[One-shot] Staying Strong
I like writing inspiring one-shots. I don't know why it's always about inspiration... :P Lately, I've been dreaming about weird things. I think my brain is going fanfic overload.. Anyways, enjoy this short and sweet one-shot. Now, I've written one-shots with at least one member from Arashi.
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Staying Strong
When I open my eyes and then close them. I would always see the same image, a white hospital room.
Ever since I was little, I’ve always had a weak heart. I was born with one. God chose me and few other people to have this condition.
I never had the experience of going outside or doing any extreme activities. I always stayed in my bed and roamed around the hospital. Looking for other children to play with me.
Unfortunately, those children’s stay at the hospital did not last very long. I would try to make new friends as my old friends moved out or passed away. I never had a single friend who was always there for me.
How can such a person have the strength to move on? I always ask myself this question. My parents are too busy to visit me time to time. I have no friends because I couldn’t attend school. The nurses and doctors are my only friends, but I feel like they have to be friends with me because they pity me.
Before I went into surgery, I watched a show on TV. There was a boy band hosting the show. It was a charity TV show that always airs at the end of August. In 2004, that’s when I met them. Those people inspired me to stay strong and healthy.
There are from a famous agency that only hires boys to become actors, singers and dancers. Johnny’s Jimusho. How can a company have so many amazing people? The owner must have psychic powers.
The boy band is called Arashi. Meaning storm. I guess they did cause a storm. They made my feelings towards my health change.
One guy made me feel special. He would always come rushing in my room if I was really sick or had a high fever. He would always smile at me. I never thought that we were meant to be together.
I’ve told you my inspiration. What is yours? Your parents? Your friends or your dog? Who inspired you to become what you are today?
~*~
I met him last year. I attended a concert with my doctor’s permission. My nurse, Miki bought tickets for me. She had to come with me because just incase of another heart failure, she could do CPR for me quickly.
I walked into the concert venue. It was packed with squealing girls and uchiwas flying into my face. I never expected people to be crazy over them.
I always admired them from far away, as any other person would do. Listen to their songs, watch their TV shows and watch their dramas and movies.
I wasn’t a crazed fan like many girls in Japan. I was more like a person who liked them. I didn’t have posters hanging in my room or a girl who would buy their photos. I just liked their music, which inspired me.
Miki and I walked towards a seat in the back. I was excited to watch them live from far away.
As the lights dimmed down, music started to play and they came out. I enjoyed the concert. I heard them singing live which was totally different from hearing them on cds. They were truly amazing singers and their dances flowed through their music. The concert ended and I started to feel my heart beating slower.
“Miki, I need some water.” I held onto my shirt. My heart started to slow down and I started to feel pain coming back to me.
We got out of the concert area and I sat on a bench in front of a vending machine. Miki bought a bottle of water and opened it quickly for me.
I drank out of it and the pain slowly started to go away. I looked around me. No one was there because all the concert goods were sold out. And the security didn’t notice that Miki and me were still there.
I took another drink from the water bottle. Then I heard footsteps coming closer. “Ah..” Miki muttered. I turned around to see someone I admired standing behind me.
“I thought the security guards kicked everyone out..” He said to me. Miki and me shook our heads and I felt the pain coming back.
I fell onto the cold floor. Clutching onto my shirt. I shouldn’t have came to their concert. I should have just stayed in the hospital and this problem wouldn't happen to me. I saw Miki quickly opening her bag with her medical things.
“Call the ambulance. She is going into heart failure.” Miki shouted to him. He nodded his head quickly and took out his cell phone.
“Miki..” I whispered to her. She looked at me and turned me so I was facing to the ceiling. She started to do CPR on me.
My eyes started to blur. Then I slowly close my eyes, hoping that I was finally going into heaven.
~*~
I slowly opened my eyes and then I squinted them. Ah, that bright light. I used my hands to cover my eyes from the light.
“Natsumi-chan, thank goodness.” I saw Miki on my left. She sighed and said. “I thought I lost you.” She smiled at me. I’m not in heaven? I must be at the hospital.
“Are you okay?” I heard a new voice. A voice that I couldn’t recognize.
I blinked my eyes and I couldn’t believe he was sitting beside me.
“Aiba-san..” I muttered. He smiled at me and grabbed my hand and held on to it.
“I’m glad that you recovered from that heart failure.” I gave him a weak smile.
“It’s all thanks to you and Arashi.” He cocked his head to me. I straighten my back. I reached over and grabbed my cds. I showed him all the cds that I had that were from them.
“Your music inspires me to stay strong and healthy. And your shows brighten me up. Without you giving me inspiration, I wouldn't be here today.” He smiled and held my hand tighter.
“I’m glad that we inspire you. And thank you for coming to Arashi’s concert.” I smiled and giggled.
“That will be my first and last concert that I will attend. I’m glad that it was an Arashi concert.” He smiled and kissed me on my cheek.
“When I come here and see you, somehow my heart feels different.” He shook his head.
I cocked my head and smiled. “When you want to talk, I’ll be here. I won’t be going anywhere. I’ll always be here.” We smiled to each other.
You're searching, always searching,
for the song you want to sing forever.
When everything does not go well,
you just sing the encouraging song.
-YOUR SONG by Arashi
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Staying Strong
When I open my eyes and then close them. I would always see the same image, a white hospital room.
Ever since I was little, I’ve always had a weak heart. I was born with one. God chose me and few other people to have this condition.
I never had the experience of going outside or doing any extreme activities. I always stayed in my bed and roamed around the hospital. Looking for other children to play with me.
Unfortunately, those children’s stay at the hospital did not last very long. I would try to make new friends as my old friends moved out or passed away. I never had a single friend who was always there for me.
How can such a person have the strength to move on? I always ask myself this question. My parents are too busy to visit me time to time. I have no friends because I couldn’t attend school. The nurses and doctors are my only friends, but I feel like they have to be friends with me because they pity me.
Before I went into surgery, I watched a show on TV. There was a boy band hosting the show. It was a charity TV show that always airs at the end of August. In 2004, that’s when I met them. Those people inspired me to stay strong and healthy.
There are from a famous agency that only hires boys to become actors, singers and dancers. Johnny’s Jimusho. How can a company have so many amazing people? The owner must have psychic powers.
The boy band is called Arashi. Meaning storm. I guess they did cause a storm. They made my feelings towards my health change.
One guy made me feel special. He would always come rushing in my room if I was really sick or had a high fever. He would always smile at me. I never thought that we were meant to be together.
I’ve told you my inspiration. What is yours? Your parents? Your friends or your dog? Who inspired you to become what you are today?
~*~
I met him last year. I attended a concert with my doctor’s permission. My nurse, Miki bought tickets for me. She had to come with me because just incase of another heart failure, she could do CPR for me quickly.
I walked into the concert venue. It was packed with squealing girls and uchiwas flying into my face. I never expected people to be crazy over them.
I always admired them from far away, as any other person would do. Listen to their songs, watch their TV shows and watch their dramas and movies.
I wasn’t a crazed fan like many girls in Japan. I was more like a person who liked them. I didn’t have posters hanging in my room or a girl who would buy their photos. I just liked their music, which inspired me.
Miki and I walked towards a seat in the back. I was excited to watch them live from far away.
As the lights dimmed down, music started to play and they came out. I enjoyed the concert. I heard them singing live which was totally different from hearing them on cds. They were truly amazing singers and their dances flowed through their music. The concert ended and I started to feel my heart beating slower.
“Miki, I need some water.” I held onto my shirt. My heart started to slow down and I started to feel pain coming back to me.
We got out of the concert area and I sat on a bench in front of a vending machine. Miki bought a bottle of water and opened it quickly for me.
I drank out of it and the pain slowly started to go away. I looked around me. No one was there because all the concert goods were sold out. And the security didn’t notice that Miki and me were still there.
I took another drink from the water bottle. Then I heard footsteps coming closer. “Ah..” Miki muttered. I turned around to see someone I admired standing behind me.
“I thought the security guards kicked everyone out..” He said to me. Miki and me shook our heads and I felt the pain coming back.
I fell onto the cold floor. Clutching onto my shirt. I shouldn’t have came to their concert. I should have just stayed in the hospital and this problem wouldn't happen to me. I saw Miki quickly opening her bag with her medical things.
“Call the ambulance. She is going into heart failure.” Miki shouted to him. He nodded his head quickly and took out his cell phone.
“Miki..” I whispered to her. She looked at me and turned me so I was facing to the ceiling. She started to do CPR on me.
My eyes started to blur. Then I slowly close my eyes, hoping that I was finally going into heaven.
~*~
I slowly opened my eyes and then I squinted them. Ah, that bright light. I used my hands to cover my eyes from the light.
“Natsumi-chan, thank goodness.” I saw Miki on my left. She sighed and said. “I thought I lost you.” She smiled at me. I’m not in heaven? I must be at the hospital.
“Are you okay?” I heard a new voice. A voice that I couldn’t recognize.
I blinked my eyes and I couldn’t believe he was sitting beside me.
“Aiba-san..” I muttered. He smiled at me and grabbed my hand and held on to it.
“I’m glad that you recovered from that heart failure.” I gave him a weak smile.
“It’s all thanks to you and Arashi.” He cocked his head to me. I straighten my back. I reached over and grabbed my cds. I showed him all the cds that I had that were from them.
“Your music inspires me to stay strong and healthy. And your shows brighten me up. Without you giving me inspiration, I wouldn't be here today.” He smiled and held my hand tighter.
“I’m glad that we inspire you. And thank you for coming to Arashi’s concert.” I smiled and giggled.
“That will be my first and last concert that I will attend. I’m glad that it was an Arashi concert.” He smiled and kissed me on my cheek.
“When I come here and see you, somehow my heart feels different.” He shook his head.
I cocked my head and smiled. “When you want to talk, I’ll be here. I won’t be going anywhere. I’ll always be here.” We smiled to each other.
You're searching, always searching,
for the song you want to sing forever.
When everything does not go well,
you just sing the encouraging song.
-YOUR SONG by Arashi