Nino's Hair: The Common Fetish
Oneshot or 4 drabbles: 1537 twc
Pairs: Four of them, perhaps, all involving Nino...
Rating: G to Pg-13 (nakedness, and suggestive shampooing...)
Genre: Crack, comedy (?) fluff....and more crack.
DC: I don't own Arashi, this is not related to the band in any real way, shape or form, and is not to be taken seriously, or with tequila.
Note: Once again, you can blame/thank
litany_sh for this madness...
“Alright, on the count of three, point to your choice!” Sho held the magazine close to his chest, a finger marking an important page, as he looked to his band mates in the break room. “Ready?”
Simultaneous nodding.
The magazine was slammed onto the break room table, and after Sho’s count, four fingers were pointing to a model of indefinable beauty, while one finger was pointing to…
“Aiba, your tastes are messed up.” Jun smirked, pushing aside the long finger to examine the short-haired girl Aiba had chosen.
“Eh? I’m alone again?” Aiba examined his fingertip, as if fault in the selection process could be found there. “But I thought she was cute…”
“You say that about pandas and heifers too.” Nino grinned, joining Jun in mocking the girl in the magazine.
“Why did you pick her anyway?” Sho puzzled.
“….I liked…her hair.” As the rest of Arashi roared in laughter, Aiba blushed, and tried to defend himself. “Shut up! It just reminded me of Nino’s hair a few years back, they way it poofs out on the side!”
The joviality was smothered instantly with a very awkward silence. At the sudden confession, Jun was shocked into silence, Sho looked as one would while watching their own house burn down, and Ohno, hooking Nino’s belt loop with his index finger, glanced nervously between the new couple in question.
“So……………………………….........you like me?” Nino asked Aiba, bluntly, tactlessly, and dumbfounded.
“No, not you, exactly....” Aiba explained, highly embarrassed. “……….just your hair.”
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Jun snuck up behind a sleeping Nino, grinning mischievously. A mischievousness that made a drastic turn towards maniacal as he pulled a pair of scissors from his back pocket. It was perfect, the break room was empty, and no one would be around to witness-
“Matsujun?” Ohno blinked, walking in behind Jun, wiping his wet hands on his pants as he returned from the bathroom. Jun froze and half turned to face his leader.
Oh shit. Jun thought quickly. I thought today was a Maou filming. Damn, I should have prepared a counter plot for this.
“Riida….how’s filming going? Are they pushing you too hard?” Cordially, Jun inquired, as if the scissors in his hand hovering above the napping idol were invisible.
“Things are going fine, thanks, and everyone has been very nice to me, even after the whole………thing.” Ohno waved the air above his head sadly. “The only problem is no one lets me fish.” Ohno finished with a sigh and a pout.
“Well you know too much of a tan isn’t good for Maou.” Jun replied, though his mind was flying. Why hasn’t he said anything about the scissors? Does he not care, or is he pretending not to notice, or maybe he really hasn’t noticed….eh? “Eh?!” Jun stared at his empty hands. Where the hell did the scissors go-oh shit.
“Care to explain yourself, Matsujun?” Nino was now fully awake, lounging on the couch with an arm pillowing his head, as he examined a silver pair of shears that had fallen in his lap.
“Oh, you’ve found my lost scissors!” Jun exclaimed, snatching back the pair before Nino had a chance to arm himself. Crap that was horrible, I sounded like Aiba. “I’ve been looking all over-”
“But you just had them in your hand a second ago.” Ohno interjected, trying to be helpful, in his own Ohno way.
“Is that so, Oh-chan?” Nino sat up, tucking a long lock of bangs behind his ear, smiling like a cat before a trapped mouse. Jun’s blood boiled at the smugness of Nino’s gaze. “So why would Matsujun be standing above me with a pair of scissors?”
“Obviously, I was trying to kill you.” Jun spat, coldly, turning on his heal, glaring Ohno into a flinch as he passed.
As he closed the door, he could hear Nino’s high pitched laughter. Jun’s eyes narrowed dangerously. I was so close…so close…to cutting off that fugly emo swoop, and then this bumbling….no I mustn’t get mad at Ohno, he doesn’t know any better…but one of these days, Nino…..one of these days….
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Nino stepped into the Dome’s shower stall, tired and sore after another long and grueling concert. He was too tired to know or care who else was in the stalls around his, or to notice that a certain someone was missing.
Nino stood underneath the warm spray facing the wall with his eyes closed, as his mind tried to process the last three hours.
He heard someone enter his stall, but didn’t bother to open his eyes, or turn around as there was only ever one person who shared a shower with Nino. “Oh-chan.” The words were nearly lost under the hiss of water.
In response, Nino suddenly felt two hands, large and warm, and a cold drip of shampoo on his head.
As the hands massaged the shampoo into a bubbly foam, Nino couldn’t believe how good the fingertips felt. Running,…coursing through his short tresses, teasing the roots, and stimulating sensitive spots Nino didn’t know he had. Nino pressed his palms against the shower wall to brace himself, as he rolled his neck involuntarily back into the gifted hands. And the hands continued, massaging, and scrubbing from the wisps at the nape of his neck, to the very start of his bangs.
“Haaaaaaa” Nino sighed inaudibly as the water masked his sound. The massage continued, as the shampoo rinsed out, kneading behind and above his ears, and Nino felt his legs, exhausted from the endless dancing, threaten to give way.
But as abruptly as they came, the hands were gone. Nino opened his eyes for the first time since entering the shower, and found himself alone.
Just as he was about to storm angrily out of the shower stall after his masseuse, he ran into Ohno, who was trying to enter Nino’s shower.
“WHY THE HELL DID YOU STOP?” Shouted Nino, without meaning to, but unable to control his volume after the concert.
Ohno looked very frightened and confused. “W-what did I stop again?”
“The shampooing! I mean, you just…disappeared…” Nino floundered as he realized something rather disturbing. Ohno was one hundred percent dry, except for what was obviously distinguishable as sweat. Whoever was in the shower with Nino must have gotten wet….and the hands he had felt, Nino realized, were much larger then Ohno’s, and not as delicate.
Suddenly a high pitched giggling was heard overhead. Nino and Ohno looked up to the sound, and found Aiba looking down into the stall from the one next door.
“Aiba, you pervert! How many times do I have to tell you to stop watching me shower!” Nino kicked the wall and Aiba fell from his perch, still giggling. “And stop with the gross giggling!”
“He’s good, isn’t he.” Aiba laughed. “And it was supposed to be my turn tonight…”
“What are you talking about?” Nino groaned, making room for Ohno in the shower, as he grabbed a bar of soap.
“Yeah, what’s good?” Ohno piped in, no doubt thinking food was the topic of conversation.
“That massage…” Aiba sighed, adoringly. “Sho’s really amazing, ne?”
“That was S-sho?” Nino stuttered.
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“So I was thinking, you should be blue and I’ll be red.” Nino pointed at the crudely styled drawings on the table, of tentative plans for a duo skit.
“No.” Ohno said simply, looking between two drawings.
“No what? I mean, it only makes sense for you to be blue-”
“No, I don‘t want to be blue.” Ohno frowned.
“So you want to choose different colors? But…..I’ve already sent in the order to the costume department. We can’t change now!” Ohno and Nino both knew that no such order had been made.
“I won’t wear it.” Ohno folded his arms, and pouted, scrunching his nose as cute as possible to make Nino cave.
“But…I….you….fine. What color do you want then?” Nino ripped apart his drawings, in exasperation.
Ohno beamed happily, as he grabbed the box of crayons and paper that Nino had been using. After ten minutes of concentrated doodling, Ohno presented his work with a satisfied grin.
“But it’s the exact same as mine! Red and blue!” Nino whined, “Why’d you make such a fuss if you were okay with it anyway?”
“No its different.” Ohno explained, as if he had done something very clever. “I’m red this time, and you’re blue.”
“It’s the exact same, it doesn’t matter who is which.” Slouching back on his chair, Nino threw an arm over his eyes.
“It does matter!” Ohno protested, a whine carrying his voice up an octave. “Your hair looks best when you wear blue!”
“My hair?” Nino scoffed. “Our Ohmiya SK costume colors are going to be decided because of my hair?”
“I guess so…” Ohno blushed, and reiterated. “It really does look good in blue….”
“Shut up.”
“Sorry.”
“I guess I’ll be blue then, but if you want to switch later, I’m not going to let you, Oh-chan, no matter how adorably you scrunch your nose.”