[Arashi] It’s Just Fanservice
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neko_kirin3104Title: It’s Just Fanservice
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: Fanservice
Word Count: 6731
Rating: PG-13
Genre: various (but generally Crack xp)
Summary: 7 ways Ohno reacted to the Sakuraiba kiss...
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)
rainbowfilling and the kyaaaa!!!! *faints* kiss Sakuraiba shared on VS Arashi 2013.04.04. =)
Notes: [possible] character death
There has been something really off about Satoshi Ohno’s smile ever since it happened. A subtle, almost indiscernible twist to it that gives it a sense of foreboding that only Sho Sakurai would know. Even the miniscule glints of warning in the corner of those deceptive eyes—alternating between open amusement and dazed indifference—are unmistakable.
He’d laughed at the aftermath of his actions, amazed at his own unflinching cheekiness and utterly pleased at the bustling cheers it got. But the moment his gaze caught on the fleeting glare in Satoshi’s eyes—there and gone in a split second—his smile froze awkwardly on his face.
Even though his partner has been acting like it does not affect him at all, going through the motions of the whole shoot like he does on any normal day, Sho knows better. Satoshi may not always speak about his feelings—may not even publicly show he cares for feelings at all—but the naturally deep and emotional artist does have ways and means of re-asserting his ownership on anything and anyone that belongs to him.
And as far as Sho Sakurai is concerned, Satoshi Ohno owns him.
And right now, this Satoshi Ohno is pissed.
This truth, combined with the fact that he’s been running on a mere couple hours of sleep, quite easily latches its claws into Sho’s mind, gradually filling his head with scenes and situations that may or may not have happened—
Images of his lover that is, may, or may never be...
With A Vengeance
Genre: Crack
Hoping not to have to face his lover’s wrath just yet, Sho purposefully stays behind after the shoot to chat with some of the staff members. He tries to put on a casual front, showing interest in every random thing that does not usually interest him at all. Smiling amiably and laughing appropriately, while desperately keeping his anxious heart from ripping through his chest.
They’ll eventually talk about it, of course. They have to. But not tonight. Not when every image seen and every emotion felt is still fresh in Satoshi’s mind. No, he’ll wait for the older man to leave before he retrieves his things from the greenroom.
It’s probably a good thing this is his last work for the day and he’s scheduled for a late start tomorrow...
Because it’s been close to an hour now since both Nino and Jun bid their goodbyes and there is still no sign of Satoshi leaving.
It bothers him, too, that he has not seen Aiba, either—
Sho begins to panic at this point. What if Satoshi never meant to confront him after all, and is now bearing down on Aiba instead? Mindlessly revealing that their relationship has gone way beyond mere fanfare, and viciously giving the younger man all sorts of threats to back off?
Or will Satoshi really stop at simply giving threats? What if he starts off whaling at the poor clueless guy? And Aiba, too stunned and too respectful of his elders, does not even attempt to fight back?
What if—? What if—?
“Excuse me,” he says with the best apologetic smile he can muster, “I have to go.”
The newbie staff who patiently stayed to keep him company after everybody else has moved on to other things, gives him a smile and a nod. He catches a whiff of her relieved sigh as he dashes off to the greenroom, realizing instantly that he has wasted that girl’s time, along with his own just because he can’t be brave enough to face his lover’s wrath head on.
And now Aiba has to suffer because of it. The poor clueless Aiba, who did not know the implications of what he did.
Aiba, who only wanted to give the fans happiness...
Aiba...
Aiba...!
“Aiba-chan!” He pulls the door open and rushes in, screaming, “Satoshi, stop! It was... just... fan... service?” His voice loses both strength and volume with each word as his mind begins to take in the sight before him.
There on the couch, locked in each other’s embrace, are Aiba and Satoshi, their lips still glistening from the kiss he has just interrupted.
Their top-bare bodies are slick with sweat, too, showing just how intense their activity has been.
“Sh-Sho-chan!” the panic-stricken Aiba croaks. He makes a move to leave, but Satoshi pulls him back down.
“Stay here,” his partner hisses, effectively making the younger man gulp and nod hesitantly.
Sho gulps, too, when Satoshi stands up and begins approaching him. At the back of his mind, he knows he is supposed to be feeling betrayed and angry. But under the intense and unfaltering glare currently trained on him, there is only room for fear and uncertainty in his heart.
“S-Satoshi...?” he mumbles, feeling his limbs start to tremble.
The older man reaches out and gently grabs his arm. “Sho-chan, we’re done,” he says in a low voice, teeming with finality.
Sho gasps and clutches a hand against the cold, sharp pain in his chest. He looks pleadingly at his partner’s straight face, desperately searching for something in there to help him understand.
“Aiba-chan’s a much better kisser than you are,” Satoshi replies to his unvoiced question, smoothly turning him towards the door. “And he sucks harder.”
The dazed Sho hardly notices as his smirking ex-lover pushes him out of the room. He stands in the hallway, lost and confused, as the door closes on his face.
Then, as the devastating truth begins sinking in, he feels his knees fold from under him, the pulsating pain in his chest building up into a piercing wail of agony—
“NOOOOOOO!!!!”
Fall To Pieces
Genre: Drama
Sho blinks and finds himself back at the studio, face to face with the newbie staff who has patiently stayed to keep him company.
He gradually regains complete grip on his senses and realizes with a start that his mouth is open in a voiceless “no”. He quickly closes it, clears his throat and tries his best to pull his rattled mind together.
“Sakurai-san, are you all right?” the girl before him asks, her innocent round eyes gleaming with concern.
“No,” the utterly flustered idol mumbles under his breath, still unsure of what just happened. It felt so real, and yet... And yet...
Seeing the look of worry in the newbie’s face reminds him of what he said. He lets out a snorting chuckle and sputters, “I mean, yes, of course. I’m fine.”
Was it a premonition? A sort of warning for something that’s just about to happen? Or was it just a dream? Is he even fully awake right now? What the hell is going on?!
“Ah, Mahou-chan, right?” he says, maintaining a smile despite the chaotic debate about what’s real and what’s not happening inside his head.
“Yes,” the girl replies, raising one un-plucked eyebrow, still obviously unconvinced by his poor attempt at lying.
“I have to go,” he mutters, a little distracted, as one half of his mind sneers at the other half that seems to believe that if he moves now, he just might be able to stop Aiba and Satoshi from kissing—
Mahou smiles back at him and nods.
He dashes off, but stops short when the faint sound of a relieved sigh—louder than he remembered—reaches his ear. He looks back, but the girl is already walking away.
He decides to forgive such insolence just this once as he makes it to the greenroom in a few hurried strides. When he is finally standing outside the door, he takes a deep breath and hisses a quiet “Yosh!” before opening it and charging in.
His screams of protest get caught in his throat as he takes in the sight before him. Satoshi turns to look at him, but only for a second, and with not much emotion showing on his face, before he goes back to stuffing his phone charger and his music player into his pouch bag.
Sho’s anxieties gradually begin to calm, especially after seeing that his lover is alone inside the room. There’s no sign of poor clueless Aiba anywhere. That should be good enough.
Right...?
“I’m coming home with you tonight,” Satoshi mumbles as he zips his bag close.
Sho’s heart trembles with relief and anticipation. His lover is coming over tonight! This Satoshi Ohno may be pissed, but the unsurprisingly considerate man is making an effort to reach out and talk!
Has be been imagining everything up to this point? Even the foreboding smile from earlier and the glint of warning in those eyes...?
Sho smiles and approaches the older man, feeling a little less anxious now. “Sure. You know you can come anytime.” He wraps his arms around his lover’s thin waist, rests his chin on his shoulder, and whispers teasingly into his ear, “I’ll make it up to you, all right?”
“No.”
The low voice thrums with a chill that cuts through his heart. His breath hitches when he feels his lover’s cold hands rather forcibly prying his arms off. His world starts to shake and get blurry as the hurtful voice buzzes on in his ear—
“I’m not staying. I’ll just get my things.”
Sho stares at his lover as tears start to sting his eyes. Satoshi won’t even look at him as he slings his pouch bag to his shoulder and dismally walks towards the door.
“B-But, Satoshi,” the embittered idol chokes out his final bid for mercy, for love. “It was just fanservice.”
His lover stops short of turning the knob, and in that brief moment a glimmer of hope sparks in Sho’s heart.
But the older man only turns around long enough to say, “Sho-chan, we’re done,” before opening the door and stepping out of the room.
He can practically feel his whole world crumbling to his feet...
Black Satoshi
Genre: Horror
“No,” Sho Sakurai whispers in a daze.
“Sakurai-san? Are you all right?” a girl’s worried voice cuts through his thoughts, making him blink and realize with a start that he’s back at the studio again.
He can hardly remember what they have been talking about, or whether they have really been talking or not. Has he been standing right here all this time? In a daze? His thoughts lost in that parallel universe where he’s just watched his lover walk out of that door? Out of his life?
“I have to go,” he mutters distractedly, still feeling the slight buzz of pain from the passing vision. “I have to see Satoshi...”
“Ohno-san already left with his manager,” the girl informs him before he can even take a step. “About an hour ago.”
He frowns, taking more time to process that information than normal. He has not seen Satoshi leave the greenroom, and he has been watching. Then again, didn’t he just come back from a daze? What the hell is going on here, seriously?!
The girl simply smiles and nods at him before taking her leave. This time, Sho hardly notices the relieved sigh as his phone starts vibrating in his pants pocket. He fishes it out quickly and feels his heart skip with anticipation and fear when he sees his lover’s name on the screen.
But there’s only static on the other line when he answers the call, and the occasional garbled words that he can hardly make out. Still, he keeps saying, “Hello?” as he hurriedly makes his way to the greenroom, hoping to get better reception there.
When he’s standing right outside the room, the line suddenly clears and for that brief moment, he finally hears Satoshi’s voice saying, “Sho-chan, we’re done,” before the call gets cut off.
The chill that fills his heart almost knocks his breath away, dulling all his senses. He is literally gasping for air, practically grasping for life as he reaches out and pulls the door open to the room he hopes to lock himself in for the rest of his life.
He is about to burst into tears, but ends up shrieking when he catches sight of his lover sitting on the couch, facing the opposite wall. He shrieks a second time when the door clicks close behind him.
But the older man does not even turn to look at him, does not even seem aware of his presence. Just sitting there, as still as stone, staring steadily into space.
“S-Satoshi?” Sho calls out as he cautiously approaches, his steps getting heavier and shakier with dread. Could that newbie staff have been mistaken? Did she really see Satoshi leave...? Why is the man still here, then?
And why isn’t he moving? He isn’t even blinking, for petesake!
“Satoshi?” Sho’s voice catches on a worried whimper. He frowns and stops in mid-stride, as a bracing numbness rushes through his veins. Only the right side of his lover’s face is visible to him, and not a single muscle is twitching there. Nothing at all to indicate that this Satoshi Ohno is alive and breathing.
He knows something’s definitely not right. But a part of him refuses to believe the seemingly illogical perception that’s been nibbling at his mind from the moment he entered this room and saw his lover.
“Satoshi, please. You’re scaring me,” he whines under his breath. His limbs start to tremble uncontrollably when the older man remains unresponsive. “Satoshi... I know you’re mad, but can we please talk about this? Can you please look at me, at least?”
Still no movement, no words, not even a faint sigh. Sho’s heart is now dribbling wildly inside his chest and a small voice in his head keeps telling him to leave the room quickly if he still values his life.
But he can’t just abandon his lover like that, can he? No matter what kind of strange character he’s playing, no matter how frightening he looks right now, Sho is determined to stay by the older man’s side.
“Satoshi,” he tries again, sounding more like a little boy begging for mercy. “Please. It was just fanservice. No need to act all weird about it.” He chuckles nervously at his own pathetic attempt at humor. A disturbingly prissy sound that instantly scales into a high-pitched squeak when the phone he is still holding in his hand starts vibrating once again.
Nino’s name is displayed on the screen, and for some reason the sight of it brings a shot of apprehension down his spine. He answers and is immediately met by fizzling static much like the one that grated his lover’s call a while back. The garbled words that make it through the buzz only serve to pique his fear—his intuitive sense that something unpleasant has just happened.
Something that involves “Leader...,” a “...car crash...,” and an “...explosion...”
Something that’s causing Nino to wail hysterically on the other line...
Something that makes Satoshi Ohno’s presence right now, here in this room, utterly and alarmingly impossible.
Sho instinctively turns to the door, fully intending to rush out of the room. He gasps when it wouldn’t even budge no matter how hard he turns the knob. A frightened sob escapes his throat when the light suddenly turns off and the room is cloaked in total darkness.
He lets his phone go and uses both of his hands to alternately try turning the knob and bang on the door. He is screaming at the top of his lungs for someone, ANYONE to please open the goddamn door from the other side.
The light flickers on again and when, out of morbid curiosity, he turns to check on Satoshi, his lover is no longer on the couch. The dread that’s rushing through his veins is beginning to turn his body rigid. His throat is constricting painfully, stirring up his gag reflex and almost completely choking out his cries for help.
The light dies out again and the ghastly smell of burning flesh starts clawing at his nose. It makes him retch violently and throw up part of his dinner. His bladder feels sorely heavy, too. His pounding heart is seriously hurting his chest, making it harder to breathe that his head is practically spinning now from lack of air.
The light flickers back on, but just long enough to show him the figure of a man, decked in charred flesh and fresh blood, standing in the middle of the room, gazing quietly at him with those terrifyingly familiar eyes. He gives up on the door and starts backing away, shrieking when darkness fell over the room once again.
He trips on something on the floor and topples backward. The light flashes on to show the charred man now crawling slowly on the floor towards him. His head swells from the sight and he completely loses control on his bladder.
This is the stuff of nightmares! This cannot be happening to him! This just can’t be real!
But the light keeps flickering on and off. The charred man is still creeping and twitching awkwardly on the floor, steadily closing the distance between them. The sight just wouldn’t go away! And the moment Sho’s back touches the wall is the same moment that he finally surrenders himself to the horrifying truth.
Real or not, there is no escaping this threat anymore. He is trapped. And the charred creature that was once his lover is going to catch up with him anyway, one way or another.
The darkness comes for the last time, and Sho’s mind screams soundlessly at the icy breath humming against his ear—
“We’re done.”
Wrong Charming
Genre: Fantasy
“Sakurai-san? Are you all right?”
For a moment, Sho thinks he is standing face to face with the charred man who, curiously enough, is asking him if he’s all right. He blinks and shakes his head and finally sees the newbie staff gazing worriedly back at him with those round and innocent eyes.
His body still feels a little stiff. His skin still tingling from the remnants of the numbing chill that had filled the passing vision. He gingerly sniffs the air to check if he really did wet his pants, too.
He didn’t. Of course, he couldn’t have. How could he if he’s been standing right here all this time to begin with.
Right...?
“Has Ohno-san left yet?” he asks, wanting to make sure the last vision doesn’t end up being a premonition.
The girl shakes her head. “He’s still in the greenroom, I think.”
He quickly excuses himself and dashes off, hardly noticing the sigh of relief this time. He makes it to the greenroom in a few hurried strides, opens the door and stops short when he catches sight of his lover sitting on the couch, as still as stone and staring sightlessly into space.
OH NO! he screams in his mind, gradually becoming convinced that everything he has seen in that vision is just about to turn into reality...
But then, Satoshi sniffs and turns to him, his eyes glistening with shamelessly shed tears.
Instead of feeling relieved, though, Sho finds a new reason to panic. “S-Satoshi...” He approaches his lover and kneels before him, clutching the older man’s beautiful, trembling hands in his own. “Satoshi, don’t cry. I’m sorry.”
Satoshi bows his head and slowly pulls his hands away. “Sho-chan, we’re done,” he sobs, choking on his tears.
Sho grabs his lover’s hands again. “No, Satoshi. It was just fanservice. Please...,” He pleads desperately as the tears start stinging his eyes.
Satoshi shakes his head dismally. “No. It’s out of my hands now. There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
“What?” Sho scrunches up his face in confusion, causing the first couple of tears to fall unbidden from his eyes.
His lover raises his head and fixes him a hard and steady gaze full of dejection and defeat. “You kissed the evil ogre, Sho-chan. You belong to him now.”
Sho suddenly feels the urge to laugh at the absurdity of what the older man said. But the loud crashing sound of the door toppling into the room clips the laughter in his throat, turning it into an unmanly shriek instead.
He turns and sees a huge, green and grumpy looking creature standing in the doorway. A familiar set of torn clothes hang loosely on its burly form, giving him a vague, yet ridiculously insane hint as to who it is... or used to be.
“A-Aiba-chan...?” he squeaks as his mind gradually comes to grips with his friend’s true form. And it horribly twists his stomach to realize that the terrifyingly ugly monster is sneering right at him.
He grasps his lover’s hands tighter, feeling confused when the older man does not even make an effort to hold on to him as Aiba the Ogre stomps toward them. “S-Satoshi...?”
“It’s out of my hands now,” Satoshi simply mutters resignedly, pulling his hands away a second time.
Sho’s eyes widen in disbelief as he watches his lover bury his tear-streaked face into his palms; then in shock, when he feels strong arms wrapping around his waist. The ogre yanks him violently from the floor and he starts screaming and struggling desperately.
It hoists him effortlessly over its shoulder and slaps his butt, making him shriek and then scream some more. Louder this time as the monster starts moving towards the door, taking him farther and farther away from his lover—
“NOOOOOO!”
Closing Time
Genre: Sci-fi
Sho comes crashing back to reality and the first thing he feels is the grimace of disdain straining his face. This is starting to feel like a joke to him, seriously!
“Sakurai-san, are you all right?”
He barely looks at the girl this time as he mumbles his excuse. Hardly even hears the sigh of relief anymore as he moves towards the greenroom in a semi-daze. He presses his palms against his temples and groans as he shakes his head violently, pointedly ignoring whatever reaction it got from the staff members he passes along the way.
He seriously needs to lie down and pull himself together. He can even hear a steady buzzing in his ear now and thought he’s just seen his arm fade out then back into existence. He holds his hands out before him to check. He looks down and all around himself to make sure no other body part is disappearing on him.
After confirming beyond any doubt that he’s still all here, he sighs deeply and laughs softly at himself. He seriously needs to lie down and maybe get a new set of senses in his sleep, since the ones he currently have are obviously malfunctioning—
And why is he suddenly thinking of himself like some kind of a machine?
Or... maybe something else?
Something that more appropriately fits the blindingly white chamber that greets him when he opens the door to their greenroom.
A blinding whiteness that seems to engulf his world, vanishing the door and the walls into oblivion, and focusing his sight on the lone figure of his lover, a flash of purple suit and tanned flesh in the middle of the piercing blankness.
Satoshi’s hair is purple, too. And a bit longer than he remembers. There is a large silver thunderbolt on his chest, looking sharp and garish against all that purple. Around his thin waist is a silver belt, accented by a rectangular buckle, simple yet attention-grabbing in its size.
The character looks vaguely familiar, but Sho, for the life of him, can’t quite figure out where he’s seen this before.
And he’s never seen Satoshi looking this serious and doleful, either, his unnaturally keen eyes brimming with both sympathy and regret.
“Sho-chan, we’re done.”
Although he has yet to completely wrap his mind around what’s happening, those gravely spoken words are easy enough to understand.
“B-But, Satoshi! It was just fanservice!” he sputters in a pleading voice, too afraid to move and drown into the sea of whiteness at his feet. He tries to keep himself steady as he trains his teary gaze on his partner.
The older man shakes his head woefully. “No. It was all just an experiment.”
His face scrunches up in utter confusion. “A what?!”
“An experiment,” Satoshi calmly replies, his eyes flashing with an unspoken, yet clearly discernible sorrow. “You, Test Subject 2012, along with Test Subject 1221, were Humanity’s last hope. But since you both failed miserably, this project has lost its credibility and can no longer continue.”
Sho suddenly feels stupid. He is seriously having trouble grasping the supposed gag behind his lover’s words. Because, this can’t be anything more than a freakin’ joke, right?
RIGHT?!
So where the hell is the freakin’ punch line?
“Wh-What project?” he asks dumbly, gradually losing himself in the agitation cruising through his nerves.
“I can’t tell you that,” Satoshi scoffs, his face twisting into a slight frown. “You’ve already put me in enough trouble when you tried to seduce me.”
Sho’s jaw drops at the smugly spoken accusation. “Wha—! Wait a minute, I didn’t—!”
“We can’t be together, Sho-chan. We both know that from the very start.” The older man sweeps his arms out in a dramatic gesture as the words keep flowing smoothly from his lips, not a single syllable mispronounced. “You’re just one of the millions of experimental data in this controlled environment my Masters have created for their own amusement.” He drops his arms to his sides and fixes a mournful gaze on Sho once again. “But since you failed, and my Masters currently have serious funding issues, I have no choice but to close down this project.”
For a brief moment Sho wonders if he’s somehow swapped brains with his lover, because there’s just no way he could’ve forgotten every single word he knew, except for a measly, “What?!” that’s all he’s able to say.
Satoshi gives him nothing but a tender look of woe, which only serves to pique his anxiety. The purple-clad man produces what looks like a joystick from an unseen pocket on his back and speaks again, “I hate to have to be the one do this, but I’m quite good at exterminating stuffs, and they don’t really trust me to do much of anything else.”
Sho stares at the threatening device in the other man’s hand and begins to panic. “What?!” he shrieks.
“Goodbye, Sho-chan...”
He barely sees his lover press the red button on top of the stick, before the blinding whiteness closes in and begins flooding his senses—
“HU-WHHHAAAAAATTT?!”
And just like that, the world vanishes in a flash of light...
Aiba’s Lovely Bones
Genre: Thriller
When Sho’s vision clears, he finds himself back at the studio, in front of the newbie staff peering worriedly into his face. He gives a start and frantically touches and pinches himself all over, checking to make sure all his parts are here and well-accounted for.
“Sakurai-san, are you all right?”
He stops short when he hears the now familiar line. It instantly brings his muddled mind into focus, hauling his senses back into the present. Quickly realizing with dread and humiliation that he has just acted like a complete idiot in front of this girl...
With the round, innocent eyes...
Who has been appearing, without fail, after each mind-numbing vision, saying and doing the exact same things...
Like clockwork...
He frowns warily at the newbie, as the heat from the passing embarrassment ebbs away from his cheeks. But before he gets a chance to confront the girl, who’s been staring at him with unperturbed curiosity, he catches sight of his lover entering the greenroom with his crumpled red jacket under his arm and what looks like a menacing scowl on his face.
The fleeting sight is enough to send his heart into a panicked uproar, his mind instantly filling up with a mélange of images from the passing visions he may or may not have seen in his head. He isn’t really sure what’s what anymore, just barely remembering to excuse himself as he dashes off in a daze. The relieved sigh hardly reaches his ear this time, as the girl instantly vanishes from his memories the moment he turns his back on her.
The first thing he notices when he enters the greenroom is the smell. The coppery, metallic scent wafts to his nose even before he catches sight of his lover standing at the table, holding a bright green phone in one hand and his pouch bag in the other.
The red jacket has been carelessly discarded on the chair beside the man, and Sho realizes with a start that the cloying smell of blood seems to be concentrated around it.
He raises his eyes to his lover and gasps when he meets the older man’s intense gaze. His heart practically freezes with dread as he watches one side of those captivating lips lift into a half grin—a terrifyingly smug expression of remorseless pride.
“Satoshi, what have you done?” he whispers under his breath, already knowing the answer somehow, but still stubbornly refusing to believe it.
His lover can’t be that bad, can he? Will Satoshi really go as far as to hurt someone—kill someone who poses a threat to his property?
“It’s nothing unusual, Sho-chan,” the older man replies casually as he stuffs Aiba’s green phone into his bag. “Just something that comes naturally in the sequence of things.”
His jaw slackens at his lover’s words, his attempts at masking the horrifying truth crumbling right before his eyes.
“I am your lover, right?” Satoshi says, his evil grin melting into an affectionate smile that only serves to heighten Sho’s agitation. “And you are mine. And Aiba-chan didn’t fit in anywhere, so I had to take care of him.”
A chilly numbness rushes through Sho’s nerves, making him almost buckle at the knees. “B-B-But, Satoshi, i-it w-was j-j-j-just f-f-fanservice!” he stutters, as he backs away slowly towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Satoshi’s smile vanishes and is instantly replaced by a suspicious frown. “You’re not going out to look for Aiba-chan, are you? Because you won’t find him.”
Sho is hardly listening anymore as he cautiously fumbles for the doorknob while trying his best not to break eye contact with his lover.
Satoshi keeps talking as the evil grin re-appears on his face. “I hid him real well. Although he might start smelling nasty soon—”
Sho’s hand finally grazes the knob, but Satoshi pounces on him with a wild grunt before he can even wrap his fingers around it. His lover grabs his wrist tightly, pulls him away from the door, and violently hurls him towards the couch. He lands on the cushion with a frightened shriek, and gasps as the older man trains a vicious glare on him.
“Don’t make me mad at you, too, Sho-chan,” Satoshi huffs warningly.
He gulps, hating the way he is violently trembling right now. Hating how he can’t even think of a way to get himself out of this nightmare.
He sniffs as frightened tears flow freely down his cheeks. Still, he tries his best to feign defiance as he stares at his lover.
Satoshi’s frown deepens. “You’re looking at me like you’re thinking what I did was wrong.”
Sho’s eyes widen with disbelief at the total absence of guilt in his lover. “Satoshi, you killed Aiba-chan...” he mutters under his breath, the truth suddenly becoming more real to him now that he’s put it into words.
“I did it for you.” Satoshi’s face softens into a pleading pout, scarier and more disturbing than his unmasked evil. “Doesn’t it make you happy?”
Sho’s heart fills with contempt and horror as the implication of what his lover said hits him. “SATOSHI, YOU KILLED AIBA-CHAN!” he screams, jumping to his feet and hurtling an angry fist at the older man.
Satoshi doesn’t even attempt to dodge the attack, taking it fully on his left cheek. Barely stumbling a couple of steps before quickly regaining a steady footing.
Sho gasps and backs away, stumbling into the couch. His own un-meditated brazenness has surprised him, but now that the vicious scowl is back on the other man’s face, he can practically feel his borrowed grit fizzling through his pores.
“I get it now. I guess it can’t be helped,” Satoshi mumbles ruefully as he rubs a hand to his cheek, his eyes suddenly glistening with tears. He turns around, grabs his pouch bag and red jacket from the table and starts walking dejectedly towards the door.
“Satoshi...” Sho calls out in a small voice. It has only taken a brief look into those tear-brimmed eyes to know what his lover is thinking and he suddenly feels the need to explain himself to the man.
Satoshi stops before the door and speaks without looking at him. “I’m not sorry about Aiba-chan. I’m just sorry you can’t be happy with him anymore.”
“Satoshi, it’s not like that!” Sho cries in frustration. Why is he even justifying his feelings to a murderer?
His lover turns to him, tears falling shamelessly from his mournful eyes. “Sho-chan, we’re done,” the older man says with piercing finality before opening the door and stepping out of the room.
The feeling of loss that the words stirred within him, along with the undeniable truth of Masaki Aiba’s death begin overwhelming Sho in his solitude. He sobs uncontrollably, clutching a hand to his aching chest. His breath hitches. His head throbs with pain. He gasps when his sight suddenly begins to spin.
Sho tips sideways on the couch as his mind shuts down completely...
Moment of Truth
Genre: Fluff
When Sho finally comes around, he finds himself lying on the couch in the greenroom, his hand tightly clutched in the warm confines of another hand. He turns his head to the side and sees Satoshi sitting on the floor, staring at him intensely.
“You’ve been overworking yourself again,” the older man mumbles in a calm, yet subtly reproachful voice.
He catches his breath and tries to keep himself calm as images from the passing vision start filling his head. A chill rushes through his nerves as his lover’s hold on his hand tightens.
“Sho-chan, what’s wrong?” Satoshi asks, his eyes flashing with worried agitation. “You’re trembling.”
“Wh-What happened?” he sputters weakly as he pulls himself up to sit, flinching as he feels his lover’s arm wrap around his shoulders to support him.
“Don’t you remember?” the older man asks, flopping casually beside him and squeezing his hand. “You fainted. Right after the shoot.”
The memory suddenly resurfaces in his mind, right through the clutter of images from the horrendous visions he just had. He remembers entering the greenroom with the rest of the guys, intentionally staying behind and as far away as possible from his lover, still bothered by what he did and how the older man has remained disturbingly passive about it.
He has gone straight to the clothes rack to retrieve his street clothes, catching sight of Satoshi fiddling with his pouch bag on the couch before the dizziness suddenly descended on him and he began to sway. He vaguely heard Jun calling out, “Sho-san!” amidst a confused clutter of things dropping and rubber soles squeaking before a pair of strong arms instantly wrapped around him. Satoshi’s voice echoed in his ear as he leaned into the embrace and allowed himself to drift away.
So he’s been lying here, unconscious, all this time. He did not really stay behind to talk with a newbie staff. He did not swing back and forth between those visions and the studio over and over until he was doubting his own sanity inside his own twisted dreams.
Dreams. They’ve all been just dreams. Satoshi did not really kiss Aiba. Satoshi did not really walk out of his life. Satoshi did not really die and turn into a charred ghost. Satoshi did not really cry because Sho kissed an ogre. Satoshi did not really cause the end of the world because Sho miserably failed some project.
And, most importantly, Satoshi did not really kill a bandmate.
Sho’s nerves gradually calm down as he regains his grip on reality. But then, he just has to catch a glimpse of the bright green phone in his lover’s other hand, and he begins to panic all over again.
He yanks his hand from the older man’s grip and jumps up, screaming, “Satoshi! Where the hell is Aiba-chan?!”
Satoshi frowns curiously at him, but replies calmly, “Sho-chan, he went home. All the guys were worried about you, but they have to be up early tomorrow so I told them I’ll stay and watch over you.”
“W-Why do you have his phone t-then?” he sputters incredulously, suddenly feeling stupid, but refusing to let his guard down so easily.
“Aiba-chan left it so they can call in to check on you,” the older man patiently explains. “I dropped my phone when I rushed to catch you. It’s broken up pretty badly.” He gestures with his hand to the table, and sure enough, the mangled device and all its loose parts are there.
Sho takes a deep breath and chuckles softly as he sits back down beside his lover.
“Sho-chan, what’s wrong?” Satoshi asks worriedly, wrapping an arm around him and gently pulling him closer.
He leans deeper into the warm embrace, resting his head on his lover’s chest and loving the calm rhythm of the older man’s heartbeat against his cheek. He closes his eyes and sighs, almost drifting away into oblivion again, until Satoshi whispers into his ear—
“I’m coming home with you tonight.”
Sho’s eyes snaps open, as images of a particular vision where his lover said those very same words rush through his mind. He sits right up and clutches the older man’s shirt with both hands, pleading with tears in his eyes. “No, please! Satoshi, let’s talk about this!”
Satoshi grasps his wrists gently and raises an eyebrow. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Tonight you’re going to rest. I’ll take care of you.”
Sho blinks, his hold on his lover’s shirt loosening just as the agitation in his heart ebbs away. “You mean, you’re staying the night?”
Satoshi chuckles heartily. “Of course! Sho-chan, why else would I be coming to your place?”
Sho completely lets go of his lover and takes a deep breath, trying yet again to regain his grip on reality. Those visions are messing up with his head, with his whole being. And he needs to chase them out of his memories soon before they completely overshadow his perceptions of reality—
“Something’s bothering you,” he hears Satoshi say matter-of-factly.
He turns to his lover and finally voices the question that’s been nibbling at his mind—the evil that’s been at the root of all those visions. “Are you not mad? About the kiss?”
“Eh?” Satoshi exclaims in unbridled surprise. “That’s what’s been bothering you?”
The exaggerated look of shock on his lover’s face only serves to annoy Sho. “I’m asking you seriously, Satoshi!”
Satoshi sighs deeply, cups his face into his warm hands and looks tenderly into his eyes, “Why would I be? It was just fanservice, after all.”
Sho smiles and closes his eyes as his lover’s lips cover his own. Satoshi’s hands slide down to his nape, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. His own arms wrap around his lover’s waist, pulling their bodies together, savoring the intimacy he has almost let himself believe he would never feel again.
A moan of displeasure escapes his throat as the older man gently pulls his lips away. He opens his eyes slowly and catches his breath when he sees his lover’s smile—
That disturbingly off smile with a subtle, almost indiscernible twist to it that gives it a sense of foreboding that only Sho Sakurai would know.
Satoshi’s thumbs start rubbing small circles on either side of his neck, inciting goose bumps all over his body. He gulps, and realizes with a start that he can’t even move an inch to save his life.
His lover presses their foreheads together and plants a light kiss on his trembling lips. “Consider this your first and final warning, though. Ne?” he whispers, as a glint of warning flits pass his eyes.
This time, there is no flash of light to blind Sho’s vision, and he’s not going back to his conversation with the newbie staff at the studio.
***I have nothing against Sakuraiba. It is in fact my third favorite pairing in the Arashi fandom. ♥
***I exploited Oh-chan’s purple-clad alien from the Allegra cm and the ink-covered zombie from VS Arashi 2013.03.07. I’m not sorry. xD
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: Fanservice
Word Count: 6731
Rating: PG-13
Genre: various (but generally Crack xp)
Summary: 7 ways Ohno reacted to the Sakuraiba kiss...
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from
rainbowfilling and the Notes: [possible] character death
There has been something really off about Satoshi Ohno’s smile ever since it happened. A subtle, almost indiscernible twist to it that gives it a sense of foreboding that only Sho Sakurai would know. Even the miniscule glints of warning in the corner of those deceptive eyes—alternating between open amusement and dazed indifference—are unmistakable.
He’d laughed at the aftermath of his actions, amazed at his own unflinching cheekiness and utterly pleased at the bustling cheers it got. But the moment his gaze caught on the fleeting glare in Satoshi’s eyes—there and gone in a split second—his smile froze awkwardly on his face.
Even though his partner has been acting like it does not affect him at all, going through the motions of the whole shoot like he does on any normal day, Sho knows better. Satoshi may not always speak about his feelings—may not even publicly show he cares for feelings at all—but the naturally deep and emotional artist does have ways and means of re-asserting his ownership on anything and anyone that belongs to him.
And as far as Sho Sakurai is concerned, Satoshi Ohno owns him.
And right now, this Satoshi Ohno is pissed.
This truth, combined with the fact that he’s been running on a mere couple hours of sleep, quite easily latches its claws into Sho’s mind, gradually filling his head with scenes and situations that may or may not have happened—
Images of his lover that is, may, or may never be...
With A Vengeance
Genre: Crack
Hoping not to have to face his lover’s wrath just yet, Sho purposefully stays behind after the shoot to chat with some of the staff members. He tries to put on a casual front, showing interest in every random thing that does not usually interest him at all. Smiling amiably and laughing appropriately, while desperately keeping his anxious heart from ripping through his chest.
They’ll eventually talk about it, of course. They have to. But not tonight. Not when every image seen and every emotion felt is still fresh in Satoshi’s mind. No, he’ll wait for the older man to leave before he retrieves his things from the greenroom.
It’s probably a good thing this is his last work for the day and he’s scheduled for a late start tomorrow...
Because it’s been close to an hour now since both Nino and Jun bid their goodbyes and there is still no sign of Satoshi leaving.
It bothers him, too, that he has not seen Aiba, either—
Sho begins to panic at this point. What if Satoshi never meant to confront him after all, and is now bearing down on Aiba instead? Mindlessly revealing that their relationship has gone way beyond mere fanfare, and viciously giving the younger man all sorts of threats to back off?
Or will Satoshi really stop at simply giving threats? What if he starts off whaling at the poor clueless guy? And Aiba, too stunned and too respectful of his elders, does not even attempt to fight back?
What if—? What if—?
“Excuse me,” he says with the best apologetic smile he can muster, “I have to go.”
The newbie staff who patiently stayed to keep him company after everybody else has moved on to other things, gives him a smile and a nod. He catches a whiff of her relieved sigh as he dashes off to the greenroom, realizing instantly that he has wasted that girl’s time, along with his own just because he can’t be brave enough to face his lover’s wrath head on.
And now Aiba has to suffer because of it. The poor clueless Aiba, who did not know the implications of what he did.
Aiba, who only wanted to give the fans happiness...
Aiba...
Aiba...!
“Aiba-chan!” He pulls the door open and rushes in, screaming, “Satoshi, stop! It was... just... fan... service?” His voice loses both strength and volume with each word as his mind begins to take in the sight before him.
There on the couch, locked in each other’s embrace, are Aiba and Satoshi, their lips still glistening from the kiss he has just interrupted.
Their top-bare bodies are slick with sweat, too, showing just how intense their activity has been.
“Sh-Sho-chan!” the panic-stricken Aiba croaks. He makes a move to leave, but Satoshi pulls him back down.
“Stay here,” his partner hisses, effectively making the younger man gulp and nod hesitantly.
Sho gulps, too, when Satoshi stands up and begins approaching him. At the back of his mind, he knows he is supposed to be feeling betrayed and angry. But under the intense and unfaltering glare currently trained on him, there is only room for fear and uncertainty in his heart.
“S-Satoshi...?” he mumbles, feeling his limbs start to tremble.
The older man reaches out and gently grabs his arm. “Sho-chan, we’re done,” he says in a low voice, teeming with finality.
Sho gasps and clutches a hand against the cold, sharp pain in his chest. He looks pleadingly at his partner’s straight face, desperately searching for something in there to help him understand.
“Aiba-chan’s a much better kisser than you are,” Satoshi replies to his unvoiced question, smoothly turning him towards the door. “And he sucks harder.”
The dazed Sho hardly notices as his smirking ex-lover pushes him out of the room. He stands in the hallway, lost and confused, as the door closes on his face.
Then, as the devastating truth begins sinking in, he feels his knees fold from under him, the pulsating pain in his chest building up into a piercing wail of agony—
“NOOOOOOO!!!!”
Fall To Pieces
Genre: Drama
Sho blinks and finds himself back at the studio, face to face with the newbie staff who has patiently stayed to keep him company.
He gradually regains complete grip on his senses and realizes with a start that his mouth is open in a voiceless “no”. He quickly closes it, clears his throat and tries his best to pull his rattled mind together.
“Sakurai-san, are you all right?” the girl before him asks, her innocent round eyes gleaming with concern.
“No,” the utterly flustered idol mumbles under his breath, still unsure of what just happened. It felt so real, and yet... And yet...
Seeing the look of worry in the newbie’s face reminds him of what he said. He lets out a snorting chuckle and sputters, “I mean, yes, of course. I’m fine.”
Was it a premonition? A sort of warning for something that’s just about to happen? Or was it just a dream? Is he even fully awake right now? What the hell is going on?!
“Ah, Mahou-chan, right?” he says, maintaining a smile despite the chaotic debate about what’s real and what’s not happening inside his head.
“Yes,” the girl replies, raising one un-plucked eyebrow, still obviously unconvinced by his poor attempt at lying.
“I have to go,” he mutters, a little distracted, as one half of his mind sneers at the other half that seems to believe that if he moves now, he just might be able to stop Aiba and Satoshi from kissing—
Mahou smiles back at him and nods.
He dashes off, but stops short when the faint sound of a relieved sigh—louder than he remembered—reaches his ear. He looks back, but the girl is already walking away.
He decides to forgive such insolence just this once as he makes it to the greenroom in a few hurried strides. When he is finally standing outside the door, he takes a deep breath and hisses a quiet “Yosh!” before opening it and charging in.
His screams of protest get caught in his throat as he takes in the sight before him. Satoshi turns to look at him, but only for a second, and with not much emotion showing on his face, before he goes back to stuffing his phone charger and his music player into his pouch bag.
Sho’s anxieties gradually begin to calm, especially after seeing that his lover is alone inside the room. There’s no sign of poor clueless Aiba anywhere. That should be good enough.
Right...?
“I’m coming home with you tonight,” Satoshi mumbles as he zips his bag close.
Sho’s heart trembles with relief and anticipation. His lover is coming over tonight! This Satoshi Ohno may be pissed, but the unsurprisingly considerate man is making an effort to reach out and talk!
Has be been imagining everything up to this point? Even the foreboding smile from earlier and the glint of warning in those eyes...?
Sho smiles and approaches the older man, feeling a little less anxious now. “Sure. You know you can come anytime.” He wraps his arms around his lover’s thin waist, rests his chin on his shoulder, and whispers teasingly into his ear, “I’ll make it up to you, all right?”
“No.”
The low voice thrums with a chill that cuts through his heart. His breath hitches when he feels his lover’s cold hands rather forcibly prying his arms off. His world starts to shake and get blurry as the hurtful voice buzzes on in his ear—
“I’m not staying. I’ll just get my things.”
Sho stares at his lover as tears start to sting his eyes. Satoshi won’t even look at him as he slings his pouch bag to his shoulder and dismally walks towards the door.
“B-But, Satoshi,” the embittered idol chokes out his final bid for mercy, for love. “It was just fanservice.”
His lover stops short of turning the knob, and in that brief moment a glimmer of hope sparks in Sho’s heart.
But the older man only turns around long enough to say, “Sho-chan, we’re done,” before opening the door and stepping out of the room.
He can practically feel his whole world crumbling to his feet...
Black Satoshi
Genre: Horror
“No,” Sho Sakurai whispers in a daze.
“Sakurai-san? Are you all right?” a girl’s worried voice cuts through his thoughts, making him blink and realize with a start that he’s back at the studio again.
He can hardly remember what they have been talking about, or whether they have really been talking or not. Has he been standing right here all this time? In a daze? His thoughts lost in that parallel universe where he’s just watched his lover walk out of that door? Out of his life?
“I have to go,” he mutters distractedly, still feeling the slight buzz of pain from the passing vision. “I have to see Satoshi...”
“Ohno-san already left with his manager,” the girl informs him before he can even take a step. “About an hour ago.”
He frowns, taking more time to process that information than normal. He has not seen Satoshi leave the greenroom, and he has been watching. Then again, didn’t he just come back from a daze? What the hell is going on here, seriously?!
The girl simply smiles and nods at him before taking her leave. This time, Sho hardly notices the relieved sigh as his phone starts vibrating in his pants pocket. He fishes it out quickly and feels his heart skip with anticipation and fear when he sees his lover’s name on the screen.
But there’s only static on the other line when he answers the call, and the occasional garbled words that he can hardly make out. Still, he keeps saying, “Hello?” as he hurriedly makes his way to the greenroom, hoping to get better reception there.
When he’s standing right outside the room, the line suddenly clears and for that brief moment, he finally hears Satoshi’s voice saying, “Sho-chan, we’re done,” before the call gets cut off.
The chill that fills his heart almost knocks his breath away, dulling all his senses. He is literally gasping for air, practically grasping for life as he reaches out and pulls the door open to the room he hopes to lock himself in for the rest of his life.
He is about to burst into tears, but ends up shrieking when he catches sight of his lover sitting on the couch, facing the opposite wall. He shrieks a second time when the door clicks close behind him.
But the older man does not even turn to look at him, does not even seem aware of his presence. Just sitting there, as still as stone, staring steadily into space.
“S-Satoshi?” Sho calls out as he cautiously approaches, his steps getting heavier and shakier with dread. Could that newbie staff have been mistaken? Did she really see Satoshi leave...? Why is the man still here, then?
And why isn’t he moving? He isn’t even blinking, for petesake!
“Satoshi?” Sho’s voice catches on a worried whimper. He frowns and stops in mid-stride, as a bracing numbness rushes through his veins. Only the right side of his lover’s face is visible to him, and not a single muscle is twitching there. Nothing at all to indicate that this Satoshi Ohno is alive and breathing.
He knows something’s definitely not right. But a part of him refuses to believe the seemingly illogical perception that’s been nibbling at his mind from the moment he entered this room and saw his lover.
“Satoshi, please. You’re scaring me,” he whines under his breath. His limbs start to tremble uncontrollably when the older man remains unresponsive. “Satoshi... I know you’re mad, but can we please talk about this? Can you please look at me, at least?”
Still no movement, no words, not even a faint sigh. Sho’s heart is now dribbling wildly inside his chest and a small voice in his head keeps telling him to leave the room quickly if he still values his life.
But he can’t just abandon his lover like that, can he? No matter what kind of strange character he’s playing, no matter how frightening he looks right now, Sho is determined to stay by the older man’s side.
“Satoshi,” he tries again, sounding more like a little boy begging for mercy. “Please. It was just fanservice. No need to act all weird about it.” He chuckles nervously at his own pathetic attempt at humor. A disturbingly prissy sound that instantly scales into a high-pitched squeak when the phone he is still holding in his hand starts vibrating once again.
Nino’s name is displayed on the screen, and for some reason the sight of it brings a shot of apprehension down his spine. He answers and is immediately met by fizzling static much like the one that grated his lover’s call a while back. The garbled words that make it through the buzz only serve to pique his fear—his intuitive sense that something unpleasant has just happened.
Something that involves “Leader...,” a “...car crash...,” and an “...explosion...”
Something that’s causing Nino to wail hysterically on the other line...
Something that makes Satoshi Ohno’s presence right now, here in this room, utterly and alarmingly impossible.
Sho instinctively turns to the door, fully intending to rush out of the room. He gasps when it wouldn’t even budge no matter how hard he turns the knob. A frightened sob escapes his throat when the light suddenly turns off and the room is cloaked in total darkness.
He lets his phone go and uses both of his hands to alternately try turning the knob and bang on the door. He is screaming at the top of his lungs for someone, ANYONE to please open the goddamn door from the other side.
The light flickers on again and when, out of morbid curiosity, he turns to check on Satoshi, his lover is no longer on the couch. The dread that’s rushing through his veins is beginning to turn his body rigid. His throat is constricting painfully, stirring up his gag reflex and almost completely choking out his cries for help.
The light dies out again and the ghastly smell of burning flesh starts clawing at his nose. It makes him retch violently and throw up part of his dinner. His bladder feels sorely heavy, too. His pounding heart is seriously hurting his chest, making it harder to breathe that his head is practically spinning now from lack of air.
The light flickers back on, but just long enough to show him the figure of a man, decked in charred flesh and fresh blood, standing in the middle of the room, gazing quietly at him with those terrifyingly familiar eyes. He gives up on the door and starts backing away, shrieking when darkness fell over the room once again.
He trips on something on the floor and topples backward. The light flashes on to show the charred man now crawling slowly on the floor towards him. His head swells from the sight and he completely loses control on his bladder.
This is the stuff of nightmares! This cannot be happening to him! This just can’t be real!
But the light keeps flickering on and off. The charred man is still creeping and twitching awkwardly on the floor, steadily closing the distance between them. The sight just wouldn’t go away! And the moment Sho’s back touches the wall is the same moment that he finally surrenders himself to the horrifying truth.
Real or not, there is no escaping this threat anymore. He is trapped. And the charred creature that was once his lover is going to catch up with him anyway, one way or another.
The darkness comes for the last time, and Sho’s mind screams soundlessly at the icy breath humming against his ear—
“We’re done.”
Wrong Charming
Genre: Fantasy
“Sakurai-san? Are you all right?”
For a moment, Sho thinks he is standing face to face with the charred man who, curiously enough, is asking him if he’s all right. He blinks and shakes his head and finally sees the newbie staff gazing worriedly back at him with those round and innocent eyes.
His body still feels a little stiff. His skin still tingling from the remnants of the numbing chill that had filled the passing vision. He gingerly sniffs the air to check if he really did wet his pants, too.
He didn’t. Of course, he couldn’t have. How could he if he’s been standing right here all this time to begin with.
Right...?
“Has Ohno-san left yet?” he asks, wanting to make sure the last vision doesn’t end up being a premonition.
The girl shakes her head. “He’s still in the greenroom, I think.”
He quickly excuses himself and dashes off, hardly noticing the sigh of relief this time. He makes it to the greenroom in a few hurried strides, opens the door and stops short when he catches sight of his lover sitting on the couch, as still as stone and staring sightlessly into space.
OH NO! he screams in his mind, gradually becoming convinced that everything he has seen in that vision is just about to turn into reality...
But then, Satoshi sniffs and turns to him, his eyes glistening with shamelessly shed tears.
Instead of feeling relieved, though, Sho finds a new reason to panic. “S-Satoshi...” He approaches his lover and kneels before him, clutching the older man’s beautiful, trembling hands in his own. “Satoshi, don’t cry. I’m sorry.”
Satoshi bows his head and slowly pulls his hands away. “Sho-chan, we’re done,” he sobs, choking on his tears.
Sho grabs his lover’s hands again. “No, Satoshi. It was just fanservice. Please...,” He pleads desperately as the tears start stinging his eyes.
Satoshi shakes his head dismally. “No. It’s out of my hands now. There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
“What?” Sho scrunches up his face in confusion, causing the first couple of tears to fall unbidden from his eyes.
His lover raises his head and fixes him a hard and steady gaze full of dejection and defeat. “You kissed the evil ogre, Sho-chan. You belong to him now.”
Sho suddenly feels the urge to laugh at the absurdity of what the older man said. But the loud crashing sound of the door toppling into the room clips the laughter in his throat, turning it into an unmanly shriek instead.
He turns and sees a huge, green and grumpy looking creature standing in the doorway. A familiar set of torn clothes hang loosely on its burly form, giving him a vague, yet ridiculously insane hint as to who it is... or used to be.
“A-Aiba-chan...?” he squeaks as his mind gradually comes to grips with his friend’s true form. And it horribly twists his stomach to realize that the terrifyingly ugly monster is sneering right at him.
He grasps his lover’s hands tighter, feeling confused when the older man does not even make an effort to hold on to him as Aiba the Ogre stomps toward them. “S-Satoshi...?”
“It’s out of my hands now,” Satoshi simply mutters resignedly, pulling his hands away a second time.
Sho’s eyes widen in disbelief as he watches his lover bury his tear-streaked face into his palms; then in shock, when he feels strong arms wrapping around his waist. The ogre yanks him violently from the floor and he starts screaming and struggling desperately.
It hoists him effortlessly over its shoulder and slaps his butt, making him shriek and then scream some more. Louder this time as the monster starts moving towards the door, taking him farther and farther away from his lover—
“NOOOOOO!”
Closing Time
Genre: Sci-fi
Sho comes crashing back to reality and the first thing he feels is the grimace of disdain straining his face. This is starting to feel like a joke to him, seriously!
“Sakurai-san, are you all right?”
He barely looks at the girl this time as he mumbles his excuse. Hardly even hears the sigh of relief anymore as he moves towards the greenroom in a semi-daze. He presses his palms against his temples and groans as he shakes his head violently, pointedly ignoring whatever reaction it got from the staff members he passes along the way.
He seriously needs to lie down and pull himself together. He can even hear a steady buzzing in his ear now and thought he’s just seen his arm fade out then back into existence. He holds his hands out before him to check. He looks down and all around himself to make sure no other body part is disappearing on him.
After confirming beyond any doubt that he’s still all here, he sighs deeply and laughs softly at himself. He seriously needs to lie down and maybe get a new set of senses in his sleep, since the ones he currently have are obviously malfunctioning—
And why is he suddenly thinking of himself like some kind of a machine?
Or... maybe something else?
Something that more appropriately fits the blindingly white chamber that greets him when he opens the door to their greenroom.
A blinding whiteness that seems to engulf his world, vanishing the door and the walls into oblivion, and focusing his sight on the lone figure of his lover, a flash of purple suit and tanned flesh in the middle of the piercing blankness.
Satoshi’s hair is purple, too. And a bit longer than he remembers. There is a large silver thunderbolt on his chest, looking sharp and garish against all that purple. Around his thin waist is a silver belt, accented by a rectangular buckle, simple yet attention-grabbing in its size.
The character looks vaguely familiar, but Sho, for the life of him, can’t quite figure out where he’s seen this before.
And he’s never seen Satoshi looking this serious and doleful, either, his unnaturally keen eyes brimming with both sympathy and regret.
“Sho-chan, we’re done.”
Although he has yet to completely wrap his mind around what’s happening, those gravely spoken words are easy enough to understand.
“B-But, Satoshi! It was just fanservice!” he sputters in a pleading voice, too afraid to move and drown into the sea of whiteness at his feet. He tries to keep himself steady as he trains his teary gaze on his partner.
The older man shakes his head woefully. “No. It was all just an experiment.”
His face scrunches up in utter confusion. “A what?!”
“An experiment,” Satoshi calmly replies, his eyes flashing with an unspoken, yet clearly discernible sorrow. “You, Test Subject 2012, along with Test Subject 1221, were Humanity’s last hope. But since you both failed miserably, this project has lost its credibility and can no longer continue.”
Sho suddenly feels stupid. He is seriously having trouble grasping the supposed gag behind his lover’s words. Because, this can’t be anything more than a freakin’ joke, right?
RIGHT?!
So where the hell is the freakin’ punch line?
“Wh-What project?” he asks dumbly, gradually losing himself in the agitation cruising through his nerves.
“I can’t tell you that,” Satoshi scoffs, his face twisting into a slight frown. “You’ve already put me in enough trouble when you tried to seduce me.”
Sho’s jaw drops at the smugly spoken accusation. “Wha—! Wait a minute, I didn’t—!”
“We can’t be together, Sho-chan. We both know that from the very start.” The older man sweeps his arms out in a dramatic gesture as the words keep flowing smoothly from his lips, not a single syllable mispronounced. “You’re just one of the millions of experimental data in this controlled environment my Masters have created for their own amusement.” He drops his arms to his sides and fixes a mournful gaze on Sho once again. “But since you failed, and my Masters currently have serious funding issues, I have no choice but to close down this project.”
For a brief moment Sho wonders if he’s somehow swapped brains with his lover, because there’s just no way he could’ve forgotten every single word he knew, except for a measly, “What?!” that’s all he’s able to say.
Satoshi gives him nothing but a tender look of woe, which only serves to pique his anxiety. The purple-clad man produces what looks like a joystick from an unseen pocket on his back and speaks again, “I hate to have to be the one do this, but I’m quite good at exterminating stuffs, and they don’t really trust me to do much of anything else.”
Sho stares at the threatening device in the other man’s hand and begins to panic. “What?!” he shrieks.
“Goodbye, Sho-chan...”
He barely sees his lover press the red button on top of the stick, before the blinding whiteness closes in and begins flooding his senses—
“HU-WHHHAAAAAATTT?!”
And just like that, the world vanishes in a flash of light...
Aiba’s Lovely Bones
Genre: Thriller
When Sho’s vision clears, he finds himself back at the studio, in front of the newbie staff peering worriedly into his face. He gives a start and frantically touches and pinches himself all over, checking to make sure all his parts are here and well-accounted for.
“Sakurai-san, are you all right?”
He stops short when he hears the now familiar line. It instantly brings his muddled mind into focus, hauling his senses back into the present. Quickly realizing with dread and humiliation that he has just acted like a complete idiot in front of this girl...
With the round, innocent eyes...
Who has been appearing, without fail, after each mind-numbing vision, saying and doing the exact same things...
Like clockwork...
He frowns warily at the newbie, as the heat from the passing embarrassment ebbs away from his cheeks. But before he gets a chance to confront the girl, who’s been staring at him with unperturbed curiosity, he catches sight of his lover entering the greenroom with his crumpled red jacket under his arm and what looks like a menacing scowl on his face.
The fleeting sight is enough to send his heart into a panicked uproar, his mind instantly filling up with a mélange of images from the passing visions he may or may not have seen in his head. He isn’t really sure what’s what anymore, just barely remembering to excuse himself as he dashes off in a daze. The relieved sigh hardly reaches his ear this time, as the girl instantly vanishes from his memories the moment he turns his back on her.
The first thing he notices when he enters the greenroom is the smell. The coppery, metallic scent wafts to his nose even before he catches sight of his lover standing at the table, holding a bright green phone in one hand and his pouch bag in the other.
The red jacket has been carelessly discarded on the chair beside the man, and Sho realizes with a start that the cloying smell of blood seems to be concentrated around it.
He raises his eyes to his lover and gasps when he meets the older man’s intense gaze. His heart practically freezes with dread as he watches one side of those captivating lips lift into a half grin—a terrifyingly smug expression of remorseless pride.
“Satoshi, what have you done?” he whispers under his breath, already knowing the answer somehow, but still stubbornly refusing to believe it.
His lover can’t be that bad, can he? Will Satoshi really go as far as to hurt someone—kill someone who poses a threat to his property?
“It’s nothing unusual, Sho-chan,” the older man replies casually as he stuffs Aiba’s green phone into his bag. “Just something that comes naturally in the sequence of things.”
His jaw slackens at his lover’s words, his attempts at masking the horrifying truth crumbling right before his eyes.
“I am your lover, right?” Satoshi says, his evil grin melting into an affectionate smile that only serves to heighten Sho’s agitation. “And you are mine. And Aiba-chan didn’t fit in anywhere, so I had to take care of him.”
A chilly numbness rushes through Sho’s nerves, making him almost buckle at the knees. “B-B-But, Satoshi, i-it w-was j-j-j-just f-f-fanservice!” he stutters, as he backs away slowly towards the door.
“Where are you going?” Satoshi’s smile vanishes and is instantly replaced by a suspicious frown. “You’re not going out to look for Aiba-chan, are you? Because you won’t find him.”
Sho is hardly listening anymore as he cautiously fumbles for the doorknob while trying his best not to break eye contact with his lover.
Satoshi keeps talking as the evil grin re-appears on his face. “I hid him real well. Although he might start smelling nasty soon—”
Sho’s hand finally grazes the knob, but Satoshi pounces on him with a wild grunt before he can even wrap his fingers around it. His lover grabs his wrist tightly, pulls him away from the door, and violently hurls him towards the couch. He lands on the cushion with a frightened shriek, and gasps as the older man trains a vicious glare on him.
“Don’t make me mad at you, too, Sho-chan,” Satoshi huffs warningly.
He gulps, hating the way he is violently trembling right now. Hating how he can’t even think of a way to get himself out of this nightmare.
He sniffs as frightened tears flow freely down his cheeks. Still, he tries his best to feign defiance as he stares at his lover.
Satoshi’s frown deepens. “You’re looking at me like you’re thinking what I did was wrong.”
Sho’s eyes widen with disbelief at the total absence of guilt in his lover. “Satoshi, you killed Aiba-chan...” he mutters under his breath, the truth suddenly becoming more real to him now that he’s put it into words.
“I did it for you.” Satoshi’s face softens into a pleading pout, scarier and more disturbing than his unmasked evil. “Doesn’t it make you happy?”
Sho’s heart fills with contempt and horror as the implication of what his lover said hits him. “SATOSHI, YOU KILLED AIBA-CHAN!” he screams, jumping to his feet and hurtling an angry fist at the older man.
Satoshi doesn’t even attempt to dodge the attack, taking it fully on his left cheek. Barely stumbling a couple of steps before quickly regaining a steady footing.
Sho gasps and backs away, stumbling into the couch. His own un-meditated brazenness has surprised him, but now that the vicious scowl is back on the other man’s face, he can practically feel his borrowed grit fizzling through his pores.
“I get it now. I guess it can’t be helped,” Satoshi mumbles ruefully as he rubs a hand to his cheek, his eyes suddenly glistening with tears. He turns around, grabs his pouch bag and red jacket from the table and starts walking dejectedly towards the door.
“Satoshi...” Sho calls out in a small voice. It has only taken a brief look into those tear-brimmed eyes to know what his lover is thinking and he suddenly feels the need to explain himself to the man.
Satoshi stops before the door and speaks without looking at him. “I’m not sorry about Aiba-chan. I’m just sorry you can’t be happy with him anymore.”
“Satoshi, it’s not like that!” Sho cries in frustration. Why is he even justifying his feelings to a murderer?
His lover turns to him, tears falling shamelessly from his mournful eyes. “Sho-chan, we’re done,” the older man says with piercing finality before opening the door and stepping out of the room.
The feeling of loss that the words stirred within him, along with the undeniable truth of Masaki Aiba’s death begin overwhelming Sho in his solitude. He sobs uncontrollably, clutching a hand to his aching chest. His breath hitches. His head throbs with pain. He gasps when his sight suddenly begins to spin.
Sho tips sideways on the couch as his mind shuts down completely...
Moment of Truth
Genre: Fluff
When Sho finally comes around, he finds himself lying on the couch in the greenroom, his hand tightly clutched in the warm confines of another hand. He turns his head to the side and sees Satoshi sitting on the floor, staring at him intensely.
“You’ve been overworking yourself again,” the older man mumbles in a calm, yet subtly reproachful voice.
He catches his breath and tries to keep himself calm as images from the passing vision start filling his head. A chill rushes through his nerves as his lover’s hold on his hand tightens.
“Sho-chan, what’s wrong?” Satoshi asks, his eyes flashing with worried agitation. “You’re trembling.”
“Wh-What happened?” he sputters weakly as he pulls himself up to sit, flinching as he feels his lover’s arm wrap around his shoulders to support him.
“Don’t you remember?” the older man asks, flopping casually beside him and squeezing his hand. “You fainted. Right after the shoot.”
The memory suddenly resurfaces in his mind, right through the clutter of images from the horrendous visions he just had. He remembers entering the greenroom with the rest of the guys, intentionally staying behind and as far away as possible from his lover, still bothered by what he did and how the older man has remained disturbingly passive about it.
He has gone straight to the clothes rack to retrieve his street clothes, catching sight of Satoshi fiddling with his pouch bag on the couch before the dizziness suddenly descended on him and he began to sway. He vaguely heard Jun calling out, “Sho-san!” amidst a confused clutter of things dropping and rubber soles squeaking before a pair of strong arms instantly wrapped around him. Satoshi’s voice echoed in his ear as he leaned into the embrace and allowed himself to drift away.
So he’s been lying here, unconscious, all this time. He did not really stay behind to talk with a newbie staff. He did not swing back and forth between those visions and the studio over and over until he was doubting his own sanity inside his own twisted dreams.
Dreams. They’ve all been just dreams. Satoshi did not really kiss Aiba. Satoshi did not really walk out of his life. Satoshi did not really die and turn into a charred ghost. Satoshi did not really cry because Sho kissed an ogre. Satoshi did not really cause the end of the world because Sho miserably failed some project.
And, most importantly, Satoshi did not really kill a bandmate.
Sho’s nerves gradually calm down as he regains his grip on reality. But then, he just has to catch a glimpse of the bright green phone in his lover’s other hand, and he begins to panic all over again.
He yanks his hand from the older man’s grip and jumps up, screaming, “Satoshi! Where the hell is Aiba-chan?!”
Satoshi frowns curiously at him, but replies calmly, “Sho-chan, he went home. All the guys were worried about you, but they have to be up early tomorrow so I told them I’ll stay and watch over you.”
“W-Why do you have his phone t-then?” he sputters incredulously, suddenly feeling stupid, but refusing to let his guard down so easily.
“Aiba-chan left it so they can call in to check on you,” the older man patiently explains. “I dropped my phone when I rushed to catch you. It’s broken up pretty badly.” He gestures with his hand to the table, and sure enough, the mangled device and all its loose parts are there.
Sho takes a deep breath and chuckles softly as he sits back down beside his lover.
“Sho-chan, what’s wrong?” Satoshi asks worriedly, wrapping an arm around him and gently pulling him closer.
He leans deeper into the warm embrace, resting his head on his lover’s chest and loving the calm rhythm of the older man’s heartbeat against his cheek. He closes his eyes and sighs, almost drifting away into oblivion again, until Satoshi whispers into his ear—
“I’m coming home with you tonight.”
Sho’s eyes snaps open, as images of a particular vision where his lover said those very same words rush through his mind. He sits right up and clutches the older man’s shirt with both hands, pleading with tears in his eyes. “No, please! Satoshi, let’s talk about this!”
Satoshi grasps his wrists gently and raises an eyebrow. “We’ll talk tomorrow. Tonight you’re going to rest. I’ll take care of you.”
Sho blinks, his hold on his lover’s shirt loosening just as the agitation in his heart ebbs away. “You mean, you’re staying the night?”
Satoshi chuckles heartily. “Of course! Sho-chan, why else would I be coming to your place?”
Sho completely lets go of his lover and takes a deep breath, trying yet again to regain his grip on reality. Those visions are messing up with his head, with his whole being. And he needs to chase them out of his memories soon before they completely overshadow his perceptions of reality—
“Something’s bothering you,” he hears Satoshi say matter-of-factly.
He turns to his lover and finally voices the question that’s been nibbling at his mind—the evil that’s been at the root of all those visions. “Are you not mad? About the kiss?”
“Eh?” Satoshi exclaims in unbridled surprise. “That’s what’s been bothering you?”
The exaggerated look of shock on his lover’s face only serves to annoy Sho. “I’m asking you seriously, Satoshi!”
Satoshi sighs deeply, cups his face into his warm hands and looks tenderly into his eyes, “Why would I be? It was just fanservice, after all.”
Sho smiles and closes his eyes as his lover’s lips cover his own. Satoshi’s hands slide down to his nape, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. His own arms wrap around his lover’s waist, pulling their bodies together, savoring the intimacy he has almost let himself believe he would never feel again.
A moan of displeasure escapes his throat as the older man gently pulls his lips away. He opens his eyes slowly and catches his breath when he sees his lover’s smile—
That disturbingly off smile with a subtle, almost indiscernible twist to it that gives it a sense of foreboding that only Sho Sakurai would know.
Satoshi’s thumbs start rubbing small circles on either side of his neck, inciting goose bumps all over his body. He gulps, and realizes with a start that he can’t even move an inch to save his life.
His lover presses their foreheads together and plants a light kiss on his trembling lips. “Consider this your first and final warning, though. Ne?” he whispers, as a glint of warning flits pass his eyes.
This time, there is no flash of light to blind Sho’s vision, and he’s not going back to his conversation with the newbie staff at the studio.
~1992*4##111~
***I have nothing against Sakuraiba. It is in fact my third favorite pairing in the Arashi fandom. ♥
***I exploited Oh-chan’s purple-clad alien from the Allegra cm and the ink-covered zombie from VS Arashi 2013.03.07. I’m not sorry. xD
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Date: 2013-04-15 06:23 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing.
I would seriously be scared if I were Sho, and never again would I try to do something like that. Oh-chan's scary.
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Date: 2013-04-27 02:40 am (UTC)Yes, Sho-chan should definitely be careful from now on. He’s just merely brushed the surface of Oh-chan’s creepiness, I think. Nobody really knows just how much this old man is capable of xDD~<3
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Date: 2013-04-15 07:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-27 02:40 am (UTC)I am really glad it incited those emotions, that was my full (evil) intention! –lol- I was kidding. I am really happy you found them all interesting. “Moment of Truth” is my favorite, too. ♥
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Date: 2013-04-27 02:44 am (UTC)I think I may have scared Sho too much in that particular vision -lol- And yes, I was sorta thinking of Naruse while I was writing Ohno as a murderer. I am really glad you enjoyed reading these visions.
mama!Sho should seriously think twice before doing something like this again. Who knows what papa!Ohno will do to him next? xD
And I love you more for always dropping by read my stuffs. Seriously, thank you very much! *hugs* ♥
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Date: 2013-04-15 08:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-27 02:47 am (UTC)I was waiting for someone to write one, too. But then, since nobody did I thought I might as well try doing it myself. I am really glad the angsty vision worked, too. I get angsty myself every once in a while. ~<3
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Date: 2013-04-15 12:08 pm (UTC)I couldn't stop smiling~
Thanks!
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Date: 2013-04-27 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-15 03:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-27 02:50 am (UTC)And I am really happy you found them funny, too, 'coz that was really what it was for--just full-on crack. xDD~<3
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Date: 2013-04-16 04:41 am (UTC)But I got scared in some parts to the point that even when I was reading the Fluffy part I was expecting some kind of twist...XDDD
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Date: 2013-04-27 02:52 am (UTC)Eh, really? I'm glad you finished it, though, despite it being scary.<3 *hugs*
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Date: 2013-04-19 08:00 am (UTC)you've written it very well
thank you :D
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Date: 2013-04-27 03:09 am (UTC)And you really think so? *blush* That makes me even more happier! Thank you! *hugs*
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Date: 2013-04-28 02:27 pm (UTC)*hugs u back ^o^
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Date: 2013-04-19 08:31 am (UTC)NOT coherent but coherent enough to say OMG, your skills are mad! YOU'VE GOT MAD FRIGGIN SKILLS THAT ARE TO DIE FOR.
I am extremeeeeeeeely jeally. I cannot write horror/thriller in anyway. Morbid I can but So I am definitely impressed and words cannot describe how awesome you are right now.
Though I really do say you are awesome. And yes, I've noticed this. Sho never gets kissed for fanservice. Grope, check. Hand holding, check. Subtle glances, check. Knowing shared smirks, check (mostly just with yama).
This be so awesome. gawd you are so....
iloveyou~♥
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Date: 2013-04-27 03:14 am (UTC)Honto ni??? Your comments themselves are always mad! -lol- But they always make me happy! Yay! Thank you very much! *hugs* And don't be jealous, you! You've got your own mad writing skills! And maybe you've just not gotten around to trying out those genres yet, that's why you feel that way. There's always a first time for everything. And you'll always have time to get a feel for these genres. I am not so confident about mine, myself -lol-
Yama's just awesome like that, yes? Sho kissed an old man once though, just like Ohno did all those years ago. But you're right. This be the first time I see him get kissed by a member! Hahaha!
and I love you, too, always. (for shotoshi!) ♥
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Date: 2013-05-11 07:52 am (UTC)I am mad. B-) I've accepted that a long time ago, Mad as the hatter yah? xD Anyway, I'm glad you find my story amusing. that's good. hahaha
8D~♥
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Date: 2013-05-12 02:47 am (UTC)Yup, I do! So keep those stories coming, ne. ~<3
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Date: 2013-05-20 08:34 pm (UTC)hai sensei!
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Date: 2013-05-22 05:33 am (UTC)I am really a Leo di Caprio fan, though. xD
Have you watched Who's Eating Gilbert Grape? <3
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Date: 2013-05-23 05:36 pm (UTC)...I like him enough, but my mom doesn't approve. /sigh
...no?
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Date: 2013-05-25 05:32 am (UTC)Eh? Why doesn't your mom approve? =(
My mom got me into Tom Cruise when I was a kid. I quickly outgrew it, lol!
You're pretty passionate when it comes to Sweeney. I wouldn't want to be at the opposite end of your butcher knife. xD ~<3a
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Date: 2013-07-04 06:07 pm (UTC)because he's older? Idk who i meant anymore. XDD
Mom just got me into books. :P
Because JD SANG. SANG~♫ w/o proper training. xDD ...I nearly skewered a friend in anger once. :3
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Date: 2013-07-19 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-23 12:38 am (UTC)But seriously I would never expect that a single yamapair writer will churn out several yamapair ones in a single post! It's like you've delve into every single 'possibilities' and the outrageousness are cleverly executed with the conviction that it was all a dream in the end; but you still wreck Sho's nerve with having him question his mind the whole time and it's wrecking mine too.
*hugs* thanks for your hard work on this one, I love the refreshing perspective it gave me.
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Date: 2013-04-27 03:19 am (UTC)This came about because I got tired waiting for someone to write a yama reaction to that event (and also because I was really just itching to write about it myself xD). And it got this long because I couldn't quite decide what approach to use, so I just tried approaching it from every possible angle -lol- It was rather ambitious, but I am really glad it worked somehow. ♥
And whoever said it was all just a dream...?
I was kidding! xDDD ~<3 *bighugs*