neko_kirin3104 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
neko_kirin3104) wrote2015-09-24 06:00 am
neko_kirin3104) wrote2015-09-24 06:00 am
Entry tags:
[Arashi] Like A River Through My Soul
Title: Like A River Through My Soul
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompts: 011 Friend (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
je_prompts)
Word Count: 1306
Rating: PG
Genre: Friendship/Fluff/Angst
Summary: This is perhaps the closest they would ever get to being married.
Disclaimer: All fiction. I swear.
Note I: For the apples… <3
Note II: Downloadable version by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rifnaoei
He had only ever seen her in photos on Satoshi's phone. Cute girl, sweet smile. Captured in perfect frames of light and shadows and careless affections.
He didn't really have any opinions about her. He refused to entertain such thoughts and let them spark a more elaborate, if not a little overblown, interest in a person he hardly knew.
Or would hardly even know long enough to actually care for—
"You know you can't be with her, right?"
It was really all any one of them needed to say to each other to bring them back to the irrefutable truths of their job. The inescapable constraints of their monitored existence.
It's also the sad truth that always seemed to escape Satoshi Ohno's one track mind.
Every. Single. Time.
But they had no words to say to their Leader now. They weren't a lot that the guy needed to hear that he hadn't already heard before, anyway.
Or that any of them hadn't already dealt with themselves.
And seriously, Sho just didn't see any point in talking anymore.
He quietly took his place on the floor beside his friend after a quick trip to the fridge for a couple more Kirins, his eyes darting from one slouched figure on the floor to the next as he leaned against the couch.
Nino had hardly touched his drink, intending to stay sober long enough to be all here, or so he claimed.
He had hardly taken his eyes off of his game too though, lounging like a kid with his head on Masaki's lap, fingers lost in otherworldly battles, and mind effortlessly taking everything else all at once.
Like only a sober Nino could do on any given day.
Masaki's head was lolling at an awkward angle, glassy eyes fixed on Nino's face like they wished to see nothing else. Sho doubted Masaki was actually seeing, though. Judging by how the guy had already lost his shirt in drunkenness with the better part of his sense hitching along for the ride.
He did briefly wonder if he should tell Nino about the speck of drool already forming at one corner of Masaki's lips, then decided Nino had probably already noticed it himself and was just waiting for a legitimate excuse to slap Masaki's head.
Jun snorted, then rolled his eyes when Sho turned his gaze on him, the two of them sharing a knowing smirk before Jun laid his phone on the table, fell back with a sigh against the armchair's base, and took a modest sip from his can.
And when Sho finally turned to their Leader, all bent and broken and hardly meeting anyone's eyes, as he wallowed all by himself in the suffocating echoes of "I told you so's" from their far less sensible and a lot more volatile conversations in the past, he literally had to swallow back a chuckle.
Because just out of the blue, the most inappropriate image of himself and their Leader caught in a tearful embrace jumped right at him from that anomalous story he had once read online by mistake, because he saw his name and well, he got curious.
He had learned his lesson since.
But the image had never stopped haunting him, sometimes even bleeding into more laborious reels of the most scandalous situations fueled by his own secret curiosities about the man who might just probably be the closest he would ever get to "being married".
A sudden flush rose to his cheeks when he caught Nino, head bent back over Masaki's legs, narrowing his eyes at him as though literally seeing the mental smut he had been harboring in his mind. He guiltily turned the unwarranted smile on his lips into a pout, quickly sticking a beer can to it for good measure.
He should probably count himself lucky that the more vocally prying Jun had already climbed into the armchair and curled himself up into a tight, slumbering ball. And that Nino himself was already too sleepy to try and tease the already much too obvious truth out of him.
And Masaki… well, the guy's already far gone to remember anything at all about this night to begin with.
The room fell into an eerie sort of silence and Sho's mind instinctively fell back to the unsettling image of their fallen Leader from earlier, practically groveling at their feet in a heart-wrenching spiel of apologies laced in a rather degrading amount of snot and tears.
It had taken them a while to calm the man down.
Another while to assure him that nothing was ever going to change within their own tight circle of five.
And a mere breath held to mutually decide to stay and keep their Leader company.
Not for anything else really, but to just be here—
"Oi! Oi! Oi!" He suddenly heard the older man's startled squeaks and instinctively joined in as the slumbering Jun spilled right out of the armchair and back to the floor, mumbling a mostly incoherent warning about discretion and death before curling right back to sleep with a bratty snort.
And just like that, Satoshi Ohno was laughing again, his eyes sparkling with so much unrestrained glee that it took everything Sho had not to choke on his own grating laughter.
They would've probably laughed themselves into a coma had Nino not cared enough to throw a plastic fork their way. Then a spoon to protest the juvenile snorts they eventually settled for, all the while oblivious to the puddle of Masaki's drool slowly forming a lake for fleas on his forehead.
"Welcome back, stranger," Sho whispered, raising his can for a toast.
Satoshi sighed, his smile melting back into a somber pout as he tapped his own can to Sho's. "Why is it that I always end up right back here with you, Sho?"
"Wha-What are you even saying?!" Sho hissed, the half-lidded gaze and missing honorific making his heart swell so much, there was hardly any room left for breath in his lungs.
Nor much sense, really, in what little was left of his dying brain cells.
Because Satoshi had just slid closer to his side so that their faces—flushed with both drink and quiet anticipation—were literally just an inch apart, the tips of their noses bumping, their warm, drunken breaths teasing each other's lips—
"It's always you… Right beside me… Every single time…"
So, so close that Satoshi's eyes started fluttering to the rhythm of Sho's heartbeat, and Sho's own eyes believed in the moment enough to close tight and trust his intoxicated heart to fate—
"We should probably… just get married or something, huh?"
"Probably… You're cute… But you can't draw…"
"OI!" Sho opened his eyes with a mild start just as Satoshi's forehead fell against his collarbone. "Jerk." He snorted, carefully prying the beer can from the passed out guy's grip before it ended up redesigning the carpet.
Quietly laughing at himself for being beer-struck, dumb-struck, and quite possibly a little lovestruck enough to mistake Satoshi's raw and honest curiosities for a drunken, shamefaced flirtation.
But just when he's about done forcibly smothering his raw and honest feelings with all the drunken, shamefaced excuses he could find…
Just when he's about to sigh all the unspoken, unrequited, unwarranted though never unwanted feelings away as he carefully shifted Satoshi's head to a pillow on his lap…
Satoshi grabbed his hand and held it like a lifeline close to his chest as he cuddled up closer to Sho’s lap.
So small. So needy. And trusting.
Sho smiled through the tears already picketing at the back of his eyes, somehow knowing what was coming next and already both breaking and thrilling for every moment of it.
"I’m home…" Satoshi sniffed.
It’s like déjà vu—
“…’Kaasan.”
Only, it just got a little better.
***Title, opening, and ending quotes taken from this song.~<3
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompts: 011 Friend (
je_prompts)Word Count: 1306
Rating: PG
Genre: Friendship/Fluff/Angst
Summary: This is perhaps the closest they would ever get to being married.
Disclaimer: All fiction. I swear.
Note I: For the apples… <3
Note II: Downloadable version by
rifnaoei ~I must confess, I’ve been blessed~
He had only ever seen her in photos on Satoshi's phone. Cute girl, sweet smile. Captured in perfect frames of light and shadows and careless affections.
He didn't really have any opinions about her. He refused to entertain such thoughts and let them spark a more elaborate, if not a little overblown, interest in a person he hardly knew.
Or would hardly even know long enough to actually care for—
"You know you can't be with her, right?"
It was really all any one of them needed to say to each other to bring them back to the irrefutable truths of their job. The inescapable constraints of their monitored existence.
It's also the sad truth that always seemed to escape Satoshi Ohno's one track mind.
Every. Single. Time.
But they had no words to say to their Leader now. They weren't a lot that the guy needed to hear that he hadn't already heard before, anyway.
Or that any of them hadn't already dealt with themselves.
And seriously, Sho just didn't see any point in talking anymore.
He quietly took his place on the floor beside his friend after a quick trip to the fridge for a couple more Kirins, his eyes darting from one slouched figure on the floor to the next as he leaned against the couch.
Nino had hardly touched his drink, intending to stay sober long enough to be all here, or so he claimed.
He had hardly taken his eyes off of his game too though, lounging like a kid with his head on Masaki's lap, fingers lost in otherworldly battles, and mind effortlessly taking everything else all at once.
Like only a sober Nino could do on any given day.
Masaki's head was lolling at an awkward angle, glassy eyes fixed on Nino's face like they wished to see nothing else. Sho doubted Masaki was actually seeing, though. Judging by how the guy had already lost his shirt in drunkenness with the better part of his sense hitching along for the ride.
He did briefly wonder if he should tell Nino about the speck of drool already forming at one corner of Masaki's lips, then decided Nino had probably already noticed it himself and was just waiting for a legitimate excuse to slap Masaki's head.
Jun snorted, then rolled his eyes when Sho turned his gaze on him, the two of them sharing a knowing smirk before Jun laid his phone on the table, fell back with a sigh against the armchair's base, and took a modest sip from his can.
And when Sho finally turned to their Leader, all bent and broken and hardly meeting anyone's eyes, as he wallowed all by himself in the suffocating echoes of "I told you so's" from their far less sensible and a lot more volatile conversations in the past, he literally had to swallow back a chuckle.
Because just out of the blue, the most inappropriate image of himself and their Leader caught in a tearful embrace jumped right at him from that anomalous story he had once read online by mistake, because he saw his name and well, he got curious.
He had learned his lesson since.
But the image had never stopped haunting him, sometimes even bleeding into more laborious reels of the most scandalous situations fueled by his own secret curiosities about the man who might just probably be the closest he would ever get to "being married".
A sudden flush rose to his cheeks when he caught Nino, head bent back over Masaki's legs, narrowing his eyes at him as though literally seeing the mental smut he had been harboring in his mind. He guiltily turned the unwarranted smile on his lips into a pout, quickly sticking a beer can to it for good measure.
He should probably count himself lucky that the more vocally prying Jun had already climbed into the armchair and curled himself up into a tight, slumbering ball. And that Nino himself was already too sleepy to try and tease the already much too obvious truth out of him.
And Masaki… well, the guy's already far gone to remember anything at all about this night to begin with.
The room fell into an eerie sort of silence and Sho's mind instinctively fell back to the unsettling image of their fallen Leader from earlier, practically groveling at their feet in a heart-wrenching spiel of apologies laced in a rather degrading amount of snot and tears.
It had taken them a while to calm the man down.
Another while to assure him that nothing was ever going to change within their own tight circle of five.
And a mere breath held to mutually decide to stay and keep their Leader company.
Not for anything else really, but to just be here—
"Oi! Oi! Oi!" He suddenly heard the older man's startled squeaks and instinctively joined in as the slumbering Jun spilled right out of the armchair and back to the floor, mumbling a mostly incoherent warning about discretion and death before curling right back to sleep with a bratty snort.
And just like that, Satoshi Ohno was laughing again, his eyes sparkling with so much unrestrained glee that it took everything Sho had not to choke on his own grating laughter.
They would've probably laughed themselves into a coma had Nino not cared enough to throw a plastic fork their way. Then a spoon to protest the juvenile snorts they eventually settled for, all the while oblivious to the puddle of Masaki's drool slowly forming a lake for fleas on his forehead.
"Welcome back, stranger," Sho whispered, raising his can for a toast.
Satoshi sighed, his smile melting back into a somber pout as he tapped his own can to Sho's. "Why is it that I always end up right back here with you, Sho?"
"Wha-What are you even saying?!" Sho hissed, the half-lidded gaze and missing honorific making his heart swell so much, there was hardly any room left for breath in his lungs.
Nor much sense, really, in what little was left of his dying brain cells.
Because Satoshi had just slid closer to his side so that their faces—flushed with both drink and quiet anticipation—were literally just an inch apart, the tips of their noses bumping, their warm, drunken breaths teasing each other's lips—
"It's always you… Right beside me… Every single time…"
So, so close that Satoshi's eyes started fluttering to the rhythm of Sho's heartbeat, and Sho's own eyes believed in the moment enough to close tight and trust his intoxicated heart to fate—
"We should probably… just get married or something, huh?"
"Probably… You're cute… But you can't draw…"
"OI!" Sho opened his eyes with a mild start just as Satoshi's forehead fell against his collarbone. "Jerk." He snorted, carefully prying the beer can from the passed out guy's grip before it ended up redesigning the carpet.
Quietly laughing at himself for being beer-struck, dumb-struck, and quite possibly a little lovestruck enough to mistake Satoshi's raw and honest curiosities for a drunken, shamefaced flirtation.
But just when he's about done forcibly smothering his raw and honest feelings with all the drunken, shamefaced excuses he could find…
Just when he's about to sigh all the unspoken, unrequited, unwarranted though never unwanted feelings away as he carefully shifted Satoshi's head to a pillow on his lap…
Satoshi grabbed his hand and held it like a lifeline close to his chest as he cuddled up closer to Sho’s lap.
So small. So needy. And trusting.
Sho smiled through the tears already picketing at the back of his eyes, somehow knowing what was coming next and already both breaking and thrilling for every moment of it.
"I’m home…" Satoshi sniffed.
It’s like déjà vu—
“…’Kaasan.”
Only, it just got a little better.
~In your arms I’m someone new~
***Title, opening, and ending quotes taken from this song.~<3
no subject
Oh my gosh this is so beautiful. Especially the "...'Kaasan." part huhu.
TT_____TT
no subject
"God Gave Me You" is definitely one of the sweetest, loveliest, most honest songs I have ever heard. And I always thought it was a fairly recent song, lol~! ♥
no subject
You made me teary eyes...
It's so warm hearted, lovely, :')
This is graphic version of this i hope you like it. :)
https://www.mediafire.com/?aaacy2hhsb1mf9d
Thank you for writing and sharing~ <3
no subject
I guess, I really should add angst right up there, huh? xD
I am really glad you liked it, though.
Thank you very much for reading~! ^____^<3
no subject
Hahaha! But you know.. I do think that it's always Sho that's beside Ohno ever since. Like the scandal before, freestyle exhibition, in shows and etc. Mama Sho is always there for Papa Satoshi. <3 <3 <3
Now can they do stuff for married couples? Like making babies?
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Seriously though, thank you very much for reading~! ^___^<3
They're inseparable, aren't they? In a manner of
wishful thinkingspeaking. xDBetween you and me, you are the smut expert, Anne. And you know I wouldn't mind you locking these two up in a room and making them do "married couple" stuffs yourself. ♥
no subject
They are! how I wish they do end up together. I wouldn't mind at all! <3
*nods* I might throw myself in and join in the fun! :D
no subject
LOL~!! I thought so~! So, we'll be having Anne-babies then, too? Will we ever be able to take care of Anne-babies? xD
no subject
Anne-babies? Can the world take my babies? LOL
no subject
I don't need more Anne's pinching my butt~! XDD
I bet they will be a real treat to look at, tho.
Deceptively cute and scarily sneaky~♥
no subject
I think I should let Sho impregnate me again. Give birth to litters of offsprings and conquer the world. *smirks*
no subject
*melts* >w<
This was really nice~
I laughed so much at Aiba drooling, I don't even know why, LOL!
But :'3
Thanks for sharing this with us~
no subject
I am really glad you liked it, Aki~! The fic, not the drooling. ♥
Thank you very much for reading~! ^___^<3
no subject
no subject
And I don't think I really had any clear take on anything.
Just an enduring love for the OTP, I guess. ♥
Thank you very much for reading, Michi~! ^___^<3
no subject
no subject
Ahahahaha~!! Yes, I'd really rather think of it that way~!♡
no subject
no subject
If we let these things get to us for longer than it should though, it'll just tire us out, lol~! I say, we lay this thing to rest and turn our attentions back to the positive things. Arashi never runs out of that~! ♥♥♥
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I felt the angsty in this, but also the fluff as well. I thought it would be hard for yama to be together, but come to think about it, it might actually be easier for yama to be together than them having a relationship with any outsiders. No one will question if they were seen together. Although it may be a lot more than meet the eyes XDDD
no subject
And I really like the way you think, hahaha~! Who knows if all that fanservice isn't reflecting something much much deeper already? We won't question, but we'll definitely be letting our imaginations go places xDDD
Thank you very much for reading~! ^__^<3
no subject
This is just....just beautiful and heartwarming
and sad... :( Papa Sho is really
somebody you can lean on...like he will
never laugh at you whatever your problem is
and he will never leave you...awwww you know,,,
my leche flan tastes sweet and salty now....
<3 <3 <3
no subject
And thank you very much for reading and for such lovely words~!
Sho is like Satoshi's fortress, isn't he? ♥
And a sugary-salty leche flan doesn't sound so bad m(_ _)V
(Penge naman... xD)