Her Beastly Prince (Chapter One)
Title: Her Beastly Prince (ONGOING)
Author: novemberbaby86
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Is he a prince or a beast? Or a combination of both?
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They own each other.
Index: | Prologue
ONE.
When he did photo shoots with his fellow Arashi members, he was never really distracted by their presence at all. When it was time for his solo shoots, the members would retire to a corner, usually talking quietly amongst themselves. Occasionally, Aiba would blurt out something random that would catch his attention, but he rarely allowed his eyes to sway from the camera.
But he made an exception today as he was with the Hanadan Returns crew. Shun, Shota, Tsuyoshi, and Mao stood behind the photographer and he could see that only two people were trying their best to make him laugh. Shun’s handsome features were now twisted into the face of a horse while Mao crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out.
Jun ignored Shun’s attempt, concluding that he already looked like a horse without the extra effort. But Mao…he wasn’t too sure what she was trying to imitate. Maybe she just wanted to do something silly. The poor girl had looked so depressed when he first met her over a year ago that it was hard to believe that she was now one of the few reasons that made him smile genuinely these days.
“Matsumoto-san, a few more this way please,” the photographer said, trying to catch his attention.
Jun placed his hands into his pockets and looked endearingly at the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Mao trip over her own feet and he struggled hard to suppress his laughter. But he did smile and wondered if that was part of her scheme. Or, since he knew her, she probably tripped due to her own clumsiness.
That grin of his only grew wider and it drew the attention of the photographer.
“That’s great,” the photographer remarked, snapping a few more shots. “A rare Doumyouji smile.”
“A very princely smile,” Shun added, laughing like an idiot while Mao slapped his arm.
Jun’s thick eyebrows arched as he watched their interaction but quickly regained his composure as he realized that he was a professional and shouldn’t be bothered by trivial matters.
Except any matter concerning Mao wasn’t trivial.
The photographer took a few more photos before announcing, “All right! Finished! Thank you, Matsumoto-san.”
Jun nodded at him politely and walked off the set as Shota replaced him. His assistant handed him a bottle of water and a towel and he joined his cast members. Abe Tsuyoshi patted his shoulder. “You looked cool, Jun-kun,” he commented with an encouraging smile and walked off, heading to the refreshments table.
“I say he looked princely,” Shun added, with a knowing smile hanging off his lips. “Right, Mao-chan?”
Jun’s glanced at her. But she was found giving Shun the evil eye and slapping his arm again There was a burn in his chest as he observed these two. He desperately needed some fresh air. “I’ll be right back.” With that, he walked over to his assistant and handed the bottle and towel back to her before disappearing into the hallway.
~
A wave of guilt swept over her as she watched Jun’s back. His shoulders seemed stiff and there was this aura of loneliness that accompanied him as he pushed open a set of double doors.
He didn’t even say a word to her. Not even a greeting. Normally, he would find things to tease her in his spare time Like unflattering her personal clothes were. But today, especially after the photo shoot and Shun’s remark of him being princely, his usual self was gone and replaced by someone who hadn’t made an appearance in ages.
The aura that surrounded him just minutes ago was the same when they had first met. So cold and unfriendly. She never thought she would see this side of him again, especially after spending months trying to bond with him. Trying to understand him. Just when she thought she was finally getting to see a different side of him, his old self was back.
“He’s probably dying in jealousy right now,” Shun whispered into her ear. “You might want to check on him before he unleashes his sadistic side on the furniture inside the lounge.”
“But it’s your fault,” she pointed out. “You probably ticked him off with your princely comment.”
“Oh, really? How is it my fault when you decided to tell me about your dream?” Shun argued, walking away with a cheeky grin.
She was annoyed but decided to let it slip. It was true that she had decided to share her unusual Ouji-sama dream with him. It was obviously a wrong decision since Shun always had the ability to poke fun of everything. She knew she shouldn’t have mentioned that Jun was the Ouji-sama she saw in her dream. The one that made her smile as he came to accompany her in the old castle. And in reality, he was the one who provided her with security.
He’s probably dying in jealousy right now. Shun’s words rang in her ears. What was the possibility of that happening?
Nonetheless, she found herself following Jun’s footsteps into the hallway. Her heart felt heavy as the doors she pushed and each step she took seemed the same way. But she moved forward anyway, thinking that she had nothing to lose.
~
He was lying on the cream-colored sofa with a loosened up tie around his collar. His back and temples ached, and to top it off, his chest was still burning. That was a sensation he rarely felt.
He heaved a sigh as he peeled his blazer off and flung it onto a nearby chair.
Air. He needed that. He knew he was breathing, but it wasn’t enough. He looked around, searching for windows but was disappointed when he realized that this particular lounge had none.
No windows in a lounge? How is that even possible?
He tried to ignore this fact as he closed his eyes and massaged his temples. But the images of Mao and Shun together prevented him from seeking peace.
So he knew he was exceedingly jealous to the point where if he hadn’t excused himself, he would have initiated an argument with Shun. But he knew better than to put his friendship in jeopardy so he had walked away.
He wanted Mao, but he didn’t want to lose a friend either.
On the other hand, he knew Shun only saw Mao as a younger sister. That was why he never had to make it clear to Shun that Mao belonged to him.
But not even his trust in Shun could pacify his burning heart right now.
Growing frustrated by the second, he decided to find another lounge with windows. He jumped up from the sofa, grabbed his blazer and headed towards the door.
The moment he opened the door, however, Mao was standing in front of him with a huge grin and with her hand raised midair.
Although she was obviously startled, she kept that smile on her face as she curtseyed. “Where are you going, ouji-sama?”
He blinked. Hard. “What did you just call me?”
~
Yay for cliffhanger! *gets bricked*
Notes: I am really sorry for the extremely late update! I had to rewrite this chapter about four times because I wasn't satisfied. (I am not a perfectionist. I swear. Huhuhu.) Then I was stuck with writer's block. *gets bricked again* But I've found a good remedy for writer's block that actually works for me! So now I can continue writing this fic.
Just two questions for the readers:
1)Why do you think Mao tripped?
2) And what's her motive behind calling Jun ouji-sama?
I'd like to see what your thoughts are. =D
Author: novemberbaby86
Genre: Romance, fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Is he a prince or a beast? Or a combination of both?
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They own each other.
Index: | Prologue
ONE.
When he did photo shoots with his fellow Arashi members, he was never really distracted by their presence at all. When it was time for his solo shoots, the members would retire to a corner, usually talking quietly amongst themselves. Occasionally, Aiba would blurt out something random that would catch his attention, but he rarely allowed his eyes to sway from the camera.
But he made an exception today as he was with the Hanadan Returns crew. Shun, Shota, Tsuyoshi, and Mao stood behind the photographer and he could see that only two people were trying their best to make him laugh. Shun’s handsome features were now twisted into the face of a horse while Mao crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out.
Jun ignored Shun’s attempt, concluding that he already looked like a horse without the extra effort. But Mao…he wasn’t too sure what she was trying to imitate. Maybe she just wanted to do something silly. The poor girl had looked so depressed when he first met her over a year ago that it was hard to believe that she was now one of the few reasons that made him smile genuinely these days.
“Matsumoto-san, a few more this way please,” the photographer said, trying to catch his attention.
Jun placed his hands into his pockets and looked endearingly at the camera. In the corner of his eye, he saw Mao trip over her own feet and he struggled hard to suppress his laughter. But he did smile and wondered if that was part of her scheme. Or, since he knew her, she probably tripped due to her own clumsiness.
That grin of his only grew wider and it drew the attention of the photographer.
“That’s great,” the photographer remarked, snapping a few more shots. “A rare Doumyouji smile.”
“A very princely smile,” Shun added, laughing like an idiot while Mao slapped his arm.
Jun’s thick eyebrows arched as he watched their interaction but quickly regained his composure as he realized that he was a professional and shouldn’t be bothered by trivial matters.
Except any matter concerning Mao wasn’t trivial.
The photographer took a few more photos before announcing, “All right! Finished! Thank you, Matsumoto-san.”
Jun nodded at him politely and walked off the set as Shota replaced him. His assistant handed him a bottle of water and a towel and he joined his cast members. Abe Tsuyoshi patted his shoulder. “You looked cool, Jun-kun,” he commented with an encouraging smile and walked off, heading to the refreshments table.
“I say he looked princely,” Shun added, with a knowing smile hanging off his lips. “Right, Mao-chan?”
Jun’s glanced at her. But she was found giving Shun the evil eye and slapping his arm again There was a burn in his chest as he observed these two. He desperately needed some fresh air. “I’ll be right back.” With that, he walked over to his assistant and handed the bottle and towel back to her before disappearing into the hallway.
~
A wave of guilt swept over her as she watched Jun’s back. His shoulders seemed stiff and there was this aura of loneliness that accompanied him as he pushed open a set of double doors.
He didn’t even say a word to her. Not even a greeting. Normally, he would find things to tease her in his spare time Like unflattering her personal clothes were. But today, especially after the photo shoot and Shun’s remark of him being princely, his usual self was gone and replaced by someone who hadn’t made an appearance in ages.
The aura that surrounded him just minutes ago was the same when they had first met. So cold and unfriendly. She never thought she would see this side of him again, especially after spending months trying to bond with him. Trying to understand him. Just when she thought she was finally getting to see a different side of him, his old self was back.
“He’s probably dying in jealousy right now,” Shun whispered into her ear. “You might want to check on him before he unleashes his sadistic side on the furniture inside the lounge.”
“But it’s your fault,” she pointed out. “You probably ticked him off with your princely comment.”
“Oh, really? How is it my fault when you decided to tell me about your dream?” Shun argued, walking away with a cheeky grin.
She was annoyed but decided to let it slip. It was true that she had decided to share her unusual Ouji-sama dream with him. It was obviously a wrong decision since Shun always had the ability to poke fun of everything. She knew she shouldn’t have mentioned that Jun was the Ouji-sama she saw in her dream. The one that made her smile as he came to accompany her in the old castle. And in reality, he was the one who provided her with security.
He’s probably dying in jealousy right now. Shun’s words rang in her ears. What was the possibility of that happening?
Nonetheless, she found herself following Jun’s footsteps into the hallway. Her heart felt heavy as the doors she pushed and each step she took seemed the same way. But she moved forward anyway, thinking that she had nothing to lose.
~
He was lying on the cream-colored sofa with a loosened up tie around his collar. His back and temples ached, and to top it off, his chest was still burning. That was a sensation he rarely felt.
He heaved a sigh as he peeled his blazer off and flung it onto a nearby chair.
Air. He needed that. He knew he was breathing, but it wasn’t enough. He looked around, searching for windows but was disappointed when he realized that this particular lounge had none.
No windows in a lounge? How is that even possible?
He tried to ignore this fact as he closed his eyes and massaged his temples. But the images of Mao and Shun together prevented him from seeking peace.
So he knew he was exceedingly jealous to the point where if he hadn’t excused himself, he would have initiated an argument with Shun. But he knew better than to put his friendship in jeopardy so he had walked away.
He wanted Mao, but he didn’t want to lose a friend either.
On the other hand, he knew Shun only saw Mao as a younger sister. That was why he never had to make it clear to Shun that Mao belonged to him.
But not even his trust in Shun could pacify his burning heart right now.
Growing frustrated by the second, he decided to find another lounge with windows. He jumped up from the sofa, grabbed his blazer and headed towards the door.
The moment he opened the door, however, Mao was standing in front of him with a huge grin and with her hand raised midair.
Although she was obviously startled, she kept that smile on her face as she curtseyed. “Where are you going, ouji-sama?”
He blinked. Hard. “What did you just call me?”
~
Yay for cliffhanger! *gets bricked*
Notes: I am really sorry for the extremely late update! I had to rewrite this chapter about four times because I wasn't satisfied. (I am not a perfectionist. I swear. Huhuhu.) Then I was stuck with writer's block. *gets bricked again* But I've found a good remedy for writer's block that actually works for me! So now I can continue writing this fic.
Just two questions for the readers:
1)Why do you think Mao tripped?
2) And what's her motive behind calling Jun ouji-sama?
I'd like to see what your thoughts are. =D