Wonderwall (written for chibipinkpetals)
Title: Wonderwall
Pairing/Group: Sakuraiba
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Each member of Arashi ponders on what super power they would want to have.
Note: I hope you like this! I tried to fit in all the genre things you wanted, though sort of vaguely… :)
“If you could have one super power, what would it be?”
Sho looks at Masaki; the sudden question he’s never imagined any coherent answer to, startles him. But he supposes he’s used to it. He puts the book he’s been trying hard to concentrate on face down on his legs. He thinks about it hard. Masaki doesn’t ask questions fleetingly. He knows he has to give him a well thought out, genuine answer.
Earnestness is a quality he’s learned from Masaki, a quality he loves. He wants to return it whenever he has the chance.
But nothing comes to mind, and the last superhero movie he’s seen has been more than a few years ago. So he says, “I’m not sure. I can’t think of one right now. What would yours be?”
Masaki draws a slight smile, “I can read people’s mind.”
Sho is once again amused. It’s not - ‘I want to be able to read people’s minds’ - but - ‘I can read people’s minds.’
“Oh? What am I thinking now?”
“You’re thinking… that I’m amazing, and that there is no possible way that I can.”
Sho tries to refute but the door opens to the dressing room. Leader enters, yawning, looking a little more tired than his usual. But he says good morning before heading to the water-heater to make a cup of tea for himself. Masaki says as if uninterrupted, “And even though you don’t believe it, you will be polite and say you believe it, because Sho chan is just like that, all the time.”
“I am not.”
“And you won’t ever - ever - say what’s really on your mind, what you really want-“
“Stop. It’s not true.”
“It’s true,” Leader chimes in. “You speak up about work, but only after you think about it and conclude on the one path you think will work for the best.”
“See, Leader knows, too.”
“Am not,” Sho sulks.
“Sometimes,” Masaki says, “Sometimes, Sho chan, you are allowed to let go and reach out and grab what you truly want.”
For the rest of the afternoon, this is the only thing on Sho’s mind. Masaki looks at him as though he can really read his mind.
Sho asks Jun. Jun answers rather quickly, “I would have the ability to duplicate my body. I can get more things done. Maybe go on a vacation while my double is working.”
Sho asks Nino. Nino pouts his mouth in thought. He answers, “I want to slow down or fast forward time. Like, when I’m working, fast forward; I’m there, doing work, but it would go by fast. But things like - our Lives, Concerts, I want it to slow down - so it would last longer.” Nino sips his tea. “If only.”
Sho asks Leader. Leader smiles. “I wish I can walk on water. And I want to fish without a boat. I get tired from trying to balance myself on boats, not the fishing. Or - or… Like be able to learn languages or understand it and make the other people understand Japanese, and then I can travel and stuff….”
Sho spends the night restless. It honestly is a pointless question with a pointless answer that doesn’t come. But he can’t sleep, thinking too much about why he can’t think of one thing he wants.
A cup of hot coffee lands in front of his face he’d been hiding behind the script he’d been studying. It smells sweet, no crème, just sugar. He’d been thinking of making himself a cup. The fingertips that wrap around the not-so-hot edge of the wax paper cup are Masaki’s. Sho thanks him. Masaki smiles at him.
Sho stares at his palm, then at the guest, then his palm again. The week’s guest talks enthusiastically about palm reading. He’s interested, though Sho believes himself to be rational; not heeding to the mystical cultures the world has to offer. Like tarot or horoscopes, the things that brag about predicting the future - he doesn’t believe any of them. Even though he participates, giving his palm to the guest, making reactions; he doesn’t believe it.
He wonders why Masaki’s words have shaken him that day. He hadn’t thought to rationalize. He’d just agreed, hadn’t believed for a second, but he hadn’t disbelieved him either.
Maybe that’s Masaki’s power, too. He can put ideas into other people’s minds, ideas that would never have been there before. Like a small seed, he can plant them into other people’s minds, and make them grow; grow until the ideas become theirs. So he’s never thought about superpowers. More importantly, he’s never thought about the thing he had truly wanted.
Well, what does he want? He has this. He has the job he’s wanted; a job that millions of others want. He has his band mates, who have become his true good friends, the only people in the world who can share this with. This and everything else this comes with. Other than this, what does he want? He hadn’t spared a second to think about it.
The audience is laughing at something the guest has said, and Sho has missed it entirely. He puts a smile on his face; one that has become his stagnant thing that has come with this. Sho momentarily thinks, maybe, he wants to smile genuinely for the first time in a long time rather than this standard smile for the cameras, for the people who watch him.
Sho wakes himself from the thoughts, and finds that he’d been staring blankly at Masaki.
And Masaki has been looking into his eyes, too. The tapes of them, of course, are unusable for the final edit.
“Let’s go eat some barbecue. My treat,” Masaki tells him. Sho is taken back because he’d been thinking about barbecue since before lunch. Jun decides to join them. Leader and Nino have work to go to. They end up at a quiet restaurant.
The meat is so good Sho forgets to speak. The wine is also delicious and he loses count of how many glasses he’s downed. At the end of the night he vaguely remembers Jun hailing a cab for him, Masaki jumping in the cab with him. He wakes up in front of his apartment building, his head on Masaki’s shoulder.
Sho slurs out, “I wish I knew what I want. I have everything I want though… right now.”
Masaki answers into his hair, “You don’t have to know. I know. I know it for you.”
He wakes up the next morning with a queasy hangover, to a glass of tepid water and aspirin on a napkin on his nightstand.
Sho asks Jun. He answers, “Well, right now, I really want a cup of cappuccino from that café I went to in Osaka.” Jun pauses, takes a sip from the paper cup in his hand. Sho can almost see Jun blench from the drink though he doesn’t show it. “I want the concert to be a success, and I wish we had a little more time to practice together.”
Sho asks Nino. Nino answers, “I wish everything that I do isn’t a typecast. I don’t just do magic tricks and play video games. I like reading books, too, and I like watching movies, hang out with friends. I spend money when I want to. I wish people could see the other sides of me, too, and I won’t be judged by it.” Sho tells him that he sees them. And he loves those sides of Nino.
Sho asks Leader. Leader tilts his head in thought. “I want to see Sho chan smile.”
“You’ve got a cut,” Sho notices. “Here.”
He touches Masaki’s arm. Masaki looks at it. “It’s nothing.”
“Let me-“ Sho digs into his bag for the small first-aid kit, removes a band-aid and antibacterial cream. When the deed is done his fingertip remains over the band-aid. Presses in a little and gauges Masaki’s reaction.
“Thank you.”
He presses a little harder.
Masaki is looking into his eyes. No reaction.
“The thing that I want-isn’t… something I can’t have-that I know I can’t ever have.” Sho blurts out. “I am trying to reach out - to grab it - but I don’t have the courage to… because it’s not allowed-“
Masaki’s fingertip is over his, pressing in. The white gauze part of the band aide is turning pink, soaking up the blood.
“Yet I know already what you really want.”
“If I had a superpower, it would be-the power to heal. I could heal this, I could heal all the pains.”
Masaki’s fingertip trace up to his knuckle. And the next. And the next.
“Look-You already did.”
Masaki’s finger is hot on his skin, following the line of his bone. To the ball of the bone at his wrist. The line of his arm. The inside of his elbow. All achingly slow. Too warm. Too sensitive.
Then Masaki says the thing that only makes too much sense for him. It really shouldn’t but it does.
“I’m in love with you, too.”
Sho smiles, watching Masaki’s eyes, the twinkling lights held in them, the wide smile he has.
“What am I thinking now?” Sho asks, playful, pressing the small covered wound.
“You’re thinking that mind reading should be illegal. And how to ask me to kiss you now.”
Instead, Sho lays his hand over Masaki’s.
.end.
Pairing/Group: Sakuraiba
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Each member of Arashi ponders on what super power they would want to have.
Note: I hope you like this! I tried to fit in all the genre things you wanted, though sort of vaguely… :)
“If you could have one super power, what would it be?”
Sho looks at Masaki; the sudden question he’s never imagined any coherent answer to, startles him. But he supposes he’s used to it. He puts the book he’s been trying hard to concentrate on face down on his legs. He thinks about it hard. Masaki doesn’t ask questions fleetingly. He knows he has to give him a well thought out, genuine answer.
Earnestness is a quality he’s learned from Masaki, a quality he loves. He wants to return it whenever he has the chance.
But nothing comes to mind, and the last superhero movie he’s seen has been more than a few years ago. So he says, “I’m not sure. I can’t think of one right now. What would yours be?”
Masaki draws a slight smile, “I can read people’s mind.”
Sho is once again amused. It’s not - ‘I want to be able to read people’s minds’ - but - ‘I can read people’s minds.’
“Oh? What am I thinking now?”
“You’re thinking… that I’m amazing, and that there is no possible way that I can.”
Sho tries to refute but the door opens to the dressing room. Leader enters, yawning, looking a little more tired than his usual. But he says good morning before heading to the water-heater to make a cup of tea for himself. Masaki says as if uninterrupted, “And even though you don’t believe it, you will be polite and say you believe it, because Sho chan is just like that, all the time.”
“I am not.”
“And you won’t ever - ever - say what’s really on your mind, what you really want-“
“Stop. It’s not true.”
“It’s true,” Leader chimes in. “You speak up about work, but only after you think about it and conclude on the one path you think will work for the best.”
“See, Leader knows, too.”
“Am not,” Sho sulks.
“Sometimes,” Masaki says, “Sometimes, Sho chan, you are allowed to let go and reach out and grab what you truly want.”
For the rest of the afternoon, this is the only thing on Sho’s mind. Masaki looks at him as though he can really read his mind.
Sho asks Jun. Jun answers rather quickly, “I would have the ability to duplicate my body. I can get more things done. Maybe go on a vacation while my double is working.”
Sho asks Nino. Nino pouts his mouth in thought. He answers, “I want to slow down or fast forward time. Like, when I’m working, fast forward; I’m there, doing work, but it would go by fast. But things like - our Lives, Concerts, I want it to slow down - so it would last longer.” Nino sips his tea. “If only.”
Sho asks Leader. Leader smiles. “I wish I can walk on water. And I want to fish without a boat. I get tired from trying to balance myself on boats, not the fishing. Or - or… Like be able to learn languages or understand it and make the other people understand Japanese, and then I can travel and stuff….”
Sho spends the night restless. It honestly is a pointless question with a pointless answer that doesn’t come. But he can’t sleep, thinking too much about why he can’t think of one thing he wants.
A cup of hot coffee lands in front of his face he’d been hiding behind the script he’d been studying. It smells sweet, no crème, just sugar. He’d been thinking of making himself a cup. The fingertips that wrap around the not-so-hot edge of the wax paper cup are Masaki’s. Sho thanks him. Masaki smiles at him.
Sho stares at his palm, then at the guest, then his palm again. The week’s guest talks enthusiastically about palm reading. He’s interested, though Sho believes himself to be rational; not heeding to the mystical cultures the world has to offer. Like tarot or horoscopes, the things that brag about predicting the future - he doesn’t believe any of them. Even though he participates, giving his palm to the guest, making reactions; he doesn’t believe it.
He wonders why Masaki’s words have shaken him that day. He hadn’t thought to rationalize. He’d just agreed, hadn’t believed for a second, but he hadn’t disbelieved him either.
Maybe that’s Masaki’s power, too. He can put ideas into other people’s minds, ideas that would never have been there before. Like a small seed, he can plant them into other people’s minds, and make them grow; grow until the ideas become theirs. So he’s never thought about superpowers. More importantly, he’s never thought about the thing he had truly wanted.
Well, what does he want? He has this. He has the job he’s wanted; a job that millions of others want. He has his band mates, who have become his true good friends, the only people in the world who can share this with. This and everything else this comes with. Other than this, what does he want? He hadn’t spared a second to think about it.
The audience is laughing at something the guest has said, and Sho has missed it entirely. He puts a smile on his face; one that has become his stagnant thing that has come with this. Sho momentarily thinks, maybe, he wants to smile genuinely for the first time in a long time rather than this standard smile for the cameras, for the people who watch him.
Sho wakes himself from the thoughts, and finds that he’d been staring blankly at Masaki.
And Masaki has been looking into his eyes, too. The tapes of them, of course, are unusable for the final edit.
“Let’s go eat some barbecue. My treat,” Masaki tells him. Sho is taken back because he’d been thinking about barbecue since before lunch. Jun decides to join them. Leader and Nino have work to go to. They end up at a quiet restaurant.
The meat is so good Sho forgets to speak. The wine is also delicious and he loses count of how many glasses he’s downed. At the end of the night he vaguely remembers Jun hailing a cab for him, Masaki jumping in the cab with him. He wakes up in front of his apartment building, his head on Masaki’s shoulder.
Sho slurs out, “I wish I knew what I want. I have everything I want though… right now.”
Masaki answers into his hair, “You don’t have to know. I know. I know it for you.”
He wakes up the next morning with a queasy hangover, to a glass of tepid water and aspirin on a napkin on his nightstand.
Sho asks Jun. He answers, “Well, right now, I really want a cup of cappuccino from that café I went to in Osaka.” Jun pauses, takes a sip from the paper cup in his hand. Sho can almost see Jun blench from the drink though he doesn’t show it. “I want the concert to be a success, and I wish we had a little more time to practice together.”
Sho asks Nino. Nino answers, “I wish everything that I do isn’t a typecast. I don’t just do magic tricks and play video games. I like reading books, too, and I like watching movies, hang out with friends. I spend money when I want to. I wish people could see the other sides of me, too, and I won’t be judged by it.” Sho tells him that he sees them. And he loves those sides of Nino.
Sho asks Leader. Leader tilts his head in thought. “I want to see Sho chan smile.”
“You’ve got a cut,” Sho notices. “Here.”
He touches Masaki’s arm. Masaki looks at it. “It’s nothing.”
“Let me-“ Sho digs into his bag for the small first-aid kit, removes a band-aid and antibacterial cream. When the deed is done his fingertip remains over the band-aid. Presses in a little and gauges Masaki’s reaction.
“Thank you.”
He presses a little harder.
Masaki is looking into his eyes. No reaction.
“The thing that I want-isn’t… something I can’t have-that I know I can’t ever have.” Sho blurts out. “I am trying to reach out - to grab it - but I don’t have the courage to… because it’s not allowed-“
Masaki’s fingertip is over his, pressing in. The white gauze part of the band aide is turning pink, soaking up the blood.
“Yet I know already what you really want.”
“If I had a superpower, it would be-the power to heal. I could heal this, I could heal all the pains.”
Masaki’s fingertip trace up to his knuckle. And the next. And the next.
“Look-You already did.”
Masaki’s finger is hot on his skin, following the line of his bone. To the ball of the bone at his wrist. The line of his arm. The inside of his elbow. All achingly slow. Too warm. Too sensitive.
Then Masaki says the thing that only makes too much sense for him. It really shouldn’t but it does.
“I’m in love with you, too.”
Sho smiles, watching Masaki’s eyes, the twinkling lights held in them, the wide smile he has.
“What am I thinking now?” Sho asks, playful, pressing the small covered wound.
“You’re thinking that mind reading should be illegal. And how to ask me to kiss you now.”
Instead, Sho lays his hand over Masaki’s.
.end.