Kazunari and the Terrible, Horrible...
Title: Kazunari and the Terrible, Horrible...
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Nino, Arashi
Summary: Some people woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Today, Nino woke up on the wrong side of the room.
Notes/Warnings: An End of 2009 Request from irish_ais who wanted Nino and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day.
Terrible
Some people woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Today, Nino woke up on the wrong side of the room.
Somehow during the night, he’d fallen out of bed and crawled in the wrong direction, ending up twisted like a pretzel next to his dresser. This didn’t bode well. His legs hurt, his back hurt, and his neck hurt. And then when he’d fallen, he’d taken the alarm clock down with him. It was blinking “12:00” at him cruelly. He was just about to check his phone for the time when it rang.
It was his manager. “You’re late. Where the hell are you?”
“…time is it?”
“Nearly noon.”
Okay, this was not going to be a good day.
Horrible
He’d managed to spill hot coffee on himself when getting out of the car outside the studio. So he was sore, he was tired, and he’d spilled coffee all over his shirt. Shirts were expensive. Well, maybe he could puppy eye Jun into buying him one. Jun always looked horrified when a piece of clothing was damaged whether it was his own or not.
He changed into the clothes provided, throwing the ruined shirt in the trash angrily. There were three episodes to tape that afternoon, and they’d already been delayed on his account. Nobody yelled at him, but just knowing that everyone was inconvenienced because of his inability to arrive on time was enough to make him grouchy.
They did a run-through rehearsal of the questions for the guest. And then he misread something, accidentally implying that the humorless guest had gained weight. Even Sho couldn’t cover for that - rehearsal for that episode ended abruptly, and his question was handed over to Aiba for the actual taping.
This was getting bad.
No Good
Whoever had sent in “breakdance fighting” as an Aibaland game should probably be shot. First, the guest (not the fat one), a kind of creepy fan of Nino’s, had wanted to fight him first and had instead ended up molesting him. That had definitely NOT been brought up in rehearsal. His nipples were still sore from her tweaking. Not as sore as his pride though.
They were just wrapping up the final breakdance fight battle. It was Aiba against Sho, and he and Leader were watching from the sidelines.
“This is the dumbest game we’ve done yet,” he grumbled to Ohno, quietly so their lapel mics wouldn’t pick it up.
“I wish they’d let us do a fishing game.”
He rolled his eyes, waiting for Ogura-san to get the epic battle going. “Wait wait wait,” the molestation-happy guest cheered. “Can Nino be the referee?”
The audience cheered, Leader shoved him forward, and the staff was laughing. Ah, revenge, sweet revenge. He’d run his share of pranks before - they were getting him back for being late, not like he’d really intended to be.
Aiba was already sweating profusely, and they hadn’t started. Nino stood back as best he could. “Alright, breakdance fight…go!”
Nino was so busy watching Aiba slam into the floor of the set with a loud, painful-sounding thud that he never saw Sho trying to do a handstand. Jun only got hold of one of Sho’s legs in time - the other one…
Very Bad
“I’m sorry!” Sho was saying, gripping the rail of the hospital bed. “I’m so so so so so so…”
“Shut up,” Nino grumbled.
“You’re lucky you didn’t give him a concussion,” Jun mumbled.
Nino had never been kicked in the head before, especially by a clumsy, clunky boot-wearing bandmate. In ten years, he’d managed to avoid it. Oh well. First time for everything.
“He ruined his shirt this morning,” Ohno pointed out. “Maybe Sho-chan should buy him a new one.”
Hmm, this had promise. Until he remembered that Sakurai Sho had the fashion sense of someone’s senile great-grandmother. He’d rather go naked.
“It’s going to be a great episode though,” Aiba announced proudly. “I totally won the breakdance fight!”
The others had to physically restrain him from beating Aiba over the head with a shoe, the only weapon at his disposal.
Day
Nino woke the next morning in bed, head still wrapped in bandaging just to be on the safe side. There was a hideous t-shirt with a mongoose on it draped over his desk chair, courtesy of one Sakurai Sho. He wanted to pull the blanket back over his head - yesterday had been horrible.
But of course, there was more filming - they’d be reshooting Aibaland. At the very least, they’d keep Sho out of the game this time. Maybe today would be better.
Or so he thought until he spilled coffee all over the mongoose shirt.
He looked down, feeling the hot drink seeping through the fabric. “Well,” he mumbled to himself. “At least that’s an improvement.”
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Nino, Arashi
Summary: Some people woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Today, Nino woke up on the wrong side of the room.
Notes/Warnings: An End of 2009 Request from irish_ais who wanted Nino and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day.
Terrible
Some people woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Today, Nino woke up on the wrong side of the room.
Somehow during the night, he’d fallen out of bed and crawled in the wrong direction, ending up twisted like a pretzel next to his dresser. This didn’t bode well. His legs hurt, his back hurt, and his neck hurt. And then when he’d fallen, he’d taken the alarm clock down with him. It was blinking “12:00” at him cruelly. He was just about to check his phone for the time when it rang.
It was his manager. “You’re late. Where the hell are you?”
“…time is it?”
“Nearly noon.”
Okay, this was not going to be a good day.
Horrible
He’d managed to spill hot coffee on himself when getting out of the car outside the studio. So he was sore, he was tired, and he’d spilled coffee all over his shirt. Shirts were expensive. Well, maybe he could puppy eye Jun into buying him one. Jun always looked horrified when a piece of clothing was damaged whether it was his own or not.
He changed into the clothes provided, throwing the ruined shirt in the trash angrily. There were three episodes to tape that afternoon, and they’d already been delayed on his account. Nobody yelled at him, but just knowing that everyone was inconvenienced because of his inability to arrive on time was enough to make him grouchy.
They did a run-through rehearsal of the questions for the guest. And then he misread something, accidentally implying that the humorless guest had gained weight. Even Sho couldn’t cover for that - rehearsal for that episode ended abruptly, and his question was handed over to Aiba for the actual taping.
This was getting bad.
No Good
Whoever had sent in “breakdance fighting” as an Aibaland game should probably be shot. First, the guest (not the fat one), a kind of creepy fan of Nino’s, had wanted to fight him first and had instead ended up molesting him. That had definitely NOT been brought up in rehearsal. His nipples were still sore from her tweaking. Not as sore as his pride though.
They were just wrapping up the final breakdance fight battle. It was Aiba against Sho, and he and Leader were watching from the sidelines.
“This is the dumbest game we’ve done yet,” he grumbled to Ohno, quietly so their lapel mics wouldn’t pick it up.
“I wish they’d let us do a fishing game.”
He rolled his eyes, waiting for Ogura-san to get the epic battle going. “Wait wait wait,” the molestation-happy guest cheered. “Can Nino be the referee?”
The audience cheered, Leader shoved him forward, and the staff was laughing. Ah, revenge, sweet revenge. He’d run his share of pranks before - they were getting him back for being late, not like he’d really intended to be.
Aiba was already sweating profusely, and they hadn’t started. Nino stood back as best he could. “Alright, breakdance fight…go!”
Nino was so busy watching Aiba slam into the floor of the set with a loud, painful-sounding thud that he never saw Sho trying to do a handstand. Jun only got hold of one of Sho’s legs in time - the other one…
Very Bad
“I’m sorry!” Sho was saying, gripping the rail of the hospital bed. “I’m so so so so so so…”
“Shut up,” Nino grumbled.
“You’re lucky you didn’t give him a concussion,” Jun mumbled.
Nino had never been kicked in the head before, especially by a clumsy, clunky boot-wearing bandmate. In ten years, he’d managed to avoid it. Oh well. First time for everything.
“He ruined his shirt this morning,” Ohno pointed out. “Maybe Sho-chan should buy him a new one.”
Hmm, this had promise. Until he remembered that Sakurai Sho had the fashion sense of someone’s senile great-grandmother. He’d rather go naked.
“It’s going to be a great episode though,” Aiba announced proudly. “I totally won the breakdance fight!”
The others had to physically restrain him from beating Aiba over the head with a shoe, the only weapon at his disposal.
Day
Nino woke the next morning in bed, head still wrapped in bandaging just to be on the safe side. There was a hideous t-shirt with a mongoose on it draped over his desk chair, courtesy of one Sakurai Sho. He wanted to pull the blanket back over his head - yesterday had been horrible.
But of course, there was more filming - they’d be reshooting Aibaland. At the very least, they’d keep Sho out of the game this time. Maybe today would be better.
Or so he thought until he spilled coffee all over the mongoose shirt.
He looked down, feeling the hot drink seeping through the fabric. “Well,” he mumbled to himself. “At least that’s an improvement.”