[On-going] The Storms Within Chapter 4
Title: The Storms Within
Rating: K+/M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own the original fanfiction called A Forgotten Night by SetaSakura-san. I do not own Arashi... or any of the other celebrity in here. -_- *sigh*
Notes: THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR ALL YOUR KIND COMMENTS FROM THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER! I seriously don't know what I've ever done to deserve such praise... =3 Not Beta-ed yet.
First and foremost, congrats to Junbait-kun for winning the fic challenge! =DD I wish I could have participated this time around but life took over all during the last few weeks... well, there is always next time. ^_^v
Enjoy this chapter... I thought it was fun to edit/write. =] But where is Sho? o_o... My dear Sho, when will you show your head? lol... soon I hope. *secretly laughs to herself*
Chapter 4: Is there such a thing?
Mao silently slipped out of her hotel room and clutched MatsuJun's shirt close to her. In the safety of the hallway she allowed herself to burst out laughing.
Juri had herself a little shower buddy.... a shower buddy that goes by the name 'Satoshi'.
Unless there was another Satoshi Ohno in the hotel, which Mao highly doubted, then she had unwittingly stumbled upon the man Aiba had been searching for.
"Small world." Mao murmured through giggles.
Mao pushed herself away from the door of her room and scampered back to the elevators. She just had to get Aiba down there! She didn't want to be the only one who was embarrassed by the tall baka that morning!
Seconds later, she was back in the elevator and heading up to MatsuJun's room again.
MatsuJun showered quickly. Even though he had an hour before he had to meet Mao, he still wanted to grill Aiba on any information regarding his drunken actions the previous night. Plus he wanted to know why Aiba was so damn cheery when he SHOULD have been just as hung over.
"Damn you, Chiba-bird! What the hell actually happened last night?" MatsuJun mumbled as he stepped out of the shower. He quickly towel dried himself and slipped on one of the hotel's terry robes before exiting the cold bathroom.
It was cold because he had taken a cold shower.
He had taken a cold shower because he couldn't get the fragmented memories out of his head, nor could he rid himself of the scenes he had the pleasure to be a part of that morning.
Mao felt undeniably right in his arms. She belonged there, she belonged with him.
She belonged... to him.
MatsuJun shook his head again. That woman called upon his most primitive instincts. He had never felt the such intense passion, need, longing, possession, or desire for anyone... ever. But Mao invoked those emotions in him just from a single heated look from her deep creamy, chocolate colored eyes.
When she had removed his shirt, her eyes roving over his chest and arms, he felt all restraint fall away and couldn't stop himself when he crushed her to him. God damn, she was beautiful.
"Stop it right now Matsumoto! At this rate you'll need another cold shower!" he growled to himself as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Whoa man, she's got your panties in a twist!" Aiba called out to his glowering friend, grinning like an idiot. MatsuJun shot a glare towards Aiba and went to his bag to get his jeans and shirt.
"Not that I could blame you, she was one fine piece of woman, ne?" Aiba chuckled to himself. He was purposely baiting his friend. He wanted to see just how much MatsuJun felt towards the missy. Judging from the hungry expression he had seen on MatsuJun's face when he burst into the suite the second time, there was something changing in the cool, aloof idol. “I bet she's a demon in the sack! Get it? Haha, how embarassing. I can't believe I actually-”
Aiba was right on his intuition.
The words pissed MatsuJun for some strange reason; he turned angry hazel eyes towards Aiba before barking at the older man, “That's my wife you're talking about, Masaki!”
Aiba blinked.
MatsuJun blinked.
Both men were momentarily shocked at MatsuJun's reaction.
"You just called her... your... wife!" Aiba quietly gasped in utter daze.
"I know." MatsuJun replied, shocked. Why had he done that? That possessiveness he had felt earlier had bounded out at Aiba's provocation, causing MatsuJun to snap at his friend.
MatsuJun shook his head, clearing his thoughts again, and turned back to find the rest of his clothes.
"Hey, guys!" Nino called from the living room.
'How many of these idiots have a key to my room anyways?' MatsuJun thought incredulously.
"In here Nino-kun!" Aiba called. Nino strode into the room, hands in his pockets. He grinned at the rumpled bedclothes, as well as the pieces of a woman's blue shirt that was strewn on the bed. Mao had left them.
"Have a wild night last night, Bambi? You lucky dog you! She was one fine specimen. If I didn't have my crazy girlfriend back home I'd have tried for her!" Nino said grinning. Aiba tried all his might to stop the prankster from shoving his foot in his own mouth by pissing off MatsuJun even more than Aiba has already did, but failed.
MatsuJun whirled around, hazel-eyed once again, and glared at a shocked Nino.
"Stay away from her, Ninomiya, she's mine!"
Nino blinked.
Aiba blinked.
MatsuJun blinked.
"You did it again." Aiba said.
"I know." MatsuJun replied, once again totally shocked at his own reaction.
There was a sudden pounding on the door. MatsuJun hauled on his jeans and tossed the robe on the bed as he made his way to the door, toweling his semi-numb head.
Mao pounded on the door, breathless and anxious. Her heart pounded with anticipation. She couldn't WAIT to set Aiba loose on Juri and “Satoshi”.
He heart wasn't pounding with the prospect of seeing MatsuJun again. No sir- ee, not one bit...
Well... maybe just a little...
The door was hauled open to reveal a wet MatsuJun.
'Hello nurse!' Mao thought, and then mentally berated herself. 'Bad Mao! No! Naughty girl!'
"MatsuJun! Where's Aiba!! I have to see him!" she exclaimed she moved to grab his shirt collar to emphasize her need to see Aiba, but since he wasn't wearing one, she ended up placing her hands on his chest.
Excuses, excuses.... as if it wasn't obvious that she just wanted to put her hands on his chest.
"Eh? Aiba?" MatsuJun asked dumbly. Mao still wore her skirt and his shirt. Her hands were so warm against his chest that MatsuJun was glad that he was gripping the towel draped over his neck to prevent himself from hauling her into his arms again.
"Oi, Mao-chan? What are you doing back? Should we leave you two alone?" Aiba asked as he sauntered out of the bedroom. Nino followed him closely behind with the marriage certificate clutched in his hands. Aiba has just informed him of the latest (and greatest) on MatsuJun's love life.
Mao turned to Aiba, her eyes immediately took on a very mischievous gleam but she left her hands planted firmly on MatsuJun's chest.
Downright yummy she was. MatsuJun suppressed a groan at her continuous contact and allowed his head to flop backwards, drawing his gaze to the ceiling. It was the only place he could look where he couldn't see Mao .
"Aibaka! I found Satoshi-san!" Mao exclaimed excitedly.
"Eh? Ohno?! Where?" Aiba asked.
"In my shower!" She exclaimed triumphantly.
That snapped MatsuJun out of his daze and his eyes quickly left the blank ceiling and moved to look into Mao's eyes.
"WHAT? In you're shower?" MatsuJun exclaimed, not liking that thought one bit.
"With my best friend!"
MatsuJun blinked. The mischievous glint in Mao's eyes was contagious and his brown eyes quickly turned playful. His lips curved into a smirk.
"Show us." he said
If Aiba and the prankster behind him hadn't been there, Mao would defiantly have forgotten about Juri and Ohno in the shower. The smirk on MatsuJun's face was oh so sexy that Mao would have used that towel around MatsuJun's neck to pull him to her over ecstatic body and let her lips loose on his delicious looking skin.
She settled for drawing her fingertips down over his chest, and abdomen, allowing them to brush against the top of his jeans. All the air in MatsuJun's lungs vanished with her feather-light caress. He responded to her touch by grabbing one of her wrists as soon as it dropped to her side. Hot hazel eyes slid over her small frame and Mao felt herself grow weak in the knees under his unwavering gaze.
"Show me." he said huskily, his eyes gazing at the gaping shirt she wore. With the lack of buttons, Mao had to hold it closed as she moved, but the shirt had fallen temptingly open when she placed her hands on her husband's chest.
"Uhm, excuse me! I want to look!" Aiba said in his messed up English.
"And I want to get in on this 'make fun of the serious ones action'. So let's go find Ohno!" Nino exclaimed before muttering under his breath “And then pound some senses into him.”.
MatsuJun and Mao snapped out of their trance and stepped away from each other. MatsuJun, ducked back into the room, grabbed his shirt, and pulled it on over his head before the group of four left the suite.
MatsuJun entered the elevator next to Mao; the couple were followed by Aiba and Nino. MatsuJun remained quiet as Mao told them the floor number and then watched the doors close silently.
Images played in MatsuJun's head....
five people in the elevator..... Aiba, Nino, Mao, himself and a smaller girl with mongoose size eyes and short spiky brown hair....
The brush of hands as they reached for the buttons.....
Sudden shock at the soft touch...
Alone in the elevator with Mao.....
Pressed against the wall, Mao pinning him there with her body....
Her hands running through his hair...
Her sweet smell, her soft skin...
"MatsuJun?"
Mao's soft questioning snapped MatsuJun out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Aiba, Nino and Mao already out of the elevator, staring at him.
"Sorry..." he mumbled and exited the elevator.
'Damn! Why can't I remember what happened last night? I just remember fragments but that's it!' MatsuJun grumbled as he followed the three down the hall.
They stopped at Mao's hotel room door and she fished out her key.
Aiba's excitement bubbled over.
"Ready boys?" Mao asked mischievously.
"Hurry up and open the door already!" Nino retorted.
"Be quiet, they're probably still in the shower." Mao said as she slipped the key into the lock.
The light turned green, and she pushed the door open
... and they found that Ohno and Juri weren't in the shower
... they weren't dressed either
... but they were very busy.
"Oh my Gods." Mao breathed, clamping her hands over her eyes and turning to bury her face in MatsuJun's chest. MatsuJun immediately clutched her to himself with one arm while the other shot up to covered his eyes with his hand.
Nino covered his mouth in shock.
Aiba covered his ears, bracing for the screams to come.
See no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil. The three men looked like a bunch of monkeys.
"WOO!! GO Ojii-chan!" Aiba exclaimed, rapidly snapping out of his stupor and immediately launching into his torture tactics.
Juri let out a yelp (that sounded like “Mukyaa~”) and immediately grabbed the closest thing to cover herself with... unfortunately it was Ohno.
"Oh my God Juri! Did you guys get married too?!" Mao exclaimed, her words muffled by MatsuJun's chest.
"What the hell are all of you doing here? Can't you read?" Juri cried from behind a shocked Ohno.
"Read? Read what? You got a tattoo or something? Lemmie see!!" Aiba exclaimed entering the room.
Juri flung a pillow at Aiba and it hit him straight in the face.
"No! I didn't get a tattoo, baka! Get out! How dare you! Get out! Mao-chan! How could you!" Juri shrieked.
"How dare I? C'mon! You asked if I could read! Read what?" Aiba grinned. Juri snatched up one of the sheets off the floor and stormed over to the open door where Mao and MatsuJun were still standing.
"THIS! READ THIS!" Juri yelled pointing at the 'Do Not Disturb' sign.
Aiba smirked, "All the more reason to 'Disturb', mongoose-girl."
"MONGOOSE?! I'll 'mongoose' you, you damn... damn… damn-”
“Chiba Chicken." Nino supplied.
“Yeah! Chiba Chicken! Nice one. Thanks." Juri finished.
"Aiba, I know you're the most lovable and cheerful guy in the crew... and you're pretty popular to boot... but if you don't get the hell out of this room (and take your little goonies with you) I will give up fishing and use my most expensive fishing rod to shove it up your ass." Ohno growled through his teeth.
At that MatsuJun's hand fell from his face and three very shocked men were staring at the oldest member of ARASHI.
Ohno, Mr. Cool, Mr. Ah-Fuck-It-I-Don’t-Care-Enough, Mr. It-Takes-Too-Much-Energy-To-Fight, had just told someone off.
Had just told Aiba off.
There was a moment of silence in the room until...
Aiba busted out laughing.
"Man! Mongoose girl, whatever you've done to him, keep it up! Alright, alright, we'll go!" Aiba chuckled.
"Aw, come on! You tortured MatsuJun and me earlier today, why are you treating them differently?" Mao demanded, turning to the small group of people but still remaining within MatsuJun's arms. She just liked the feel of being close to him.
"Because neither of you threatened me." Aiba replied simply.
Mao glared at Aiba, trying to relay a death threat through her eyes at the man, but he merely smirked more and turned to leave the room.
"You know, you two shouldn't be here."
Five sets of eyes turned to Nino who was standing by the small table placed by the window of the hotel room. He was leaning on the table looking down at a white piece of paper.
"What the hell are you getting on about, Nino?" Aiba asked and strode over to the table.
"Honeymooners should be in the honeymoon suite." Nino stated simply, then held up two identical pieces of paper, both with the calligraphy writing 'Certificate of Marriage'.
"Juri-chan and I agreed that this room was suitable enough for our needs." Ohno said in his usual monotonous tone.
"Have bed, will bonk, ne Ojii-san?" Nino asked.
"Nino!" Aiba exclaimed, once again shocked that his friend would stick to his beloved “Ohno” so harshly.
"Precisely." Ohno replied.
"Ohno!" Aiba exclaimed, this time in amazement at Ohno's casual tone to such a matter. A matter that to him would have made Aiba's own face as bright as an apple.
"Now hold on a second!" MatsuJun cried, bringing attention from the marriage certificates and the partially clad Ohno back to himself and Mao who still stood in the doorframe of the room. "You both knew you got married last night?"
"Of course, who would forget their own marriage?" Juri asked, genuinely confused.
MatsuJun and Mao flushed a brilliant red in guilt.
"They would." Nino answered.
Juri looked from her friend, to Nino. In Nino's hand were two similar pieces of paper. She strode over to her new friend and peered at the marriage certificates.
“Ohno Satoshi and Ueno Juri.”
“Matsumoto Jun and Inoue Mao.”
"Holy crap! You two got married, Mao-chan? Congratulations!" Juri cried, turning back to her friend and finally taking in the full scene of the couple. MatsuJun had his arm wrapped firmly around Mao's waist holding her close to him, while Mao stood pressed into him, one of her hands fisted on his chest. They looked as if they were made for each other.
"Jun-kun, congrats." Ohno said.
MatsuJun and Mao both threw up their hands in frustration.
"Did anyone keep an eye on us last night?" Mao exasperated.
"Keep an eye on you? You two are full grown adults! We shouldn't have to baby-sit you." Nino said Aiba nodding in agreement next to him.
"But...."
"Listen, I said it before, but I'll say it again. We lost track of you two around nine-ish. One minute you were hot and heavy on the dance floor, the next you were gone-" Aiba said.
"Hold it!" MatsuJun said, interrupting once again and drawing all eyes to him. "So, you two purposefully got married last night?"
MatsuJun was having a hard time grasping the fact that Ohno had done something so... so... spontaneous... something so Un-Ohno-like!
"Of course." Ohno replied slipping an arm around Juri's shoulders absentmindedly.
"And... no offence is meant by this question... but... why is that?"
Ohno looked slightly taken aback at that question. He blinked, dumbfounded for a second, before muttering, "You said it yourself last night, Jun-kun. There is such a thing as 'love at first sight'."
Rating: K+/M
Genre: Romance/Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own the original fanfiction called A Forgotten Night by SetaSakura-san. I do not own Arashi... or any of the other celebrity in here. -_- *sigh*
Notes: THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR ALL YOUR KIND COMMENTS FROM THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER! I seriously don't know what I've ever done to deserve such praise... =3 Not Beta-ed yet.
First and foremost, congrats to Junbait-kun for winning the fic challenge! =DD I wish I could have participated this time around but life took over all during the last few weeks... well, there is always next time. ^_^v
Enjoy this chapter... I thought it was fun to edit/write. =] But where is Sho? o_o... My dear Sho, when will you show your head? lol... soon I hope. *secretly laughs to herself*
Chapter 4: Is there such a thing?
Mao silently slipped out of her hotel room and clutched MatsuJun's shirt close to her. In the safety of the hallway she allowed herself to burst out laughing.
Juri had herself a little shower buddy.... a shower buddy that goes by the name 'Satoshi'.
Unless there was another Satoshi Ohno in the hotel, which Mao highly doubted, then she had unwittingly stumbled upon the man Aiba had been searching for.
"Small world." Mao murmured through giggles.
Mao pushed herself away from the door of her room and scampered back to the elevators. She just had to get Aiba down there! She didn't want to be the only one who was embarrassed by the tall baka that morning!
Seconds later, she was back in the elevator and heading up to MatsuJun's room again.
MatsuJun showered quickly. Even though he had an hour before he had to meet Mao, he still wanted to grill Aiba on any information regarding his drunken actions the previous night. Plus he wanted to know why Aiba was so damn cheery when he SHOULD have been just as hung over.
"Damn you, Chiba-bird! What the hell actually happened last night?" MatsuJun mumbled as he stepped out of the shower. He quickly towel dried himself and slipped on one of the hotel's terry robes before exiting the cold bathroom.
It was cold because he had taken a cold shower.
He had taken a cold shower because he couldn't get the fragmented memories out of his head, nor could he rid himself of the scenes he had the pleasure to be a part of that morning.
Mao felt undeniably right in his arms. She belonged there, she belonged with him.
She belonged... to him.
MatsuJun shook his head again. That woman called upon his most primitive instincts. He had never felt the such intense passion, need, longing, possession, or desire for anyone... ever. But Mao invoked those emotions in him just from a single heated look from her deep creamy, chocolate colored eyes.
When she had removed his shirt, her eyes roving over his chest and arms, he felt all restraint fall away and couldn't stop himself when he crushed her to him. God damn, she was beautiful.
"Stop it right now Matsumoto! At this rate you'll need another cold shower!" he growled to himself as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Whoa man, she's got your panties in a twist!" Aiba called out to his glowering friend, grinning like an idiot. MatsuJun shot a glare towards Aiba and went to his bag to get his jeans and shirt.
"Not that I could blame you, she was one fine piece of woman, ne?" Aiba chuckled to himself. He was purposely baiting his friend. He wanted to see just how much MatsuJun felt towards the missy. Judging from the hungry expression he had seen on MatsuJun's face when he burst into the suite the second time, there was something changing in the cool, aloof idol. “I bet she's a demon in the sack! Get it? Haha, how embarassing. I can't believe I actually-”
Aiba was right on his intuition.
The words pissed MatsuJun for some strange reason; he turned angry hazel eyes towards Aiba before barking at the older man, “That's my wife you're talking about, Masaki!”
Aiba blinked.
MatsuJun blinked.
Both men were momentarily shocked at MatsuJun's reaction.
"You just called her... your... wife!" Aiba quietly gasped in utter daze.
"I know." MatsuJun replied, shocked. Why had he done that? That possessiveness he had felt earlier had bounded out at Aiba's provocation, causing MatsuJun to snap at his friend.
MatsuJun shook his head, clearing his thoughts again, and turned back to find the rest of his clothes.
"Hey, guys!" Nino called from the living room.
'How many of these idiots have a key to my room anyways?' MatsuJun thought incredulously.
"In here Nino-kun!" Aiba called. Nino strode into the room, hands in his pockets. He grinned at the rumpled bedclothes, as well as the pieces of a woman's blue shirt that was strewn on the bed. Mao had left them.
"Have a wild night last night, Bambi? You lucky dog you! She was one fine specimen. If I didn't have my crazy girlfriend back home I'd have tried for her!" Nino said grinning. Aiba tried all his might to stop the prankster from shoving his foot in his own mouth by pissing off MatsuJun even more than Aiba has already did, but failed.
MatsuJun whirled around, hazel-eyed once again, and glared at a shocked Nino.
"Stay away from her, Ninomiya, she's mine!"
Nino blinked.
Aiba blinked.
MatsuJun blinked.
"You did it again." Aiba said.
"I know." MatsuJun replied, once again totally shocked at his own reaction.
There was a sudden pounding on the door. MatsuJun hauled on his jeans and tossed the robe on the bed as he made his way to the door, toweling his semi-numb head.
Mao pounded on the door, breathless and anxious. Her heart pounded with anticipation. She couldn't WAIT to set Aiba loose on Juri and “Satoshi”.
He heart wasn't pounding with the prospect of seeing MatsuJun again. No sir- ee, not one bit...
Well... maybe just a little...
The door was hauled open to reveal a wet MatsuJun.
'Hello nurse!' Mao thought, and then mentally berated herself. 'Bad Mao! No! Naughty girl!'
"MatsuJun! Where's Aiba!! I have to see him!" she exclaimed she moved to grab his shirt collar to emphasize her need to see Aiba, but since he wasn't wearing one, she ended up placing her hands on his chest.
Excuses, excuses.... as if it wasn't obvious that she just wanted to put her hands on his chest.
"Eh? Aiba?" MatsuJun asked dumbly. Mao still wore her skirt and his shirt. Her hands were so warm against his chest that MatsuJun was glad that he was gripping the towel draped over his neck to prevent himself from hauling her into his arms again.
"Oi, Mao-chan? What are you doing back? Should we leave you two alone?" Aiba asked as he sauntered out of the bedroom. Nino followed him closely behind with the marriage certificate clutched in his hands. Aiba has just informed him of the latest (and greatest) on MatsuJun's love life.
Mao turned to Aiba, her eyes immediately took on a very mischievous gleam but she left her hands planted firmly on MatsuJun's chest.
Downright yummy she was. MatsuJun suppressed a groan at her continuous contact and allowed his head to flop backwards, drawing his gaze to the ceiling. It was the only place he could look where he couldn't see Mao .
"Aibaka! I found Satoshi-san!" Mao exclaimed excitedly.
"Eh? Ohno?! Where?" Aiba asked.
"In my shower!" She exclaimed triumphantly.
That snapped MatsuJun out of his daze and his eyes quickly left the blank ceiling and moved to look into Mao's eyes.
"WHAT? In you're shower?" MatsuJun exclaimed, not liking that thought one bit.
"With my best friend!"
MatsuJun blinked. The mischievous glint in Mao's eyes was contagious and his brown eyes quickly turned playful. His lips curved into a smirk.
"Show us." he said
If Aiba and the prankster behind him hadn't been there, Mao would defiantly have forgotten about Juri and Ohno in the shower. The smirk on MatsuJun's face was oh so sexy that Mao would have used that towel around MatsuJun's neck to pull him to her over ecstatic body and let her lips loose on his delicious looking skin.
She settled for drawing her fingertips down over his chest, and abdomen, allowing them to brush against the top of his jeans. All the air in MatsuJun's lungs vanished with her feather-light caress. He responded to her touch by grabbing one of her wrists as soon as it dropped to her side. Hot hazel eyes slid over her small frame and Mao felt herself grow weak in the knees under his unwavering gaze.
"Show me." he said huskily, his eyes gazing at the gaping shirt she wore. With the lack of buttons, Mao had to hold it closed as she moved, but the shirt had fallen temptingly open when she placed her hands on her husband's chest.
"Uhm, excuse me! I want to look!" Aiba said in his messed up English.
"And I want to get in on this 'make fun of the serious ones action'. So let's go find Ohno!" Nino exclaimed before muttering under his breath “And then pound some senses into him.”.
MatsuJun and Mao snapped out of their trance and stepped away from each other. MatsuJun, ducked back into the room, grabbed his shirt, and pulled it on over his head before the group of four left the suite.
MatsuJun entered the elevator next to Mao; the couple were followed by Aiba and Nino. MatsuJun remained quiet as Mao told them the floor number and then watched the doors close silently.
Images played in MatsuJun's head....
five people in the elevator..... Aiba, Nino, Mao, himself and a smaller girl with mongoose size eyes and short spiky brown hair....
The brush of hands as they reached for the buttons.....
Sudden shock at the soft touch...
Alone in the elevator with Mao.....
Pressed against the wall, Mao pinning him there with her body....
Her hands running through his hair...
Her sweet smell, her soft skin...
"MatsuJun?"
Mao's soft questioning snapped MatsuJun out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Aiba, Nino and Mao already out of the elevator, staring at him.
"Sorry..." he mumbled and exited the elevator.
'Damn! Why can't I remember what happened last night? I just remember fragments but that's it!' MatsuJun grumbled as he followed the three down the hall.
They stopped at Mao's hotel room door and she fished out her key.
Aiba's excitement bubbled over.
"Ready boys?" Mao asked mischievously.
"Hurry up and open the door already!" Nino retorted.
"Be quiet, they're probably still in the shower." Mao said as she slipped the key into the lock.
The light turned green, and she pushed the door open
... and they found that Ohno and Juri weren't in the shower
... they weren't dressed either
... but they were very busy.
"Oh my Gods." Mao breathed, clamping her hands over her eyes and turning to bury her face in MatsuJun's chest. MatsuJun immediately clutched her to himself with one arm while the other shot up to covered his eyes with his hand.
Nino covered his mouth in shock.
Aiba covered his ears, bracing for the screams to come.
See no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil. The three men looked like a bunch of monkeys.
"WOO!! GO Ojii-chan!" Aiba exclaimed, rapidly snapping out of his stupor and immediately launching into his torture tactics.
Juri let out a yelp (that sounded like “Mukyaa~”) and immediately grabbed the closest thing to cover herself with... unfortunately it was Ohno.
"Oh my God Juri! Did you guys get married too?!" Mao exclaimed, her words muffled by MatsuJun's chest.
"What the hell are all of you doing here? Can't you read?" Juri cried from behind a shocked Ohno.
"Read? Read what? You got a tattoo or something? Lemmie see!!" Aiba exclaimed entering the room.
Juri flung a pillow at Aiba and it hit him straight in the face.
"No! I didn't get a tattoo, baka! Get out! How dare you! Get out! Mao-chan! How could you!" Juri shrieked.
"How dare I? C'mon! You asked if I could read! Read what?" Aiba grinned. Juri snatched up one of the sheets off the floor and stormed over to the open door where Mao and MatsuJun were still standing.
"THIS! READ THIS!" Juri yelled pointing at the 'Do Not Disturb' sign.
Aiba smirked, "All the more reason to 'Disturb', mongoose-girl."
"MONGOOSE?! I'll 'mongoose' you, you damn... damn… damn-”
“Chiba Chicken." Nino supplied.
“Yeah! Chiba Chicken! Nice one. Thanks." Juri finished.
"Aiba, I know you're the most lovable and cheerful guy in the crew... and you're pretty popular to boot... but if you don't get the hell out of this room (and take your little goonies with you) I will give up fishing and use my most expensive fishing rod to shove it up your ass." Ohno growled through his teeth.
At that MatsuJun's hand fell from his face and three very shocked men were staring at the oldest member of ARASHI.
Ohno, Mr. Cool, Mr. Ah-Fuck-It-I-Don’t-Care-Enough, Mr. It-Takes-Too-Much-Energy-To-Fight, had just told someone off.
Had just told Aiba off.
There was a moment of silence in the room until...
Aiba busted out laughing.
"Man! Mongoose girl, whatever you've done to him, keep it up! Alright, alright, we'll go!" Aiba chuckled.
"Aw, come on! You tortured MatsuJun and me earlier today, why are you treating them differently?" Mao demanded, turning to the small group of people but still remaining within MatsuJun's arms. She just liked the feel of being close to him.
"Because neither of you threatened me." Aiba replied simply.
Mao glared at Aiba, trying to relay a death threat through her eyes at the man, but he merely smirked more and turned to leave the room.
"You know, you two shouldn't be here."
Five sets of eyes turned to Nino who was standing by the small table placed by the window of the hotel room. He was leaning on the table looking down at a white piece of paper.
"What the hell are you getting on about, Nino?" Aiba asked and strode over to the table.
"Honeymooners should be in the honeymoon suite." Nino stated simply, then held up two identical pieces of paper, both with the calligraphy writing 'Certificate of Marriage'.
"Juri-chan and I agreed that this room was suitable enough for our needs." Ohno said in his usual monotonous tone.
"Have bed, will bonk, ne Ojii-san?" Nino asked.
"Nino!" Aiba exclaimed, once again shocked that his friend would stick to his beloved “Ohno” so harshly.
"Precisely." Ohno replied.
"Ohno!" Aiba exclaimed, this time in amazement at Ohno's casual tone to such a matter. A matter that to him would have made Aiba's own face as bright as an apple.
"Now hold on a second!" MatsuJun cried, bringing attention from the marriage certificates and the partially clad Ohno back to himself and Mao who still stood in the doorframe of the room. "You both knew you got married last night?"
"Of course, who would forget their own marriage?" Juri asked, genuinely confused.
MatsuJun and Mao flushed a brilliant red in guilt.
"They would." Nino answered.
Juri looked from her friend, to Nino. In Nino's hand were two similar pieces of paper. She strode over to her new friend and peered at the marriage certificates.
“Ohno Satoshi and Ueno Juri.”
“Matsumoto Jun and Inoue Mao.”
"Holy crap! You two got married, Mao-chan? Congratulations!" Juri cried, turning back to her friend and finally taking in the full scene of the couple. MatsuJun had his arm wrapped firmly around Mao's waist holding her close to him, while Mao stood pressed into him, one of her hands fisted on his chest. They looked as if they were made for each other.
"Jun-kun, congrats." Ohno said.
MatsuJun and Mao both threw up their hands in frustration.
"Did anyone keep an eye on us last night?" Mao exasperated.
"Keep an eye on you? You two are full grown adults! We shouldn't have to baby-sit you." Nino said Aiba nodding in agreement next to him.
"But...."
"Listen, I said it before, but I'll say it again. We lost track of you two around nine-ish. One minute you were hot and heavy on the dance floor, the next you were gone-" Aiba said.
"Hold it!" MatsuJun said, interrupting once again and drawing all eyes to him. "So, you two purposefully got married last night?"
MatsuJun was having a hard time grasping the fact that Ohno had done something so... so... spontaneous... something so Un-Ohno-like!
"Of course." Ohno replied slipping an arm around Juri's shoulders absentmindedly.
"And... no offence is meant by this question... but... why is that?"
Ohno looked slightly taken aback at that question. He blinked, dumbfounded for a second, before muttering, "You said it yourself last night, Jun-kun. There is such a thing as 'love at first sight'."