[Arashi] Touchdown
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neko_kirin3104Title: Touchdown
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 12 Plan
Word Count: 1060
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack
Summary: Nino’s toy heli touches down on something more.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
je_prompts, and because THIS~!! [2013.08.15 VS Arashi]. xp
Note II: for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mount_deer and her twin’s birthday! Yay! (and because since you got me started on Sho-chan scratching himself, I’ve been looking out for it everywhere, LOL!)
For Nino, it had been an easy choice—hit Leader's unguarded front or Sho-chan's perky butt?
It was a split second decision, and though he did see the potential in both in helping him make a faster goal than J, his eyes automatically homed in on Sho’s wiggling ass, and the roguish toy heli just went and did the rest from there.
He didn't know what Aiba was thinking, though. And he most certainly didn’t have anything to do with whatever scheme that idiot was playing on.
It had been an act purely based on his desire to win. How was he to know it would end up giving him more than what he bargained for?
“NO! GOD, NINO! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!”
Sho’s horrified squeak from a couple of hours ago rang in Nino’s ears as he tried his best to laugh and feign interest in Jun’s whining.
The way he could manage to look convincingly bustling and chipper on set while his mind wandered off and anchored itself on a priceless memory was one of the mysteries of life that Nino was only too happy to exploit without having to explain himself.
“I’m just asking, Sho-chan—”
“NO! THAT’S RIDICULOUS! WE’RE GUYS!”
“Like I always say, you can go overseas and it wouldn’t be a problem anymore, Sho-chan,” Aiba piped up airily from somewhere across the greenroom.
Nino couldn’t be sure where though, and he didn’t really care. Because his attention was unwaveringly fixed on his trusty Nintendo DS and the two old men sitting on either side of him on the couch.
A scandalized “Haaa?!” rumbled in his left ear, and the familiar image of a wide-eyed, slack-jawed Sho instantly flashed in his head.
“Uh-huh,” he chanted dismissively, turning his inquisition to the other man without taking his eyes off his game. “Leader? What do you have to say?”
“Hnn?” Ohno hummed, sounding like he often did, instantly bringing to mind the picture of a sulking man teetering on the edge of consciousness.
Sometimes, it really just boggled Nino how much he knew these guys...
“Are you together again now? Like, for real this time?” he repeated for their muddled Leader’s benefit, pointedly ignoring Sho’s huff of protest. Because it seriously didn’t take half a fruit fly‘s brain to figure out what these two had been up to lately.
Especially with the preliminary results of the Arafes voting reminding them of that old song they collaborated on together—
“That’s ridiculous, Nino,” Leader mumbled at the tail end of a yawn.
“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Sho practically screamed in his persistence, jumping to his feet and stomping off somewhere.
Normally, Nino wouldn’t waste his breath pushing on the subject, seeing that they never really talked about their personal lives. But when two members decided to fool around in some random broom closet without being too discreet about it—and one of them rejoining the shoot scratching his ridiculously sensitive skin because of it—well that’s clearly a case of personal traversing the professional if nothing else, and Nino felt they all deserved to know.
Once and for all.
Not that they didn’t already know to begin with...
Sho and Satoshi-chan? Satoshi and Sho-chan? How much more not obvious could these two possibly get?
Nino just couldn’t pass up any excuse to tease. “So, if I kiss Sho-chan right now, it wouldn't bother you at all, right?”
The clamoring sound of plastic cups hitting the floor provided the perfect chorus to Sho’s startled shriek and eventual nervous blubbering. Nino heard metal chair legs scratching on the floor as Aiba jumped up to lend Arashi’s damsel-in-distress a helping hand.
“Why would you even do that, Nino?!” Jun growled from the armchair right across the couch.
“It's a hypothetical question, J. Besides, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it once or twice before—”
“Of course not!” Jun yelped, sounding fierce, offended and guilty.
“I'd do it!” Aiba chirped, earning him a Sho Sakurai gasp-of-epic-hysteria and a dull and feeble slap somewhere on his person.
“You can try,” Leader mumbled in a voice so low and bored, one could’ve easily mistaken it for apathy if not for the subtle tightening of his jaws, the telltale twitch at the corner of his mouth, and the brief glare of warning he threw Aiba’s way...
That Aiba so conveniently missed.
And so did J.
But Nino had seen it all. Just like he saw the ‘what-the-eff’ frown that instantly crossed Leader’s face the moment his heli made contact with Sho’s butt.
Like the indignant ‘die-evil-toy’ scowl Leader had when he gallantly intercepted Aiba’s wanton aircraft from crashing into Sho-chan’s face.
And like the cocky ‘I’m-the-man‘ smirk Leader put on after making a quick sweep of Sho’s appearance, making sure that not a whisker was out of place.
Suddenly, it wasn't about winning so much as having successfully pushed Leader's buttons and making the lying man wordlessly confess to the truth they had always known.
Suddenly, he heard his name being announced as the winner, but he pumped his fist and capered on his feet for more than just his victory.
For Nino, it had been an easy choice, really.
Especially when one considered that the possibility of seeing a straightforward Satoshi Ohno seething at the sight of Sho-chan getting struck down by a pernicious little toy was considerably higher than hearing the cunning Sho Sakurai screaming bloody murder over a full-scale assault on Satoshi-kun’s family jewels.
Sometimes, it really just amused him how much he knew these guys...
“Hey, Nino,” Leader called out to him on their way back to the greenroom for a breather.
“Hey, Liar,” he smirked as the older man caught up to him.
“I never lied,” Leader’s rebuttal sounded casual enough, but the visible crease between his brows told a different story.
“What was that all about just now, then?” he asked, undaunted. “I thought you said you weren’t together?”
“I never said we weren’t, Nino,” Leader’s voice was laidback, and only a touch nippy. “I just meant it’s never been not real.”
He could never deny the fact that this made him glad. It was about time, too. Satoshi-chan and Sho-chan weren’t getting any younger after all—
“And don’t ever do that again.”
“Hai, hai!” Nino crooned, already laughing in his head over his next un-planned ruse.
***Haven’t really been in a very good place lately, but seeing this in my head made me ~XDDD. I hope it does the same for you, too. XD
***It’s raining and it’s flooding and all I can think about is this...
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 12 Plan
Word Count: 1060
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack
Summary: Nino’s toy heli touches down on something more.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from
je_prompts, and because THIS~!! [2013.08.15 VS Arashi]. xpNote II: for
mount_deer and her twin’s birthday! Yay! (and because since you got me started on Sho-chan scratching himself, I’ve been looking out for it everywhere, LOL!)For Nino, it had been an easy choice—hit Leader's unguarded front or Sho-chan's perky butt?
It was a split second decision, and though he did see the potential in both in helping him make a faster goal than J, his eyes automatically homed in on Sho’s wiggling ass, and the roguish toy heli just went and did the rest from there.
He didn't know what Aiba was thinking, though. And he most certainly didn’t have anything to do with whatever scheme that idiot was playing on.
It had been an act purely based on his desire to win. How was he to know it would end up giving him more than what he bargained for?
“NO! GOD, NINO! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!”
Sho’s horrified squeak from a couple of hours ago rang in Nino’s ears as he tried his best to laugh and feign interest in Jun’s whining.
The way he could manage to look convincingly bustling and chipper on set while his mind wandered off and anchored itself on a priceless memory was one of the mysteries of life that Nino was only too happy to exploit without having to explain himself.
“I’m just asking, Sho-chan—”
“NO! THAT’S RIDICULOUS! WE’RE GUYS!”
“Like I always say, you can go overseas and it wouldn’t be a problem anymore, Sho-chan,” Aiba piped up airily from somewhere across the greenroom.
Nino couldn’t be sure where though, and he didn’t really care. Because his attention was unwaveringly fixed on his trusty Nintendo DS and the two old men sitting on either side of him on the couch.
A scandalized “Haaa?!” rumbled in his left ear, and the familiar image of a wide-eyed, slack-jawed Sho instantly flashed in his head.
“Uh-huh,” he chanted dismissively, turning his inquisition to the other man without taking his eyes off his game. “Leader? What do you have to say?”
“Hnn?” Ohno hummed, sounding like he often did, instantly bringing to mind the picture of a sulking man teetering on the edge of consciousness.
Sometimes, it really just boggled Nino how much he knew these guys...
“Are you together again now? Like, for real this time?” he repeated for their muddled Leader’s benefit, pointedly ignoring Sho’s huff of protest. Because it seriously didn’t take half a fruit fly‘s brain to figure out what these two had been up to lately.
Especially with the preliminary results of the Arafes voting reminding them of that old song they collaborated on together—
“That’s ridiculous, Nino,” Leader mumbled at the tail end of a yawn.
“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Sho practically screamed in his persistence, jumping to his feet and stomping off somewhere.
Normally, Nino wouldn’t waste his breath pushing on the subject, seeing that they never really talked about their personal lives. But when two members decided to fool around in some random broom closet without being too discreet about it—and one of them rejoining the shoot scratching his ridiculously sensitive skin because of it—well that’s clearly a case of personal traversing the professional if nothing else, and Nino felt they all deserved to know.
Once and for all.
Not that they didn’t already know to begin with...
Sho and Satoshi-chan? Satoshi and Sho-chan? How much more not obvious could these two possibly get?
Nino just couldn’t pass up any excuse to tease. “So, if I kiss Sho-chan right now, it wouldn't bother you at all, right?”
The clamoring sound of plastic cups hitting the floor provided the perfect chorus to Sho’s startled shriek and eventual nervous blubbering. Nino heard metal chair legs scratching on the floor as Aiba jumped up to lend Arashi’s damsel-in-distress a helping hand.
“Why would you even do that, Nino?!” Jun growled from the armchair right across the couch.
“It's a hypothetical question, J. Besides, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it once or twice before—”
“Of course not!” Jun yelped, sounding fierce, offended and guilty.
“I'd do it!” Aiba chirped, earning him a Sho Sakurai gasp-of-epic-hysteria and a dull and feeble slap somewhere on his person.
“You can try,” Leader mumbled in a voice so low and bored, one could’ve easily mistaken it for apathy if not for the subtle tightening of his jaws, the telltale twitch at the corner of his mouth, and the brief glare of warning he threw Aiba’s way...
That Aiba so conveniently missed.
And so did J.
But Nino had seen it all. Just like he saw the ‘what-the-eff’ frown that instantly crossed Leader’s face the moment his heli made contact with Sho’s butt.
Like the indignant ‘die-evil-toy’ scowl Leader had when he gallantly intercepted Aiba’s wanton aircraft from crashing into Sho-chan’s face.
And like the cocky ‘I’m-the-man‘ smirk Leader put on after making a quick sweep of Sho’s appearance, making sure that not a whisker was out of place.
Suddenly, it wasn't about winning so much as having successfully pushed Leader's buttons and making the lying man wordlessly confess to the truth they had always known.
Suddenly, he heard his name being announced as the winner, but he pumped his fist and capered on his feet for more than just his victory.
For Nino, it had been an easy choice, really.
Especially when one considered that the possibility of seeing a straightforward Satoshi Ohno seething at the sight of Sho-chan getting struck down by a pernicious little toy was considerably higher than hearing the cunning Sho Sakurai screaming bloody murder over a full-scale assault on Satoshi-kun’s family jewels.
Sometimes, it really just amused him how much he knew these guys...
“Hey, Nino,” Leader called out to him on their way back to the greenroom for a breather.
“Hey, Liar,” he smirked as the older man caught up to him.
“I never lied,” Leader’s rebuttal sounded casual enough, but the visible crease between his brows told a different story.
“What was that all about just now, then?” he asked, undaunted. “I thought you said you weren’t together?”
“I never said we weren’t, Nino,” Leader’s voice was laidback, and only a touch nippy. “I just meant it’s never been not real.”
He could never deny the fact that this made him glad. It was about time, too. Satoshi-chan and Sho-chan weren’t getting any younger after all—
“And don’t ever do that again.”
“Hai, hai!” Nino crooned, already laughing in his head over his next un-planned ruse.
~1992*4##111~
***Haven’t really been in a very good place lately, but seeing this in my head made me ~XDDD. I hope it does the same for you, too. XD
***It’s raining and it’s flooding and all I can think about is this...
[gif not mine]
'Rain Dance' by an adorable ame-otoko <3
Nothing but good vibes, ne? ^____^
'Rain Dance' by an adorable ame-otoko <3
Nothing but good vibes, ne? ^____^
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Date: 2013-08-19 09:13 am (UTC)Because really, is it normal to be getting a kick out of people scratching themselves? xD (yes, he also scratches 'down there' sometimes; as well as everywhere else.)