Arashi: Green (03)
FANDOM: Arashi
RATING: G
PAIRING: Aimiya (friendship), Sakuraiba
DATE: February 3rd, 2010
NOTES: This is a work of fiction. RedShiftverse AU.
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
CHAPTER THREE
“So, what do you think? Were we great or what?” Aiba asked as he settled into the rounded booth with Nino, Suzuki and Sho. Sugimoto had something to do after their live, and didn’t go out with the rest of them. Their band had only played a set of three songs, and were one of the five bands bands that played at the Warehouse that night.
“Your music is definitely interesting,” Sho said in agreement. “Do you write all the songs, Nino?” It took some time, but Aiba had managed to get Sho to call Nino by his nickname after all.
Nino nodded. “Mostly. Some of them, I actually work on with Aiba. The lyrics aren’t very good, I know; if you like any of them, they’re probably by Suzuki here,” Nino said as he gestured towards their bassist. “He reads a lot of books and poetry, that kind of stuff, and writes pretty decent lyrics. But it’s really hard to get him to do it!”
“I told you, just because I love to read doesn’t mean I like writing,” Suzuki protested. “Plus, you’re getting better at it and Aiba’s lyrics are... well...” he paused, trying to think of how to describe it, before settling on “..unique.”
“I guess, if by unique you mean it reads like it was written by someone on crack,” Nino replied in a serious tone, but with a smile on his lips.
“Hey, I object to that!” Aiba exclaimed, poking Nino in the ribs. Ticklish, the smaller boy doubled up and tried to push away Aiba’s hands at the same time. It only made Aiba start tickling him in earnest, causing Nino to giggle uncontrollably and gasp out, “Sho, help me out, damn it!”
Sho, who was on the other side of Aiba, hesitated, but as Suzuki was too busy laughing at the two he finally leaned over to pull Aiba back. “Okay, okay, I’m stopping now,” Aiba said, still laughing while Nino straightened up. “You can let go of me now, Sho-chan,” he said, as Sho’s arms was still around his waist.
“Be careful; he’ll turn on you next,” Nino warned teasingly.
“Then maybe I shouldn’t let go,” Sho said, imitating Nino’s tone. “Or should I attack first?” His hold on Aiba tightened, as he and Nino grinned mischievously at each other over Aiba’s head.
“That’s not fair,” Aiba said, pouting. “You guys can’t gang up on me.”
“Why not?” Nino asked, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You have Suzuki on your side.”
“I think I prefer to sit this one out and watch,” Suzuki said in amusement.
Aiba squirmed, and turned to his side so that he could look pleadingly at Sho. “Truce?”
Their eyes met and held for a moment, and Aiba swallowed as the playfulness in Sho’s eyes melted away. Aiba opened his mouth to speak again, but nothing came out.
“Excuse me...” a soft voice interrupted.
Both of them turned to face the waitress, who was watching them nervously. “Are you ready to order?” she asked.
Aiba coughed. “How long have you been there?” he asked the waitress. Sho let go of him, and Nino snickered.
“From when you started tickling Ninomiya,” Suzuki answered in a droll voice.
“Oh. Sorry about that,” Aiba said, flushed with embarrassment. He recovered quickly, though, and flashed a quick smile at the waitress as he said, “I’d like the pasta arabiata, please, and these two guys here will have the gratin, the one with lots of mushrooms and cheese. And this guy,” he continued, pointing at Nino, “will like the cheapest thing on the menu. Lemon tea for all of us.”
The waitress took down the order, thanked them, and left. Everyone turned to Aiba.
“What?” he asked them.
“Nobody told you what we wanted to order. You just ordered for us,” Nino said accusingly.
“Eh? I thought that’s what you wanted?” Aiba asked innocently. “After all, you didn’t object or anything.”
“It’s fine,” Nino answered grumpily. “Just remember to ask next time.”
Aiba just nodded cheerfully and started telling them funny things that happened in his school. As they exchanged stories, the atmosphere in the group turned back to normal and soon they were all chatting happily. Aiba looked around at his friends and felt thankful that he was lucky enough to know them, and ignored the strange feeling in his stomach. I must be hungrier than I thought, he told himself.
He didn’t look in Sho’s direction again, so he didn’t see the thoughtful way Nino’s new friend was looking at him.
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“Hey, Nino?”
Aiba and Nino were watching an old drama re-run. It was one of those rare days when both of them were caught up with their assignments, and neither felt like doing anything in particular, so they just lazed around Nino’s house. Yukie, Nino’s sister, was studying for an exam, and his mother was out for the day.
Nino didn’t answer.
“Why didn’t you want me to meet Sho-chan at first?” Aiba asked. He hadn’t shown it, but the question had been at the back of his head for some time.
Nino sighed, and looked at his best friend. “You really want to know?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“You’re not going to like the answer.”
“It’s okay,” Aiba insisted. “I just want to know.”
“It has nothing to do with you, really,” Nino said. “But have you noticed how we’re always, always together?”
“Of course,” Aiba answered simply. “You’re my best friend.”
“Yeah, but it’s like you said the other day. I need other friends,” Nino said. “That’s one of the reasons I applied to go to a different school. You’re always going to be my best friend, but sometimes I need a break from that. I need to find out who I am, when I’m not your best friend.”
Aiba frowned, thinking about Nino’s answer. “I don’t really get it,” he said. “You want a break... you mean from being friends? I’m fine with things being the way it is.”
Nino smiled. “Of course you are.” He paused, before asking, “what club are you in now, at school?”
“Hmm? Oh, music club, with Suzuki-kun. You know that already. Sugimoto didn’t want to join, though, because the club meetings coincide with the archery club, which he’s in. You’ll like our music club, Nino. The senpais in the club are really funny, but of course, that means we fool around most of the time rather than do anything seriously, but then again -”
“What if we went to the same school, and I didn’t want to join the music club?” Nino asked, interrupting Aiba.
“Eh?” Aiba gave a short laugh. “Why wouldn’t you want to join music club?”
“This is a ‘what if’ situation; just go with it,” Nino answered. “Anyway, I’m not in the music club at my current school.”
“You’re not?” Aiba had told Nino most of what goes on in his school, but now he was starting to realise that Nino hadn’t really told him much in return. “Well...” he said, thinking about it. “I guess trying other stuff will be fun, too. It’ll be like junior high. Plus we play a lot of music in our free time, anyway.”
Nino nodded. “See? You’d just end up doing whatever I want. But since we’re in different schools, at least some of the time we are finding out who we are when we’re not influencing each other. Or something like that.”
Aiba pondered on Nino’s statement in silence for awhile. “I guess you’re right,” he finally said. “Does that mean that you wish that I didn’t interfere with your friendship with Sho-chan, though?”
Nino hit Aiba lightly on the back of his head. “Don’t be an idiot. I may have thought that for awhile, but now I think the way things are are fine, too.”
“Are you sure? Because I will totally leave you and Sho-chan alone if you want. I mean, if you had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t be crashing your dates or anything, and so if you want to hang out with just Sho-chan you could just tell me. I don’t mean to say it like you’re dating Sho-chan or anything like that, though, but if you’re interested in him that way I guess I don’t mind either, I’ll completely respect your wishes. And -” Aiba couldn’t finish talking, as Nino had smacked him again, this time with a throw pillow.
“Aiba?”
“What?” Aiba sulked a little, and rubbed his head where the pillow had hit him.
“Shut up.” Nino shook his head. “Where do you get all your weird ideas?” he wondered, talking to himself more than to Aiba. “Dating Sho. How ridiculous is that?”
“It’s not that ridiculous,” Aiba muttered, thinking of Sho’s teasing smile the last time they met, and the way he had felt in the brief moment Sho's arms were around him.
Nino was oblivious to Aiba's thoughts as he switched off the television and declared, "this show is boring. Let's play a game instead."
~ to be continued ~
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
Notes:
To tell the truth, this fic isn't going quite the way I want it to (>_>).
Or maybe it's just the mood I'm in at the moment.
Anyway, I hope you'll find this not too bad, and that my mood didn't affect it too much!
RATING: G
PAIRING: Aimiya (friendship), Sakuraiba
DATE: February 3rd, 2010
NOTES: This is a work of fiction. RedShiftverse AU.
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
CHAPTER THREE
“So, what do you think? Were we great or what?” Aiba asked as he settled into the rounded booth with Nino, Suzuki and Sho. Sugimoto had something to do after their live, and didn’t go out with the rest of them. Their band had only played a set of three songs, and were one of the five bands bands that played at the Warehouse that night.
“Your music is definitely interesting,” Sho said in agreement. “Do you write all the songs, Nino?” It took some time, but Aiba had managed to get Sho to call Nino by his nickname after all.
Nino nodded. “Mostly. Some of them, I actually work on with Aiba. The lyrics aren’t very good, I know; if you like any of them, they’re probably by Suzuki here,” Nino said as he gestured towards their bassist. “He reads a lot of books and poetry, that kind of stuff, and writes pretty decent lyrics. But it’s really hard to get him to do it!”
“I told you, just because I love to read doesn’t mean I like writing,” Suzuki protested. “Plus, you’re getting better at it and Aiba’s lyrics are... well...” he paused, trying to think of how to describe it, before settling on “..unique.”
“I guess, if by unique you mean it reads like it was written by someone on crack,” Nino replied in a serious tone, but with a smile on his lips.
“Hey, I object to that!” Aiba exclaimed, poking Nino in the ribs. Ticklish, the smaller boy doubled up and tried to push away Aiba’s hands at the same time. It only made Aiba start tickling him in earnest, causing Nino to giggle uncontrollably and gasp out, “Sho, help me out, damn it!”
Sho, who was on the other side of Aiba, hesitated, but as Suzuki was too busy laughing at the two he finally leaned over to pull Aiba back. “Okay, okay, I’m stopping now,” Aiba said, still laughing while Nino straightened up. “You can let go of me now, Sho-chan,” he said, as Sho’s arms was still around his waist.
“Be careful; he’ll turn on you next,” Nino warned teasingly.
“Then maybe I shouldn’t let go,” Sho said, imitating Nino’s tone. “Or should I attack first?” His hold on Aiba tightened, as he and Nino grinned mischievously at each other over Aiba’s head.
“That’s not fair,” Aiba said, pouting. “You guys can’t gang up on me.”
“Why not?” Nino asked, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You have Suzuki on your side.”
“I think I prefer to sit this one out and watch,” Suzuki said in amusement.
Aiba squirmed, and turned to his side so that he could look pleadingly at Sho. “Truce?”
Their eyes met and held for a moment, and Aiba swallowed as the playfulness in Sho’s eyes melted away. Aiba opened his mouth to speak again, but nothing came out.
“Excuse me...” a soft voice interrupted.
Both of them turned to face the waitress, who was watching them nervously. “Are you ready to order?” she asked.
Aiba coughed. “How long have you been there?” he asked the waitress. Sho let go of him, and Nino snickered.
“From when you started tickling Ninomiya,” Suzuki answered in a droll voice.
“Oh. Sorry about that,” Aiba said, flushed with embarrassment. He recovered quickly, though, and flashed a quick smile at the waitress as he said, “I’d like the pasta arabiata, please, and these two guys here will have the gratin, the one with lots of mushrooms and cheese. And this guy,” he continued, pointing at Nino, “will like the cheapest thing on the menu. Lemon tea for all of us.”
The waitress took down the order, thanked them, and left. Everyone turned to Aiba.
“What?” he asked them.
“Nobody told you what we wanted to order. You just ordered for us,” Nino said accusingly.
“Eh? I thought that’s what you wanted?” Aiba asked innocently. “After all, you didn’t object or anything.”
“It’s fine,” Nino answered grumpily. “Just remember to ask next time.”
Aiba just nodded cheerfully and started telling them funny things that happened in his school. As they exchanged stories, the atmosphere in the group turned back to normal and soon they were all chatting happily. Aiba looked around at his friends and felt thankful that he was lucky enough to know them, and ignored the strange feeling in his stomach. I must be hungrier than I thought, he told himself.
He didn’t look in Sho’s direction again, so he didn’t see the thoughtful way Nino’s new friend was looking at him.
})i({
“Hey, Nino?”
Aiba and Nino were watching an old drama re-run. It was one of those rare days when both of them were caught up with their assignments, and neither felt like doing anything in particular, so they just lazed around Nino’s house. Yukie, Nino’s sister, was studying for an exam, and his mother was out for the day.
Nino didn’t answer.
“Why didn’t you want me to meet Sho-chan at first?” Aiba asked. He hadn’t shown it, but the question had been at the back of his head for some time.
Nino sighed, and looked at his best friend. “You really want to know?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“You’re not going to like the answer.”
“It’s okay,” Aiba insisted. “I just want to know.”
“It has nothing to do with you, really,” Nino said. “But have you noticed how we’re always, always together?”
“Of course,” Aiba answered simply. “You’re my best friend.”
“Yeah, but it’s like you said the other day. I need other friends,” Nino said. “That’s one of the reasons I applied to go to a different school. You’re always going to be my best friend, but sometimes I need a break from that. I need to find out who I am, when I’m not your best friend.”
Aiba frowned, thinking about Nino’s answer. “I don’t really get it,” he said. “You want a break... you mean from being friends? I’m fine with things being the way it is.”
Nino smiled. “Of course you are.” He paused, before asking, “what club are you in now, at school?”
“Hmm? Oh, music club, with Suzuki-kun. You know that already. Sugimoto didn’t want to join, though, because the club meetings coincide with the archery club, which he’s in. You’ll like our music club, Nino. The senpais in the club are really funny, but of course, that means we fool around most of the time rather than do anything seriously, but then again -”
“What if we went to the same school, and I didn’t want to join the music club?” Nino asked, interrupting Aiba.
“Eh?” Aiba gave a short laugh. “Why wouldn’t you want to join music club?”
“This is a ‘what if’ situation; just go with it,” Nino answered. “Anyway, I’m not in the music club at my current school.”
“You’re not?” Aiba had told Nino most of what goes on in his school, but now he was starting to realise that Nino hadn’t really told him much in return. “Well...” he said, thinking about it. “I guess trying other stuff will be fun, too. It’ll be like junior high. Plus we play a lot of music in our free time, anyway.”
Nino nodded. “See? You’d just end up doing whatever I want. But since we’re in different schools, at least some of the time we are finding out who we are when we’re not influencing each other. Or something like that.”
Aiba pondered on Nino’s statement in silence for awhile. “I guess you’re right,” he finally said. “Does that mean that you wish that I didn’t interfere with your friendship with Sho-chan, though?”
Nino hit Aiba lightly on the back of his head. “Don’t be an idiot. I may have thought that for awhile, but now I think the way things are are fine, too.”
“Are you sure? Because I will totally leave you and Sho-chan alone if you want. I mean, if you had a girlfriend, I wouldn’t be crashing your dates or anything, and so if you want to hang out with just Sho-chan you could just tell me. I don’t mean to say it like you’re dating Sho-chan or anything like that, though, but if you’re interested in him that way I guess I don’t mind either, I’ll completely respect your wishes. And -” Aiba couldn’t finish talking, as Nino had smacked him again, this time with a throw pillow.
“Aiba?”
“What?” Aiba sulked a little, and rubbed his head where the pillow had hit him.
“Shut up.” Nino shook his head. “Where do you get all your weird ideas?” he wondered, talking to himself more than to Aiba. “Dating Sho. How ridiculous is that?”
“It’s not that ridiculous,” Aiba muttered, thinking of Sho’s teasing smile the last time they met, and the way he had felt in the brief moment Sho's arms were around him.
Nino was oblivious to Aiba's thoughts as he switched off the television and declared, "this show is boring. Let's play a game instead."
~ to be continued ~
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
Notes:
To tell the truth, this fic isn't going quite the way I want it to (>_>).
Or maybe it's just the mood I'm in at the moment.
Anyway, I hope you'll find this not too bad, and that my mood didn't affect it too much!