What'd he say?"
"He said, 'oh, shut the hell up, you noisy fucker'," Kyoko said dutifully.
"What?" gasped Drakken. "Don't make me come over there and wash your mouth with soap! Hasn't your mother taught you not to swear?"
Calmly, the boy raised his hand. The Tim lookalike - or would it be Jim? - sniggered loudly.
Kyoko turned to Drakken. "I believe the pointing of the third finger indicates--"
"I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS," Drakken raged.
"Hey uh, I hate to interrupt the ladies luncheon," said a voice from somewhere near the ceiling of the lair, "But the weather machine's all set and ready to take the world by storm."
"Shego!" Drakken hissed as he headed towards a platform lift. "What did I tell you about giving lip?"
"But you make it so easy," Shego purred.
As the two began their usual bickering, Ron had to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. "Didn't you say their name means 'storm'?" he said, pointing to the boys.
"Yes," said Kyoko. “In fact, I believe their motto is to ‘take the world by storm’.”
"Wow, talk about irony."
Without warning, something overhead exploded, and pieces of glass and metal fell to the floor around them.
"Kim Possible!" Drakken yelped.
"Told you my GF would come," said Ron triumphantly. "Let's hear a boo-yah, people!"
"Boo-yah!" said Rufus, before he gave a sigh of contentment; the excitable boy was scratching his back in just the right way.
Drabble #2: Arashi/Disney (hint of Yama pair)
From the couch, Sho watched the young man pace around the living room agitatedly. The youth had been restless the entire morning - if he wasn’t rearranging the paintings on the wall, he was scrubbing obsessively at the wood floors, claiming he saw some invisible stain on the tiles.
“Max,” he said patiently. “Sit down before you drive me crazy with your, well…”
“Crazy?” Ohno supplied helpfully next to him.
“Exactly,” said Sho, flashing Ohno a soft smile.
“But I need this to be perfect,” Max said, running a nervous hand through his bangs. “It’s our first anniversary and Roxanne’s been so excited about meeting you guys, I’d hate to disappoint her.”
“What’s there to disappoint?” asked Ohno with a shrug. “We’re here.”
“Oh no, you don’t get it,” said Max. His face took on a terrified expression. “My dad has this uncanny ability to ruin everything. I mean, seriously, if my dad ever got super powers, his power would be to destroy things by pure accident!”
Ohno blinked. “Doesn’t he already do that?”
Sho sighed as Max clutched his head and sank miserably to his knees. “Look, Nino, Jun and Aiba took your father out to the mall,” he assured. “By the time he gets back, it’ll all be over.”
Looking up, Max managed a weak smile. “You think so?”
“For sure,” said Sho, mere seconds before the front door flew open and a pretty girl stepped through with a lanky man jittering excitedly at her side. Behind the man stood three shame-faced Japanese human boys - well, one shame-faced Japanese human boy; the other two looked rather pleased with themselves.
“Roxanne!?” said Max, eyes bulging. “And… and…”
“We did our best,” Aiba protested, when Sho shot him a glare.
“Take this as payback for sticking us with the guy,” Nino said, smirk widening.
“Two hours of nightmare in the underwear department,” Jun said with a shudder.
The lanky man chortled, completely unperturbed by their remarks. “Gawrsh Maxy!” he exclaimed, grabbing a sheepish Roxanne by the shoulders. “Ya coulda told me you were havin’ Roxanne over! But don’t you worry, son, your old man’s here and he’s gonna make this day perfect for ya!”
Eyes still bulging wildly, Max Goof screamed.
Drabble #3: Silly 2PM Junbros/Chanho in Japan
“You have pretty eyes,” Junsu said in accented Japanese.
“Uh Junsu?” said Junho awkwardly. “Some personal space here?”
Reluctantly, Junsu broke his intense stare into Junho’s eyes and drew away. He tapped at the earphone in his ear. “Just practising my Japanese tapes,” he explained.
“Really?” Junho said, perking up with interest. “So what did that mean?”
“Um…”
“You have a fat ass,” said Chansung, sliding into the seat next to Junho.
“What no!” Junsu objected when the smaller boy frowned.
Grinning, Chansung threw an arm round Junho’s shoulders. “When did you get so cute?” he drawled in Japanese.
“Okay,” said Junho, rolling his eyes. “You’ve used that so much in interviews, I know that one.”
“That’s the point,” said Chansung, pulling Junho closer to his side.
“Hey,” hissed Junsu, reaching over to shove Chansung’s arm off. “You’re not the only one with Japanese pick-up lines.”
“Why would you even need Japanese pick-up lines?” Junho snorted.
“Same reason why Taecyeon-hyung uses English,” Chansung said, raising an eyebrow challengingly at Junsu as he draped his arm back on. “Adds to the charm.”
“At least I can speak English too,” Junsu said through clenched teeth. He rose from his seat across the table and moved to the empty chair on Junho’s free side.
“Barely,” said Chansung. Then he narrowed his eyes when Junsu snaked an arm round Junho over his. “Let go, hyung.”
“You let go,” said Junsu, smirking.
“Ladies first.”
“Oh ooh, that really hurt.”
“Guys,” Junho said, looking vaguely panicked as the muscular arms around his shoulders tightened into a painful squeeze. “You’re starting to freak me out now.”
Behind them, Taecyeon was eagerly taking bets from the staff and members in the dressing room.
Drabble #4: One Day Under the Sea AU (for aegistheia)
There was some kind of party going on in their secret cove. Hard-shelled crustaceans were stirring up sand on the sea floor with their mambo moves, while assorted fishes circled in a defined pattern, fins brushing against each other as they passed. Even the proud seahorses were spinning about, blowing bubbles all over the place. In the middle of the dancing creatures whirled four merboys, singing at the top of their voices. One, in particular, was shaking vigorously enough to leave tiny whirlpools in his wake.
Bags of stolen goods swung over their shoulders, a group of dirty-looking merboys could only watch the festivities in stunned silence.
"Is that blowfish blowing a trumpet?" said Nichkhun, eyes wide. He was the newest member of their gang of orphans; Wooyoung had found him crying, all alone, three missions ago.
"They sing pretty nice," Junsu said, snapping his fingers. "Catchy beat, too."
"I wonder how they found our cove," said Taecyeon. He paused, before raising an eyebrow at a merboy who looked just as large as he was.
"It's not me this time, I swear!" Chansung protested.
One of the smaller merboys flicked his tail irritably, a deep scowl on his face. "Whoever it is," he said fiercely, "They're trespassing."
"You said it, Junho," the other small one said cheerily. "Time for an old-fashioned brawl fest, huh?"
"Wooyoung," Nichkhun said. "Fighting isn't always the answer."
"If we're gonna fight, I'll lead," Taecyeon said, ignoring the new recruit.
After a quick discussion on their battle strategy, the gang swam off to bury their bags under a giant reef, before spreading out and discreetly surrounding the cove. There was a moment - Chansung was almost distracted by the smell of food drifting out from inside, but Junho managed to drag him away at the last minute. When Taecyeon was satisfied that all the members were in position, he stuck his fingers into his mouth and took a deep breath.
At the sound of a piercing whistle, the orphans attacked.
Picking up any rocks they could find, they threw the projectiles with all their might. Pandemonium ensued as the sea creatures ceased their dancing and scattered, some screaming in pain as the rocks found their mark. When the dust finally settled, only four young merboys were left floating in the middle of the cove, looking slightly terrified.
"W-What's going on?" one of them asked.
"That's our line," Junho said, bouncing a rock menacingly in his hand. "Who are you and how did you find our cove?"
"It's supposed to be secret," Chansung added.
"I think they got that part," Wooyoung snorted.
"You should say these things clearly. Like the time you said not to touch your seaweed crackers."
Wooyoung shot Chansung a look of exasperation. "How much clearer do I have to be!?"
"Touching isn't quite the same as eating," the big merboy said firmly.
"Obviously you have to touch the bloody things to-- ow!" Wooyoung yelped suddenly, rubbing at the side of his head.
Calmly, Junho picked up another rock. "As I was saying..."
"Excuse me," said a merboy, raising his hand. He was shorter than Chansung and Taecyeon, but his bare chest was every bit as muscular. "Permission to speak?"
Junho turned to Taecyeon, who nodded. "Go ahead," said Junho.
"We didn't know this cove was used," the merboy said quietly. "All we wanted was a place to practise for a big concert next week."
"Our parents kicked us out," another merboy piped up. Despite his size, this one looked younger than the other three.
"I knew parents were bad business," Chansung muttered darkly.
"So you didn't touch anything?" Wooyoung said, shoving at Chansung to silence him.
"Not a single thing," said the muscular merboy. "Except well, the kitchen, but that was only because some of our audience started feeling peckish."
The orphans exchanged glances, reaching a silent agreement. For the most part, the four merboys looked harmless, and more importantly, they didn't seem to be aware that the cove was a treasure chest of stolen items. It was all right for them to stay - for now.
"Loved your singing," Junsu said, flashing a grin at them. "Think you could do another performance for us?"
Sensing that it was safe now, the smallest merboy of the four returned the grin, lips curving from ear to ear. "Only if you'll dance with us," he said cheerfully, spinning on the spot and creating a whirlpool round his slender figure. "I'm Jo Kwon, nice to meet you!"
Also: drop a series/pairing and a prompt here, and I'll churn out something silly just for you. ♥
Drabble #1: Arashi/Kim Possible
"So basically," said Ron, eyebrows creased. "What you're saying is, Drakken kidnapped a popular boyband so he could force them to hold a big concert as a distraction, while he makes off with the newly improved weather machine, which he will then use to make a huge global storm and throw the world into chaos?"
"That is a good summary, Stoppable-san," said Kyoko the interpreter.
"And you're here because...?"
"They were filming an American hair product commercial."
"Cool, cool," Ron said, glancing over at the five boys sitting near Kyoko. "Wait, it's not for that Neck and Shoulders line is it? 'cause that whole anti-dandruff thing? Yeah, that burns the scalp something fierce. And I don't mean the good kind of fierce."
Rufus popped his head out of Ron's pants pocket. "Uh huh, yeah, bad fierce," he added, grimacing.
One of the taller boys noticed Rufus and let out a yelp of surprise.
"Oh my god it's naked," Kyoko translated.
"Riiiight, Japan doesn't have naked mole rats, huh?" Ron picked out Rufus from his pocket and showed his little friend proudly to the Japanese boys. "Rufus, popular boyband used to destroy the world. Popular boyband used to destroy the world, Rufus."
Remembering his manners, Rufus bowed deeply.
"Cute!" said a boy dressed in a T-shirt and three-quarter pants. He looked super excited to see his first naked mole rat.
In contrast, the boy who cried out looked stunned, while two smaller boys squished up against either side of him shared a mischievous grin. If Ron didn't know better, he'd call them a Japanese version of Jim and Tim.
Lounging casually in the far corner of the cage, a boy with thick eyebrows and sharp, piercing eyes said something to Kyoko. After a nod, the pretty interpreter turned back to smile at Ron. "Matsumoto-san wishes to know when Possible-san will come to save us."
"Oh yeah," said Ron, beaming. “You can always count on KP!”
"Be quiet over there!"
Drakken stormed up to their cage and gave the bars a vehement kick. "What do you think this is, a slumber party!?" he yelled. "You people are prisoners. How about acting like one!?"
The boy called Matsumoto-san spoke up again.
"What?" said Drakken, frowning. "What'd he say?"
"He said, 'oh, shut the hell up, you noisy fucker'," Kyoko said dutifully.
"What?" gasped Drakken. "Don't make me come over there and wash your mouth with soap! Hasn't your mother taught you not to swear?"
Calmly, the boy raised his hand. The Tim lookalike - or would it be Jim? - sniggered loudly.
Kyoko turned to Drakken. "I believe the pointing of the third finger indicates--"
"I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS," Drakken raged.
"Hey uh, I hate to interrupt the ladies luncheon," said a voice from somewhere near the ceiling of the lair, "But the weather machine's all set and ready to take the world by storm."
"Shego!" Drakken hissed as he headed towards a platform lift. "What did I tell you about giving lip?"
"But you make it so easy," Shego purred.
As the two began their usual bickering, Ron had to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. "Didn't you say their name means 'storm'?" he said, pointing to the boys.
"Yes," said Kyoko. “In fact, I believe their motto is to ‘take the world by storm’.”
"Wow, talk about irony."
Without warning, something overhead exploded, and pieces of glass and metal fell to the floor around them.
"Kim Possible!" Drakken yelped.
"Told you my GF would come," said Ron triumphantly. "Let's hear a boo-yah, people!"
"Boo-yah!" said Rufus, before he gave a sigh of contentment; the excitable boy was scratching his back in just the right way.
Drabble #2: Arashi/Disney (hint of Yama pair)
From the couch, Sho watched the young man pace around the living room agitatedly. The youth had been restless the entire morning - if he wasn’t rearranging the paintings on the wall, he was scrubbing obsessively at the wood floors, claiming he saw some invisible stain on the tiles.
“Max,” he said patiently. “Sit down before you drive me crazy with your, well…”
“Crazy?” Ohno supplied helpfully next to him.
“Exactly,” said Sho, flashing Ohno a soft smile.
“But I need this to be perfect,” Max said, running a nervous hand through his bangs. “It’s our first anniversary and Roxanne’s been so excited about meeting you guys, I’d hate to disappoint her.”
“What’s there to disappoint?” asked Ohno with a shrug. “We’re here.”
“Oh no, you don’t get it,” said Max. His face took on a terrified expression. “My dad has this uncanny ability to ruin everything. I mean, seriously, if my dad ever got super powers, his power would be to destroy things by pure accident!”
Ohno blinked. “Doesn’t he already do that?”
Sho sighed as Max clutched his head and sank miserably to his knees. “Look, Nino, Jun and Aiba took your father out to the mall,” he assured. “By the time he gets back, it’ll all be over.”
Looking up, Max managed a weak smile. “You think so?”
“For sure,” said Sho, mere seconds before the front door flew open and a pretty girl stepped through with a lanky man jittering excitedly at her side. Behind the man stood three shame-faced Japanese human boys - well, one shame-faced Japanese human boy; the other two looked rather pleased with themselves.
“Roxanne!?” said Max, eyes bulging. “And… and…”
“We did our best,” Aiba protested, when Sho shot him a glare.
“Take this as payback for sticking us with the guy,” Nino said, smirk widening.
“Two hours of nightmare in the underwear department,” Jun said with a shudder.
The lanky man chortled, completely unperturbed by their remarks. “Gawrsh Maxy!” he exclaimed, grabbing a sheepish Roxanne by the shoulders. “Ya coulda told me you were havin’ Roxanne over! But don’t you worry, son, your old man’s here and he’s gonna make this day perfect for ya!”
Eyes still bulging wildly, Max Goof screamed.
Drabble #3: Silly 2PM Junbros/Chanho in Japan
“You have pretty eyes,” Junsu said in accented Japanese.
“Uh Junsu?” said Junho awkwardly. “Some personal space here?”
Reluctantly, Junsu broke his intense stare into Junho’s eyes and drew away. He tapped at the earphone in his ear. “Just practising my Japanese tapes,” he explained.
“Really?” Junho said, perking up with interest. “So what did that mean?”
“Um…”
“You have a fat ass,” said Chansung, sliding into the seat next to Junho.
“What no!” Junsu objected when the smaller boy frowned.
Grinning, Chansung threw an arm round Junho’s shoulders. “When did you get so cute?” he drawled in Japanese.
“Okay,” said Junho, rolling his eyes. “You’ve used that so much in interviews, I know that one.”
“That’s the point,” said Chansung, pulling Junho closer to his side.
“Hey,” hissed Junsu, reaching over to shove Chansung’s arm off. “You’re not the only one with Japanese pick-up lines.”
“Why would you even need Japanese pick-up lines?” Junho snorted.
“Same reason why Taecyeon-hyung uses English,” Chansung said, raising an eyebrow challengingly at Junsu as he draped his arm back on. “Adds to the charm.”
“At least I can speak English too,” Junsu said through clenched teeth. He rose from his seat across the table and moved to the empty chair on Junho’s free side.
“Barely,” said Chansung. Then he narrowed his eyes when Junsu snaked an arm round Junho over his. “Let go, hyung.”
“You let go,” said Junsu, smirking.
“Ladies first.”
“Oh ooh, that really hurt.”
“Guys,” Junho said, looking vaguely panicked as the muscular arms around his shoulders tightened into a painful squeeze. “You’re starting to freak me out now.”
Behind them, Taecyeon was eagerly taking bets from the staff and members in the dressing room.
Drabble #4: One Day Under the Sea AU (for aegistheia)
There was some kind of party going on in their secret cove. Hard-shelled crustaceans were stirring up sand on the sea floor with their mambo moves, while assorted fishes circled in a defined pattern, fins brushing against each other as they passed. Even the proud seahorses were spinning about, blowing bubbles all over the place. In the middle of the dancing creatures whirled four merboys, singing at the top of their voices. One, in particular, was shaking vigorously enough to leave tiny whirlpools in his wake.
Bags of stolen goods swung over their shoulders, a group of dirty-looking merboys could only watch the festivities in stunned silence.
"Is that blowfish blowing a trumpet?" said Nichkhun, eyes wide. He was the newest member of their gang of orphans; Wooyoung had found him crying, all alone, three missions ago.
"They sing pretty nice," Junsu said, snapping his fingers. "Catchy beat, too."
"I wonder how they found our cove," said Taecyeon. He paused, before raising an eyebrow at a merboy who looked just as large as he was.
"It's not me this time, I swear!" Chansung protested.
One of the smaller merboys flicked his tail irritably, a deep scowl on his face. "Whoever it is," he said fiercely, "They're trespassing."
"You said it, Junho," the other small one said cheerily. "Time for an old-fashioned brawl fest, huh?"
"Wooyoung," Nichkhun said. "Fighting isn't always the answer."
"If we're gonna fight, I'll lead," Taecyeon said, ignoring the new recruit.
After a quick discussion on their battle strategy, the gang swam off to bury their bags under a giant reef, before spreading out and discreetly surrounding the cove. There was a moment - Chansung was almost distracted by the smell of food drifting out from inside, but Junho managed to drag him away at the last minute. When Taecyeon was satisfied that all the members were in position, he stuck his fingers into his mouth and took a deep breath.
At the sound of a piercing whistle, the orphans attacked.
Picking up any rocks they could find, they threw the projectiles with all their might. Pandemonium ensued as the sea creatures ceased their dancing and scattered, some screaming in pain as the rocks found their mark. When the dust finally settled, only four young merboys were left floating in the middle of the cove, looking slightly terrified.
"W-What's going on?" one of them asked.
"That's our line," Junho said, bouncing a rock menacingly in his hand. "Who are you and how did you find our cove?"
"It's supposed to be secret," Chansung added.
"I think they got that part," Wooyoung snorted.
"You should say these things clearly. Like the time you said not to touch your seaweed crackers."
Wooyoung shot Chansung a look of exasperation. "How much clearer do I have to be!?"
"Touching isn't quite the same as eating," the big merboy said firmly.
"Obviously you have to touch the bloody things to-- ow!" Wooyoung yelped suddenly, rubbing at the side of his head.
Calmly, Junho picked up another rock. "As I was saying..."
"Excuse me," said a merboy, raising his hand. He was shorter than Chansung and Taecyeon, but his bare chest was every bit as muscular. "Permission to speak?"
Junho turned to Taecyeon, who nodded. "Go ahead," said Junho.
"We didn't know this cove was used," the merboy said quietly. "All we wanted was a place to practise for a big concert next week."
"Our parents kicked us out," another merboy piped up. Despite his size, this one looked younger than the other three.
"I knew parents were bad business," Chansung muttered darkly.
"So you didn't touch anything?" Wooyoung said, shoving at Chansung to silence him.
"Not a single thing," said the muscular merboy. "Except well, the kitchen, but that was only because some of our audience started feeling peckish."
The orphans exchanged glances, reaching a silent agreement. For the most part, the four merboys looked harmless, and more importantly, they didn't seem to be aware that the cove was a treasure chest of stolen items. It was all right for them to stay - for now.
"Loved your singing," Junsu said, flashing a grin at them. "Think you could do another performance for us?"
Sensing that it was safe now, the smallest merboy of the four returned the grin, lips curving from ear to ear. "Only if you'll dance with us," he said cheerfully, spinning on the spot and creating a whirlpool round his slender figure. "I'm Jo Kwon, nice to meet you!"