The last HelloGoodbye [One-shot]
Title: The last HelloGoodbye
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Sakuraiba [one-sided]
Summary: Inspired by Aiba’s solo, and the lack of Sakuraiba in my life.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Arashi! Just so you know. This fic is totally my idea. This fic is 100% fictional, if it matches reality in any way, it’s purely coincidental.
Note: I started writing this during the 'My Girl' season, but only completed it now :P
The flood lights switched on with a loud ‘flick’ sound, warming up Tokyo Dome on this cold winter night. Arashi’s last concert for that season - ‘Arashi Around Asia’ was about to start. One of the biggest concerts ever recorded in Japan’s history, thousands if not millions of Arashi fans filled into the concert venue, buzzing excitedly about their favorite member. The performers themselves were also feeling the excitement, animatedly talking to one another, except for one.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Aiba-kun! It’s your solo now! Get into position, quick!” yelled a staff, dashing about backstage, frantically trying to get things in order.
Aiba got up from a sofa and walked at a snail's pace to the platform. It was his last solo at for this concert. If it were some other time, he would have exploded for such tension. But Aiba felt different.
“I have to do this,” he thought giving himself a confident nod.
A staff gave him a thumbs up, signaling his solo was about to start soon. Aiba nodded in return and looked up at the false ceiling which separated him from his fans.
Anytime now, the spring board under his feet will propel him upwards, up to the stage above him. It was now his time to shine. His time to show the world what an awesome performer Aiba Masaki is, but all Aiba could sense was nervousness, anxiety, and most importantly, fear of rejection.
The opening tune played as Aiba masked his sadness by trying to hype up the crowd with random hand actions. Then, the lyrics came in.
‘How are you doing? Are you doing well?
These days we have been busy so we can't meet each other.
But to stay thinking too much, is just not good for health.
Breathe deep and everyone, everybody.’
******
“Sho-chan!” yelled Aiba as he ran at break neck speed into Arashi’s dressing room, “Can you help me for the next episode of ‘My Girl’?”
“I’m busy,” frowned Sho, not looking up from this humongous stack of notes and worksheets.
“Oh, ok,” replied Aiba, feeling dejected. Being Aiba, he didn’t miss the way Sho’s sentence came out as a hoarse jumble of words; or how there was an overflow used tissues by Sho’s side; or even how Sho’s eyes were red and half-closed most of the time.
*******
‘Today and tomorrow too, just in the way I want it to be
I wanna find something mild
The time revolving around, move this world
Collecting now in my hands the stars which I'm finding
For whom am I singing? Your voice is calling me
Everything is gonna start, Hello Goodbye’
********
“Sho-chan?” whispered Aiba, as he inched closer to Arashi’s rapper. It was in the middle of the night and majority of the people would be sleeping by now. Apparently, Sho and Aiba weren’t part of that majority.
“What?” said Sho, clearly irritated, as he massaged his temples while reading through his notes again for the nth time.
“Can you listen to my song and give me some comments?” asked Aiba, proudly producing several score sheets from thin air and holding them inches away from Sho’s face.
“Not now, my exams start tomorrow,” replied Sho, trying his best to not throw Aiba out of the room.
*******
‘Stuff like stored missed calls, or that the reply doesn't come
These days I feel bound, with stiff shoulders
But the truth is, I wanna stay free like this
*******
Aiba lay on his bed, so still that anyone would have thought he was sleeping. In fact, he was wide awake, waiting.
“Sho-chan, how about having breakfast with me tomorrow,” was what Aiba had sent Sho hours ago.
No reply.
“How are your studies coming along,” was the second message he sent.
No message tone.
“Can you meet me at the park?” - the third un-replied message.
‘Try calling him’ would be something anyone would advice Aiba, but in actual fact, Aiba was a pro at this. Having called Sho so many times within the past hour, Aiba had practically managed to memorise his number.
‘Please leave a message’ was what Aiba got in return.
*******
‘Change of direction is also possible sometimes, isn't it?
Right and left, the whole day
I wanna have in my hands something that doesn't be swayed
For the person I love, feel pride of this meeting’
*******
“Sho-chan?”
“Yeah?”
“Look what I got!”
Without looking up from his laptop, Sho replied Aiba with a half-hearted ‘okay’. Aiba bounded over to the sofa and threw himself onto the empty space beside Sho.
Ignoring Sho’s disapproving frown, Aiba opened his bento box and shoved it in Sho’s face,
“You have to eat too, you know,” said the honey haired man, hoping he would get an answer which was more than 1 word long.
Sho grabbed his laptop from the coffee table, turned to face the other direction and started reading the words on the screen out loud. In other words, he completed ignored Aiba.
Not missing the muffled growl of Sho’s stomach, Aiba leapt up from the sofa and sprinted to the space in front of Sho. Scooping a portion of the bento box’s contents, Aiba extended his rice filled spoon to Sho, along with an irresistibly adorable puppy-dog look.
“Go away, Aiba!” yelled Sho, slapping the spoon out of his face, also causing the rest of the bento box to tip over.
Happy enough to get a 3 word long reply, Aiba stumbled out of the room in defeat, leaving behind a very vexed Sho with a ruined bento of curry rice, which took Aiba 6 hours to make.
*******
The wind blows slightly, from here now to tomorrow
Where am I going towards? We can go anywhere
Loving all the things, Hello Goodbye
********
The staff backstage cowered in fear as a death glare was sent their direction. It wasn’t just any death glare, but one from a member who was very pissed, very agitated and in a going-to-kill-someone mood.
“Whose idea was it?” yelled Ninomiya Kazunari, plunging forward despite being pulled back by the leader of the group.
“Nino, there’s nothing we can do about it,” reasoned Ohno Satoshi, who wasn’t as calm as usual, thanks to the screaming band mate in his arms.
“It was Aiba-san’s idea,” explained a staff, trying his best to not stutter under such pressure, but totally failing at it.
********
Spring Summer Autumn Winter
I'll be always here
I wonder why, tears are overflowing without any reason
Without holding anything, just the way I am
*******
Shoving his harmonica back into the pocket of his hoddie, Aiba cringed as he felt an immense pain in his chest. His grip on the microphone loosened when he spent most of his remaining energy gasping for air.
“I can’t give up, not now…”
*******
How are you doing? Are you doing well?
These days I've been busy
But I'll see you, I'm going to see you
The time revolving around, move this world
Collecting now in my hands the stars which I'm finding
*******
“Aiba-chan, if you call me one more time, I swear I’m going to kill you,” threatened Nino as Aiba heard Nino’s DS in the background playing the ‘you lose’ tune.
Aiba ignored his statement and replied, “Is he ok?”
The director had said ‘cut’ only seconds ago, and Aiba had managed to teleport himself from the set to his dressing room. This was his first drama in six years, and Aiba totally forgot how draining it could be: Filming almost everyday, endless promotional talks, non-stop photo shoots; it was exhausting just to think about it.
“He isn’t dead,” came the irritated reply. Aiba smiled in relief.
“I’ll be finishing in about 2 hours, tell him to wait for me, okay?”
*******
For whom am I singing? Your voice is calling me
Everything is gonna start, Hello ….Goodbye, Sho-chan.
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Sakuraiba [one-sided]
Summary: Inspired by Aiba’s solo, and the lack of Sakuraiba in my life.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Arashi! Just so you know. This fic is totally my idea. This fic is 100% fictional, if it matches reality in any way, it’s purely coincidental.
Note: I started writing this during the 'My Girl' season, but only completed it now :P
The flood lights switched on with a loud ‘flick’ sound, warming up Tokyo Dome on this cold winter night. Arashi’s last concert for that season - ‘Arashi Around Asia’ was about to start. One of the biggest concerts ever recorded in Japan’s history, thousands if not millions of Arashi fans filled into the concert venue, buzzing excitedly about their favorite member. The performers themselves were also feeling the excitement, animatedly talking to one another, except for one.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Aiba-kun! It’s your solo now! Get into position, quick!” yelled a staff, dashing about backstage, frantically trying to get things in order.
Aiba got up from a sofa and walked at a snail's pace to the platform. It was his last solo at for this concert. If it were some other time, he would have exploded for such tension. But Aiba felt different.
“I have to do this,” he thought giving himself a confident nod.
A staff gave him a thumbs up, signaling his solo was about to start soon. Aiba nodded in return and looked up at the false ceiling which separated him from his fans.
Anytime now, the spring board under his feet will propel him upwards, up to the stage above him. It was now his time to shine. His time to show the world what an awesome performer Aiba Masaki is, but all Aiba could sense was nervousness, anxiety, and most importantly, fear of rejection.
The opening tune played as Aiba masked his sadness by trying to hype up the crowd with random hand actions. Then, the lyrics came in.
‘How are you doing? Are you doing well?
These days we have been busy so we can't meet each other.
But to stay thinking too much, is just not good for health.
Breathe deep and everyone, everybody.’
******
“Sho-chan!” yelled Aiba as he ran at break neck speed into Arashi’s dressing room, “Can you help me for the next episode of ‘My Girl’?”
“I’m busy,” frowned Sho, not looking up from this humongous stack of notes and worksheets.
“Oh, ok,” replied Aiba, feeling dejected. Being Aiba, he didn’t miss the way Sho’s sentence came out as a hoarse jumble of words; or how there was an overflow used tissues by Sho’s side; or even how Sho’s eyes were red and half-closed most of the time.
*******
‘Today and tomorrow too, just in the way I want it to be
I wanna find something mild
The time revolving around, move this world
Collecting now in my hands the stars which I'm finding
For whom am I singing? Your voice is calling me
Everything is gonna start, Hello Goodbye’
********
“Sho-chan?” whispered Aiba, as he inched closer to Arashi’s rapper. It was in the middle of the night and majority of the people would be sleeping by now. Apparently, Sho and Aiba weren’t part of that majority.
“What?” said Sho, clearly irritated, as he massaged his temples while reading through his notes again for the nth time.
“Can you listen to my song and give me some comments?” asked Aiba, proudly producing several score sheets from thin air and holding them inches away from Sho’s face.
“Not now, my exams start tomorrow,” replied Sho, trying his best to not throw Aiba out of the room.
*******
‘Stuff like stored missed calls, or that the reply doesn't come
These days I feel bound, with stiff shoulders
But the truth is, I wanna stay free like this
*******
Aiba lay on his bed, so still that anyone would have thought he was sleeping. In fact, he was wide awake, waiting.
“Sho-chan, how about having breakfast with me tomorrow,” was what Aiba had sent Sho hours ago.
No reply.
“How are your studies coming along,” was the second message he sent.
No message tone.
“Can you meet me at the park?” - the third un-replied message.
‘Try calling him’ would be something anyone would advice Aiba, but in actual fact, Aiba was a pro at this. Having called Sho so many times within the past hour, Aiba had practically managed to memorise his number.
‘Please leave a message’ was what Aiba got in return.
*******
‘Change of direction is also possible sometimes, isn't it?
Right and left, the whole day
I wanna have in my hands something that doesn't be swayed
For the person I love, feel pride of this meeting’
*******
“Sho-chan?”
“Yeah?”
“Look what I got!”
Without looking up from his laptop, Sho replied Aiba with a half-hearted ‘okay’. Aiba bounded over to the sofa and threw himself onto the empty space beside Sho.
Ignoring Sho’s disapproving frown, Aiba opened his bento box and shoved it in Sho’s face,
“You have to eat too, you know,” said the honey haired man, hoping he would get an answer which was more than 1 word long.
Sho grabbed his laptop from the coffee table, turned to face the other direction and started reading the words on the screen out loud. In other words, he completed ignored Aiba.
Not missing the muffled growl of Sho’s stomach, Aiba leapt up from the sofa and sprinted to the space in front of Sho. Scooping a portion of the bento box’s contents, Aiba extended his rice filled spoon to Sho, along with an irresistibly adorable puppy-dog look.
“Go away, Aiba!” yelled Sho, slapping the spoon out of his face, also causing the rest of the bento box to tip over.
Happy enough to get a 3 word long reply, Aiba stumbled out of the room in defeat, leaving behind a very vexed Sho with a ruined bento of curry rice, which took Aiba 6 hours to make.
*******
The wind blows slightly, from here now to tomorrow
Where am I going towards? We can go anywhere
Loving all the things, Hello Goodbye
********
The staff backstage cowered in fear as a death glare was sent their direction. It wasn’t just any death glare, but one from a member who was very pissed, very agitated and in a going-to-kill-someone mood.
“Whose idea was it?” yelled Ninomiya Kazunari, plunging forward despite being pulled back by the leader of the group.
“Nino, there’s nothing we can do about it,” reasoned Ohno Satoshi, who wasn’t as calm as usual, thanks to the screaming band mate in his arms.
“It was Aiba-san’s idea,” explained a staff, trying his best to not stutter under such pressure, but totally failing at it.
********
Spring Summer Autumn Winter
I'll be always here
I wonder why, tears are overflowing without any reason
Without holding anything, just the way I am
*******
Shoving his harmonica back into the pocket of his hoddie, Aiba cringed as he felt an immense pain in his chest. His grip on the microphone loosened when he spent most of his remaining energy gasping for air.
“I can’t give up, not now…”
*******
How are you doing? Are you doing well?
These days I've been busy
But I'll see you, I'm going to see you
The time revolving around, move this world
Collecting now in my hands the stars which I'm finding
*******
“Aiba-chan, if you call me one more time, I swear I’m going to kill you,” threatened Nino as Aiba heard Nino’s DS in the background playing the ‘you lose’ tune.
Aiba ignored his statement and replied, “Is he ok?”
The director had said ‘cut’ only seconds ago, and Aiba had managed to teleport himself from the set to his dressing room. This was his first drama in six years, and Aiba totally forgot how draining it could be: Filming almost everyday, endless promotional talks, non-stop photo shoots; it was exhausting just to think about it.
“He isn’t dead,” came the irritated reply. Aiba smiled in relief.
“I’ll be finishing in about 2 hours, tell him to wait for me, okay?”
*******
For whom am I singing? Your voice is calling me
Everything is gonna start, Hello ….Goodbye, Sho-chan.