[Fanfiction/ Multi-chapters]: When You Wish Upon A Star - Chapter 11
Title: When You Wish Upon A Star - Chapter 11
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Genre: Comedy, romance
Pairing: Sakuraiba (main), Ohmiya, Sakumoto (one-sided?), JunMa (one-sided?)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Just imagine: Aiba reading a newspaper and understanding it! Ohno acting like a brat, Sho becoming a princess, Nino cheerful and bouncing every where and Jun spacing out and dreaming of fishing?
Disclamer: I own nothing! Only the plot and even that.... *sighs*
Previous Chapter: Chapter 10
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WYWUAS - Chapter 11
“Ogu-san, let’s get to our first homework!”
“The guest’s assignment to our viewers: ‘Research and submit rare and extremely hot meals!’”
Everything was almost perfect. Aiba giggled and gave the guest a cute nickname, Jun smiled every now and then, and talked at the right time; Sho hosted the show with Ogura-san without any problems; Ohno didn’t talk, and offered the audience some Ohmiya moments, with the help of a particularly active magician. The audience laughed hard; more importantly, no one from the staff, the audience, or the guests, found something strange in the five-man group.
To put it bluntly, they played each other’s roles perfectly.
But, who would have thought that their favorite corner would put them in danger? In the beginning, everything worked perfectly. Ohno always said that the food was ‘good,’ Sho hugged his leader every time the food was ‘good,’ Jun was as cool as ever, Aiba made some stupid remarks and of course, Nino, who was near him, smacked him at the right moment.
It was just the normal food corner as always… But, when the last meal came…
“First, I would like to ask Maki-chan: What’s the spiciest thing in the world?” Asked Aiba cheerfully, jumping from one foot to the other behind the rolling table he had just brought.
“It’s…Habanero, right?” the actress answered confidently.
“Wrong!” exclaimed the tall idol, giggling. “So, what’s the first?” He then asked, playfully.
Horikita Maki thought for a minute. Even though she liked spicy meals, she wasn’t interested in spices, or their ranking. She only shrugged cutely and waited for the answer. Aiba nodded and looked at his notes again.
“It’s called Bhut Jolokia! It’s cultivated in the north of India. We can measure the spiciness with ‘Scoville scale’. While Habanero is ranked fourth with 350,000-580,000 Scoville Heat Units, Bhut Jolokia is first with 855,000-1,050,000 Scoville Heat Units!!”
The audience, the guest, Ogura-san and the rest of Arashi made a sound mixed with admiration and fear. Fear, because if Aiba was talking about that, it could only mean one thing:
“OPEN! Our last meal today is called ‘The Soup from Hell’! It’s a soup with a combination of Habanero and Bhut Jolokia.”
“This can’t be real!” Ogura-san laughed, praying that Arashi won’t force him to try this soup.
“Who would want that sort of soup?!” asked Nino, smelling the soup and moving back with a disgusted look.
“Our dear guest?” asked Aiba, smiling. Horikita Maki nodded and took a spoon in her hand. Slowly, she took a spoonful of soup and drank it in one gulp. The coughs that ensued made the audience laugh hard.
He then turned towards Sho who hadn’t spoken until now. Aiba’s smile was bigger, and seemed a bit mischievous-now was his chance! After all that Sho had done to him, Aiba could take his revenge.
“Sho-chan~ will try, right?”
The rapper looked at the taller idol, confused. He smiled clumsily, nodded, and hesitantly took the spoon in his hand. As he brought the hot liquid near his lips; the set was silent, everyone was waiting for his reaction. Sho took a sip of the soup and…
“SPICYYYYYYYYY!!” The poor idol was running left and right with his hands on his mouth; the camera clearly zooming in on the tears that appeared at the corner of his eyes, tears that the newscaster tried to wipe away. But, when he covered his mouth with his hands, some of the soup got on it. The spiciness and his eyes didn’t get on very well.
“God! It hurts! OH GOD IT HURTS!!! WATER. TISSUE. ANYTHIIINNGGGG!!!”
The room was filled with laughter and Sho’s screams. After drinking three glasses of milk and wiping his eyes with a wet towel, the idol calmed down a bit, breathing hard and wiping the sweat beads from his forehead.
“I think it’s the best reaction Sho-kun has given us in a while!” said Ogura-san, laughing softly. The old host turned his gaze towards the leader of the group, “Ohno-kun will like it, as always!”
“Eh?!” said one clueless Ohno, looking at the soup on the table, then at Ogura-san, his band mates, and finally the soup again.
It took all his might to swallow the liquid, the hot soup burning his throat, Ohno could feel the soup going slowly into his stomach.
“Delic…” Unfortunately, even the best of actors can’t take it any longer. The older one coughed hard; he was doubled in pain, his fingers clenching around Sho’s wrist.
“So it’s too hot for Ridaa as well?” concluded Ogura-san, patting Ohno’s back in a friendly way.
Against all expectations, Jun grabbed a spoon and slurped the soup without a word.
“Delicious!” He said quickly, and coughed softly, “A bit too spicy though.”
While the audience was in awe, Ogura-san looked at Jun in a strange way, but said nothing while Ohno passed a hand over his face.
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“Except for the food corner, we did well today, right?” said Aiba playfully as he entered Arashi’s green room.
“Don’t cry if you can’t sing anymore from now on…” said Sho with a hand around his throat, coughing from time to time, and wincing.
“And Aibaland was great today!!” said Nino cheerfully as he threw himself into the soft couch.
“Excuse-me?!” exclaimed Ohno, bending over Nino. “What’s great in singing ‘I’ve always loved you, Please go out with me!’ to MatsuJun in an opera style?!”
“Well technically you were singing this to Ridaa.” Aiba replied, getting changed.
“Does that mean Ridaa confessed to himself?” asked Nino, propped on his elbows.
“How narcissistic,” smirked Sho.
“Anyway, it was fun. Now excuse-me, but I have to go.” said Aiba, pecking Nino’s lips in a hurry.
“You’re already leaving?” asked the magician.
“Yeah…I…have an appointment and…”
“Aiba-san?” An AD knocked at the opened door. “Your manager left a message during the recording. It seems that you’re urgently needed on the ‘Shimura Doubutsuen’ set.”
“What? Now? But I can’t!”
“Is your appointment more important than the show, Aiba-san?” asked Nino in a serious and low tone. The smallest idol remembered who the appointment was with: Chisatou-san. But he also knew that Aiba knew how important ‘Shimura Doubutsuen’ was to Nino. Now, which would Aiba choose?
Chisatou-san or Nino?
“Aiba-san?” glared Nino, slowly crossing his arms upon his chest.
Nino or Chisatou-san?
“…Yes.” Wrong answer!
Seeing how Nino rose from the couch, Sho came between the two idols.
“Well, well, well…” He said calmly, “Maybe Sakurai Sho could help you” he said, wrapping an arm around Aiba’s shoulders.
The tallest one stared at the smaller one, worriedly; Sho’s smile was anything but auspicious. Aiba pulled the rapper aside to a corner of the room.
“What are you trying to insinuate?” whispered the tallest idol.
“Your mom told me about that Chisatou-san, I know everything and I will help you.” said Sho, winking and patting Aiba’s left shoulder.
“Yo-you know everything?! Please don’t tell Masaki anything!” Aiba begged in a low voice, his hand gripping Sho’s wrist hard.
“Okay, you can replace me, but don’t make a choice. Just talk to her politely and tell her that you’re still thinking about it. Our future depends on this meeting, MatsuJun. Please, above all, don’t screw it up!” he added with an intense glint in his eyes.
“Don’t worry; I know how important it is for both of you.” Sho concluded before pushing Aiba through the open door.
Now that Aiba was gone, Nino rushed towards Sho.
“What did he tell you? It’s that woman, right? That Chisatou-san, isn’t it? I can’t believe he’s running after her in front of me!” the smallest idol flared up, running from left to right and flailing.
“Calm down, calm down, Aiba-chan,” said Sho, holding Nino by the shoulders. “I will take care of this, okay? Don’t worry, but keep in mind that Sho-san did it for both of you.” He reassured the magician; it was the first time he saw his friend in this state since he had known him.
“Now, if you would excuse me…” he said, isolating himself in a corner and pulling out his phone from his pocket.
“Chisatou-san? Hello, Sakurai Sho speaking. Aiba-san can’t make it and asked me to replace him. Yeah…where? Okay. I’m on my way, see you…” He hung up, smiling.
“What are you plotting?” asked Ohno, standing in front of him, his arms crossed upon his chest, smiling the same way the rapper did; he knew Sho was up to something.
“You’ll see,” he simply answered and grabbed his vest, the smile on his face never disappearing.
“If I were him, I wouldn’t put my nose in other’s affairs…” Jun mused without looking away from his fishing magazine.
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The following day, Aiba drove quickly to Jun’s apartment. With all those worries, they had forgotten about the most important one: the bodies-exchange. It hadn’t even been a week, yet all of them had played each other’s roles as if it were nothing… but they couldn’t stay in this state for the rest of their lives!
One problem at a time: First they had to get their own bodies back, then fix MatsuJun’s problem, and after that…well…his own.
The young man knocked at the door and Ohno was the one who opened it.
“Good morning, Ridaa” said Aiba as he came in and took off his vest.
“Wrong!” was the greeting from Ohno, “you don’t have to act when it’s just the five of us.”
When his brain registered the meaning of the words, Aiba sighed heavily. He was so engulfed in his thoughts that he had forgotten about their current situation-even if that situation was what preoccupied him.
Maybe Nino was right. The magician expressed his worries the day before; telling him anxiously, that maybe they all would forget who they really were. Well, it was hard to always remember who was who 24/7, so that wasn’t impossible.
Speaking of the worried man, Aiba could hear his voice coming from the kitchen. The smallest of the group had jumped at Sho’s neck, a huge smile on his face, and kissing the rapper’s cheeks frantically.
“He’s not really me, you know?” smiled Aiba, one of his shoulders resting against the fridge and his arms crossed upon his chest.
“Sho-chan~” hummed Nino, jumping from Sho’s arms into Aiba’s.
“I kind of like the new you… It’s good that you’re smaller than me,” said the tall idol, rocking his lover in his arms as he pecked the tender lips, “I’ve never seen Nino so cute…” he laughed, looking at Sho.
“He had been…with one or two bottles of liquor,” replied Sho when Ohno passed by his side, glaring at him.
“I’m not cute. I’m hot and handsome. Right, Oh-chan?” said the leader, throwing himself in the couch, next to Jun.
The latter turned and looked at Nino in Aiba’s arms. He nodded and sighed: “I miss your body, though…”
Here they were. The fluffy mood was replaced by a gloomy one. Even though they played their roles almost perfectly, they were becoming used to their new bodies and their new responsibilities. They had to admit that they missed their real bodies (and their lovers’) too.
“It would be great if we could get our bodies back before tomorrow. I’m still not sure I can do News Zero.” said Sho, looking at the soft blue sky through the window.
“I did some research…” said Aiba, leaving Nino’s embrace and walking towards the door, grabbing his bag.
“And?” asked Ohno.
“There’s some interesting stuff, but it will take us a while…” added the tall idol, taking out a huge pile of papers and throwing it on the coffee table.
They all sighed, and one by one they sat around the table, picking one of the articles. The group fell into silence and read conscientiously. Most of the stories were interesting but not very helpful. The story Ohno was reading was really funny though.
“Listen, listen! The guy explains that one night he wished so hard that his girlfriend would find him cute and the following morning he woke up in a chipmunk’s body! That man is crazy!”
“Well, it’s possible. I mean look at us…” said Aiba in a low tone.
“I do NOT look like a chipmunk! Perhaps a dog, as some people would say…” replied Ohno, crossing his arms upon his chest.
“You would make a cute shiba inu, or maybe a poodle?” added Jun, patting Ohno’s shoulders.
“Sho-san looked like one when he was younger though…” Sho thought out loud and earned what could be described as Aiba’s most murderous glare of the year.
“Anyway, we’re not…” Aiba tried to say, but Nino cut him short as he jumped from his seat and bounced with a hand raised.
“I want to be a tiger, or a pengui-oh no! I KNOW!! A BIRD!! I LOVE BIRD!! BIRD! BIRD! AIBIIIIIRD!!!”
“AS I TRIED TO SAY…” yelled Aiba, trying to get everyone’s attention back, “I wasn’t referring to our appearances, but our current problem.”
“But…I want to be a bird…” pouted Nino, sitting quietly on the couch. Aiba sighed deeply and glanced at Sho who nodded: “I will make some coffee.”
“How did the guy get back into his true body?” Jun asked softly.
“Hmm…He doesn’t really know. He just woke up in his own body three months later…”
“Thr-three months?!” repeated Sho from the kitchen.
Aiba waved his hand and shook his head softly, “Don’t worry. I read earlier that another man experienced this kind of thing and it only lasted for two days.”
“What was the problem?” asked Jun without really caring, the drawing he was making on the back of the paper was more important.
“I think he became an airline pilot, but then he discovered he was afraid of heights and that the air hostesses were already married…”
While Sho was busy preparing coffee, the rest of the group continued researching in complete silence. After a few minutes, Aiba left his seat and came into the kitchen, taking Sho by surprise.
“How did it go yesterday?” asked Aiba, putting a hand on Sho’s shoulders.
The latter started under the touch and spilled the hot liquid he just poured into a cup.
“Sorry…” said Aiba, taking a towel on the sink and bending over to wipe the floor.
“Ah! Not this one!” Sho almost yelped as he grabbed the towel from Aiba’s hands.
The rapper didn’t look at Aiba, his fingers fidgeting with the white and blue tissue. He folded it carefully and put it on the corner of the sink before taking some kitchen paper and wiping the coffee.
“Isn’t this from the set that Toma-kun and I bought you when you moved in?” asked Aiba, pointing at the towel.
“Maybe…” mumbled Sho, turning his back to Aiba and pouring the last cups of coffee.
Aiba smiled fondly and closed his eyes for a second.
“About yesterday…” started Sho, who had found his composure again, “it went very well.”
“Really?” asked Aiba, doubtful.
Sho nodded with a soft smile, “I went and told her that I wasn’t interested. I think she would never annoy you anymore. I wasn’t harsh though, but I didn’t let her talk at all. That’s why Aiba-chan was so happy this morning…”
Aiba listened carefully to what Sho was telling him; a hand cupping his chin, nodding slowly, before he stopped and looked at the newscaster in shock.
“Wh-what?! What do you mean by ‘she won’t annoy me anymore’? What did you say?” Aiba asked worriedly.
“Well…that you-I mean ‘I’ was already in love with someone else and that I didn’t want to see her ever again,” replied Sho as he remembered the conversation, “she was a bit surprised though, and a bit angry because she slapped me.”
Aiba didn’t notice that he was slightly shaking, nor he did notice Nino coming closer. What had Sho done? Everything was over before it had even started! The tall idol took his head in his hands, shaking it slowly as his wide eyes fixed on an invisible spot on the ground. He only came back to reality when he felt Nino’s hand on his shoulder.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” He shouted at the rapper who took a step back, surprised by Aiba’s tone.
Nino did the same, and the two others who were still in the living room turned their gazes to Aiba’s direction. The latter was running from left to right, his hands holding his head as if it was going to explode.
“No. No. No. No. No. Don’t tell me it’s real! JUN!” his high pitched voice hurt Sho’s ears as he shook him by the shoulders. Nino tried to pull them apart, but Aiba pushed him away.
“My phone!” asked Aiba in a serious and threatening tone.
Sho shoved him away and gave him a strange look.
“I said. MY. PHONE. NOW!” Aiba shouted again, his hand open and waiting for the said object.
“What’s wrong with you?! You got rid of that woman thanks to me!” said Sho, giving the mobile phone.
“And what if I didn’t want to get rid of her?! You didn’t ask me anything!” Aiba shouted back, flipping his phone open and looking for Chisatou’s name. As he passed by Nino’s side, he missed the hurt look the magician had.
“Why didn’t you say anything?!” argued Sho, pushing Nino towards Aiba. When the smallest one was jolted back into his consciousness he followed the other one who was headed to the bedroom.
“Sho, wait! Please, stop!” begged Nino running behind Aiba. When the latter entered the bedroom, Nino tried to do so, but his nose met the door.
Nino glanced at his band mates, his mouth slightly open and trembling. He didn’t know what to do. He suddenly turned his head when he heard the sound of the door being closed; Aiba had never shut himself up during a call, not even a private one.
Something was wrong.
Sho kicked the corner of the sink with his foot and cursed under his breath. Jun and Ohno remained silent and tried to look busy with the papers in front of them. Nino leaned against the door, thinking.
Aiba had said that he didn’t want to get rid of her. He had said it in front of him and didn’t seem to regret it. He had pushed him away too and rather violently at that. Nino wasn’t stupid. Aiba was angry because of Sho’s behavior. The last time they saw him so angry was when he was working on his Keio last exam; breaking all the stuff around him and yelling that he needed silence to work. Keio was important to Aiba back then.
Did that mean that Chisatou-san was important to him, too? More important than Nino? Did Aiba love her so much? The young idol knew that Aiba dreamed of a ‘normal relationship.’ Everyone said that he would be a good father, but, two men can’t have children, right? Every time they had an interview about love and their future lives, Nino saw how Aiba’s eyes brightened up as he explained how he saw his life as a father and as a husband. Nino couldn’t give him that, could he?
The door’s lock clicked again, and Nino moved back as he watched the door open slowly. Aiba came out, without a word and walked towards the front door, grabbing his vest as he passed by.
“Sho-chan, where are you going?” asked Nino in a soft voice, almost inaudible.
“Fixing Jun’s mess.” answered the tall idol without looking back. The door made a loud noise as it closed behind Aiba.
Nino clenched his fists hard against his waist. Sho walked towards him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. A hand the magician shoved away before heading to the front door as well.
“Where are you going?!” asked Jun, standing up suddenly.
“Following him.” came the answer in a low and serious tone as Nino passed through the front door.
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TBC
Next Chapter : Chapter 12
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Note: Aaaaah!! Things doesn't seem good, right? é_è
What's Sho/Aiba's secret?! >____<
Anyway...I don't have a lot of things to say today ^^" Except that I'm sorry for the wait (yeah...I apologize a lot, I know XD....sorry T_T)
Just 4 chapters more to go and you will know everything!! Yaaaaay 8D
See you...Saturday for 'Happy Happy Three Day Trip' ^^ (Did I say that I was scared writing it? XD)
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