remix for saengie!
Title: The curious mind of Ohno
Rating: G
Group/Pairing: Arashi
Warnings: none
Notes: I don’t know what to say here but hopefully I don’t fail…that much. Thanks to my beta for the help.
Link to Original Story: It's not the size of the mike, it's the length of the song
Link to Original Writer: saengie/abhihita
"I'd give it a week," he says helpfully. "Because you know, you could never manage to get a girl like that to go out with you any longer."
Had he, Ohno Satoshi, infamous leader of Arashi, lead singer, talented dancer, an idol who once in a while turned into an artist, really said those words? Now that he tried to remember it, he might have suggested something along the line once but the memory was slightly blurry, maybe a bit more than slightly, in fact he wouldn't have bothered it if only Nino hadn't winked earlier.
Oh right, the sun was shining so brightly that morning, disturbing his peaceful sleep, yet it wasn't unusual as that was how things always was, the birds chirping sounds was as melodious (though some might said that it was impossible to hear that but hey, maybe his hearing was sharper than others) as ever. Nothing could possibly go wrong; his manager had ensured that the schedule was properly confirmed and informed. And so he departed and arrived surprisingly earlier than the other four members, so he waited patiently inside their room, fighting the strong urge to sleep.
He didn't remember who arrived first among the four but he did recall that Nino was unusually happy that day. Not everyone noticed that because the change was slight, but damn did Ohno managed to catch the signs. And oh, of course, the wink should not be forgotten. His brow furrowed, he tried to catch the invincible message, when it was declared that his words were helpful.
His...words?
It took more than a few seconds to register what Nino was implying and other seconds to mutter a long ‘ohh’, yet Ohno was nowhere near realization yet. However, arm crossed, face betrayed nothing, he pretended as if it was nothing, because indeed it was supposed to be nothing, yet he couldn’t help but be bothered about it.
And that was how he found himself sitting on a fluffy sofa, his drawing instruments left scattered around the table, several balls of papers on the floor. He rested his hand under his chin, the other hand tapping his forehead with a blunt pencil. Occasionally, he rolled the pencil between his fingers. It was hard to find inspiration when his mind was clearly somewhere else but he wasn’t giving up, yet.
He sighed.
Pencil ready in hand, he started sketching on the blank paper, the black carbon against the white material, forming what idea that had just occurred. First scratches, then eventually an abstract was created, yet it was still unfinished. He paused once, twice, maybe more, before resuming from where he left, sometimes erasing a part with the clean rubber where he found unsatisfying, then he continued. The moment was relaxing, he poured whatever he had in mind into the paper to create something.
He decided that he should really learn how to control his curiousity, so that it wouldn’t bother him…too much.
Rating: G
Group/Pairing: Arashi
Warnings: none
Notes: I don’t know what to say here but hopefully I don’t fail…that much. Thanks to my beta for the help.
Link to Original Story: It's not the size of the mike, it's the length of the song
Link to Original Writer: saengie/abhihita
"I'd give it a week," he says helpfully. "Because you know, you could never manage to get a girl like that to go out with you any longer."
Had he, Ohno Satoshi, infamous leader of Arashi, lead singer, talented dancer, an idol who once in a while turned into an artist, really said those words? Now that he tried to remember it, he might have suggested something along the line once but the memory was slightly blurry, maybe a bit more than slightly, in fact he wouldn't have bothered it if only Nino hadn't winked earlier.
Oh right, the sun was shining so brightly that morning, disturbing his peaceful sleep, yet it wasn't unusual as that was how things always was, the birds chirping sounds was as melodious (though some might said that it was impossible to hear that but hey, maybe his hearing was sharper than others) as ever. Nothing could possibly go wrong; his manager had ensured that the schedule was properly confirmed and informed. And so he departed and arrived surprisingly earlier than the other four members, so he waited patiently inside their room, fighting the strong urge to sleep.
He didn't remember who arrived first among the four but he did recall that Nino was unusually happy that day. Not everyone noticed that because the change was slight, but damn did Ohno managed to catch the signs. And oh, of course, the wink should not be forgotten. His brow furrowed, he tried to catch the invincible message, when it was declared that his words were helpful.
His...words?
It took more than a few seconds to register what Nino was implying and other seconds to mutter a long ‘ohh’, yet Ohno was nowhere near realization yet. However, arm crossed, face betrayed nothing, he pretended as if it was nothing, because indeed it was supposed to be nothing, yet he couldn’t help but be bothered about it.
And that was how he found himself sitting on a fluffy sofa, his drawing instruments left scattered around the table, several balls of papers on the floor. He rested his hand under his chin, the other hand tapping his forehead with a blunt pencil. Occasionally, he rolled the pencil between his fingers. It was hard to find inspiration when his mind was clearly somewhere else but he wasn’t giving up, yet.
He sighed.
Pencil ready in hand, he started sketching on the blank paper, the black carbon against the white material, forming what idea that had just occurred. First scratches, then eventually an abstract was created, yet it was still unfinished. He paused once, twice, maybe more, before resuming from where he left, sometimes erasing a part with the clean rubber where he found unsatisfying, then he continued. The moment was relaxing, he poured whatever he had in mind into the paper to create something.
He decided that he should really learn how to control his curiousity, so that it wouldn’t bother him…too much.