magic arashi 2/?
Wow, it feels good to write Arashi again. I was feeling the urge to write coming up this past week until it finally broke out today. Best feeling ever. I think I'll check up on some old Arashian buddies and find some of the new fics before starting up again. I have a good idea on what's coming up next. =D
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Nino was still fingering the blue fish when Jun dropped a paper plate of cake in front of him.
Nino’s face lit up. Matsujun’s cakes were delicious! He snatched the fork out of Jun’s offered hand and dived into the dessert without hesitation.
Jun looked disgusted, “Nino, don’t inhale your food like that. It’s repulsive. And don’t chew with your mouth open!” he snapped when the wind mage mumbled something incomprehensible to him.
Nino swallowed and said, “Hey, don’t bitch at me. I haven’t had anything to eat since lunch yesterday.” A curry bread plopped down beside the plate of cake in front of Nino. “We know, Nino-chan. Which is why Jun-chan worked so hard on making you that cake. He didn’t want you to starve,” Aiba said brightly as he sat down at the table with his bag of bread. He offered Jun one as well, but as always the rain mage refused. Jun didn’t eat anything other than freshly cooked food, usually made by himself on the sly during cooking class. As long as no one noticed the missing ingredients, Jun could go through the entire year without starving like Nino when he spent all his money on games.
“Don’t call me that,” Jun grumbled, “My official mage name is MatsuJun.”
“You know no one’s really going to call you that, right?” Nino smirked over his cake, “No one uses mage names anymore these days, it’s too old-fashioned.” Jun sputtered in outrage.
Aiba hmmed, and said, “Well, what about Yamapi?”
Nino waved the idea away with his fork. “Yamapi’s different. He’s like the first fire mage in god knows how long.”
“Rain mages are pretty rare too,” Jun grumbled and Nino grinned, “Aww, is wittle Jun-kun jealous?”
With a red face, Jun shoved Nino’s head away with one hand. “Aren’t you guys embarrassed,” Jun demanded, “Yamashita’s our junior and he’s already got a team while we’re-!”
“Mah, mah, Jun-kun, you know the teams aren’t up to us to decide,” Aiba said gently. The older student stood up and patted Jun’s shoulders consolingly, and Jun just realized he had shot out of his seat in his excitement. He dropped back into his seat, trying valiantly to ignore the stares from the students at the tables around them.
“Though they should be,” Nino snarked, still eating his cake calmly after Jun’s sudden outburst. Jun felt like upending the plate on Nino’s head to make him react a bit more.
“He debuted early because the demand for a fire mage was too large. You know that, MatsuJun.”
“Yeah…,” Jun knew his mage name was used to appease him but he couldn’t help the small bit of satisfaction he felt anyways.
Nino licked his fork free of the last of the cake and finally pushed his empty plate away with a sigh. He began casually tearing open his curry bread packet as he said, “You know, speaking of debuting, you guys think we’re debuting together?”
Aiba blinked like he hadn’t thought of any other outcome. “Aren’t we?”
“Well, think about it,” Nino pointed a finger at Jun, “Rain mages are rare,” a finger at Aiba, “Lightning mages are rare,” then a finger at himself, “Wind mages are rarer, and thunder mages are pretty damn rare too. Hell, weather mages in general don’t come by the boatload.”
“As much of an ego boost this is, what’s your point?” Jun said, still irritable from the scene he made earlier. Things like that embarrassed Jun more than any of them. Sho worried more on his training, Aiba was too easy-going to get embarrassed and Nino just didn’t care about having a good image or not.
Nino set down his bread. “My point is, if weather mages are so damn rare, isn’t it more profitable to separate us rather than keep us together?”
Aiba gave him a wounded look. “Wah, Nino! What are you saying??”
Nino sighed. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before. Think about what happened to those two Kansai kids. They had to be split between the NEWS and Kanjani8 teams because there were no other thunder mages to go around.”
“Nino!”
“I’d thought about it,” Jun said softly. He looked at Nino steadily, “I always knew we wouldn’t be hanging out together forever. Which is why I told you not to talk to me that day we met, remember?”
Nino blinked. “Yeah….” In his mind’s eye he recalled trees waving wildly outside, a windy day, him running into another, taller student from his class. MatsuJun had been brisk, almost rude, in an annoyingly polite way. He hadn’t wanted to talk to Nino. But Nino had been intrigued by this lonely looking boy who told him outright, “Don’t talk to me please.”
Nino was so caught up in the memory, he didn’t immediately realize Jun was still talking. “Then you had to bring Aiba along, and no one in my classes is brave enough to talk to me now since that day he made me tsunami the school courtyard-”
“Hey, you can’t blame me for that!”
Jun made a frustrated sound under his breath and turned back to Nino, “Did you just realize now?”
“What?”
“That we wouldn’t debut together.”
“Jun-kun!” Aiba admonished.
Nino looked down at his neglected curry bun. “Apparently,” he allowed.
“Good, then. At least now you know,” Jun bit out, trying to sound satisfied, but sounding more morose than anything.
An uncomfortable silence took over them as Nino gazed down at his food, Jun stared hard over their heads and Aiba looked around helplessly, lost for words.
“Erm, did I miss something?” Sho asked, as he stood hesitantly by the table, still in his training clothes.
After a long pause, Aiba dug out a bun from his bag and silently passed it to Sho.
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Nino was still fingering the blue fish when Jun dropped a paper plate of cake in front of him.
Nino’s face lit up. Matsujun’s cakes were delicious! He snatched the fork out of Jun’s offered hand and dived into the dessert without hesitation.
Jun looked disgusted, “Nino, don’t inhale your food like that. It’s repulsive. And don’t chew with your mouth open!” he snapped when the wind mage mumbled something incomprehensible to him.
Nino swallowed and said, “Hey, don’t bitch at me. I haven’t had anything to eat since lunch yesterday.” A curry bread plopped down beside the plate of cake in front of Nino. “We know, Nino-chan. Which is why Jun-chan worked so hard on making you that cake. He didn’t want you to starve,” Aiba said brightly as he sat down at the table with his bag of bread. He offered Jun one as well, but as always the rain mage refused. Jun didn’t eat anything other than freshly cooked food, usually made by himself on the sly during cooking class. As long as no one noticed the missing ingredients, Jun could go through the entire year without starving like Nino when he spent all his money on games.
“Don’t call me that,” Jun grumbled, “My official mage name is MatsuJun.”
“You know no one’s really going to call you that, right?” Nino smirked over his cake, “No one uses mage names anymore these days, it’s too old-fashioned.” Jun sputtered in outrage.
Aiba hmmed, and said, “Well, what about Yamapi?”
Nino waved the idea away with his fork. “Yamapi’s different. He’s like the first fire mage in god knows how long.”
“Rain mages are pretty rare too,” Jun grumbled and Nino grinned, “Aww, is wittle Jun-kun jealous?”
With a red face, Jun shoved Nino’s head away with one hand. “Aren’t you guys embarrassed,” Jun demanded, “Yamashita’s our junior and he’s already got a team while we’re-!”
“Mah, mah, Jun-kun, you know the teams aren’t up to us to decide,” Aiba said gently. The older student stood up and patted Jun’s shoulders consolingly, and Jun just realized he had shot out of his seat in his excitement. He dropped back into his seat, trying valiantly to ignore the stares from the students at the tables around them.
“Though they should be,” Nino snarked, still eating his cake calmly after Jun’s sudden outburst. Jun felt like upending the plate on Nino’s head to make him react a bit more.
“He debuted early because the demand for a fire mage was too large. You know that, MatsuJun.”
“Yeah…,” Jun knew his mage name was used to appease him but he couldn’t help the small bit of satisfaction he felt anyways.
Nino licked his fork free of the last of the cake and finally pushed his empty plate away with a sigh. He began casually tearing open his curry bread packet as he said, “You know, speaking of debuting, you guys think we’re debuting together?”
Aiba blinked like he hadn’t thought of any other outcome. “Aren’t we?”
“Well, think about it,” Nino pointed a finger at Jun, “Rain mages are rare,” a finger at Aiba, “Lightning mages are rare,” then a finger at himself, “Wind mages are rarer, and thunder mages are pretty damn rare too. Hell, weather mages in general don’t come by the boatload.”
“As much of an ego boost this is, what’s your point?” Jun said, still irritable from the scene he made earlier. Things like that embarrassed Jun more than any of them. Sho worried more on his training, Aiba was too easy-going to get embarrassed and Nino just didn’t care about having a good image or not.
Nino set down his bread. “My point is, if weather mages are so damn rare, isn’t it more profitable to separate us rather than keep us together?”
Aiba gave him a wounded look. “Wah, Nino! What are you saying??”
Nino sighed. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before. Think about what happened to those two Kansai kids. They had to be split between the NEWS and Kanjani8 teams because there were no other thunder mages to go around.”
“Nino!”
“I’d thought about it,” Jun said softly. He looked at Nino steadily, “I always knew we wouldn’t be hanging out together forever. Which is why I told you not to talk to me that day we met, remember?”
Nino blinked. “Yeah….” In his mind’s eye he recalled trees waving wildly outside, a windy day, him running into another, taller student from his class. MatsuJun had been brisk, almost rude, in an annoyingly polite way. He hadn’t wanted to talk to Nino. But Nino had been intrigued by this lonely looking boy who told him outright, “Don’t talk to me please.”
Nino was so caught up in the memory, he didn’t immediately realize Jun was still talking. “Then you had to bring Aiba along, and no one in my classes is brave enough to talk to me now since that day he made me tsunami the school courtyard-”
“Hey, you can’t blame me for that!”
Jun made a frustrated sound under his breath and turned back to Nino, “Did you just realize now?”
“What?”
“That we wouldn’t debut together.”
“Jun-kun!” Aiba admonished.
Nino looked down at his neglected curry bun. “Apparently,” he allowed.
“Good, then. At least now you know,” Jun bit out, trying to sound satisfied, but sounding more morose than anything.
An uncomfortable silence took over them as Nino gazed down at his food, Jun stared hard over their heads and Aiba looked around helplessly, lost for words.
“Erm, did I miss something?” Sho asked, as he stood hesitantly by the table, still in his training clothes.
After a long pause, Aiba dug out a bun from his bag and silently passed it to Sho.
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