Girls girls girls! (AKA the next step in my descent)
So. *folds hands demurely in lap* This is a combination of waxrose's inspiration and my special brand of crazy in the head.
She wrote fic of Arashi as girls here, and I dunno, I just have this thing for genderswitching I think since I got so into it doing fanart for One Piece last year on that very topic.
In any case, I got inspired, and handwrote an entire story in about two and a half hours a couple nights ago. This fandom has got me crazy. I've commented more in this fandom than I ever have, I've done picspams, and now my very first fic ever. I haven't done creative writing like this since high school, except for the couple of sorry attempts at Nano during college. orz
The awesomely terrific waxrose looked it over for consistency and sanity (ha!) check ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Author: rhythmia orz
Fandom/pairing: Arashi RPF orz
Rating: PG for speculation on dangly bits
Wordcount: 1,763 words o.o'
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves, and larger portion to Johnny's & Associates. But since it's Girl!Arashi!AU I'm playing in a different sandbox anyway! :P
Author's note: Have looked over and spell-checked, but anything you notice will be great. ♥ Will accept all concrit~
Title: We’d Still be Pretty Hot
Aiba Makoto sometimes wondered what life would have been like if she had been born a boy.
Not that she wants to be a boy, really, though it would be neat to know how they danced with the extra dangly bits to get in the way. She’s happy with her life as it is now. After all, if she were a boy, she wouldn’t be a part of Jenny’s Jimusho and she wouldn’t be part of Arashi. And that didn’t bear thinking about.
Makoto hummed and dreamed of what else she could be doing as a boy -“Ow!”
She rubbed her arm and slapped back at the offender. “What are you poking at me for, Kazu-chan?” she whined. Ninomiya Kazuko simply leaned back from the attack and smirked, brown eyes bright with mischief. She reached out and ruffled Makoto’s new perm as she sat down next to her.
“Oh, I’m was just making sure you weren’t wandering too far off like Leader over there.” She smiled affectionately in Ohno Sana’s direction.
Sana was currently curled up peacefully on the other couch in the break room, hands resting on her sketchbook while she zoned out. Soft brown hair in a short pixie cut set off softer brown eyes that stared at something out of this world, probably.
“So what were you thinking about? Sana-chan’s usually completely out of it when she’s like that, but I could see the gears turning in your head. Out with it.” Kazuko poked Makoto again for good measure.
“Oi, stoppit, stoppit! I was wondering what it would’ve been like if I’d been born as a boy, is all. And maybe if we were all boys. What do you think, Kazu-chan?”
“Hmm, and trade the drooling fanboys for screaming fangirls?”
Makoto giggled and leaned against Kazuko. “So you think, even if we were boys, we’d all still be together?”
“Yup. We’d still be stuck with your crazy experiments and Sana-chan’s strange tastebuds and Jun-tan’s prissiness and Sumi-chan’s toxic cooking and my awesomeness.” Kazuko grinned like a vixen then, eyes sharp and knowing. “Thinking about how well we’d be stacked if we were guys?”
“Haha, you got me. You’d be just as skinny, I think.” Makoto thought Kazuko would keep that foxy look, at times innocent and demure (ha!) and watchful, at times sharp and devilish, poking at things to see how far she could go without crossing over the line.
“Well, at least then I’d have an excuse for having no hips. Though the stylists are pretty fond of dressing me like a boy anyhow.” She paused, and thought of something. “I saw a variety show once where they had male idols cross dressing. H.I.M. maybe?” Kazuko shrugged.
Makoto tried to wrap her mind around the idea of-- of-- Sana maybe, as a boy cross-dressing as a girl. She made the silliest faces all the time in photo shoots, with her rounded cheeks that never seemed to lose their baby fat and her sleepy eyes. Then again, she could be amazingly beautiful in a fey way as she focused all her attention on something like dancing, eyes dark and intent and lips pouting in concentration. As a boy….
Kazuko dug the pointy end of her chin into the dip in Makoto’s collarbone, draping herself over her shoulder and leaning hard. She murmured in Makoto’s ear, “Thinking of Leader, ne? She’d be pretty hot as a boy, considering how she moves. But probably not much taller, her brother’s not that tall either.”
That set Makoto to giggling. “Then you two would still be a matched set. Ohmiya SK as boys!” She keeled over giggling, imagining it.
“Ah, that would be fun. People would be even more scandalized,” Kazuko mused. “Just think of the fanservice. Jun-chi would still be good at it.” She laughed softly to herself.
Makoto couldn’t agree more. Jun, slender and willowy with strong features that she’d finally grown into quite well these last several years, was at last comfortable in her own skin. And she knew how to appeal to their fanboys and fangirls. She had “cool, mysterious beauty” down pat and even if Makoto felt she tried too hard sometimes to be sexy, Jun had amazing presence regardless and the fans ate it up.
“She might shake her hips more.”
“She’d still be into fashion.”
“Which means that she’d still be after you to get a better haircut and ‘presentable clothes.’”
“Dammit.”
“Jun-chan would be a prince-type in dramas for sure!”
“No, I think she’d still be a princess.”
A beautifully manicured hand with a couple big pink and purple sparkly rings landed heavily on Makoto’s left shoulder, making her squeak, and a quickly stifled noise on her right led her to assume Jun had done the same to Kazuko. Jun loomed over the back of the couch at them, not too terribly menacingly, with a slightly amused but wary look on her face and an arched eyebrow.
“I thought we’d all agreed that we weren’t to leave you two alone together for more than five minutes anymore. Right, Leader?” she called out to Sana as she sauntered around the arm of the couch to sit on Makoto’s other side.
“But we weren’t plotting world domination this time, Jun-chin!” Kazuko lazily shot back.
“Oh but Jun-chan, Jun-chan! We were thinking about what we’d all be like if we were born boys instead. You’d be a really fashionably attractive guy, I bet.” Makoto nodded earnestly at Jun. Jun’s other eyebrow rose to join the first, before her expression softened and she decided to play along.
“Hmm, you’d probably be even taller, Ma-chan, so you’d need to eat more,” she said, blithely ignoring the “pot, kettle” comment from the peanut gallery on Makoto’s other side. “I suppose you’d giggle the same, just a little deeper. And geez, you’d be even pervier.”
“Oi!” Makoto protested.
Jun continued, “Kazu would still have everyone wrapped around her little finger. I’m not sure how well your innocent looks would work as a guy.”
Kazuko answered loftily, affecting injured pride, “Of course my innocent looks would be fine. I’m good, and I picked up tips from the best, after all.”
Sana chose this moment to wake up from her mental journey. She saw the three on the other couch, got up and flopped across Kazuko and Makoto’s laps, staring up and backwards at the others with wide eyes. “Did you call me? I had this great idea for a new dance. I need to find some feather boas for it.” She blinked slowly at their growing smiles.
Kazuko grabbed her hand, while Jun petted her hair and kept going. “Sana-chan here would be a good dancer still. Though I’m thinking of her with stubble and…argh.” She winced.
“Leader, we’re figuring out what we’d be like as boys!” Makoto said excitedly. “We still need to work out Sumi-chan.” She was the one who was the most womanly in aspect of all of them, Makoto thought. Except maybe for the complete inability to cook part. Mother-henning all of them, smart and caring, curvy in all the right places. She’d probably be pretty muscular as a guy, considering how much she worked out now to try to stay strong and flexible for their activities.
“Sumire would be pretty hardcore for her rap parts as a guy. Tough and gritty and growly, with lots of bling and flexing muscles,” Kazuko chimed in. A beat, and then everybody leaned on each other, giggling. “Nah!”
Kazuko, back against the armrest, was thus the first to see Sumire come through the door to the break room. She waved her over. “Sumi-chan, join us, join us!”
Chin-length hair softly framing her face, Sakurai Sumire eyed their giggling faces a little warily before joining the pile by the couch. “What’s up?”
Jun spoke up this time, eyes shining. “We were just discussing what you would be like if you had been born a boy. Like what your rap performances would be like,” she added gleefully. Makoto was amused to note the slightly pained look of ‘my idiotic bandmates are crazy and I am stuck with them as the only sane one WHY’ cross her face before settling on a ‘let’s appease the crazies’ face.
“Okay, I’ll bite. Sana-chan would probably be a little taller and sturdier, so I think we can trust her not to get carried off by fangirls as easily. I wonder if your voice would be as high.” Makoto blinked and pondered this. Sana as a bass?
“Ma-chan here would need to be careful, because there’d be more of you to trip over things. But then there’d be more of you to give hugs with, so it evens out. And you’d be pervier for sure.” Kazuko grinned with Jun at this, while Makoto shrieked indignantly.
“Kazu would have an easier time being a gamer. You can ward off the sketchy guys, better, right?”
“Because she’d be a sketchy gamer guy too,” interjected Jun. Kazuko reached over to poke her.
Sumire continued over them, “And her evil will continued unchanged.” Now Makoto and Jun grinned at Kazuko’s squawk of injured dignity.
“Jun-chan would definitely be the cool, prince-type ne?” Sumire suggested.
“Princess!”
“Shut up!”
“She’d be scary hitting us with those rings as a guy.” Sumire quirked a smile at Jun as she said this and added, “She’d likely still be one of the saner ones in this group.”
Makoto was pleased. Trust Sumi-chan to come up with a well-thought out explanation on the fly. Then she realized, “Leader, Leader, you still haven’t said what you thought.” Kazuko poked at Sana’s hip and kneaded her hand to wake her up.
“Mmm?” Sana wriggled around in the pile until she could see everyone, reaching out a hand and tugging Sumire closer as she did so. Makoto caught on and grabbed at Sumire’s other hand, hauling her into the pile.
“Oi! This couch isn’t big enough for all of us!” she squawked as she tumbled down half onto Jun and Makoto. Everyone squished and wriggled again, then looked expectantly at Sana.
“Arashi is Arashi. We’ll be ourselves no matter what,” Sana said after some more deliberation. Then she smiled slyly. “We’d still be pretty hot.” A beat. “That gives me some doujin ideas.” She zoned blissfully back out as the rest of the couch erupted in noise.
Makoto wriggled some more in happiness as she watched Jun smack Sana one and Kazuko giggle and suggest dirty ideas and Sumire holler, scandalized. Ahh, Arashi was the best!
She wrote fic of Arashi as girls here, and I dunno, I just have this thing for genderswitching I think since I got so into it doing fanart for One Piece last year on that very topic.
In any case, I got inspired, and handwrote an entire story in about two and a half hours a couple nights ago. This fandom has got me crazy. I've commented more in this fandom than I ever have, I've done picspams, and now my very first fic ever. I haven't done creative writing like this since high school, except for the couple of sorry attempts at Nano during college. orz
The awesomely terrific waxrose looked it over for consistency and sanity (ha!) check ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Author: rhythmia orz
Fandom/pairing: Arashi RPF orz
Rating: PG for speculation on dangly bits
Wordcount: 1,763 words o.o'
Disclaimer: They belong to themselves, and larger portion to Johnny's & Associates. But since it's Girl!Arashi!AU I'm playing in a different sandbox anyway! :P
Author's note: Have looked over and spell-checked, but anything you notice will be great. ♥ Will accept all concrit~
Title: We’d Still be Pretty Hot
Aiba Makoto sometimes wondered what life would have been like if she had been born a boy.
Not that she wants to be a boy, really, though it would be neat to know how they danced with the extra dangly bits to get in the way. She’s happy with her life as it is now. After all, if she were a boy, she wouldn’t be a part of Jenny’s Jimusho and she wouldn’t be part of Arashi. And that didn’t bear thinking about.
Makoto hummed and dreamed of what else she could be doing as a boy -“Ow!”
She rubbed her arm and slapped back at the offender. “What are you poking at me for, Kazu-chan?” she whined. Ninomiya Kazuko simply leaned back from the attack and smirked, brown eyes bright with mischief. She reached out and ruffled Makoto’s new perm as she sat down next to her.
“Oh, I’m was just making sure you weren’t wandering too far off like Leader over there.” She smiled affectionately in Ohno Sana’s direction.
Sana was currently curled up peacefully on the other couch in the break room, hands resting on her sketchbook while she zoned out. Soft brown hair in a short pixie cut set off softer brown eyes that stared at something out of this world, probably.
“So what were you thinking about? Sana-chan’s usually completely out of it when she’s like that, but I could see the gears turning in your head. Out with it.” Kazuko poked Makoto again for good measure.
“Oi, stoppit, stoppit! I was wondering what it would’ve been like if I’d been born as a boy, is all. And maybe if we were all boys. What do you think, Kazu-chan?”
“Hmm, and trade the drooling fanboys for screaming fangirls?”
Makoto giggled and leaned against Kazuko. “So you think, even if we were boys, we’d all still be together?”
“Yup. We’d still be stuck with your crazy experiments and Sana-chan’s strange tastebuds and Jun-tan’s prissiness and Sumi-chan’s toxic cooking and my awesomeness.” Kazuko grinned like a vixen then, eyes sharp and knowing. “Thinking about how well we’d be stacked if we were guys?”
“Haha, you got me. You’d be just as skinny, I think.” Makoto thought Kazuko would keep that foxy look, at times innocent and demure (ha!) and watchful, at times sharp and devilish, poking at things to see how far she could go without crossing over the line.
“Well, at least then I’d have an excuse for having no hips. Though the stylists are pretty fond of dressing me like a boy anyhow.” She paused, and thought of something. “I saw a variety show once where they had male idols cross dressing. H.I.M. maybe?” Kazuko shrugged.
Makoto tried to wrap her mind around the idea of-- of-- Sana maybe, as a boy cross-dressing as a girl. She made the silliest faces all the time in photo shoots, with her rounded cheeks that never seemed to lose their baby fat and her sleepy eyes. Then again, she could be amazingly beautiful in a fey way as she focused all her attention on something like dancing, eyes dark and intent and lips pouting in concentration. As a boy….
Kazuko dug the pointy end of her chin into the dip in Makoto’s collarbone, draping herself over her shoulder and leaning hard. She murmured in Makoto’s ear, “Thinking of Leader, ne? She’d be pretty hot as a boy, considering how she moves. But probably not much taller, her brother’s not that tall either.”
That set Makoto to giggling. “Then you two would still be a matched set. Ohmiya SK as boys!” She keeled over giggling, imagining it.
“Ah, that would be fun. People would be even more scandalized,” Kazuko mused. “Just think of the fanservice. Jun-chi would still be good at it.” She laughed softly to herself.
Makoto couldn’t agree more. Jun, slender and willowy with strong features that she’d finally grown into quite well these last several years, was at last comfortable in her own skin. And she knew how to appeal to their fanboys and fangirls. She had “cool, mysterious beauty” down pat and even if Makoto felt she tried too hard sometimes to be sexy, Jun had amazing presence regardless and the fans ate it up.
“She might shake her hips more.”
“She’d still be into fashion.”
“Which means that she’d still be after you to get a better haircut and ‘presentable clothes.’”
“Dammit.”
“Jun-chan would be a prince-type in dramas for sure!”
“No, I think she’d still be a princess.”
A beautifully manicured hand with a couple big pink and purple sparkly rings landed heavily on Makoto’s left shoulder, making her squeak, and a quickly stifled noise on her right led her to assume Jun had done the same to Kazuko. Jun loomed over the back of the couch at them, not too terribly menacingly, with a slightly amused but wary look on her face and an arched eyebrow.
“I thought we’d all agreed that we weren’t to leave you two alone together for more than five minutes anymore. Right, Leader?” she called out to Sana as she sauntered around the arm of the couch to sit on Makoto’s other side.
“But we weren’t plotting world domination this time, Jun-chin!” Kazuko lazily shot back.
“Oh but Jun-chan, Jun-chan! We were thinking about what we’d all be like if we were born boys instead. You’d be a really fashionably attractive guy, I bet.” Makoto nodded earnestly at Jun. Jun’s other eyebrow rose to join the first, before her expression softened and she decided to play along.
“Hmm, you’d probably be even taller, Ma-chan, so you’d need to eat more,” she said, blithely ignoring the “pot, kettle” comment from the peanut gallery on Makoto’s other side. “I suppose you’d giggle the same, just a little deeper. And geez, you’d be even pervier.”
“Oi!” Makoto protested.
Jun continued, “Kazu would still have everyone wrapped around her little finger. I’m not sure how well your innocent looks would work as a guy.”
Kazuko answered loftily, affecting injured pride, “Of course my innocent looks would be fine. I’m good, and I picked up tips from the best, after all.”
Sana chose this moment to wake up from her mental journey. She saw the three on the other couch, got up and flopped across Kazuko and Makoto’s laps, staring up and backwards at the others with wide eyes. “Did you call me? I had this great idea for a new dance. I need to find some feather boas for it.” She blinked slowly at their growing smiles.
Kazuko grabbed her hand, while Jun petted her hair and kept going. “Sana-chan here would be a good dancer still. Though I’m thinking of her with stubble and…argh.” She winced.
“Leader, we’re figuring out what we’d be like as boys!” Makoto said excitedly. “We still need to work out Sumi-chan.” She was the one who was the most womanly in aspect of all of them, Makoto thought. Except maybe for the complete inability to cook part. Mother-henning all of them, smart and caring, curvy in all the right places. She’d probably be pretty muscular as a guy, considering how much she worked out now to try to stay strong and flexible for their activities.
“Sumire would be pretty hardcore for her rap parts as a guy. Tough and gritty and growly, with lots of bling and flexing muscles,” Kazuko chimed in. A beat, and then everybody leaned on each other, giggling. “Nah!”
Kazuko, back against the armrest, was thus the first to see Sumire come through the door to the break room. She waved her over. “Sumi-chan, join us, join us!”
Chin-length hair softly framing her face, Sakurai Sumire eyed their giggling faces a little warily before joining the pile by the couch. “What’s up?”
Jun spoke up this time, eyes shining. “We were just discussing what you would be like if you had been born a boy. Like what your rap performances would be like,” she added gleefully. Makoto was amused to note the slightly pained look of ‘my idiotic bandmates are crazy and I am stuck with them as the only sane one WHY’ cross her face before settling on a ‘let’s appease the crazies’ face.
“Okay, I’ll bite. Sana-chan would probably be a little taller and sturdier, so I think we can trust her not to get carried off by fangirls as easily. I wonder if your voice would be as high.” Makoto blinked and pondered this. Sana as a bass?
“Ma-chan here would need to be careful, because there’d be more of you to trip over things. But then there’d be more of you to give hugs with, so it evens out. And you’d be pervier for sure.” Kazuko grinned with Jun at this, while Makoto shrieked indignantly.
“Kazu would have an easier time being a gamer. You can ward off the sketchy guys, better, right?”
“Because she’d be a sketchy gamer guy too,” interjected Jun. Kazuko reached over to poke her.
Sumire continued over them, “And her evil will continued unchanged.” Now Makoto and Jun grinned at Kazuko’s squawk of injured dignity.
“Jun-chan would definitely be the cool, prince-type ne?” Sumire suggested.
“Princess!”
“Shut up!”
“She’d be scary hitting us with those rings as a guy.” Sumire quirked a smile at Jun as she said this and added, “She’d likely still be one of the saner ones in this group.”
Makoto was pleased. Trust Sumi-chan to come up with a well-thought out explanation on the fly. Then she realized, “Leader, Leader, you still haven’t said what you thought.” Kazuko poked at Sana’s hip and kneaded her hand to wake her up.
“Mmm?” Sana wriggled around in the pile until she could see everyone, reaching out a hand and tugging Sumire closer as she did so. Makoto caught on and grabbed at Sumire’s other hand, hauling her into the pile.
“Oi! This couch isn’t big enough for all of us!” she squawked as she tumbled down half onto Jun and Makoto. Everyone squished and wriggled again, then looked expectantly at Sana.
“Arashi is Arashi. We’ll be ourselves no matter what,” Sana said after some more deliberation. Then she smiled slyly. “We’d still be pretty hot.” A beat. “That gives me some doujin ideas.” She zoned blissfully back out as the rest of the couch erupted in noise.
Makoto wriggled some more in happiness as she watched Jun smack Sana one and Kazuko giggle and suggest dirty ideas and Sumire holler, scandalized. Ahh, Arashi was the best!