December Drabble Fest - Day 3
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 3 : Let's Do This Sober
Rating : R?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : Crying inelegantly by way of answering is probably not the brightest idea Aiba’s ever had, but he guesses it can’t be helped.
Note : Circa 2006 - 2008 Continuation of Day 2. Thank you for reading <3
(This fic might be crossposted to AO3)
(December Drabble Fest Day 2)
Sho is Aiba’s best friend, just like Jun and Ohno and Nino, but Nino, Nino is different. Nino isn’t just Aiba’s best friend, he’s one of Aiba’s oldest friends, next to Kazama-kun and Yoko and Tomo-kun, and Aiba loves him like a brother even when Nino is sometimes mean and he says the meanest things to Aiba just because he knows he can.
But sometimes, Nino can be like this, quiet and pleasant despite the alcohol kicking in. It’s a different kind of silence that makes Aiba’s heart hurt, and it hurts even more knowing that he can’t do anything for Nino even if he wants to.
Nino is drinking to get drunk and it’s not a lovely sight. Aiba could only watch because saying something might mean upsetting Nino in the process and the last thing Aiba wants is for Nino to leave when he’s drunk and upset. He knows about the girl friend thing but he doesn’t want to bring it up, but if he doesn’t now, then, who will?
He braves the consequences and clears his throat, downs the contents of the shot glass he’s been contemplating to drink for the longest time in one go and slaps the glass down the counter with a little too much force than necessary before he turns to Nino.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Nino beats him to it. “Aiba-chan, I think I’m in love with Leader,” in utter seriousness that left Aiba gaping.
Crying inelegantly by way of answering is probably not the brightest idea Aiba’s ever had, but he guesses it can’t be helped.
He’s drunk and happy and at the back of his brain, as he slurs his words, mumbling his congratulations into the top of Nino’s hair as he shakes Nino for good measure, he knows he’s going to forget this come morning.
He just hopes Nino would be kind enough to remind him.
++
Jun narrows his eyes, Sho narrows his. Aiba raises both hands in surrender, groaning at the way his head throb at the same time.
He woke up this morning with a hang over the size of his balls - both balls - and promptly threw up on his pillow. He doesn’t know how he got home, or how he even managed to get into his own bed without accidentally killing himself on the way there, but he guessed he had help.
Probably, that was Nino, but Aiba couldn’t be so sure. He was alone in his house when he woke up, after all.
Somehow, there are bits of pieces of memories he’s able to remember about the previous night once he’s had coffee, but they are blurry and not worth sharing over. The thing is, Jun and Sho think otherwise, and now he’s being interrogated like a criminal. A criminal with a very bad case of hangover, at that.
“He might have said something,” Jun tells him, scowling prettily at him and making elaborate gestures with his hands. Aiba wants to tell him off but thinks better of it, knowing he’d rather not get hit by Jun and his rings so early. “Try to remember it. I’m sure he’s not going to invite you out to drink just to get drunk. He might want to tell you something.”
Aiba wants to agree, frowns when he swears he remembers hugging the shit out of Nino and shaking the crap out of him while Aiba himself was crying, but even that is questionable at this point.
Why was he hugging Nino and crying at the same time? Did someone die and he was comforting Nino? Did Nino - wait.
Aiba-chan, I think I’m - with Leader…
He’s what with Leader? Aiba can’t recall. Frustrated, he starts punching his head and groaning, Jun barely stopping him in time.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“I’m trying to remember what he said, but I can’t!” he whines, his headache doubling in size. “I just remember myself hugging him while crying, and I swear he said something about him and Leader but I can’t really remember all of it. Just that he said, Aiba-chan, I think I’m XX with Leader!”
“In love?” Sho supplies and he frowns.
He opens his mouth to talk but Jun beats him to it. “Aiba, if you say FUCKING, I’m going to hit you in the face, I swear.”
He drops his head on the table and shuts his mouth for good measure.
He’s honestly just about to say FUCKING, for fuck’s sake.
(December Drabble Fest Day 4)
Rating : R?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : Crying inelegantly by way of answering is probably not the brightest idea Aiba’s ever had, but he guesses it can’t be helped.
Note : Circa 2006 - 2008 Continuation of Day 2. Thank you for reading <3
(This fic might be crossposted to AO3)
(December Drabble Fest Day 2)
Sho is Aiba’s best friend, just like Jun and Ohno and Nino, but Nino, Nino is different. Nino isn’t just Aiba’s best friend, he’s one of Aiba’s oldest friends, next to Kazama-kun and Yoko and Tomo-kun, and Aiba loves him like a brother even when Nino is sometimes mean and he says the meanest things to Aiba just because he knows he can.
But sometimes, Nino can be like this, quiet and pleasant despite the alcohol kicking in. It’s a different kind of silence that makes Aiba’s heart hurt, and it hurts even more knowing that he can’t do anything for Nino even if he wants to.
Nino is drinking to get drunk and it’s not a lovely sight. Aiba could only watch because saying something might mean upsetting Nino in the process and the last thing Aiba wants is for Nino to leave when he’s drunk and upset. He knows about the girl friend thing but he doesn’t want to bring it up, but if he doesn’t now, then, who will?
He braves the consequences and clears his throat, downs the contents of the shot glass he’s been contemplating to drink for the longest time in one go and slaps the glass down the counter with a little too much force than necessary before he turns to Nino.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Nino beats him to it. “Aiba-chan, I think I’m in love with Leader,” in utter seriousness that left Aiba gaping.
Crying inelegantly by way of answering is probably not the brightest idea Aiba’s ever had, but he guesses it can’t be helped.
He’s drunk and happy and at the back of his brain, as he slurs his words, mumbling his congratulations into the top of Nino’s hair as he shakes Nino for good measure, he knows he’s going to forget this come morning.
He just hopes Nino would be kind enough to remind him.
++
Jun narrows his eyes, Sho narrows his. Aiba raises both hands in surrender, groaning at the way his head throb at the same time.
He woke up this morning with a hang over the size of his balls - both balls - and promptly threw up on his pillow. He doesn’t know how he got home, or how he even managed to get into his own bed without accidentally killing himself on the way there, but he guessed he had help.
Probably, that was Nino, but Aiba couldn’t be so sure. He was alone in his house when he woke up, after all.
Somehow, there are bits of pieces of memories he’s able to remember about the previous night once he’s had coffee, but they are blurry and not worth sharing over. The thing is, Jun and Sho think otherwise, and now he’s being interrogated like a criminal. A criminal with a very bad case of hangover, at that.
“He might have said something,” Jun tells him, scowling prettily at him and making elaborate gestures with his hands. Aiba wants to tell him off but thinks better of it, knowing he’d rather not get hit by Jun and his rings so early. “Try to remember it. I’m sure he’s not going to invite you out to drink just to get drunk. He might want to tell you something.”
Aiba wants to agree, frowns when he swears he remembers hugging the shit out of Nino and shaking the crap out of him while Aiba himself was crying, but even that is questionable at this point.
Why was he hugging Nino and crying at the same time? Did someone die and he was comforting Nino? Did Nino - wait.
Aiba-chan, I think I’m - with Leader…
He’s what with Leader? Aiba can’t recall. Frustrated, he starts punching his head and groaning, Jun barely stopping him in time.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“I’m trying to remember what he said, but I can’t!” he whines, his headache doubling in size. “I just remember myself hugging him while crying, and I swear he said something about him and Leader but I can’t really remember all of it. Just that he said, Aiba-chan, I think I’m XX with Leader!”
“In love?” Sho supplies and he frowns.
He opens his mouth to talk but Jun beats him to it. “Aiba, if you say FUCKING, I’m going to hit you in the face, I swear.”
He drops his head on the table and shuts his mouth for good measure.
He’s honestly just about to say FUCKING, for fuck’s sake.
(December Drabble Fest Day 4)