Arashi: Red Shift (03)
FANDOM: Arashi
PAIRING: Sakuraiba
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 1,120
DATE: January 6, 2010
NOTES: I don't own Arashi, nor do I know much about them - this fic is entirely AU and fictional. This is for arashic0804!
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
PART THREE
We used to date.
The words still ringing in his mind, Jun didn’t really pay attention when Sho excused himself and left him alone in the kitchen.
Aiba used to date Sakurai Sho.
The thought that Aiba even knew someone as famous as Sho was unbelievable enough to Jun, but the fact that he didn’t mention it at all was a thought even harder to conceive. He supposed that it was before Sho got famous, but still. Whenever they were walking together and saw a poster of him, or talked about an advertisement Sho was in, Aiba could have said something.
Like what? he wondered. ’Hey, isn’t Sakurai Sho getting more and more popular these days? Oh, by the way, he used to be my boyfriend’?
Jun wasn’t even sure that he would’ve believed Aiba if he said something like that. But still.
I thought we were close.
He wanted to know more, but Sho refused to say anything else about the matter after dropping the bomb of an information. Sho had thought that Jun and the rest of the band should know about his and Aiba’s past, since they were working together. But as for the rest of the story, he had said that Jun was Aiba’s friend and band mate, so he should hear it from Aiba himself.
But what if Aiba won’t say anything at all?
})i({
Aiba was smiling at something Nino said. He was still a little pale, but he still had the same infectious smile. He and Nino were sitting on the same large beanbag, talking quietly. And smiling. It annoyed him that Nino made Aiba smile.
It ached that the smile disappeared as soon as Aiba noticed his arrival.
“Can I talk to you alone?” Sho asked, not looking at Nino.
Nino looked at Aiba, who hesitated at first, but finally shrugged and said, “Sure.” At that, Nino got up and left the room without acknowledging Sho.
Sho looked around, and cursed his decision to make the game room ‘comfy.’ It felt stupid to sit on a beanbag when one is trying to have a serious talk, for some reason.
Aiba seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, “I need some air. We can talk at the balcony.”
As they walked out together, Sho studied Aiba. He was thinner than he used to be, Sho observed. And his hair was different. But he still looked exactly the same. He wondered how different he would seem to Aiba.
They were quiet for some time, as neither of them knew what to say. After awhile, uncomfortable with the silence, Sho said, “he’ll never forgive me, will he?”
A look of guilt flashed in Aiba’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I told him that it’s not your fault, and that he should give you a break.”
Sho gave a small smile. Aiba remembered how he felt the first time he saw that smile, and looked away. “That’s just like you,” he heard Sho say. “Telling him to give me a break when I was the one who hurt you.”
“Well, he was your friend, too. I didn’t want the two of you to fight, just because of me.”
“And what about you? Can you - would you ever forgive me?”
Aiba turned to look at Sho again, and smiled weakly. “Of course... it’s just a shock, I think, seeing you again after... well. I’ll have to get over it. The shock, I mean.” He sounded a little flustered. Changing the subject, he gestured towards the house. “You’ve done well. I heard about all of your awards and singles rankings from Yamanaka-san the other day. He was so proud of you, like you’re his firstborn or something. Congratulations.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult, Mr. I’m-A-Serious-Musician?” Sho asked, amused.
“I’m not Jun,” Aiba said defensively. “I recognise talent when I see it.” Then his smile widened, and turned mischievous. “Although, that probably doesn’t apply now that you’ve become a lip-synching pop star who doesn’t play instruments.”
“Oh? This coming from the bassist of a band with, what, eight fans, including all of your parents, and Yuu-chan?”
Aiba laughed, and Sho grinned in relief. He may have lost a lot of things to get as far as he had in life, but he could still make Aiba laugh.
})i({
When Ohno returned that evening, with dinner in tow, he was surprised by all that had transpired in his absence. He was glad that at least Jun and Aiba were talking normally with Sho, and even working on a couple of songs together. Aiba still seemed like he was trying too hard to be his usual self at times, while Sho was sometimes cheerful to the point where it annoyed Jun and Nino. Nino was still rather cold to Sho, which made things difficult since he wrote most of their songs, and Sho needed his input when he does the new arrangements. But they managed, and to Ohno, it was a vast improvement.
Ohno was just as surprised by the news of Sho and Aiba’s past, but it frustrated Jun that Nino already knew. When Jun complained - well, demanded loudly - that they should know the full story, Ohno said quietly in his “firm voice”, the one that the rest of them always listened to, that it was Aiba’s business and Aiba should deal with it as he pleased. Ohno seemed to have joined Nino’s “Find Ways To Keep Aiba Happy” club without an ounce of the curiosity that was eating Jun up.
But that was their leader, all right, Jun figured. His first reaction was probably concern for Aiba, rather than the burning questions that stirred in Jun’s mind when he first heard the news.
“Don’t you care at all?” he asked, as they sat outside on their last night there, watching the moon’s reflection on water. “This is Aiba, and we’ve known him forever, and yet.”
Ohno was quiet for awhile, and Jun thought that he wasn’t going to answer. But then he said, sounding both patient and fed up, the way he did sometimes, which Jun would never get. “Obviously, we haven’t known him forever,” Ohno said. “Aiba has a past that we don’t know about, and Sakurai-san does.”
“But -”
“Jun.” Ohno was definitely not happy, Jun realised, and he shrank back - just a little. “We’ve been over this.”
He had been looking at Ohno, but at those words Jun looked away, letting a long sigh fall from his lips. He didn’t reply.
“Aiba haven’t seen Sakurai-san in a long time,” Ohno reminded him, then, as if to placate. “He has a history - one with us, with Red Shift - that Sakurai-san doesn’t know about, too.”
~ to be continued ~
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
This chapter is a lot shorter than the first two, sorry!
PAIRING: Sakuraiba
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 1,120
DATE: January 6, 2010
NOTES: I don't own Arashi, nor do I know much about them - this fic is entirely AU and fictional. This is for arashic0804!
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
PART THREE
We used to date.
The words still ringing in his mind, Jun didn’t really pay attention when Sho excused himself and left him alone in the kitchen.
Aiba used to date Sakurai Sho.
The thought that Aiba even knew someone as famous as Sho was unbelievable enough to Jun, but the fact that he didn’t mention it at all was a thought even harder to conceive. He supposed that it was before Sho got famous, but still. Whenever they were walking together and saw a poster of him, or talked about an advertisement Sho was in, Aiba could have said something.
Like what? he wondered. ’Hey, isn’t Sakurai Sho getting more and more popular these days? Oh, by the way, he used to be my boyfriend’?
Jun wasn’t even sure that he would’ve believed Aiba if he said something like that. But still.
I thought we were close.
He wanted to know more, but Sho refused to say anything else about the matter after dropping the bomb of an information. Sho had thought that Jun and the rest of the band should know about his and Aiba’s past, since they were working together. But as for the rest of the story, he had said that Jun was Aiba’s friend and band mate, so he should hear it from Aiba himself.
But what if Aiba won’t say anything at all?
})i({
Aiba was smiling at something Nino said. He was still a little pale, but he still had the same infectious smile. He and Nino were sitting on the same large beanbag, talking quietly. And smiling. It annoyed him that Nino made Aiba smile.
It ached that the smile disappeared as soon as Aiba noticed his arrival.
“Can I talk to you alone?” Sho asked, not looking at Nino.
Nino looked at Aiba, who hesitated at first, but finally shrugged and said, “Sure.” At that, Nino got up and left the room without acknowledging Sho.
Sho looked around, and cursed his decision to make the game room ‘comfy.’ It felt stupid to sit on a beanbag when one is trying to have a serious talk, for some reason.
Aiba seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, “I need some air. We can talk at the balcony.”
As they walked out together, Sho studied Aiba. He was thinner than he used to be, Sho observed. And his hair was different. But he still looked exactly the same. He wondered how different he would seem to Aiba.
They were quiet for some time, as neither of them knew what to say. After awhile, uncomfortable with the silence, Sho said, “he’ll never forgive me, will he?”
A look of guilt flashed in Aiba’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I told him that it’s not your fault, and that he should give you a break.”
Sho gave a small smile. Aiba remembered how he felt the first time he saw that smile, and looked away. “That’s just like you,” he heard Sho say. “Telling him to give me a break when I was the one who hurt you.”
“Well, he was your friend, too. I didn’t want the two of you to fight, just because of me.”
“And what about you? Can you - would you ever forgive me?”
Aiba turned to look at Sho again, and smiled weakly. “Of course... it’s just a shock, I think, seeing you again after... well. I’ll have to get over it. The shock, I mean.” He sounded a little flustered. Changing the subject, he gestured towards the house. “You’ve done well. I heard about all of your awards and singles rankings from Yamanaka-san the other day. He was so proud of you, like you’re his firstborn or something. Congratulations.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult, Mr. I’m-A-Serious-Musician?” Sho asked, amused.
“I’m not Jun,” Aiba said defensively. “I recognise talent when I see it.” Then his smile widened, and turned mischievous. “Although, that probably doesn’t apply now that you’ve become a lip-synching pop star who doesn’t play instruments.”
“Oh? This coming from the bassist of a band with, what, eight fans, including all of your parents, and Yuu-chan?”
Aiba laughed, and Sho grinned in relief. He may have lost a lot of things to get as far as he had in life, but he could still make Aiba laugh.
})i({
When Ohno returned that evening, with dinner in tow, he was surprised by all that had transpired in his absence. He was glad that at least Jun and Aiba were talking normally with Sho, and even working on a couple of songs together. Aiba still seemed like he was trying too hard to be his usual self at times, while Sho was sometimes cheerful to the point where it annoyed Jun and Nino. Nino was still rather cold to Sho, which made things difficult since he wrote most of their songs, and Sho needed his input when he does the new arrangements. But they managed, and to Ohno, it was a vast improvement.
Ohno was just as surprised by the news of Sho and Aiba’s past, but it frustrated Jun that Nino already knew. When Jun complained - well, demanded loudly - that they should know the full story, Ohno said quietly in his “firm voice”, the one that the rest of them always listened to, that it was Aiba’s business and Aiba should deal with it as he pleased. Ohno seemed to have joined Nino’s “Find Ways To Keep Aiba Happy” club without an ounce of the curiosity that was eating Jun up.
But that was their leader, all right, Jun figured. His first reaction was probably concern for Aiba, rather than the burning questions that stirred in Jun’s mind when he first heard the news.
“Don’t you care at all?” he asked, as they sat outside on their last night there, watching the moon’s reflection on water. “This is Aiba, and we’ve known him forever, and yet.”
Ohno was quiet for awhile, and Jun thought that he wasn’t going to answer. But then he said, sounding both patient and fed up, the way he did sometimes, which Jun would never get. “Obviously, we haven’t known him forever,” Ohno said. “Aiba has a past that we don’t know about, and Sakurai-san does.”
“But -”
“Jun.” Ohno was definitely not happy, Jun realised, and he shrank back - just a little. “We’ve been over this.”
He had been looking at Ohno, but at those words Jun looked away, letting a long sigh fall from his lips. He didn’t reply.
“Aiba haven’t seen Sakurai-san in a long time,” Ohno reminded him, then, as if to placate. “He has a history - one with us, with Red Shift - that Sakurai-san doesn’t know about, too.”
~ to be continued ~
Chapter Two | Chapter Four
This chapter is a lot shorter than the first two, sorry!