Jdrama & Arashi Drabbles
literarylemming and I entertained each other with drabbles. Thus they are being posted. Each was based on a random song chosen by the other. If you ask nicely, maybe she'll post hers too!
Title: In the Music
Author: Rinny
Fandoms: Arashi, HanaKimi, Hana Yori Dango
Pairings: Jun/Arashi, Gen, Ohno/Nino, Aiba, Sano/Mizuki/Nakatsu, Domyouji
Rating: PG
Word Counts: 360, 240, 184, 283, 167, 249
Disclaimer: Yeah, pretty sure owning of people is still illegal worldwide. Unless you're Johnny.
Notes: Variety of drabbles. Please enjoy.
just can't stop
MatsuJun is widely known as the most romantic of Arashi's members. His is frequently voted "Most Passionate" by the others and is the only one who ever takes the "Ask Arashi" segments on Arashi No Shudukaikun seriously.
Through the course of Arashi's eight-plus years together, he's had a crush on all but one of his bandmates.
Ohno was the first, and the longest. His crush beginning early on after they formed. It was painfully obvious to everyone but Ohno himself. Now, whenever he sees the puppy eyes Chinen shoots the older boy, he's reminded of the awkward, uncomfortable memories of that time.
Falling for Aiba was sweet and thrilling. He confessed and Aiba responded with exuberant kisses. They had a wild, impulsive fling. When it fizzled, they parted amicably and closer than ever.
After, Aiba proclaimed that all of Arashi should sleep together as a bonding activity.
His crush on Sho lasted for a year. They were arguably the most alike, devoting their time to their respective careers and Arashi. While the others seemed to ride the wave of Arashi's success, taking on individual work where and when they wanted to, seemingly at whim, he and Sho had goals. He respected Sho more than anyone else in Arashi. It seemed natural when those feelings developed into attraction.
Jun in the throes of a crush wasn't an easy thing. Neither for himself or the people around him. He was moodier than normal, fluctuating between being giddily affectionate and coldly distant. He stopped communicating, either because his words got awkwardly tangled or because at that moment, he hated everyone and everything. He ate and slept less than normal and was constantly fixated on his hair, adjusting this lock and that.
Both he and Arashi knew these things about Jun.
Which is why, when it came to Nino, it blindsided everyone.
There was no awkward looks, impulsive cuddling, or circles under his eyes. He actually ate two slices of birthday cake and of he was slightly bouncier than normal lately, there hadn't been a temper tantrum for months. Everything was perfectly normal, if simply... nicer.
Because it wasn't a crush.
It was love.
. . .
come on, baby, get in
The lights from the TV bounced off the walls and Ohno breathed a sigh of relief as he caught the outline of Manager, his head lolling to the side, out cold.
Silent, he waved Jun along. Freezing with fear when Aiba tripped over his own two feet and crashed into Jun's back.
The three exchanged fearful looks and made a mad rush for the lobby.
Exhilarated, they burst from the remote Bed & Breakfast and inhaled the sweet air of freedom, blood roaring in their ears.
The get away car was waiting, Nino curled over the steering wheel in his plaid pajamas, lips curling mischievously.
Sho laughed gleefully and opened the van door from inside and they all piled on top of him. Nino's foot was on the gas, peeling away before they were anything more than a tangle of limbs in the back seat.
Ohno wriggled his way to the passenger seat, laughing and happy. Someone slapped his ass, Jun, he thought.
Music blared from the stereo and Sho beat out the rhythm on Aiba's head. Jun sat spine straight, watching them all with glittering, happy eyes, free from cameras and work and responsibility.
Ohno met Nino's gaze and they shared a grin. And so much more than a grin.
He pounced on the other boy, hands and lips and laughter and kisses, leaving Nino squirming and high on a combination of love and danger and adrenaline.
And freedom.
. . .
punish me with kisses, mercy, have mercy
Three boys, small and lost, trapped in the bodies of men. Isolated and surrounded all at once. The blanket of Arashi no longer the snug shelter against the storm.
There is anger and hurt, desperation and fury that buffets their confusion, dulling it until they feel nothing but the desolation of their lives falling apart.
Nino is on his knees, begging, his words wet with tears, his quiet devestation louder than any scream or shout. Ohno stands above him, feet rooted to the ground, because where can he go? He's not Ohno Satoshi without Arashi. But he can't be Arashi anymore.
Too far now to go back. Too far now to stay.
There's no forgiveness for this hurt. It has scarred the ten years of memories and bled the future of any hope.
"Please. Punish me." Nino chokes on the words, the full impact of his transgression weakening his voice.
Ohno stares at the top of his head.
It’s a punishment, he thinks, when he walks away, pain rippling through him with every step. But it’s not just Nino’s.
It belongs to them all.
. . .
until stay strong remain
Aiba is never really alone, in the strictest definition of the word. He draws people to him like moths to the flame. He makes friends wherever he goes, whether he's trying to or not. It's a blessing, because Aiba knows he's not the sort who can handle being alone much.
There aren't many things worse in his mind than loneliness.
As often as he's teased for being stupid, Aiba knows one thing well and he always has. Right from the start he’s known Arashi. The ebb and flow of a partnership going five ways is a complicated thing, a living creature that had to be loved and nurtured.
Even a year after they've broken up -- he still hates to use those words -- he knows them. He knows Nino is struggling, working harder than he ever has because he's alone. He knows Sho puts on a brave face in front of the cameras every evening, because he knows what Sho's brave face looks like. He knows Ohno forgets to sleep and sometimes eat, because without the rest of them there to remind him, he sort of just forgets the basic steps of life. He knows Jun doesn't smile enough, because Aiba and Sho and Ohno and Nino aren't there to make him.
And he knows Aiba's lonely. Because without Arashi, no matter who's around, he's alone.
He bears it, because he promised that he would. They all made promises. No matter how hard it got, they would do their best on their own. Because it would make Arashi stronger.
One day, the time would come when they could be Arashi again. Until then, every night, Aiba wishes for that day to come.
. . .
and the third one between
The bed stretches out in front of him, crisp, cool sheets what should have been inviting and a subtle mound beneath them, chest rising and falling with sleeping breaths.
Sano couldn't imagine another night spent in that bed, limbs entwined but hearts miles apart. Too many strained kisses and hollow smiles had pulled them steadily apart.
He forced himself to list the reasons as he pulled a track bag from the closet. Quiet, but not silent, half wanting her to wake and ask what he was doing, where he was going. Wanting her to care.
They were too similar. Too different. Her cooking was lousy and his hours sucked. She stopped saying she loved him and he starting thinking of it as just sex.
The mental tally went on and on and on and she never woke.
As he closed the door behind him, his traitorous mind spiraled down to the truth of the matter. The truth of their matter.
One word. One name. One betrayal.
"Nakatsu."
. . .
something here is dying
Domyouji Tsukasa smiled coldly, his cheeks felt hard as granite, his eyes glittered like obsidian. He could feel his organs slowly turn to stone, freezing and heavy in his body.
And still he smiled on as the life and the very humanity he’d tried so hard to scrape together drained from his body. Head to neck to chest to stomach, down his legs and the soles of his feet, into the hard, unfeeling floor.
All of New York felt the same now. Looked the same, sharp and hard and dangerous. Like him. He couldn't tell anymore whether he was becoming like the city, or the city as simply in accord with the man he'd always been.
Sharp. Cold. Edged in silver like the sharpest blade.
He struggled to retain some sense of himself and never let it show. He sought the man he wanted to be, the man he should be, the man he was with Makino and felt his torment like a wild thing inside him, flailing and vicious, ripping and tearing apart everything left that was good inside him.
He doesn't think about her or F4, fearful to wake the beast when he'd just finally managed to rein the demon under control.
When he imagines he sees her, on the street in New York where she can't possibly be, there's a spark of warmth. A burning coal in his chest that doesn't belong in the dark and sorrow of this cold, icy body.
The beast is awake.
. . .
Title: In the Music
Author: Rinny
Fandoms: Arashi, HanaKimi, Hana Yori Dango
Pairings: Jun/Arashi, Gen, Ohno/Nino, Aiba, Sano/Mizuki/Nakatsu, Domyouji
Rating: PG
Word Counts: 360, 240, 184, 283, 167, 249
Disclaimer: Yeah, pretty sure owning of people is still illegal worldwide. Unless you're Johnny.
Notes: Variety of drabbles. Please enjoy.
just can't stop
MatsuJun is widely known as the most romantic of Arashi's members. His is frequently voted "Most Passionate" by the others and is the only one who ever takes the "Ask Arashi" segments on Arashi No Shudukaikun seriously.
Through the course of Arashi's eight-plus years together, he's had a crush on all but one of his bandmates.
Ohno was the first, and the longest. His crush beginning early on after they formed. It was painfully obvious to everyone but Ohno himself. Now, whenever he sees the puppy eyes Chinen shoots the older boy, he's reminded of the awkward, uncomfortable memories of that time.
Falling for Aiba was sweet and thrilling. He confessed and Aiba responded with exuberant kisses. They had a wild, impulsive fling. When it fizzled, they parted amicably and closer than ever.
After, Aiba proclaimed that all of Arashi should sleep together as a bonding activity.
His crush on Sho lasted for a year. They were arguably the most alike, devoting their time to their respective careers and Arashi. While the others seemed to ride the wave of Arashi's success, taking on individual work where and when they wanted to, seemingly at whim, he and Sho had goals. He respected Sho more than anyone else in Arashi. It seemed natural when those feelings developed into attraction.
Jun in the throes of a crush wasn't an easy thing. Neither for himself or the people around him. He was moodier than normal, fluctuating between being giddily affectionate and coldly distant. He stopped communicating, either because his words got awkwardly tangled or because at that moment, he hated everyone and everything. He ate and slept less than normal and was constantly fixated on his hair, adjusting this lock and that.
Both he and Arashi knew these things about Jun.
Which is why, when it came to Nino, it blindsided everyone.
There was no awkward looks, impulsive cuddling, or circles under his eyes. He actually ate two slices of birthday cake and of he was slightly bouncier than normal lately, there hadn't been a temper tantrum for months. Everything was perfectly normal, if simply... nicer.
Because it wasn't a crush.
It was love.
. . .
come on, baby, get in
The lights from the TV bounced off the walls and Ohno breathed a sigh of relief as he caught the outline of Manager, his head lolling to the side, out cold.
Silent, he waved Jun along. Freezing with fear when Aiba tripped over his own two feet and crashed into Jun's back.
The three exchanged fearful looks and made a mad rush for the lobby.
Exhilarated, they burst from the remote Bed & Breakfast and inhaled the sweet air of freedom, blood roaring in their ears.
The get away car was waiting, Nino curled over the steering wheel in his plaid pajamas, lips curling mischievously.
Sho laughed gleefully and opened the van door from inside and they all piled on top of him. Nino's foot was on the gas, peeling away before they were anything more than a tangle of limbs in the back seat.
Ohno wriggled his way to the passenger seat, laughing and happy. Someone slapped his ass, Jun, he thought.
Music blared from the stereo and Sho beat out the rhythm on Aiba's head. Jun sat spine straight, watching them all with glittering, happy eyes, free from cameras and work and responsibility.
Ohno met Nino's gaze and they shared a grin. And so much more than a grin.
He pounced on the other boy, hands and lips and laughter and kisses, leaving Nino squirming and high on a combination of love and danger and adrenaline.
And freedom.
. . .
punish me with kisses, mercy, have mercy
Three boys, small and lost, trapped in the bodies of men. Isolated and surrounded all at once. The blanket of Arashi no longer the snug shelter against the storm.
There is anger and hurt, desperation and fury that buffets their confusion, dulling it until they feel nothing but the desolation of their lives falling apart.
Nino is on his knees, begging, his words wet with tears, his quiet devestation louder than any scream or shout. Ohno stands above him, feet rooted to the ground, because where can he go? He's not Ohno Satoshi without Arashi. But he can't be Arashi anymore.
Too far now to go back. Too far now to stay.
There's no forgiveness for this hurt. It has scarred the ten years of memories and bled the future of any hope.
"Please. Punish me." Nino chokes on the words, the full impact of his transgression weakening his voice.
Ohno stares at the top of his head.
It’s a punishment, he thinks, when he walks away, pain rippling through him with every step. But it’s not just Nino’s.
It belongs to them all.
. . .
until stay strong remain
Aiba is never really alone, in the strictest definition of the word. He draws people to him like moths to the flame. He makes friends wherever he goes, whether he's trying to or not. It's a blessing, because Aiba knows he's not the sort who can handle being alone much.
There aren't many things worse in his mind than loneliness.
As often as he's teased for being stupid, Aiba knows one thing well and he always has. Right from the start he’s known Arashi. The ebb and flow of a partnership going five ways is a complicated thing, a living creature that had to be loved and nurtured.
Even a year after they've broken up -- he still hates to use those words -- he knows them. He knows Nino is struggling, working harder than he ever has because he's alone. He knows Sho puts on a brave face in front of the cameras every evening, because he knows what Sho's brave face looks like. He knows Ohno forgets to sleep and sometimes eat, because without the rest of them there to remind him, he sort of just forgets the basic steps of life. He knows Jun doesn't smile enough, because Aiba and Sho and Ohno and Nino aren't there to make him.
And he knows Aiba's lonely. Because without Arashi, no matter who's around, he's alone.
He bears it, because he promised that he would. They all made promises. No matter how hard it got, they would do their best on their own. Because it would make Arashi stronger.
One day, the time would come when they could be Arashi again. Until then, every night, Aiba wishes for that day to come.
. . .
and the third one between
The bed stretches out in front of him, crisp, cool sheets what should have been inviting and a subtle mound beneath them, chest rising and falling with sleeping breaths.
Sano couldn't imagine another night spent in that bed, limbs entwined but hearts miles apart. Too many strained kisses and hollow smiles had pulled them steadily apart.
He forced himself to list the reasons as he pulled a track bag from the closet. Quiet, but not silent, half wanting her to wake and ask what he was doing, where he was going. Wanting her to care.
They were too similar. Too different. Her cooking was lousy and his hours sucked. She stopped saying she loved him and he starting thinking of it as just sex.
The mental tally went on and on and on and she never woke.
As he closed the door behind him, his traitorous mind spiraled down to the truth of the matter. The truth of their matter.
One word. One name. One betrayal.
"Nakatsu."
. . .
something here is dying
Domyouji Tsukasa smiled coldly, his cheeks felt hard as granite, his eyes glittered like obsidian. He could feel his organs slowly turn to stone, freezing and heavy in his body.
And still he smiled on as the life and the very humanity he’d tried so hard to scrape together drained from his body. Head to neck to chest to stomach, down his legs and the soles of his feet, into the hard, unfeeling floor.
All of New York felt the same now. Looked the same, sharp and hard and dangerous. Like him. He couldn't tell anymore whether he was becoming like the city, or the city as simply in accord with the man he'd always been.
Sharp. Cold. Edged in silver like the sharpest blade.
He struggled to retain some sense of himself and never let it show. He sought the man he wanted to be, the man he should be, the man he was with Makino and felt his torment like a wild thing inside him, flailing and vicious, ripping and tearing apart everything left that was good inside him.
He doesn't think about her or F4, fearful to wake the beast when he'd just finally managed to rein the demon under control.
When he imagines he sees her, on the street in New York where she can't possibly be, there's a spark of warmth. A burning coal in his chest that doesn't belong in the dark and sorrow of this cold, icy body.
The beast is awake.
. . .