#20: FIC: Toma's Bizarre Okinawan Holiday, G
Title: Toma's Bizarre Okinawan Holiday
Fandom: Arashi, Ikuta Toma, Oguri Shun
Pairing: None! BFF-ery
Rating: G
Summary: Rowing Club AU. A companion ficlet to To Be Found Next Summer on a Riverbank. Shun was not a real Okinawan because his family originally came from Kodaira.
Word Count: 1050
Disclaimer: All not mine.
Notes: This was supposed to be a drabble for darong but it turned into something longer. I might also have been on crack when I wrote this. Please forgive me.
Shun was not a real Okinawan, because his family originally came from Kodaira. They had moved when Shun was fourteen.
"Why?" Toma asked, when Shun told him this.
"My father," said Shun, pausing to pick at the sand that had accumulated in his half-healed blister, "Is an unfathomable man."
So are you, Toma wanted to say, but it wasn't the sort of thing you said to a person you'd met just the day before.
"Why do you work at the acquarium?" Toma had also asked, after he'd discovered that Shun lived almost an hour away from Motobu.
"I like water," said Shun.
"But you vacuum the floor," Toma had pointed out.
"Next to the water," said Shun, simply.
"Who's Nino?" asked Shun one day, while they were lazing on the sand, surfboards lying next to them.
"My best friend," Toma answered promptly, even though he wasn't quite sure anymore, what with him abandoning the rowing club and Nino meeting Ohno.
Shun was silent for a while.
"Oh, I'm sorry-" Toma began, flustered. "Not that you're not my friend, but I've known Nino for ages - not that time really matters-"
"It's okay," said Shun magnanimously, "We can be naked lovers."
"I'm going to shave off my mohawk," said Shun over the phone, "Want to come?"
"Why?"
"Because I bet you have nothing else to do."
"No, why are you shaving it off?"
"My father got sick of it," said Shun, "Also, it gets in the way of my helmet."
He met Maki competely by accident, when a small-sized girl in flip-flops and a pretty sundress ran up to him and asked him to lend her money.
"I have to buy this overpriced parka," she said, looking at him pleadingly, "And I haven't got enough cash."
"Then why are you buying it?" asked Toma, but he followed her anyway.
Shun decided that she would be called Horikitty. Toma decided that she was kind of lovely.
"So you like rowing, then?" asked Shun.
"Yes," said Toma, "Though I'm not sure I'll be able to, when I get back. Not with the guys, anyway."
"In Australia," said Shun, "They have these things called surfboats. You can row in the sea."
"Why would I want to row in the sea?"
"Extreme sport," said Shun in English, grinning impishly. "And if you got sick of it you could just jump out and start surfing."
"Cool," said Toma, not sure how surfboats had any relation to what he'd just been saying.
"Come on, let's go for another round," said Shun, scrambling to his feet. "And then you can come to my place and we'll watch a movie."
Shun's sister collected kewpie dolls and worked as a nurse in the local hospital. She also did not blink when Shun walked into the house and introduced Toma as 'Toma-bunny, my friend from surfing and the acquarium'.
"Put on a shirt," she told him, and disappeared down the corridor.
"We've signed up for a competition," Nino told him over the phone.
"But you've never wanted to compete," said Toma.
Nino laughed, slightly sheepish. "I know, but..."
"It's different, this time?" asked Toma.
"Something like that."
"I'm happy for you," Toma told him, ignoring the pang in his chest. "It's going to be brilliant, and Ji-chan must be delighted."
"Ji-chan is insane," said Nino, "Be glad you're not being made to run marathons and eat raw eggs on rice for every meal."
"Wow, it's that crazy?"
"Yeah," said Nino, "Hey look, I have to go - there's this place I need to get to and I haven't figured out the way yet."
"And where's that?"
"Shirokane," said Nino.
"You loser," said Toma, "I'll see you in a bit."
"Was that Nino?" asked Shun, who had fallen asleep on Toma's couch in the middle of Street Fighter (how did one even do that, Toma wondered).
"Yeah," said Toma, "He says they're going to compete. In a rowing competition. I suppose with Ohno."
"Oh," said Shun. "Well... want to go surfing?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Later, while Toma was struggling to get his surfboard off the top of Shun's father's car (which Shun might or might not have asked for permission to borrow), Shun appeared behind him and gathered him into his arms.
"Manly hug," said Shun in English, holding Toma close. He was warm, and smelled like sunblock. Toma was speechless.
And then Shun suddenly lifted him (tried to throw him over his shoulder but that didn't quite work out), ran out onto the beach shouting dementedly the whole way, and flung Toma joyously into the ocean.
"Do not," said Toma, after he'd coughed out about a quarter of the water he'd swallowed, "Ever do that to me again."
Shun grinned impishly from where he'd been viciously buried in the sand.
"Let me tell you what the greatest thing about surfing is," said Shun one afternoon, when the sun was out and they'd spent the morning taking on wave after wave.
"If you're going to say something about girls in bikinis I'm going to be very disappointed," Maki told him.
"Girls in bikinis," said Shun unrepentantly, and let her whack him across the head with an ice cream stick.
They left Naha on what seemed like the hottest day of summer, with tans and goodwill and a lot more shopping than his mother had originally planned. Just as they were about to enter the departures gate, however, a familiar figure skidded into view.
"We are the surf gods of Okinawa," roared Shun, causing heads to turn and one woman to drop her suitcase in fright. "Don't you forget that."
"I won't," Toma called back with feeling, ignoring the curious glances and the firm swat on his shoulder from his mother. Because this might be the best summer he had ever had, long days in the sun with new friends and fresh challenges, Shun unpredictable and odd and possessing this magnetic energy that had easily infected Toma as well. "You're a good friend, Shun-kun!"
Shun beamed, and waved for all he was worth, and it was almost heartwarming apart from the fact that shortly after that, Shun also yelled, "I'll miss you, naked lover!"
Toma had a lot of explaining to do on the plane.
Fandom: Arashi, Ikuta Toma, Oguri Shun
Pairing: None! BFF-ery
Rating: G
Summary: Rowing Club AU. A companion ficlet to To Be Found Next Summer on a Riverbank. Shun was not a real Okinawan because his family originally came from Kodaira.
Word Count: 1050
Disclaimer: All not mine.
Notes: This was supposed to be a drabble for darong but it turned into something longer. I might also have been on crack when I wrote this. Please forgive me.
Shun was not a real Okinawan, because his family originally came from Kodaira. They had moved when Shun was fourteen.
"Why?" Toma asked, when Shun told him this.
"My father," said Shun, pausing to pick at the sand that had accumulated in his half-healed blister, "Is an unfathomable man."
So are you, Toma wanted to say, but it wasn't the sort of thing you said to a person you'd met just the day before.
"Why do you work at the acquarium?" Toma had also asked, after he'd discovered that Shun lived almost an hour away from Motobu.
"I like water," said Shun.
"But you vacuum the floor," Toma had pointed out.
"Next to the water," said Shun, simply.
"Who's Nino?" asked Shun one day, while they were lazing on the sand, surfboards lying next to them.
"My best friend," Toma answered promptly, even though he wasn't quite sure anymore, what with him abandoning the rowing club and Nino meeting Ohno.
Shun was silent for a while.
"Oh, I'm sorry-" Toma began, flustered. "Not that you're not my friend, but I've known Nino for ages - not that time really matters-"
"It's okay," said Shun magnanimously, "We can be naked lovers."
"I'm going to shave off my mohawk," said Shun over the phone, "Want to come?"
"Why?"
"Because I bet you have nothing else to do."
"No, why are you shaving it off?"
"My father got sick of it," said Shun, "Also, it gets in the way of my helmet."
He met Maki competely by accident, when a small-sized girl in flip-flops and a pretty sundress ran up to him and asked him to lend her money.
"I have to buy this overpriced parka," she said, looking at him pleadingly, "And I haven't got enough cash."
"Then why are you buying it?" asked Toma, but he followed her anyway.
Shun decided that she would be called Horikitty. Toma decided that she was kind of lovely.
"So you like rowing, then?" asked Shun.
"Yes," said Toma, "Though I'm not sure I'll be able to, when I get back. Not with the guys, anyway."
"In Australia," said Shun, "They have these things called surfboats. You can row in the sea."
"Why would I want to row in the sea?"
"Extreme sport," said Shun in English, grinning impishly. "And if you got sick of it you could just jump out and start surfing."
"Cool," said Toma, not sure how surfboats had any relation to what he'd just been saying.
"Come on, let's go for another round," said Shun, scrambling to his feet. "And then you can come to my place and we'll watch a movie."
Shun's sister collected kewpie dolls and worked as a nurse in the local hospital. She also did not blink when Shun walked into the house and introduced Toma as 'Toma-bunny, my friend from surfing and the acquarium'.
"Put on a shirt," she told him, and disappeared down the corridor.
"We've signed up for a competition," Nino told him over the phone.
"But you've never wanted to compete," said Toma.
Nino laughed, slightly sheepish. "I know, but..."
"It's different, this time?" asked Toma.
"Something like that."
"I'm happy for you," Toma told him, ignoring the pang in his chest. "It's going to be brilliant, and Ji-chan must be delighted."
"Ji-chan is insane," said Nino, "Be glad you're not being made to run marathons and eat raw eggs on rice for every meal."
"Wow, it's that crazy?"
"Yeah," said Nino, "Hey look, I have to go - there's this place I need to get to and I haven't figured out the way yet."
"And where's that?"
"Shirokane," said Nino.
"You loser," said Toma, "I'll see you in a bit."
"Was that Nino?" asked Shun, who had fallen asleep on Toma's couch in the middle of Street Fighter (how did one even do that, Toma wondered).
"Yeah," said Toma, "He says they're going to compete. In a rowing competition. I suppose with Ohno."
"Oh," said Shun. "Well... want to go surfing?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Later, while Toma was struggling to get his surfboard off the top of Shun's father's car (which Shun might or might not have asked for permission to borrow), Shun appeared behind him and gathered him into his arms.
"Manly hug," said Shun in English, holding Toma close. He was warm, and smelled like sunblock. Toma was speechless.
And then Shun suddenly lifted him (tried to throw him over his shoulder but that didn't quite work out), ran out onto the beach shouting dementedly the whole way, and flung Toma joyously into the ocean.
"Do not," said Toma, after he'd coughed out about a quarter of the water he'd swallowed, "Ever do that to me again."
Shun grinned impishly from where he'd been viciously buried in the sand.
"Let me tell you what the greatest thing about surfing is," said Shun one afternoon, when the sun was out and they'd spent the morning taking on wave after wave.
"If you're going to say something about girls in bikinis I'm going to be very disappointed," Maki told him.
"Girls in bikinis," said Shun unrepentantly, and let her whack him across the head with an ice cream stick.
They left Naha on what seemed like the hottest day of summer, with tans and goodwill and a lot more shopping than his mother had originally planned. Just as they were about to enter the departures gate, however, a familiar figure skidded into view.
"We are the surf gods of Okinawa," roared Shun, causing heads to turn and one woman to drop her suitcase in fright. "Don't you forget that."
"I won't," Toma called back with feeling, ignoring the curious glances and the firm swat on his shoulder from his mother. Because this might be the best summer he had ever had, long days in the sun with new friends and fresh challenges, Shun unpredictable and odd and possessing this magnetic energy that had easily infected Toma as well. "You're a good friend, Shun-kun!"
Shun beamed, and waved for all he was worth, and it was almost heartwarming apart from the fact that shortly after that, Shun also yelled, "I'll miss you, naked lover!"
Toma had a lot of explaining to do on the plane.