*waves*

*gets shot*

I'm... sorry... DX

Ah?

Something... is awry.

I let my awareness grow as I kept myself still.

...What was it?

Maybe it was the sweet smell of lavender hovering over me, or the unfamiliar feel of the silk sheets I was only aware of now. I felt myself stir. I was asleep...?

“... ah, shit...”

That voice...

Now I understand. We went into the hotel room and...

“... damn, I died...”

I chuckled in my mind. He always seemed like disgruntled child.

Such a sweet, innocent sound. In the stillness of the early morning, his words pierced the silent air like a knife.

“...! ...tsk...”

He's always near me too, like a puppy. I wonder if it's the other way around too.

His skin and mine always find a common point to touch, whether it be a slight bump or a forced embrace. No one really dominates the other, and our relationship remains platonic.

Though, when I feel him so close to me...

I blinked and turned to the side, disturbing the other party sitting up on the bed. I caught him glancing at me for a moment and then his deep brown eyes returned to his DS. His hair was all ruffled and cute, and I don't think he knows that he bites his lip when he's playing.

“Ah, S'toshi. Ossu.”

“Mmn.” I sounded, scooting closer to him. He paused his game and stared at my crawling figure.

A small smile was beginning to pull at the sides of his mouth. “Such a perfect butt. So worthy of my hands. ♥”

I looked up at him and pursed my lips, covering my behind with a free hand. I was still moving towards him.

“Eh?” Another voice popped in, mixing with the sounds of clothes rustling. “You guys awake already?”

“Believe it. Besides, Riida's looks like he could use some lovin'.”

“Eh, no fair! Riida, c'mere!”

Such high tension in the wee hours of the morning. My back felt his sudden weight. Ow.

“You've become heavier...” I mumbled into the mattress. Someone ruffled my hair, I didn't care who. Well... by the gentleness, it seemed to be Nino.

“I have? Haha, Matsujun's been giving me all his food these days. I think he's trying out some vegetable diet or something while, because of him, I'm on a meat one.” A blinding smile. I almost fell off the bed.

“Him? On a diet? Matsu? Gotta ask him later.”

“Why not now? He's in the bathroom.”

“AIBA! SHUT THE HELL UP! I TOLD YOU NOT TO –” He suddenly coughed so loudly that it was heard straight through the bathroom door.

“Gomen, Ma-chan! It just came up so...”

“Freaking... I'M GIVING IT UP! Shitty vegetables were getting old anyway... so embarrassing...”

“Well,” More rustling came to my ears and a deep voice was sounded across the room. It was trying to be seductive.

“Matsujun already looks sexy to me...♥”

Trying to be.

The bathroom swung open and Matsujun's robed figure strode out and a white hand emerged from the velvet sleeve and hit Sho's head softly.

“SHO-SAN! STOP THAT!” Despite his words, Matsujun was smiling.

“It's true though.” Sho reiterated to the flustered boy and everyone else in the room. “Don't you guys think so?”

A gentle wave of words, all of agreement, bathed the room.

“Really,” I smiled as they all turned to me. “You've become a good young man.”

At that, Matsujun's face reddened and turned away.

“I'm happy to hear that...” He rubbed his cheeks. “...coming from you.”

“HE'S BLUSHING!!” Sho and Aiba looked at each other and jumped up together. “OH MY GOSH!! OH MY, um... ya-YATTAMAN!! OH m-MY... uh, MY GIRL!!!” Sho and Aiba ran around the room, faking panic while Matsujun reverted back to his ultra cool self, waving and smiling at the cushions, I mean fans, like the star he must think he is. Well, he is what he thinks.

Ah, such a good young man.

I suddenly remembered Nino and, looking away from the madness that had befallen the other three members, looked to his spot, finding only his closed DS on the bed. I then felt another weight on my back, hugging me from behind.

“Oh-chaaan~” Nino nuzzled himself against my neck and I felt each breath on me. “Oooh-chaaan.”

“Niiiinoooo~?” I mimicked playfully. How sweet. He hasn't called me that nickname in a while. It feels foreign somehow.

“You know what?” He weaved a hand through my bed head and I sighed, quite missing his touch. I wish there would be more days like this...

“Hn... What?” I replied after a moment, sighing again, savoring the feeling of his warm hand on my head. He took it away and wrapped it around my waist again. Then it was silent, not even the sounds of Sho and Aiba trying to hug a screaming Matsujun entered my ears.

Why...?

“O-Ohno...!” He called my name, suddenly sounding desperate. He clung onto me for dear life, the reason for which was unknown to me. As he hugged me tighter and tighter, my back gradually felt wetter. Tears, I suppose. Tiny sobs followed, his hands quivering. I wanted to ask him why, but I let him cry anyway.

“Why?” I breathed out, not meaning to say it out loud. I felt my chest tighten. He squeezed me for the last time and said...

“It's about time to wake up.”

Indeed it was. I opened my eyes and was greeted by a white ceiling, in a white hotel room.

No silk bed. No Aiba, Sho, Jun, or Nino. It was only... a dream.

Once again, I am left with only an empty room and a memory.

I stretched on my back, hearing my bones cracking as I move. What a dream that was.

Getting up, I turned on the fishing channel and went to the bathroom. Quickly finding the sink, I turned the faucet on feeling the cold water run through my fingers. A quick splash of the water on my face later, I looked at myself. My eyes were sadder than usual. I guess it was because of what I saw as I slept. Now I wonder...

Where are you guys?

This life without you... I'm miserable. I never told you guys, but you are more important than art, fishing, and even food combined! I miss you all. Why did we ever stop? I don't even remember the reason anymore. Did I have something to do with it?

I... I'm sorry then. Though, what's the point of apologizing if there's no one to hear it?

My hands were shaking. They always shook nowadays. Before, he'd hold them for me, but he's not here anymore.

I exhaled, the strong sting of the tears made itself felt. I let them fall.

No one was to see them anyway.

I was never the one to cry but...

If it's about them, it's way too easy.

My reminiscing was cut short by a knock on the door. I hurried to wash my face again, to hide the fact that I just cried. I wonder who that could be? I never told anyone where I was staying and I don't think this hotel would be that lenient in letting people in.

“Who is it?” Thank God my voice didn't waver.

“Room Service.” Uwah, what a deep voice! He sounds foreign too.

Wait, room service? I opened the door halfway and the guy pushed the tray in. He stepped out and bowed.

“Ah, I... didn't ask for anything...” I whispered. It was nighttime and I didn't want to disturb the other guests. He smiled at me, although his eyes weren't visible.

“This is from the hotel. For Ohno Satoshi-san.” He bowed and left, leaving me with the covered tray. I got curious and peeped inside. The smell of noodles caught me by surprise.

“It's ramen!” I muttered happily. It even had bread on the side. My favorite soft bread! Just how I like it.

“Of course it is. I was the one who ordered it.”

I turned around. What is it with these surprises? “Nino...”

He embraced me once more, just as tight as in my dream. Again, I had the urge to ask him for a reason. “Ohno...”

I shivered. It was nothing like the desperate pleas he was crying out before. It was now somewhat... sensual. He was just murmuring my name, and my mind was already foggy. I missed him that much? Ah...

“I'll never leave you again.” Nino hugged me like there was no tomorrow. “Never.”

“But... you were the one who...”

“Shh... I don't want to hear anymore! I... made my mistakes. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make any of you cry.”

“I... don't leave me.” My tears spilled out suddenly. “I should be mad at you, but... you have no idea how lonely I've felt and how much I've been thinking of all of you. Nino...”

“Okoge no Suupu, Suupu de Okoge. Have soup!”

Eh.

Why was Nino singing that Okoge commercial song?

I rubbed my eyes and blinked them open. What the...

My phone was ringing. Alarm? Yeah, probably.

I was in my room. My blue sheets met my gaze and I watched my blue curtains filter in the bright morning sun. I woke up again.

No hotel. No ramen. No Nino.

Just me and my fishing channel.

A knock on my door.

The hell.

“What is it?” I managed to say through the without sounding irritated. I had a dream within a dream? Ugh. My head hurts.

“Oh-chan!” Chimed four familiar voices. My frown lessened and I chuckled.

“Morning to you guys too.” I sat up just as they opened the door. Nino lunged at me wordlessly and I just caught his weight without incident nor question. He snuggled his face in my shirt and I pat his back. After those dreams, I just wanted him to keep him near me.

Well, all of them of course.

“It was a house raid.” Matsujun smiled, sitting next to me on my bed. “I wish we could have played here when we were younger! After all these years, we've finally made it into Ohno's house!”

“YATTA!” They chimed, Nino's voice muffled because of my shirt.

“What's with Nino?” I asked after noticing his stillness.

“It was his idea to go here. He was whining about not being able to see you.”

“We saw each other yesterday, right? So why?” My legs were beginning to feel numb so I shifted a little bit, but Nino wouldn't budge. I sighed in defeat and opted to stay in place.

“We don't know either. He was saying something about a nightmare though...”

“Nightmare? Sheesh! Nino's just clingy, that's all.”

“It must be some bad dream to have called us all to visit you.”

“Mnngh.” Nino agreed in a groan.

“Nino?” I caressed his hair. “I had a dream too. I'm glad you guys are here.”

“Oh-chan...”

They crowded my bed. Why? I don't know. I just felt really happy at that instant.

“Happy Birthday to Arashi!” They proclaimed, all of them hugging me. Yes, even Matsujun.

Oh yeah.

“...thanks.”

What dreams may come? I don't know. Could I be the reason tof our biggest fight? Or is it Nino? Or someone else altogether?

Ah, enough.

What's now is now.

I just know that my dream was realized the moment they stepped into my life.

~~~~~~~~~~

I'm sorry. *cry*

Even now, I don't know what the hell I wrote about.

Such things just flow out of me like a nostalgic song. Sorry. ,:c

Well, I don't think it was supposed to make sense, being dreams and all. Still, GAH.

I'm sorry I had you read this crap.

Uh...

Don't kill me for this but...

...what do you think? *hides*

Here it is! <3 I feel happy with it, but who am I to say.

This is the Sakuraiba part, the second part of the Matsujun Knows Best thing. XD

I called it a oneshot because it could be read without the first part I think. :D

Oh, nevermind. I'll put it anyway. C: The first part is here: lowlyfruit.livejournal.com/3825.html

P.S. Obviously, Pocky is Glico's, not mine. XD

Please enjoy! :D

While Ohmiya was busy playing, the other three escaped through a narrow opening called a door.

Panting, they fell on the floor, faces red to have witnessed such a thing. Being so flustered, plus running at full speed, even for a short distance, wore them out quite a bit.

“I... didn't know that... Nino was... was so...”

“P-Possessive?” Sho finished for Aiba, standing up to a wobbly stance.

“Yeah... he sure is.” Matsujun climbed up a couch almost desperately and lay across its length like he just ran a marathon without training, or a sleepy Riida after attacking at Jumping Shooter. Aiba followed suit and plopped himself on a nearby armchair while Sho sat on the armrest near Matsujun's head between them.

“Matsujun, what did you do that for? Licking the rice off Ohno-san's face in front of Nino, nonetheless...” Sho gave him a reprimanding look and shook his head at the younger man. “If that isn't a death wish, I don't know what is.”

“At least you could have asked permission from Nino before that.” Aiba faced them, chin propped on the back of his hands.

Sho gained a small and slightly evil glint in his eye. “Now you have to watch out; the little kid might just get pissed enough to revive Ni no Arashi with more humiliation, shock, and a dirty table.”

Matsujun paled at the last threat. “D-Dirty table?”

Yes. Matsujun's weakness: A dirty table. Just thinking about it...

Aiba childishly nodded his head. “Really dirty, Matsujun. Also, you most probably would... be shirtless, so you can't wipe it clean.”

Matsujun shivered.

It seemed to really work quite well as he paled even further, now panicked and on his elbows. “Is it that bad that I played with them a bit?”

“No, we do that all the time.” Sho smiled at Matsujun's strange face. “It's just that we do that when Nino isn't very close. You were just there. It's dangerous to be that close to a jealous Nino and be that obvious as to say his first name so sweetly.”

“I guess you're right. I have to apologize soon. I just did that beca—”

“Sho-chan...” Aiba mumbled behind the Keio graduate, making the latter turn away from Matsujun.

“What is it?” Sho grabbed Aiba's shaking shoulders in an attempt to make them still. Aiba coughed. Again and again.

“I... can't... stop...!” Aiba coughed in between his words, making Sho worry more.

“Is it just the normal coughing fit? You ran too much...” Sho asked, gaining a nod from Aiba. He stood up, patting Aiba on the crown of the head.

“It's going to be alright, okay? Bear with it a little more and I'll go and get you something.” Sho jogged to the door and, with a wave, went to go to a nearby store to get what he said he would. Sho had just slipped out of the room when Matsujun grabbed Aiba's shoulder and made him face the DoS Banchou.

“I know you're faking it.” At Matsujun's words, Aiba stopped coughing.

“How did you know?” Aiba looked away as Matsujun led him to sit beside him.

“Your eyes shone when he held your shoulders. Sick people don't do that.” A soft slap on the head made Aiba turn to him.

“...” Aiba swallowed what felt like a sob and then reclined on the couch.

“You're jealous, aren't you?” Matsujun said out of nowhere and Aiba couldn't help but get surprised. The latter sat up straight as he shouted in shock.

“I-I am not jealous of Ohno and Nino!” Aiba pouted, not realizing what he just said, the Aibaka.

Matsujun shook his head, sighing. Aiba seemed like he needed to be told the situation straight before he could fully understand it. That was his image after all.

He knows Aiba could be the most inquisitive person at times and he could truly absorb anything that he is given him at a few glances. How could he have come up with such interesting experiments for A no Arashi if he wasn't?

Still, he sticks to his image even in private because it had been what he was for years and, as Ohmiya had taught, old habits die hard.

“Aiba...” Matsujun placed his hands on Aiba's shoulders and made him look into his eyes. “Why won't you admit it to yourself?”

“A-admit what?” Aiba loved playing this game. Jun was not one to entertain him for long.

“You and Sho.” Matsujun brought a hand up to Aiba's forehead and flicked him with a finger. “I'm not saying you should get together like what Riida and Kazu did,” At that moment, Jun coughed with a blushing face. “But it's getting really obvious that you're just itching for Sho's attention.”

Aiba looked away for a moment but returned the gaze and looked with uncertainty at Jun.

“You noticed?”

“I doubt anyone didn't.”

“Is that so...” Aiba's voice softened as his gaze moved to the floor. “It's just that... Sho-chan hardly plays with me anymore. I want him to play with me because I really like his company. Since Nino and Ohno spent more time together, I felt I was a bother if I stayed too close to them and just stayed close to Sho. That's alright, isn't it?”

“Yeah, not that I completely approve of it.”

“I like your company too, Matsujun, but you see, Sho makes me feel safe. Remember, he was always the one who visited me when I was in the hospital. Plus, I can't kiss you, can I?”

“...Do you absolutely need to?”

“Well, no...”

“Then I don't think so.” Matsujun moved a hand behind Aiba's head and pulled on his hair suddenly, harshly.

Aiba found himself being kissed by Jun, head tipped back and being forced to take the open-mouthed lip-lock. Matsujun pulled back and gently whispered into his shocked senior's ear, maintaining close proximity. “Even so, 10 years together is still a decade of each other's company, so if you ever need it, make outs are no problem.” Matsujun winked at Aiba.

“M-Matsujun...” Overcome with emotion, not really anything out of the ordinary, Aiba lunged at Matsujun and hugged him like he was his lifeline. “Matsujun!”

“When Sho comes back, you better hug him like this.” Matsujun ruffled the brilliant chestnut brown hair of the seemingly younger but really older man hugging him. “Did you see his face? Running out that fast just because you were coughing... It's sickening.” Despite his words, a smile spread across the short-tempered Matsujun.

“I always feel so horrible when I put up an act in front of him. I really don't know why, but he's really not directly responding to me at all...”

“Then talk to him.” Matsujun twirled a lock of Aiba's hair around his fingers. “It really is the best way to know.”

“I know that! I'm not stupid.” Matsujun had to fake a cough in order to hide a should-have-been chuckle at that remark.“I want to have a good talk, but I'm afraid.”

“Afraid of what? Your bad English?” Matsujun smirked at the sudden frown of the other.

“No, not that! I'm... I'm afraid I'll bore him...” Aiba's face plopped down onto Jun's chest, heaving a big sigh. “I'm not exactly the most intellectual person...” Aiba's head shot up, almost startling Matsujun into a shout. “I must say though, my English is way better than Ohno-kun's.” Aiba flashed him a bright smile.

Sho was walking along the corridor to where Aiba and Jun was, holding Aiba's favorite canned coffee and some snacks that he liked. Aiba's coughing fit usually ended with him getting a dry hunger that Sho knew was really uncomfortable for the younger to have.

Aiba knows that Sho does this every time Aiba would show any signs of being sick, real or not. What he doesn't know is that Sho always knows if he's faking it or not, and just plays along with Aiba.

He cared about Aiba's mood. He had no idea how else he should show it too so, with iced coffee and chips in hand, he went to where the baka was.

Sho walked closer to the waiting room they were occupying, hearing faint laughter from the other side. He smiled, glad that they were getting along and that Aiba's coughing fit seemed to have gotten better. The door was slightly ajar and, not willing to break the soft atmosphere by suddenly coming in, Sho chose to quietly peek inside.

Aiba was lying directly on Matsujun, who had an arm around the baka's shoulder. Aiba's arms were wrapped around Matsujun's waist with the usually anti-skinship member playing with the other's hair. Both of them were on the sofa, faces very close to each other as they conversed happily.

Sho's smile slipped off his face as Matsujun hit Aiba's head softly and the so-called 'victim' smiling warmly at the gesture. He may not have heard what they were talking about because of the distance, but Sho could tell that whatever the topic was, they were both enjoying themselves.

For the first time in a long while, Sho felt...

He knew he shouldn't. He was fully aware that he shouldn't be uncomfortable with the sight of anyone touching Aiba.

Or holding Aiba.

Or staring or smiling or talking or playing or hugging or... or...

Hmm.

So he was jealous.

He only really realized the extent of his feelings when he chanced upon his hand, wet with cold coffee that seeped from the cracks of the aluminum can that he unconsciously squeezed to the point of rupture.

He heaved a heavy sigh.

'Get a mop,' he thought, 'Use it to clean the tile floor and then use it to silence Matsujun forever...'

'Sho, that's a childish way of showing your jealousy.' Sho's conscience spoke up, finally getting a word in between his killing intent and his worry. 'You know how Aiba's naturally like that. Besides, you're not giving him nearly enough for him to be happy.'

'But... Aiba's... there... and... look!' Sho shook his head, eyes looking desperately around the place for something to help his temper. He found himself finding nothing and just shouting into his hand to relieve the high stress level he possessed.

'Screaming won't solve anything, Sho.' his mind talked to him.

'I don't know how to handle this! Help me!' Sho squealed in his mind, getting a very sudden headache in the process.

'I don't know how to help you, I can only help you from doing bad things... or keep you sane.'

'Sane?' Sho repeated, somehow irritated. 'If I'm having a serious mental conversation with my conscience.' Sho swung his arms out in frustration. 'How the hell am I sane!?'

'…You have a point.' Sho's consciousness sighed. 'Alright, I'll help you. It's just that, talking with me while those two are cuddling isn't helping at all. Now, clean up that coffee.'

+-----+

“I'm glad I talked to you Matsujun.” Aiba released his grip on Jun's waist and sat beside the youngest member. “I feel a lot better.”

“It's fine. Just be sure that I get what I want from you.”

“You can borrow all the manga and DVDs I own! Haha!”

“That's a good boy.” Matsujun smiled, leaning back into the sofa's cushions. Aiba giggled a little more by himself, then he shifted himself to lie across the sofa with his feet on Matsujun's lap. The sadist didn't seem to mind.

Sho entered the room, bag of snacks in hand. He smiled at Matsujun and dropped the bag in front of a very happy Aiba. He sat on the chair adjacent the sofa.

“Sho-chan! I'm better now.” Aiba smiled at the older male that smiled back warmly. “Thanks for the snacks!”

Matsujun's eyebrow raised. “Don't you always get iced coffee with that?”

“It's fine. It's probably sold out anyway, right?” Aiba laughed endearingly, Sho smiling at the adorable member.

“Actually, I kind of squeezed the can too hard and it popped.”

“Eh? Why would you do that?” Aiba's gratified face contorted into a confused one.

“Well... it's not really anything worth talking about.”

“Ah, if you say so.”

Aiba, ever the gullible guy, knitted his eyebrows but dropped the doubts anyway. Matsujun, however, managed to see through the smile and make something up in his mind about what may have caused it. It was quite obvious really.

Did Sho think that his figure could not be seen? Matsujun smirked inwardly.

With a mind like that, talking to himself and all, it had not occurred to Sho that he would have probably been seen. Matsujun saw him fidgeting too, the keen observer he is. That's what you get from being such a perfectionist.

With Aiba excitedly rummaging through the snack bag and with a spaced-out Sho too busy trying to clear his head of envious thoughts, Matsujun brooded a bit more.

'Well, the jealousy tactic slightly worked. Maa, just a little though. Sho-san is a little more logical than those other two and wouldn't be blinded by such an emotion that easily.' Matsujun stole a sidelong glance at Sho, still blank-faced. 'What could disturb him?'

“Ah! You bought Pocky!” Aiba raised his voice and snapped the two out of their stupors. “The strawberry one! Yay!” A bright smile was flashed to the two, unwilling smiles splashing their lips.

While Aiba was happily munching on his strawberry Pocky, Matsujun used his mind to send a telepathic message to Sho. The latter seemed to be suddenly surprised and turned his gaze to Matsujun.

Telepathy? Well, more like a really intense gaze.

Their eyes met and Matsujun convinced him with his eyes to talk to Aiba. Sho was a little hesitant but, with a commanding flick of a head towards Aiba's direction courtesy of Matsujun's perfect head, Sho stood up and walked towards Aiba slowly. Matsujun's evil eyes glinted, quietly standing up behind the rapper.

“Ah, Masaki...” Sho whispered, Aiba looking into his eyes as his given name was spoken. “You know—”

A click was heard from where the door was and Sho turned to it. A glance at the Matsujun-less room and locked door made him cringe slightly.

“Hmm? What's wrong?” Aiba sucked on a Pocky innocently.

Matsujun locked Sakuraiba in the room. They forgot that this kind of room could be locked from the outside. Sho sighed.

“Sho-chan, did Matsujun just...?”

“...Yes. Yes he did.”

Some silence.

“... Um...” Aiba's eyes brightened. “I want to play A no Arashi!”

'A no Arashi?' Sho thought, a little happy. '...If it keeps him happy.”

“W-Well okay, but in this—”

“The experiment is...

Who gets to be on top?” Aiba smiled shyly, boyishly, hopefully at Sho. 'Sorry, Matsujun.' Were the animal-lover's thoughts. 'I'm skipping the talk part.'

With a smirk, Aiba tackled Sho to the floor, tasting the flesh of his neck in delight. Sho fell into it, absolutely happy that Aiba wasn't coughing anymore.

Ha.

Yeah, right.

Sho had never been so excited about the experiment results.

Needless to say, but still to be mentioned... A no Arashi just got hotter.

In the heat, the two failed to notice the scream of one Matsujun, who, at the moment was blinded by his own marvelousness, carelessly entered the former dressing room and incidentally forgot that the Ohmiya pair was still inside and doing... things.

The youngest member's squeal was followed by hastily shouted words.

Words that sounded suspiciously like “Oh my gosh, you can do that!?” which didn't go unnoticed by the Sakuraiba pair.

Sho and Aiba paused their antics for a moment and stared at each other, eyes gleaming in excitement. Sho smiled up at Aiba in that endearingly chipmunk-y way that was just too adorable.

“Seems like you're not the only miracle in our group.”

+-----+

“Job well done, Jun. Very good. You get to have a nice shopping trip in a while.”

Matsujun reached across his chest and pat his own back in self-appreciation. It seemed that Matsujun was totally satisfied knowing that, other than him, Arashi was banging their respective interests right at that moment. He waited outside in the hallway, keeping the place clear of any curious passers-by with a smile and an unrelated chat while the curious were still entranced by the Matsumoto charm.

So yeah, even though he did have a teeny-weeny crush on Aiba (who has an unbelievably bright smile) and just because he liked picking on Riida (which is almost too impossibly cute to be anywhere near his real age) and although he respects Sho like he was still his tutor (the older man looked quite stunning with glasses on and Matsujun chooses not to remember that past interest) and however much Nino made him smile with his comments (his DoS side always looks forward to those knife-like words every time), he was still completely okay with it.

Well, maybe not completely completely, but just enough to not faint... anymore.

“.... pft.”

Matsujun sighed.

He liked his band mates more than he's willing to admit. It was his nature to keep a cool image and at the same time be so completely different in reality. He was good at acting too, so it was never a problem.

What was a problem though, were the persistently curious people continuously popping their heads on the far corner of the hallway, wondering the same thing: “What was that sound coming from?”

Matsujun just kept smiling and gently shooing them away without further incident.

Another sigh.

Those 4 better have ready some really expensive and stylish gifts for his birthday...

…Each.

Even Nino; no matter how much he hates spending money, that stingy baby.

Matsujun's eyes glimmered.

At that moment, a mysterious shiver ran down Nino's spine.

~~~~~~~~~~

How DoS of Jun! :]

Again, I quoted a line from that BL called 'Love Letter of Flowers' here. XD While writing the latter part, I got an idea! Tied together? - Ohmiya Idea. C:

Anyway, sorry if it was too long, too windy, and too 'going in circles'. Well, I thought it was. D:

Tell me what you think! XD ♥ Thank you for your comments on the last one. I was quite happy. *dies*

A-AHEM.

Um... well, this is really a two-shot, but I cut off the Sakuraiba part since I've yet to finish that one, but here's the Ohmiya part!

My deepest and sincerest apologies to those who waited absurdly long for an update. I feel really bad, and yes. I am quite better now, thanks to this user who happened to drop by! I'm so very thankful for your words of encouragement,ulilulelo-chan! I dedicate this to you! C:

I'm currently trying to get back on track with my fics but I'm quite happy to be back, and I'd like to ask you if you guys want me to post the Sakuraiba one as well. It's fine if you don't. XD

I'll leave the extra apologies as a footnote, so please enjoy! Belated Happy Nino Day to everyone! ♥





Matsujun watched his band mates curiously as they waited for their manager in the waiting room.

They would be doing the usual magazine photo shoot in a while, it was just that the venue was recently renovated and she feared that her charges would have trouble with the air. Arashi didn’t mind, but they would know better than to oppose her, since she was scary as hell if she was.

While she was busy negotiating, which would take a long while, the five were seated on the couches in the room downstairs, bored. Everyone was usually energetic and talkative, especially since it was early morning and they needed it but they were eerily quiet as of late and hardly interacted with each other unless it was on screen.

Nino was always playing with his cards whenever he was bored recently. He would still rather stay beside Ohno when they would sit together privately but he hardly ever looks at the older man. He used to play with Ohno when he was, touching him and teasing him, making the others feel uncomfortable with their shameless display of affection.

Now that his hands were busy with his cards, Ohno is left without a hand to hold. Nino would sometimes glance over at Ohno just to check if he was still awake, but other than that, his world would only be him and his cards. Ohno bowed his head into his bento just little more as he ate.

Ohno had a largely successful debut in drama. He then had gained an image of the serious, two-faced lawyer and Nino knew that he shouldn’t jeopardize that image since Ohno was finally getting the love he greatly deserved.

Touching Ohno’s butt too much wouldn’t be good so he tried to suppress the urge and distract himself with his cards.

Sho read at least three newspapers a day. It was for his job, Aiba knew that, but he would still bother his reading because of his get-go personality and his need to just play. Sho would entertain his antics more often than not because he was this kind of person.

When Aiba saw Sho unable to comment on a topic that he didn’t read on too much because of Aiba, he decided to stop himself. He read manga to entertain himself even for a little bit, and to hopefully divert his ever-growing desire to play with him, because Sho was way more fun than any manga he had ever read.

Aiba’s addiction to manga had gained him many worried looks. It had really been something that all of them considered to be serious. It really hit off with him, especially since Sho was busier with his work then. Sometimes he wouldn’t even go out from his room and eat his favorite food just because he was trying to finish reading the manga series he just bought which spanned around 12 volumes today. Sho couldn’t even get him out of it. Sho couldn’t even explain that he already knew that Aiba thought it was his fault when Sho couldn‘t properly comment.

Aiba didn’t want to say anything to Sho and Sho never wanted to force anything out of Aiba so it was a waiting game that neither wanted to end.

Matsujun would always be quite disturbed by their ways of relieving boredom, Ohmiya a perfect example, and it scared him even more that Sakuraiba was following their lead. He has grown somewhat used to their capers and, if they don’t play with each other, he would be troubled by it.

Though he wasn’t for this queer stuff, he’ll do something about it. They were his friends after all.

First up was Nino and Ohno.

He smiled to himself as he approached . That one was easy.

Just make Nino jealous and he’ll move on his own. He has done it countless times before and it always worked. All he has to do is to was be creative with whatever he’s going to do, specifically to Ohno.

Haha.

“Riida, can I sit beside you?” Matsujun flirtatiously smiled at Ohno who merely nodded, glancing at a preoccupied Nino.

“Thanks.” When Matsujun sat down, Nino’s eyes flickered past them, a hint of anger shining in them. Nino shifted in his seat as his character died because of the distraction. Matsujun was almost sitting on Ohno’s lap.

No, really. His legs were already on Riida’s lap. A little scoot and Ohno would become Matsujun’s own personal chair in less than a second, and Nino knew that. The gamer tried to focus a little bit more on his DS, pulling it closer to his face to force his eyes to look only there.

“Ah, Riida!” His own flirtatious voice shocked Matsujun. “There’s a bit of rice on the side of your mouth!”

Matsujun giggled inwardly as Nino let out a sigh that he thought was unobserved.

“You’re so cute!” A cringe from the man holding the gaming console. “Eating like a baby.” Matsujun wrapped his arms around Ohno’s head and pulled, sending their leader hurtling to the youngest member’s gently toned chest. Ohno said nothing but grew red and perplexed while the third man on the sofa’s face contorted into a dangerous glower.

“Let me get that for you…” After he licked the grain of rice from the side of Ohno’s lips, Matsujun’s victorious smile could not be hidden so he nuzzled his face in Ohno’s soft hair as he readied for the finishing blow and whispered in Ohno‘s ear. “…Satoshi~♥.”

With that, Nino stood up abruptly, his eyes darkened by the shadow of his bangs. His DS lay forgotten near his feet.

Ohno grew panicked. That kind of glare could not be premonitory to anything remotely good. He couldn‘t move from his place, seeing that his body was being held by Matsujun’s body. “N-Nino!”

Nino’s glare bore into Matsujun’s eyes, telling him a thousand things without even saying anything. The slightly scared but nevertheless happy DoS member slipped his limbs off Ohno and, in a crawl, backed away, watching as Ohno was forced to the side of the couch by Nino threateningly approaching him.

They thought that Nino would give Ohno a good whacking on the head and then stay near the older man like he always did, but they were too late to realize what Nino was going to do.

Nino’s knees slid smoothly over the couch’s fabric as his hands reached out to hold Ohno’s head towards him. Nino loomed over Ohno’s scared face, eyes devoid of any familiar kindness. Nino’s face inched closer to Ohno‘s, lips just barely brushing as he took a breath. Ohno did the same, just that his was more shakily taken.

“Oh-chan,” Nino’s eyes stared straight into Ohno’s confused ones, controlling and loving at the same time, but more terrifying than anything. “What did you just do?”

“P-Play with Matsujun…” His voice shaking, Ohno tried squirm away but it was a futile move to be attempting to back up into the armrest more.

“What did I tell you about playing those games with anyone but me?” Nino’s voice was laced with venom, although the tone he was using was sweet. When all he got as a response was a timid whimper, the gamer licked his lips, not-so-accidentally licking Ohno’s as well. The older man shook in something similar to pleasure, but overridden by fear.

“N-not to…” Ohno bit his bottom lip, squinting his eyes when Nino’s glare suddenly became too intense.

“And what did I say that I’d do to you if I ever saw you do that again?” Nino’s hand traveled down the petrified older man’s torso and rested comfortably over the bump at the front of his pants. Unzipping and unbuttoning Ohno’s pants expertly, Nino waited for a response.

“You‘d… you‘d…” Ohno’s face exploded in red’s brightest hue. Nino smirked against Ohno’s quivering lips.

“I’d?”

“You’d… do me…” Ohno gulped. “…h-hard…”

Nino placed his head against Ohno‘s, glaring sidelong at Matsujun who was trying to keep a straight face against the urge to smile or to cringe with all the cringing power he had. Nino‘s eyes narrowed and Matsujun jumped slightly at the scowl.

“Exactly, Satoshi.♥ ”

At that piercing glare, the three others who weren't in the middle of a heated make out session or a very extreme dressing-down ran out as fast as they can of that room and into another one beside it.

Oh, they cannot be controlled. Maybe... maybe it was because it was someone's special day soon? 

Probably, yeah. Let's go with that.

But Ohno's always passive like that, so it's anyone's guess, really.

One thing's for sure though, anyone who unknowingly walks into that dressing room is sure to get a big shock.

Let's just hope Chinen isn't lurking about anywhere nearby.




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Ah, okay.... so, I quoted another line from 'Love Letter Flowers' BL manga again.


*gulp* Okay, here I go...

hippiefox - I WILL DEFINITELY SEE YOU THROUGH TO THE END, 'WORDS'!!!! Please excuse my behavior.

zukkoke_iero - I know you've been writing some good stuff. :D I'm still loving Paretto, ne. ♥ Please excuse me.

regaime - You've been writing! *feels bad* Will read it because I really like what you do. 


To everyone, I will read the stories that I missed. One at a time, and I will comment like crazy when I get the chance. So, there. Please accept my being back. *bow*

I'm back from the beach! ♥

I forgot to post this before I went so... here it is. It's a sequel to Just a Game and it's Ohno's POV. XD

Please enjoy! <3

Kazu is one interesting person.

Most people can't tell what he's thinking but it would be really interesting to know, since his comments can be as sharp as a knife sometimes. He has many surprises up his sleeves, as his sudden addiction to magic shows.

What people fail to see in him enough is his eyes. Too focused on the cards in his hands, his eyes are the most expressive things about him. He can make a straight face but his eyes stay articulate.

I have to look into his eyes to see what he's really feeling, and even then he doesn't want to look back, if that makes sense.

He likes to have something to do with his hands and his brain. He has many hobbies but he would focus one one particular one until he's really good at it. Then he'll leave it.

They don't know the real reason for all those hobbies. I, a hobbyist myself, see it as a labor of love, something that makes me feel accomplished after I've done something productive like make a good sculpture or reel in a big fish.

Nino does it as a distraction.

He never told me anything of it, but a man needs something to take his mind off things he doesn't want to think about.

He will pursue anything that he really has a passion for. He wont stop unless he really needs to or he has to quit for the sake of work, which I have never seen him do. His hobbies are carefully thought out before he takes them up, thinking if it would disturb the others or interfere with the jobs they were doing.

He really likes his hobbies.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm his hobby as well.

If not, then I wish to be.

He would only pay attention to me as long as he's bored and without his DS or cards or money to occupy him. He would turn to me, and at those times I'm the happiest because I know he'll talk to me or play with me. Days like those are days that I wear my brightest smile because I don't know any other way to express my contentment.

Today is no such day.

We're just lounging on my couch watching television where Aiba was getting chased by animals. We weren't even watching anymore, we just left it on in the mutual understanding of the 'if we turn it off, it's going to be silent as hell in here' thought.

I played with my fish. He played with his cards. I thought he was too preoccupied to even remember my presence but...

He's looking at me again.

He thought I didn't notice, that expression he has when he's thinking of something sad. I can't seem to see anything but that on his face anymore. I realize that I'm the one who made him like this. I've always known what he's thinking, but I've never said it out loud. If I told him that I know that I'm making him suffer, he might become even farther that he already is to me.

A delicate balance of love and hate, is what I always have to check. He doesn't believe me when I tell him that I love him. He has been told too many lies to be able to really grasp the truth.

That's why I have to wait for him to greet me with 'I love you' first before I speak. That way, I know that what he's asking for is really an answer to the daily confession and reassure him that I really do, in the best way I know how.

Whether he believes me or not is not in my power anymore, it's the choice of his mind.

He doesn't know how much his small gestures throw my heart into chaos.

When he lightly bumps into me when we're beside each other, when his knees touch mine when we're sitting down, when he looks over my shoulder if he wants to look at something I'm reading, or even when he unintentionally places his hand on my knee, he doesn't notice my gaze floating towards him. He's too busy thinking up sharp comments to be worried about me.

That's why it feels so bad when he leaves my proximity and I can't even say or do anything.

I can only wait for his touch to flutter over me once more, so I stay close to him.

“Oh-chan, I love you.” Nino said suddenly but for the 4^th time today, making me smile and answer him sweetly. I love and hate it when he does that. He's telling me he loves me but he doesn't take mine seriously.

My phone rang and it was Matsujun. I promised to eat ramen with him. I can't talk to him in front of Nino because he might throw my phone and kill Matsujun with it.

I let it ring for a while...

“It's Matsujun.” I forgot this phone had voicemail... and I still don't know how to make it not speaker. It was too late.

“Are we still on for today? It's going to close in an hour. Text back if you're still going, If not, I have some friends eager to go with me so don't worry.” It ended.

Silence.

Nino shifted. “So... you're going out with Jun?”

“He just... He wanted ramen.”

“Are you going?”

“...Do you want me to go?”

Nino nodded to the door as I stood and walked to it in response. I didn't think he would really let me go, but if he wants that, I have no—

I felt his hand grab my shoulder just before I went out of reach and pulled hard. I spun around just in time to meet another hand that pushed me to the wall. I squirmed against his pressure, my back aching already.

“Why'd you follow me?”

“B-But I always follow you!”

“If you follow me so much, how do I know if you're doing it out of your own will or not? How do I tell if your answers are real or not? How can I make you believe me!?” Nino's voice was loud and weak at the same time. He shouted without much conviction. He looked away, a painful look on his face that he didn't want me to see. I saw it.

“Believe me first, Nino!”

Nino loosened his grip a little, just enough for me to raise my hand and lightly hit his head. “Believe me, okay?” I placed a kiss on his lips, not like the deep and rough ones we usually share, but a chaste and tender one. That one had more meaning than any of the deep kisses we've had. “If you're not the one, then I don't want to look for any other.”

The cheesiest line I can think of. I thought he would hit me for the weird line but Nino laughed.

“It's funnier because you're saying them.” Nino chuckled.

“I'm scared of losing you, so I keep to myself these feelings I have.” Another cheesy line.

“Oh-chan, its so weird to hear you say that!”

“If only you'd answer my heart's call then all of my worries would disappear. All things good and bad will fade away from my heart and all that it will leave is you. I just hope that you'll see me how I see you, and pray that our hearts will be able to speak and love and... and...” Ohno stuttered, forgetting the rest of the movie dialogue.

Nino smiled and took Ohno into his arms. “Is that a confession?”

“If you want it to be.” Ohno said into Nino's shirt, turning a little so that his words could be intelligible. “If you still need more lines... I love you because I want your face to be the last one I see before I go to sleep and the first one I see when I wake up...”

“Don't we already do that?” Nino smiled, enjoying Ohno's warmth and his effort to just talk more.

“...I want your touch to be what I think of when you're not in reach...”

“You don't even know...”

“...I want your kisses to linger on my lips until you place new ones on them...”

“R-Really?”

“...I want you.” I blushed, finally able to say it.

“I...” Nino stopped his remarks as the words set in, his face lighting up in realization. “You do?”

I nodded, happy that he got what I was saying.

“The bedroom's just over there...” I swung sidewards to keep myself from fainting. Before I even knew it, we were on the bed making out like the horny guys we were.

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Sorry! If you wanted sex, I'm not really good at those. I'll try to make another oneshot, or a continuation of my chaptered fic with it. XD I just ended it there. XD

I quoted a line from a BL called 'Love Letter of Flowers' here. :D Just so you know. XD

I was reading an Ohmiya fanfic sometime ago, and I wrote this after I read that.

I had no idea it became like this. O .o

Please enjoy. :D

“Oh-chan, I love you.” He turned to me after I said those words, not a trace of shock or whatever from his technically unseeing brown eyes. He was staring at me as if I was a glass figurine, seeing but not really.

“I love you too, Nino.” His smile was bright as he said this and he even tilted his head at me in the adorable way that he knew I loved. My lips curved upwards on their own put of habit but my heart was feeling heavy again.

I returned his smile in such a way that my eyes didn't have to meet his for very long. I attended back to my cards, my hands shaking a little bit more than usual.

I got the answer that I wanted to hear, but my heart wasn't satisfied. It was never satisfied anymore.

When I was younger, I used to get bored easily and would have to find ways to keep myself entertained to prevent a bad mood. When I saw him and he saw him, he intrigued me. He'd always been quiet and reserved, but when I try to talk to him casually, he says something completely unexpected. He is something that I can never get tired of and I would always try to sit close to him.

Years and years of being together gave me the permission to act this way towards him and he never once rejected me. I tried to hug him as close as I could once, just to see how he would react. He didn't push me away like most guys would, but he stayed there in my arms, cheeks and ears as red. I was quite surprised that he would act that way. Next I told him that I loved him, and he just blushed at me but nodded anyway. He smiled a lot more after I played with him and I felt very accomplished knowing that I've come a little bit closer to him.

It was like a game, really. Bit by bit, I would build my relationship with him, just because I can.

I was really happy when he started answering my confessions. Although casually, he would reply to my words as quickly as I would say them. It became very routine and I really liked it. Paired with that openness to my touches, I was very happy to have a friend that would be so much fun to play with. For years I did that and he accepted my attitude like he would a bowl of ramen—very eagerly. I had fun playing along with this game. The people around us would always stare at us and it somehow felt good to be fooling around with the people watching.

A few more years passed and I noticed that my body would heat up whenever I was close to him and my breath would grow shallower whenever he would gaze at me. I always thought that it was just something that would pass, like the cool sensation one gets after a shower or something a little more gradual, but it wasn't anything like that. The feeling stayed, if not grew more and more each time we would be together.

I didn't realize it then. But one day, he came up to me and looked into my eyes. We were the same height so it shouldn't have been that difficult to look back, but for some reason I had to shift my gaze every now and then. His hand held me by my waist like always and told me the three words that I was already too used to hearing.

I was supposed to be used to it.

My mouth moved on its own as I returned the words, unusually sweet on my tongue. I decided to place a chaste kiss on his lips, hoping for an honest reaction. Shocked eyes stared at me before the owner dropped his head, reddening for the first time in a while. My hand moved up to caress his cheek.

His face was hot. I lifted it to face mine.

He quickly leaned in and kissed me too, this one just as chaste as mine. I smiled at him, feeling renewed.

I was wrong about that. That feeling lasted only a few months.

After that, kissing became routine too. Whenever I would pass him in the hallway, my hands would reach out to him and pull him to me, kissing him deeply. Of course, those kinds of kisses were reserved for empty places where judging eyes wouldn't be present, but he still didn't get it.

When he would tell me that this game was fun every time I kissed him with all my heart, I just agreed, shutting him up with a deeper, rougher kiss to hide my tearing eyes.

I told myself that it was alright, since I'm the only one who was allowed to do that.

Ah. Wrong again.

After I saw Jun kissing him, I realized that I am not seen as anything special, nothing more than another band mate. He would let anyone into his personal space because that's just the way he is. I was just the first, and that was all. I felt sad for a while, the jealous person that I am, but I always made sure that I had a smile whenever I was with him. It was troublesome to be worried about.

I was already used to feeling that anyway.

I was glad when I figured out one of his habits of frequently looking at me while speaking or eating. I was really happy to know that I was the first one he looked at when he needed help and the first one his eyes would rest on when he would react to the food. I don't remember when I noticed that, but I would smile the slightest bit when he would look my way. It was a momentary connection between us and us only.

I was the only one who saw it that way, though.

I've grown to accept that I can't completely own him because it's in his nature to be someone who has a magnetic pull for people, although he prefers to be with himself.

Lazily sitting together on his couch, his hands occupied with a figurine of a fish and mine with my cards, I finally looked back on it all.

I stared at him silently, his eyes completely focused on what he was holding. He's so cute like that. I could tell him that, but he would just give me one of those amazing smiles and I would be even more down.

As I said, I have long accepted that fact already.

I know that he sees this as just a game, but I'm content with him being with me.

“Oh-chan...” My voice was softer than usual. I didn't know the reason. “I love you.”

He looked my way and smiled brighly, just for me. I felt the sting of tears at the back of my eyes.

“I love you too, Nino.” His eyes were almost hidden by his chubby cheeks as he smiled. It was endearing, the look on his face. I smiled back as cheerfully as I could.

“I know.”

I know that he doesn't really, but I'm glad that he tells me he loves me anyway.

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… I... I don't know what to say. D: Thank you for reading! ,:D

Uh....comment!? ,:c

I fell asleep writing this, and when I woke up, the feeling was gone and I didn't know how to finish it! So I had to read the Ohmiya fic again. *dies*

I'm sorry! D: It's always like this, huh?

I'm leaving for a while, but I wanted to post some stuff before that. This chapter was a little rushed, I'm not even sure if the story is understandable. *shot*

Well, please check it out anyway! :D Comments are loved, ne. ♥ Highly loved ne. XD

“Stop that.”

Nino looked back at the guy with a slight smile from his place against the couch's armrest. The tone of voice the guy used was almost inaudibly shy. Nino decided to play with that uncertainty. “Stop what?”

The guy sighed and shifted in his seat, crossing his arms irritably but apprehensively. “That.”

Nino smirked amusedly and watched as the distraught person across the room narrowed his gaze at him. Nino only smiled wider. “What that?”

“That that.” The young man pointed towards his direction with slight hesitance, a disapproving scowl plastered on his face. Ohno was lying on Nino's chest and napping while Nino was trying to shuffle his cards with one hand.

“Oh, you mean this that?” Nino wrapped his free arm around his Leader's head and kissed his forehead as softly as he could.

“Yes.” The guy's glare was strong, but Ohmiya was too happily caught up in their own world to really care. Nino saw that the young person across the room was blushing the tiniest bit.

“No.” Nino returned his attention to his cards while absentmindedly stroking Ohno's face gently. The man furrowed his eyebrows, an unbidden pout across his face. “I don't want to.”

“Why!?” The young man at least showed his respect for the sleeping man by not shouting too loud. Nino was a little impressed by the compassion the young man seemed to show unintentionally.

“Because.” Nino made a short bow at the action, which the younger man across him unconsciously bowed at in courtesy, not really taking his mind off the topic between him and Nino.

“Because?” The young person tilted his head, genuinely confused and expecting an answer.

“Because because.” Nino played with him more, gaining much amusement from the other person's modest attacks.

“Why don't you stop!?.” The guy had been putting up with their brazen closeness since he came into the room. He was asked to wait for his manager to call him for an interview in the other room when he spotted Ohno and Nino at the far corner together, Ohno asleep even before he came in.

He seemed very disturbed by it.

“Stop what?” Nino's smirk grew wider as he cuddled the man beside him shamelessly. “This?”

“Yes.” The guy deepened his frown at him, displeased that he was being toyed around with.

“He'll wake up if I do that.” Nino stroked Ohno's ear which elicited a gentle groan from the sleeping man. The guy jumped in his seat at the sound, reaching a hand out as if to touch him and make him sleep once more. Nino turned his eyes to the man across the room, a glint shining brightly in them. “You don't want that, do you?”

The guy grew red suddenly, averting his gaze to the floor. “Well...” He looked around the room full of empty couches and sat up a bit straighter than before but still looking away. “H-He does look quite content.”

Nino smiled. “I'll tell him you said hi.”

The guy raised his head and smiled at Nino. He nodded energetically. “You're not such a bad guy, Ninomiya-san.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” A sweet smile was flashed towards the young man, the aura of which totally contradicting the tone of his voice.

The guy made a confused face. “Ah, I don't unders—”

“It's your turn, Chinen-kun.” The manager's head poked through the door and he nodded towards the young man. Chinen stood up, flashing a cute smile at Nino who smiled back. “See you then.” He bowed and left politely while Nino huffed, satisfied that he had kept his ground and made amends with Chinen, not to mention that he still had Ohno sound asleep.

He was just a tiny bit proud of himself.

'YES! I am SO awesome! Yeah!!' Okay, perhaps 'tiny' wasn't the right word to describe the extent of his conceitedness.

As he celebrated in his mind, Ohno was dreaming up fishes and art brushes.

He was also dreaming of poking a passed out Nino on a boat with said art brushes.

Ohno was still thinking up those wicked plans, but recently those so-called 'evil' plans weren't so horrible anymore. Maybe. Plans to kill were still plans to kill, even if the rating went from R to a PG. The overly kind Riida decided not to take chances and just keep the downhill slope going for as long as it should, seeing that he can get distracted pretty easily anyway.

Meanwhile, he'll just keep himself occupied with fishing and art and Nino's antics and continued to wait for dream fishes in his dream boat.

Nino put down his cards on the side table closest to him and placed that hand over Ohno's brown head, smiling slightly.

“You know, you're just too cute.” Nino ran a finger across Ohno's smooth cheek repeatedly as he ranted in a soft voice to no one.. “Everyone likes Riida. I have no qualms about that, but the thing is, I want Riida to only look at me.”

“That's impossible though. You're really too kind...” Nino whispered mostly to himself in a slight daze, a hand still stroking Ohno's hair. “I wouldn't be surprised if I find out that you would cancel a round-the -world fishing trip just because I said so.”

“You thought I didn't hear you? Screaming and crying while you were sleeping.” At that, Ohno coincidentally shifted, in his dreams a big fish had pulled too hard and snapped his rod in two. He settled in once more after a few pats from Nino's hand. “I know it's my fault. It has always been mine, hasn't it? You always deny that, but I know...” Nino cringed ever so slightly at his own words, grabbing hold of Riida's shoulders gently. Nino kept Ohno still as he slipped off his seat and onto the floor, laying Ohno on a pillow in place of the magician's body. Ohno didn't seem to notice anyway, still happily fishing and poking Nino in his brightly-colored dream. “I'll fix you.”

Nino reached a hand out to touch the sleeping man's face but paused over his round cheek. It hovered over his face for a moment longer before Nino pulled it with him as he stood straight. “You're really the kindest person I've ever met. It's amazing how much you can take without really cracking.”

Instead of the caress he wanted to give originally, he mischievously decided to straddle the peacefully sleeping Ohno.

'It's also amazing that I get to do this, finally.' Nino thought as he lovingly stared at the man below him. He leaned forward, slipping his arms on either sides of Ohno's head and kissing his slightly pouting lips, in effect waking Ohno up just as he was about to reel in the biggest fish there was.

He lost the fish, but what greeted him when he woke from the slumber was far more alluring.

“Morning.” Ohno managed to mutter despite his growing blush.

“Chinen said hi.” At least Nino kept his word, not that it made him any happier. He wasn't exactly joyful to have uttered his name either, and to Ohno too.

The sudden statement left Ohno dumbfounded. He knows that that particular junior had Nino frowning and even the mention of his name made Nino's eyes narrow dangerously, after he found out about how Chinen idolized Ohno.

“Chi—” Lips covered his suddenly, passionately. He didn't resist, not that he would, really. He succumbed to the sensation of Nino's tongue tasting him and his hands running over his body. He wrapped his arms around Nino's waist and responded, delighted.

'You have absolutely no idea how I play, Chinen.'

Nino was easily bored.

He had nothing to do because the first topic today didn't interest him at all.

The guest he wanted to meet was still going to arrive in the middle of the show, so he had time to be bored.

Him being not able to use his sharp comments weren't helping either, since he was seated the farthest of the 5 away from the guest. It was hard for him to put a word in, so he stayed quiet.

The good thing about this was he was with the other member who didn't put much effort into talking either, Ohno.

He decided to relieve his boredom and play a little game with Riida while the camera was busy focused on the guest and other members.

Nino scooted closer to Ohno and Ohno did the same, their movements unnoticed because the guest made a joke and attention was on her. His moving towards him was a sign that he was bored too and was up for the game.

This game was something they haven't played in a while, but they used to play it often. Because of the wait, both were ready and willing.

The game didn't have a name and it had no permanent rules. Ohno and Nino were playing this game even before they realized they were playing at all. The goal was: to touch each other without the camera catching them in the act of, and if a camera was on them and they decided to initiate the play, to touch the other as subtly as possible so that the others or the crew wont notice.

Someone loses if it's their turn and they are given notice by the other people surrounding the gaming area or if the camera focuses on them while they were attacking. To avoid this, they act like they were getting something from behind the other person or looking at what they were reading or some other acting thing. Sometimes it would work, and in the times that they were caught without reason or just high in tension, the game would immediately shift to “Fanservice mode” and they would touch each other as long as the camera was on them.

A fun game for those playing and watching.

They never really cared for who won though, the fun was the game itself.

Nino chose to begin the game by creeping a hand behind Ohno and wrapping it around his shoulders. Nino tried to pull down his furtive smile that just wont keep hidden. Ohno too, but he wasn't really trying that hard.

They both looked around and confirmed that no one had seen. Both looked at each other and smirked.

Ohno's hand traveled across Nino's back and rested it on the gamer's waist, pulling him even closer.

Nino caressed Ohno's ear and the older man had to suppress the urge to shiver to Nino's delight.

Ohno threaded his fingers in Nino's hair that seemed to grow really quickly, not that he complained.

Matsujun wondered why laughter wasn't heard behind him so he looked back and was what Ohmiya was doing just Nino's hand was pushing Ohno's head to face him.

Nino noticed his shocked face as well as the cameraman, who began to move the camera their way.

Nino looked into Ohno's eyes, the mischief in them doubling in a flash. 'FM?'

Ohno sighed quickly, nodding. 'FM.'

He sort of wished he had more hesitance.

Nino quickly ran a hand up Ohno's shirt as the camera landed on their playful figures, head nearing Ohno's own and Nino stopped going forward when their foreheads touched.

A sweet smile. “You're mine.”

Nino whispered lustfully into the blushing man's ear, just loud enough to be picked up by their microphones.

“Nino!” Ohno proclaimed, surprised and reddening.

“NINO!” The rest of the people around them screamed, faces red. The audience, all women, were in a frenzy.

Nino simply smiled at the camera nearest him, as adorably as he could muster.

“Yes? ♥”

The audience grew even wilder.

“Okay, now that Ohno-kun and Ninomiya-kun are separated,” Sho said as the camera zoomed out to show Ohmiya on the opposite ends of the couch, amused at the success and both unhappy about the distance between them. “Let's move on. Our next guest has a special skill that she wants to show everyone today. She has studied thoroughly on Psychoanalysis and is a Psychology major. Maya-san, what is it that you want to showcase for us today?”

She stood up, bowed and looked forward to the camera. “It's my hypnotism prowess.”

Ohno and Nino straightened their postures.

“I want to prove my ability and I've heard that most of Arashi is prone to being hypnotized.”

Traumatized by previous hypnotic experiments earlier in their careers, they were hesitant to be doing that again. It was even scarier that it was Maya, a hypnotist who was known for her latent ability to control people and really make them do anything, even to make liars tell the truth or to make the most unyielding person deny the beliefs they have been abiding to all their lives.

Young and beautiful, she was betwitching and completely in her own league. Thing was, she was really scary. So scary, in fact, that people would fear her because, according to a recent rumor of hers, her last boyfriend was found dazedly swimming in a dumpster after he broke up with her.

She was that scary.

Even more so because anyone could succumb to her, especially Arashi who already had previous experiences.

“So, who wants to be hypnotized?” Maya's eyes glinted.

“RIIDA!!! Maya-san is calling you!!” The three pushed Ohno to stand before Maya. Nino had this feeling in his stomach that it wasn't a very good idea.

Ohno, out of habit, glanced at Nino and saw his worried face. He gave him a reassuring tilt of the head and faced the lady.

“Here, Ohno-san. Pick one.” Maya-san brought out a small box and opened it towards Ohno. In it were small, round medallions that were face down. There were 5 inside.

He pointed to the one in the middle and Maya-san raised it by its ribbon and it turned.

It was Ohno in his Maou look.

“Eh?” Ohno looked at the picture on the button pin-like thing in curiosity. It was familiar, in a vague sense.

“You're a lucky one. Now Ohno-san, don't you feel sleepy?” Maya's hand swooped towards the confused Arashi leader and snapped her fingers. Ohno suddenly fell as if passed out. Good thing that he was near the rest of Arashi that saved him before he hit his head.

“Ah, that was too quick and too deep. I take it he's gullible and easily hypnotized?” Maya asked and the other 4 scared members nodded politely, laying Ohno on the couch they were seated on.

“What are you planning to do?” Aiba asked with a worried tone of voice. Sho and Matsujun nodded in agreement, feeling very uneasy while Nino stayed behind them, trying to figure out what was causing the odd feeling.

“Whatever you want me to do.” Maya suddenly turned to them, her gaze strong and willful. She turned to the man at the back. “Ninomiya-san?”

Nino raised his head to meet her gaze. Neither said anything for a while. Meanwhile, Maya kneeled beside Ohno, running her long fingers over his forehead.

“Don't.” Nino said aloud by accident, blindly wishing that the thought should have stayed one. He continued. “Don't do that. He'll wake up.”

Maya raised her eyebrows, intrigued. No one has ever told her, directly or indirectly, that her orders weren't effective. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

“Why is that?”

“I'm still controlling him.”

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 Ohno stared at his watch for the nth time that minute.

Today was the end of Nino’s overseas stay and the rest of Arashi went to meet him at the airport. They had to move some appointments because Ohno seemed to be very troubled after Utaban and they wanted to accompany him when he said that he wanted to meet Nino at the airport. They were worried for both performers, and at the back of their minds they wanted to see what would ensue between the two members.

And, if ever there would be any physical arguments, they would be there to mediate. They highly doubted that a tussle would ever happen between the two though, since Ohno was a patient and forgiving leader who would never keep a grudge.

He just seemed to have his guard up today and for that reason, the members were keeping an eye out for him. Only at rare moments do they see their normally reserved and calm leader move about so much and with such a bothered look on his face while doing so. The only times that they remembered his distressed face clearly was at their concert debut and when he was asked to sing ‘A.Ra.Shi.’ in Chinese by himself, to name a few.

The plane Nino was on was to land in that hour and Ohno was getting quite worked up about it, since it was already half past that hour. He seemed so nervous waiting for Nino to come through those doors and meet them, checking the time every ten seconds or so and moving about. He walked around the waiting room, unable to stay still while the other members sat on the chairs casually, staring at him.

“Riida,” Aiba started, his bento half eaten and on his lap. “Take a seat. Nino will be here so stop being so nervous.”

“That’s right.” Matsujun agreed, closing his book to appear more serious. “You seem like an anxious father waiting for the news about your wife’s delivery.” Aiba and Sho laughed and Ohno gave them an uneasy glance.

“Well, it sure feels like it...” Ohno continued to walk around the place with even more of restlessness in his step. The other three’s smiles faded off their faces and stood up to approach Ohno.

“Ohno-san, are you serious?” Sho placed a hand on Ohno’s shoulder to get his attention. Ohno jumped at the touch and turned t to them.

“Ah? What?” At this, Sho sighed. The others gathered around their leader with arms crossed and eyes very curious. Ohno stepped back once, his face contorting cutely into a scared pout.

“Why are you so jumpy and worried, Riida? Something happened, huh.” Aiba nudged Ohno’s shoulder. Ohno raised a hand to rub it on instinct but Matsujun grabbed that hand and looked into his eyes with conviction.

“Ohno-kun, we’ve all been very worried about you since that Utaban thing. If you have troubles, you could come to us and we’ll listen.” Matsujun turned to Aiba and Sho behind him who nodded firmly. They placed their hands over Ohno’s and Matsujun’s.

“We’ll always be here for you. We’ve grown together and we’re more like family now.” Aiba told them, squeezing his hand over all of theirs. “Those times when I said that I was glad to be Arashi, even though I was drunk those times, I wasn’t lying.”

Ohno looked very startled at his friends’ open concern and dedication to their bonds. He sighed softly and graced them with a gentle smile.

“We’ve been together for almost a decade, and we’ve known each other for more than that. If I can’t talk to you guys, I don’t know what I’d do. I’m not troubled, really. I’m just nervous...” Ohno leaned closer to them and the three leaned in as well.

“It’s because... well, it’s a secret.” Ohno leaned back and smiled happily.

The three gaped at his words and looked at each other, dumbfounded. They laughed it off quite well and returned to their seats, but their minds begged for an answer.

Aiba thought it was something related to some sickness of some sort. He truly hoped that it wasn’t anything like that. When he got sick, everyone was very worried about him and he vowed to live his life with as much fun and happiness as he can, that’s why he’s been enjoying overseas jobs at Shimura Dobutsen all the time. If Nino was like that too, that would explain his want to sightsee in Paris. Aiba didn’t want to believe himself though.

Sho thought that it had something to do with Ohno’s drawings. Maybe Nino ruined them somehow, and was escaping a wrath of Ohno by going out of the country. That would also explain why Nino didn’t mention Ohno in the VTR—because he was upset that he hurt Ohno. It wouldn’t be the first time that Nino did that, and he still believes that Nino is still a trickster inside because he’s using magic to deceive people and entertain them at the same time, which is similar to what he did on Ni no Arashi. He’s just like a pro now, though.

Matsujun thought that it was because Ohno’s clothes were borrowed by Nino without his permission. Surely, Ohno must be worried about what the condition his favourite clothes were after being borrowed. If it were Matsujun, he would be cringing at the thought of unintentionally torn clothes. Maybe Nino wanted to show that he’s regretful by getting him clothes from another place? That would certainly impress Matsujun, but it was Ohno. He doesn’t really care about clothes.

They all had different ideas. Watching Ohno act so unlike himself, they could easily tell that something was up.

More so because they felt exactly the same as when they found out about Ohmiya SK.

“Please proceed out this way and thank you for flying with us.” The stewardess ushered the flyers out the plane and through a narrow passage where they went out into the part of the airport for the arrivals. Nino was greeted by the stewardess with quite a larger smile than the rest.

“Thank you very much for flying with us, Ninomiya-sama. I really hope that you will fly with us sometime soon.” The stewardess gave him a kissy face which Nino shivered at when she was out of sight. He just asked for water, and she thought that he was flirting with her. He sighed, wondering if he should mention this to the others. It would be an interesting topic and he would keep his stewardess fans happy since he would mention them. He doubted that the younger three minded, but Riida was a different case.  

Maybe he should keep quiet after all.

He went through all the security checks and baggage claims without incident but he realized something. His original baggage of a shoulder bag and a medium-sized duffle bag had grown to three duffle bags, a shoulder bag and a very full backpack. His own stuff was dwarfed by the amount of gifts he bought there. He never wanted to spend too much, but he felt so lonely there that when he would see something that looked like it could relate to someone he knew what he was doing, he already bought without even thinking. It was amazing what homesickness could do, since the stingy Nino used his money without a second thought.

Aiba was partially right, although Nino didn’t know it.

Nino became troubled because he doesn’t know how to carry all these things by himself. He was the last one to be in the area because he had spent time balancing the bags on himself. He could have just got a cart for all of the bags but in this airport, you have to pay for a cart to be dispensed. Nino had already spent too much on his trip and wasn’t willing to let go of even the smallest amount of money.

He kind of wished that he called his friends to meet him there and help him with the baggage but Nino didn’t call or made public his arrival, so he wasn’t expecting a crowd of fangirls greeting him at the arrival waiting place. He was just a little embarrassed by him image, a backpack and a shoulder bag hanging off his small torso and the three duffle bags desperately being held up by his hamburger hands. From far away, he looked like a salesman of pillows. He bowed his head to apologize but the fangirls just screamed even louder.

“Welcome back, Ninomiya-kun!”

“Hope you had fun!”

“Please don’t go away again, Nino~♥!”

“We all missed you.”

The last voice came from somewhere he couldn’t see its owner, but it was very near. It sent shivers down his spine immediately after hearing it. The fans were suddenly quiet, as if witnessing a solemn moment. He closed his eyes tightly. He felt 4 pairs of arms get his things, leaving him with a very light shoulder bag.

It was them, he was sure. Being with them for years and being a touchy guy, Nino knew exactly what their presences felt already. He stood still with his head down and eyes shut. He just didn’t know how to react. Didn’t they have work today? They couldn’t have… for him?

To laugh or be embarrassed, to smile or be serious, to ignore them and appear funny or to be embarrassed at their sweetness… Nino had no idea what kind of face to show them. What would be best? Maybe a chuckle would be good, to show that he’s fine. Perhaps a moment of false anger and then an explosion of awkwardness. That would make them laugh. At a situation like this, there could be many possible outcomes. What would be the finest for him, he thought.

 His mind was confused at what expression he should present and he thought of the possibilities. He stood there, unmoving, unseeing.

Ohno’s brows knitted together in a quick surge of emotion. He walked briskly to the younger man in silent conviction and hugged him from behind, bringing Nino out of his thoughts and opening his eyes in surprise, only to be met by darkness.

Something was over his eyes.

A hand, his hand, was gently hovering over his eyes.

The hand that he had always deemed very beautiful. He seemed to feel that he was unworthy of such hands, owned by such a gentle person, touching his face. He raised his own in an attempt to grab it off.

“Nino, it’s enough.”

Nino’s hand stopped midair at Ohno’s words. “I don’t want an act anymore. I don’t want it all to be a game just for kicks.” Ohno placed his forehead against the back of Nino’s head as the small arm dropped. Ohno’s hand did not move from Nino’s eyes.

“I want Kazu’s real emotions to spill out right now. I know you’ve been keeping them in your heart for years all bottled up. Show me, Kazu, just with how you feel…”

…How would Kazunari react?”

 Nino’s stern face softened as he bit his lower lip. He hadn’t felt them coming, but his eyes were tearing under Ohno’s hand, salty water soon streaming down his face through the small gap between them. The sobs in his throat too at first came silently but they quickly grew uncontrollable as his legs weakened. The two knelt onto the floor, Ohno never taking his hand off over Nino’s eyes as the younger man cried hysterically but somewhat calmly. His body was relaxed and still but his eyes would not stop crying and his sobs did not cease. Matsujun, Sho, and Aiba came and kneeled close to the two, already figuring everything out.

These two were into it for real.

Now truly, Ohmiya SK.

A few days passed since that incident. They had asked the fans and most of the people who were there to keep quiet about this incident in exchange for free CDs and more sexy candid Matsujun pictures that Sho gave out when the model of which was in the bathroom. Aiba readied the CDs and pictures already, since Sho and Matsujun already inferred ahead what Ohno was planning.

Of course, the fans took the pictures and CDs with much zeal and promised to keep their mouths shut and photos kept for a while.

Another Arashi no Shukudai-kun filming and Nino was happily interacting with the staff while waiting for the others to arrive. He came extra early to show off his new magic trick to anyone he could find that was willing to see it.

Ogura-san watched them laugh and be amazed at Nino’s skill. He was eating a bento beside Producer-san and observing the staff and Nino play with each other as the other four entered the studio, all of them happily greeted by and greeting Nino. Nino

“Nino’s expression has never been this cheerful. I wonder what happened.” Ogura-san asked Producer-san. The other shrugged and smiled very brightly.

“Maybe it’s because of Arashi.” Producer-san bowed and went to check on the food that would be served later on to the guest. Ogura-san smiled.

“It’s really nice seeing friends like those. It’s like they grew even closer than they already were. It’s really amazing.” Ogura-san slurped the ebi tempura quickly, talking through his food. “I’m really getting old, huh.” Ogura-san placed his chopsticks over the bento and went to get ready.

While the staff was on the other side of the studio panicking over one of the expensive meals missing, Arashi were at the other side, talking about the incident.

“Everyone there was crying! Riida, you made everyone cry! You’re horrible.” Aiba laughingly said as the others laughed with him.

“Yeah. Even the guards couldn’t move us away from the exit or calm the crowd because they were crying too!” Matsujun said as the four laughed even more. They quieted down a little and Sho wrapped an arm around Nino’s shoulders, shaking him.

“You know, though… the one who was crying the most there was you. We’re glad you’re okay, Nino!” Sho patted Nino’s shoulder for everyone.

“Ah, but the hero and the villain!” Nino went to Ohno and hugged him. He slightly pulled away, but not before leaving a quick kiss on his forehead. Still linked at the arms, Ohno smiled and blushed at the affection.

“Nino, I like you the best!” Ohno puckered his lips cutely and Nino happily tagged along and puckered up as well, leaning forward towards Ohno.

The other petrified members hurriedly wrapped their arms around the two guys, effectively pulling them apart, in Nino’s displeasure. He forgot that they still didn’t really know about Ohno confessing his undying, forevermore love to him via the phone.

“Ah, whatever. That’s what holidays are for, ne Riida?” Nino kissed the air at Ohno, at which the oldest member blushed deeply.

“AHA! It’s here, in Ohno-san’s bag!” A staff member screamed, holding the expensive piece of bread. The four looked at Ohno with eyes playfully narrowed.

“Riida…” They said in chorus, smiling at the same time as well. Ohno looked around with a growing smile on his face.

“It had EVERYTHING in it!” He suddenly exploded with fervor. “It had tuna, curry, wiener sausage, raisin, chocolate, custard, bean paste...

“Hey, hey!” The others felt their meals suddenly go up their throats.

“Satoshi is so cute!” Nino kissed his nose this time, like before. “Let’s make bread like that, okay? There’s a Gekkan Arashi soon and...”

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Also, Beware: Angst ahead.

THERE’S A REASON THIS FIC IS AN M/R. Yes, I changed it. :D That was the surprise. It’s only a tiny scene though, but I’m not really that good in Rs, so please forgive me. *shot*

It’ll escalate in a few chapters. So, yeah. There are sexual scenes in the following, as well as some scenes that are not suitable for those who love peace. D:

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“Oh-chan!”

Ohno was hearing things. It had been like this for a while. He ignored it has he continued to walk, thinking about all the plans that he might be able to do once Nino comes back. Ohno could sabotage Nino’s plane and send him to the Amazon where he could live with the multitude of animals there, never to return.

“Oh-chan!”

Ignoring the voice once more, his heart disagreed with the plan entirely. How could Ohno do that? If ever he went through with the plan, he would have to live with the fact that Nino was even farther from where he was right now. He needed a plan to get his mind and heart settled. How about corrupting his DS files and burning his cards in front of his face? That would make him cry. Again, his heart responded with a strong feeling of dread if ever that would happen. Instead of harming Nino, Ohno’s plan would backfire and send Nino out trying to kill him with a newfound vengeance.

“Oh---chan!!” The higher-pitched voice sang from behind him with an undertone of an angel.

‘That voice again? Is it trying to tease me? It’s even more annoying because it sounds so much like—’

“It’s Nino!”

Okay. That got his attention.

Ohno stopped in his tracks and turned around and, sure enough, it was his Nino. He was carrying a DS, half-played.

Ohno was convinced that the ‘Ni’ in ‘Nino’ came from ‘Nintendo.’ It just fit.

Nino, with a woollen scarf around his neck and a bright smile on his face, walked up to Ohno and stopped a few feet away. He put his bags down and looked up towards Riida who seemed a lot more than surprised. He was wearing Ohno’s shirt but it wasn’t the one that Ohno gave him a few days earlier.

It was light blue and had a big picture of a goldfish on it. Under the picture, the words: ‘I ♥ Ranchuu!’ were printed. Clearly, the owner could not have been Nino.

He was thinking about it so much that he became vulnerable to Nino attacks. So Nino did.

“Oh-chan! I missed you!” Nino leaped forward and trapped Ohno in a death-grip-bear-hug type of thing. Ohno could just stand where he was, not really from shock but from the fact that it was a -grip-bear-hug type of thing. He couldn’t move an inch.

Where did he get that? Ah, more importantly, how did he know that Ohno owned such a thing? It was hidden very well at the very back of his closet.

Ah, even more importantly...

He’s here? Has it been 2 weeks?

No. It had been less.

 9 days to be exact.

Huh.

“Oh-chan!!!” Nino continued to nuzzle his face against a confused Ohno’s neck.

“It’s you, Nino? It hasn’t even been 2 weeks yet...” Ohno’s hand travelled to Nino’s lower back

“I really, really missed you, so I came back!” Nino hugged him even tighter before letting him free from the embrace, but remaining in close proximity to Ohno’s face. Nino smiled brightly at the older man that never really seemed to grow older.

“Nino... you didn’t have to. I mean, it was good for you to have a vacation anywa—” Kiss.

“...?” Ohno was still as a rock, seeing but not really seeing. Nino came closer to him, his things left unattended behind him as he approached Ohno with a worried look on his face.

“Riida?” Kiss.

“WAH!!” Ohno covered his mouth with his hand and tried to back away, only to find out that he was backed up to a wall with Nino’s arms on either side of his body, holding him in place. His eyes widened as he realized that Nino was going for more.

“Satoshi...” Ohno’s breath caught in his throat and his face suddenly flared up. The way Nino said his name was so... lustful.

Nino tenderly claimed Ohno’s lips, seemingly tentative, but when Ohno opened his mouth to let Nino explore with his tongue, the kiss grew more intense and rough.

“Mm...!” The kiss broke and Ohno felt a hand travel up his shirt as Nino trailed kisses near his collar.

“Oh-chan’s body is very naughty. Just a little kissing and there’s already this?” The hand moved down to the bulge in Ohno’s pants and ran a finger over it, earning a gasp from Ohno. Ah, Nino was so in control.

Nino softly bit into the flesh of Ohno’s neck and then paused abruptly to gaze at Ohno who had his head to the side, shivering with pleasure.

“Ah, such a pretty neck...” Nino murmured as his hands slid up to his slender neckline. “How wonderful would I feel...” Nino laughed suddenly with empty sound, his voice becoming frightening. “...when I’ve crushed it?”

Ohno’s eyes widened in panic and turned his head to meet the menacing eyes of a demon. Nino grabbed onto Ohno’s neck and slammed him to the floor with a loud and painful slam.

Ohno didn’t even have the time to utter his pain-induced words for Nino was already straddling him and placing his weight onto the hands around Ohno’s neck. Nino was smirking widely.

“Ah, you like that?” Nino gripped his neck with increasing force and Ohno couldn’t do anything but to struggle desperately against his unforgiving grip.

His throat was mercilessly getting crushed and his breathing growing shallower every intake he managed to get. Nino’s eyes were blank as Ohno stared up into them, trying to find the smallest bit of emotion in them, but finding none. His eyes were uncontrollably shedding tears.

“Ka... zu... I’m... so...”

Nino’s eyes sparked and for a moment, he was going to stop this lunacy.

“Kazu...?” Nino squinted his eyes as if he was thinking about it seriously. The expression faded away and he leaned towards Ohno with a growing smile. “What kind of name is ’Kazu’? It’s a girl’s name! I’m not weak!” Nino’s grip was overwhelming now, and Ohno felt himself unable to breathe anymore.

He felt his life slip away slowly as his eyes became vacant.

His vision faded into black...

...that’s when Ohno woke up.

He blinked a few times in the darkness but gave up trying to adjust his vision to the miniscule light reaching his eyes.

He didn’t want to see reality right now.

He closed his brown eyes and heaved a soft but miserable sigh, half-heartedly wishing that his mind would go back to sleep once more, to see Nino.

He knew it was impossible.

He dreamt about Nino... no, he dreamt about being killed by him.

His heart tightened at the thought of the magician’s smiling face and then that malice-laced laugh echoing in his head...

He sat up.

Even if he missed Nino, he still couldn’t take nightmares of that nature anymore. He was tired of waking up breathless and in tears. He was sick of the feeling of hatred from his heart that Nino was betraying him. He didn’t want to feel this way anymore.

 “Nino... are you really after me? You... love me, right? I don’t understand... tell me... my mind... my heart... it’s confusing...” Ohno, after having that dream for the 9^th time in a row, bowed his head and broke down. His eyes couldn’t hold them back anymore. His chest heaved as he tried to keep himself from sobbing too loudly, afraid to let others hear him. He wrapped his arms around himself, desperately trying to control his shaking shoulders but he failed to ease his heart that was so troubled by his thoughts.

Nino was his friend, maybe even more. He’d never hurt Ohno. Ohno knows that but these thoughts would not cease. They would not stop, even if every night since Nino left he tried to convince himself otherwise.

He didn’t want to cry, he really didn’t. Not because he thought he wanted to be strong...

It was because nobody would comfort him.

“Nakai, act as you always do.” The producer of Utaban said before counting down and starting the show.

Nakai complained a little that the producer said his name a little too rudely and that became the opening of the show.

“So, if Producer-san got the message, let’s move on. Here’s ARASHI!”

Arashi entered via the door and Nakai seemed surprised. They sat down, leaving one chair unoccupied.

“Eh? Isn’t Arashi a five person group?” Nakai pointed to the chair without anyone on it. “Or was I hallucinating all these years?” They laughed.

“Nino has gone away to rest for a while.” Sho explained as he crossed his arms. “It isn’t work related, so he’ll be back in a few days.”

“It was so sudden for us, ne! I just turned on the news and then, Nino! I was surprised, ne!” Aiba said, crossing his arms like a child.

“He didn’t tell us at all. We were all shocked.” Matsujun said, following Aiba’s example and crossed his arms as well.

“...” Ohno looked confused and just crossed his arms as well. Everyone laughed.

“Ohno-kun, please say something too.” Matsujun nodded to him.

“Uh...” He thought for a moment and looked into the camera, re-crossing his arms. “Nino has to bring back food for him to be forgiven.” Now, everyone laughed at this too.

“Since you all miss him so much,” Nakai half-stood up for the staff to see.

“Please bring Nino out!” The staff carried the newer, updated cut out and placed him where Nino would have sat—next to Ohno.

Ohno had mixed feelings about this, but did not speak against it. It was comforting somewhat anyway.

“Also, we contacted Ninomiya and we have this VTR for everyone from Ninomiya himself! Dozo!” The VTR came on.

“Hey there, everyone!” Nino stood in front of the camera that he was holding. Ohno inferred that he recorded this and sent it via email to Nakai when he was contacted. Very quick, and it wouldn’t have cost him a yen. He was at the foot of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. “Sorry that I suddenly made up my mind to travel to here, but look!” He looked around the place with the camera. “It’s beautiful!”

The whole VTR, Nino was talking about the sights and how he would bring home some stuff. They arrived at the hotel Nino was staying at.

“I’ll bring home lots of stuff for everyone!” Nino smiled at the camera and laid it on a table, facing him. He took  a bag from behind him and, showed the contents to the camera. “I bought Nakai some sunglasses, I bought Takaaki-san a coat, and I Ogura-san signed magazines of French models.” They laughed. Oh, Ogu-san...

“Next, I got Jun some arm things that seem to be in style and some clothes. Masaki gets some clothes from me, so does Sho.” He brought them up for the camera to see.

“I would have wanted to go back earlier, but if I do, the money I spent coming here would have been a waste! I will be back within a week.” After that, he said his goodbyes and the VTR ended.

Everyone was quiet.

“Eh, he forgot Ohno-kun...” Aiba glanced at Ohno who had his head tilted down.

“...It’s okay.” Ohno smiled a little at them. “He’s having a lot of fun. It’s fine. I’ll call him in a while.”

“Okay... if it’s really okay.” Ohno gave a final nod and then the corner proceeded.

The show ended and everyone had to go to wherever they were going. They had their work to do and it was Ohno’s day off today. They were hesitant to leave him but he insisted that he was alright so they went their separate ways.

He realized that he had left his phone at home so Ohno went straight there. 

Still feeling down, he entered his home and made a beeline for the kitchen. He ate some noodles but he still felt depressed. He went to his room. There he found it lying on his bed, 1 new message unopened.

He opened it and was surprised.

Ohno-kun... It read. I sent you something. Check your computer, it should be there already.

 I miss...

...

 please watch what I sent you.

-Nino

P.S. Please eat before you sleep.

Ohno, unsure, went to his computer and opened his mail. The newest one was from Nino. It was a video. He pressed play.

“Hey there, Ohno-kun... I... It’s Nino...” The voice seemed scratchy and strained. Ohno could tell that it was night time when Nino shot this. “Have you eaten?”

Ohno nodded in response, as if Nino could see him. He didn’t care, he was troubled.

“I... had a dream... about you.”

Ohno was very troubled now. He strained his ears to hear the audio. Nino was whispering.

“I dreamt that I lost you. I lost all of you. I lost everyone and everything I had... I never want to experience that... not again.” Nino was crying now. It was dark and the camera angle wasn’t good, but the soft sobs were enough to know that.

“I thought it was real. I really did. I didn’t know that I could feel this bad. When my dad left, it hurt... but then you guys became my friends, I felt better. A lot better... I had more loved ones and you guys liked me too. I was really happy for that...” The sobs came quicker and more pronounced. Nino tried to speak as best as he can.

“When I was in Hollywood, I didn’t feel this way because  I had work to distract me. But now... I have lots of time to think about it. What if I lose Arashi? What if I lose my friends? What if I lose you? What am I then?” Nino coughed to clear his throat.

“I don’t know what I’d be...”

Nino sobbed for a bit and then forced himself to compose. “Ah, that’s enough of that!” Nino coughed again and forced a smile for the camera. “Ohno-kun, I bought you lots of fishing lures and some art supplies that are only bought in Paris. Thanks for letting me borrow your shirt, but I helped myself to your clothes. Ah, yes. This is your underwear. Well, it was mine but I gave it to you on your birthday, remember?” Nino laughed softly. “I bought some fishing games for my DS too... so if you still want to go fishing, even though I’m not on the boat, we can fish together...” Nino’s voice broke and he cried again.

“I’m glad I’m in Arashi... I’m glad that... Ohno-kun... I’m really glad I met you... the thought of losing you...” Nino tried to stop his voice from shaking but couldn’t. “Even though... I’ve been saying this for the longest time... I really... I really do love you... and I miss you... and... I’ll be going home soon... but that isn’t soon enough...”

Ohno was crying now too, thinking of the same thing. He grabbed his phone and called a familiar number.

“Ohno-kun?”

“Nino-chan, Aishiteruyo... and I’m not drunk this time.”

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WAS IT TOO SOON!? Maybe. I was... tired? I think I was.

Ohmiya dream telepathy~ 8D *twilight music* Did you survive my horrible writing? :D I wanted it to be a little funnier... Eh. Next chapter will be! I will try. C:

And you guys thought Nino had it hard last chapter... XD Ohno was really upset about dreaming such a thing. He’s  very insecure... I think I expressed what I could, but I think it was better when I was dreaming about it... oh well. I hope you liked it. <3 If you don’t, please feel free to say so! I will try to improve my writing for you! <33 If it’s getting annoying, please tell me! I kinda have this feeling... Haa.

Please comment! I love your comments. XD

I think my chapters are becoming significantly longer. My first chap was under 1000 words and this one is close to 2,500. 8D

I know... how irresponsible can I get? :S Anyway, since I have no more school, I have no excuses to not update soon. :D Yay! I’m very sorry that I’m like this. It’s... just how I am? I don’t know. XP
Please enjoy the chapter! I felt a little bad about this one because I think I poured all of my Ohmiya insecurities over this chapter. If you feel uneasy, please tell me and I will edit it. :D Is it boring?
Here it is: chapter five! <3

It was a rest day, finally.

After weeks and weeks of work—long and hard work— only one day to take a break from it all.

And Ohno was content.

Seated in his little boat in the middle of a familiar lake, he fished his heart out while the delightfully cloudy blue sky above his fishing cap-covered head moved at a pace as moderate as his. He was blissful.

And judging from the gentle smile gracing his features...

He sure was happy.

Who wasn’t happy at all was his ‘companion’ who was seated near the roots of one of the trees lining the lake’s edge and playing a magic game via his beloved DS. He wanted to be as close to his Oh-chan and as far away from the water as possible, fearing for his DS’s well-being.

Not to mention how much money he would lose if it fell in or if it got wet.

He didn’t even want to ponder the thought; it hurt too much to think about losing money.

Resetting his DS, he took a glimpse around him.

A perfectly cloudy day, fit for outdoor exercise of any kind.

Nino didn’t exercise.

If it was just up to the stingy gaming magician, he would have stayed home and practiced magic all day but Riida absolutely insisted that he come with the fisherman for the day.

Nino’s eyes wandered back to the handheld and played once more. He wondered briefly about what Ohno could find so relaxing about sitting motionless in a small boat in the middle of a significantly sized pool of water away from everyone else.

 “He’s naturally motionless so that might be it. He’s a guy that isn’t good with words, and being away from any pressure to talk must be soothing to someone like him. Besides, he likes fish a lot...” Nino mumbled to himself. He remembered one of the Mago Mago Arashi episodes where Ohno and Aiba were helping to clean a pool for Ranchu which are hooded Japanese goldfish. Ohno kept on playing with the Ranchu, ignoring the job almost completely. Nino wouldn’t have thought that, from the many times that he proclaimed his affection to the oblivious goldfish that Ohno Satoshi would go and hunt for their kind a little bit later on. He was a little less that baffled.

Well, deep in his heart, he kind of envied the fish.

He thought of how those Ranchu would have felt, being carried by the beautiful hands of an artist...

...must be nice.

‘Fish are so oblivious. Don’t they know that the person who is waiting for them to come near is Oh-chan?

How frustrating. Now, if I were that fish, I would have come to him long ago...’

Nino smiled to himself a little forcefully, his game paused in his hands. Nino’s smile was as if he was trying to convince himself that it was stupid to think like that, and then failing.

Nino, jealous over goldfish? What kind of stupid person might have thought of that? Ohno was just smitten by those things that catching fish became his much-loved hobby.

So smitten that he looks at other things rather than Nino, unlike before.

So busy that there isn’t much time spent with Arashi anymore, like they used to.

Even those dramas made Nino worry. He is truly very happy for Ohno’s success, but ever since he started the dramas, their hands have not been interlaced in a long time. Ohno hasn’t glanced at him while he was eating, like he always did and, moreover, those Wink Up messages...

He knew that Ohno liked working with his co-stars... but to replace him? Not exactly replaced, but he sure felt like it.

Dramas take less than a year to film and yet Ohno had become close to his co-stars in that short time.

“He even wrote... that he liked him better now.” Nino flipped his DS and closed it. He stared at the pale blue sky with worried eyes. Ohno did mention Nino in the message, but the fact that Nino was equated to, if not put below that person and that Ohno would call him an idiot after saying that he loved him was mildly devastating.

‘They do have the same birthday so they get along. They’ve worked with each other for less than a year and they’re close now. I’m happy that he’s being liked but... I’ve known him for years. He’s never been that playful to me unless I initiate it. But then, Ohno was the one who made the first move this time. I’m... kind of angry...’

Maybe it’s a new, distorted kind of jealousy that was bubbling horridly in his heart. Maybe he was just feeling pissed that it was becoming hotter out. Maybe... maybe he’ll find out soon.

...Ah.

He thought that he wondered briefly. Oh well.

 He didn’t want to think anymore, but...

“Itadakimasu.” Nino thought that he’d pull away, like he did in practice. He didn’t. Their lips touched ever so slightly, but that was all the contact he needed. His mind fluttered along with his already sky-high heart at the fact that Nino was accepted into his personal space just like that. He was ecstatic. What a great birthday present.

Nino’s eyes grew for a second and he shut them tight when he noticed, simultaneously shaking his head to rid of that image in his mind.

“That was... a long time ago.” He forcefully pushed back those memories, along with any pain that they might have caused.  

Ah, there was that. They were that close. Maybe a year wasn’t really long compared to the near-decade they’ve been in each other’s company. Nino had this to fall back on if he ever doubts their relationship.

Ohno once messaged him about how love doesn’t change, but that comes from the person who likes to tease Nino, if you could describe it that way, by looking for other friends to ‘play’ with.

Such a childish thing to be worried about, Nino. But he was.

When they were too far away from each other, he’d always lightly doubt their relationship.

If there even was one, anyway.

Even though their sector experienced multiple make-ups and break-ups, this time...

Maybe Ohmiya SK might really be over.

He had to know for certain.

His heart beat in a slower pace. How long is this suffering going to take?

Ohno sighed a little.

He would never know how much that DS cost, not that he would like to know. What he would like to know is how much Nino likes his DS over him to the point where he would rather stay in a dry place rather than with Ohno in the boat, where they could have some private time together.

Anyway, he had to take his mind off that train of thinking since it might scare away the fish.

After dragging Nino from his place, they couldn’t spend time together after all, since Nino said that he would puke all over the place and scare the fish even more if he did accompany Ohno in his tiny boat.

Ohno had wanted to ask about his sleeplessness over the past few days but with the person in question all the way over at the area with land, resolute, and the person wanting to ask the questions inseparable with his fishing rod, they had to part.

If he wanted to beat the opponent, it would be better to befriend him rather than avoid him?

That way, the pain would last longer. His sadistic side smiled inwardly at the thought.

Betrayal hurts more when the one deceiving is someone you care about.

So, Ohno is planning that. It’s better, since his heart was longing for Nino’s friendship while his mind thought up different ways of tormenting the gamer.

In fact, that thing about Maruyama was part of his tormenting scheme.

The look on Nino’s face when he read Ohno’s message was priceless. Nino couldn’t even look at Ohno at the time even though he was right beside him when he read the message from the magazine.

Somewhere inside of him, Ohno was laughing and hurting at the same time when he saw that.

He slid his gaze towards Nino’s general direction and tried to see what he was doing. Nino had his head bowed down and his face was obscured by his adorable hamburger hands. His shoulders were trembling as he shook his head and buried his face deeper in his small hands.

 Ohno, as expected, got worried at the pitiful sight. He seemed so pitiful, even more that the character he played, Kouichi Ariake, who was already extremely pitiful. He pulled up his line and fixed his things to go back to shore. Nino was frantically wiping his face now, which made Ohno move a little faster. He sped the boat as quick as it could, which wasn’t very quick at all.

He’s go fishing another day.

The fish weren’t biting today anyway.

Nino met Ohno as he was getting off his boat and helped him carry his fishing things. Nino was a little jumpy. Ohno decided to ask.

“Nino, this might be odd, but—”

“Ah, of course not!” Nino interrupted, his and Ohno’s thoughts the same. “I’m just sweating from the summer heat. Nothing to worry about.” Nino flashed Ohno a smile but Ohno’s worried face lingered.

True enough, Nino was sweating like a good ‘Niji’ performance. Even his eyes were wet. Ohno could tell that he just splashed water on his face but chose not to say anything and just go with it what Nino said.

Nino’s shirt was quite wet as well. Ohno’s slight frown worsened.

“Let’s go to my house, okay? It’s a little closer and I have some shirts you could change into. You can leave in the morning, if you want.” Ohno looked at the younger man who was loading Ohno’s things in a car they rented.

Nino nodded and signed for Ohno to go in the car.

Half of the trip was in silence, but when Ohno asked about the game he was playing with while they were at the lake, the rest of the ride was riddled with gaming talk and rants, mostly from Nino.

They arrived at Ohno’s house and unloaded his things, Nino still babbling energetically about how the price of food was going up and how Ohno should eat cheaper food when he can.

Nino went in and turned on the television to a kid’s magic channel. It was for children younger than 12, but he seemed to fit the image anyway.

Ohno glanced at him as he went into his room to get a change of clothes for the younger man. After he did, he gave them to Nino who was still watching the show. Ohno thought it was adorable that Nino would start to laugh when the kids would try to knock the magician over for the fifth time. Ohno wore a smile, unbidden.

Ohno entered his room and lay down on his bed where he sleepily stared at his ceiling. He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.

In the middle of the night, he presumed, Ohno felt a little warm on one side. He didn’t think he peed himself or the heater was too hot since his other side seemed nice and cool. He squinted as his eyes opened.

Nino was beside him, holding him tightly. His only free hand was interlaced with Nino’s own and Nino was lying on Ohno’s chest, like he’s been these days, only his shoulders were gently trembling like earlier that day. He forgot how much sleep he lost after all those fishing trips after filming and was too tired to realize or care to react violently.

‘It’s going to be clearer in the morning...’

Yeah. Surely.

The next morning, Nino wasn’t there. Ohno checked his phone and there were 8 messages from other people. They all said the same thing anyway.

“Put on the news...” Ohno doubtfully whispered to himself. “This is...”

Ohno’s phone began to ring as he was just about to jump off it.

Ohno picked the call up. “Yes?”

“Chuu!”

“...chuu?”

“I love you!” The line went dead.

“.... Eh? Nino!?”

The moment Ohno placed his phone back down, another call came through. Ohno picked it up without looking at the screen.

“Ohno-san, it’s Sho.” Ohno pushed himself up to a sitting position. “Turn on the television!” The call ended.

Ohno flipped the covers over and went out of his room and arrived at his living room where he did as he was told. He automatically went to the news where he saw Nino in front of a place that Ohno recognized as an airport.

... Airport!?

Nino was holding his phone, maybe because he just ended that conversation with Ohno a few moments ago.

“Ninomiya Kazunari has announced that he will be taking a short leave and go to Europe to sightsee. He is going alone, meaning this is completely unrelated to work! What would become of Arashi while you’re gone?” The reporter directed her microphone towards Nino.

“I’ll be there for roughly a half a month. It’s just to relax, I want to go to another place so that, when I come back to Japan in two weeks, I would have found a reason to love it and appreciate it more.” He turned his face to the camera completely and spoke to it. “Arashi, I know you still have that Nino cut-out from before! Please use it again. Don’t worry, I’ll come back! There’s some ramen in the fridge. Just heat it up.” Nino winked at the camera and the reporter continued with her report.

Definitely, Nino was talking to Ohno just then. He went into his kitchen and to his fridge where he found the bowl of ramen, still a little warm. He placed it in a pot and let the ramen simmer to life. He went back out to watch the rest of Nino’s report.

He noticed that he was wearing the shirt that Ohno gave him to wear. He smiled.

“It looks good on him.” Ohno noticed another thing.

“Huh... those pants look familiar... eh. That’s mine. ” Ohno came a little bit closer to the television screen and saw a little bit of blue in the space between his slightly pulled up shirt and the waist of the pants that Nino was wearing. He squinted to see it, and then he realized.

“Is he wearing my underwear too?”

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Yes, you guessed it! I recently read Ohno’s April 09 Wink Up messages. It made me a little gloomy. I passed the ‘sad’ stage since I saw a recent interview where Ohmiya proclaimed their love~ so I forgive the fisherboy. :D It’s not like it’s the first time anyway. XD

 Please comment if it’s alright! I hope you don’t hate me now, for kind of flaming Maruyama, but heck, I love him! He’s pretty cute. I like him nearly as much as Hey! Say! JUMP’s Chinen and I really like Chinen, even though he’s a little creepy with all the Ohno-loving that is almost up to par with Nino’s... ALMOST. XD I’m so mean nowadays! Aiba and Matsujun aren't here because they're busy with their plays and dramas. Eh. Next chapter will have them! :D

I didn’t re-read it, so if there’s anything that seems weird, I’m very sorry! I’m just too sleepy. D: