[Arashi] Calm Hearts
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neko_kirin3104Title: Calm Hearts
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: the dressing room
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG
Genre: Thriller
Disclaimer: All fiction. I swear.
Summary: Sho only wants the best for everyone.
Note: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rainbowfilling.
Warning: character death... maybe.
Wide smile. Loud presence.
It’s impossible to ignore Masaki when he’s in the room.
Strangely, he doesn’t seem to leave much of an impression.
And it’s just too bad, really. For someone so bright...
Bouncing around in his underwear.
Grabbing his jeans from the clothes rack—
“Sho-chan, hey!”
Cheerful—
“You waiting for someone?”
Alive—
“Yeah,” Sho says, casually approaching. “You.”
Sho’s retractable pen fits quite perfectly into that soft junction in Masaki’s neck.
The lavish blood splatter spritzes on Sho’s face before scrawling out artsy patterns on the wall.
Loud.
Bright.
Unforgettable.
Sho smiles, his heart rate barely passing 70.
Macchan. Macchan. Macchan.
With that pretty face that’s impossible to disguise.
Thick brows that boast of their own reputation.
Flashy attires. Flashier aura—
“Oi! You still here?”
So perfect in all the right places—
“You’re not waiting for me, are you?”
So imperfect in all the right ones, too—
“Yeah, I was,” Sho sneers, owning the joke. “What took you so long?”
The pen lodges itself into its favored spot quicker than Macchan can work out a reply.
He struggles, redirecting blood splatters to his own face.
Macchan’s always looked prettier in crimson.
Sho’s heart rate starts peaking at 90.
Nino.
The quiet and unruffled Nino.
A soothing, calming presence.
A natural charmer when he bothers to talk at all.
He snarks. He clings.
Though outside of the limelight, he’d really rather keep to himself.
Most people often mistake his self-effacing ways for coldness.
The poor kid just doesn’t wanna trouble anyone—
“Sho-chan, hi...”
But Sho knows Nino is made for greatness—
“You said you wanted to talk?”
Headlining newspapers all over the city by tomorrow morning—
“Uh, yeah...”
Punctuating the pool of his own illustrious blood...
Sho’s pen does its thing with precision.
His heart rate barely reaches 100.
Satoshi’s sleeping on the couch again.
Just sitting there, his head bent low.
Clueless.
Unaware.
And sly all at once—
“What have you been doing, Sho-chan?”
Sho’s just a little past 100 now. He can’t let himself get any higher—
“Been at it again, huh?”
Calmness breeds clarity.
Precision.
Success—
“Maybe...”
A little too much excitement ruins it all—
So...
He probably shouldn’t have let Satoshi kiss him.
But the man has already stabbed him through the chest with his own pen, quickly sending him up past 200.
“Touché...” he gasps, he smiles, his heart gradually dwindling away to 0—
Sho jolts from his restful slump on the couch, opens his eyes to his bandmates’ curious gazes—
“Dreaming again, huh?” Macchan’s eyebrow twitches.
“You’ll tell us about it later, ne, Sho-chan?” Masaki’s smile is equal parts expectant and teasing.
Nino sighs, bored. “Like he’d ever spill...”
Sho may have shrieked his throat hoarse, acted out in protest the entire time.
But as soon as the door closes, he sighs and settles back into his inner calm.
Satoshi turns a narrowed glance at him, a knowing smirk. “It’s about me, right?”
“Maybe...” Sho teases, unperturbed.
“It better be...” Satoshi teases back, a subtle warning, as he vacates the couch and heads for the door, his steady thumb casually clicking a retractable pen on the way.
Each taunting click coaxing Sho’s heart rate down to an even 60...
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: the dressing room
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG
Genre: Thriller
Disclaimer: All fiction. I swear.
Summary: Sho only wants the best for everyone.
Note: written for
rainbowfilling.Warning: character death... maybe.
Wide smile. Loud presence.
It’s impossible to ignore Masaki when he’s in the room.
Strangely, he doesn’t seem to leave much of an impression.
And it’s just too bad, really. For someone so bright...
Bouncing around in his underwear.
Grabbing his jeans from the clothes rack—
“Sho-chan, hey!”
Cheerful—
“You waiting for someone?”
Alive—
“Yeah,” Sho says, casually approaching. “You.”
Sho’s retractable pen fits quite perfectly into that soft junction in Masaki’s neck.
The lavish blood splatter spritzes on Sho’s face before scrawling out artsy patterns on the wall.
Loud.
Bright.
Unforgettable.
Sho smiles, his heart rate barely passing 70.
+++++
Macchan. Macchan. Macchan.
With that pretty face that’s impossible to disguise.
Thick brows that boast of their own reputation.
Flashy attires. Flashier aura—
“Oi! You still here?”
So perfect in all the right places—
“You’re not waiting for me, are you?”
So imperfect in all the right ones, too—
“Yeah, I was,” Sho sneers, owning the joke. “What took you so long?”
The pen lodges itself into its favored spot quicker than Macchan can work out a reply.
He struggles, redirecting blood splatters to his own face.
Macchan’s always looked prettier in crimson.
Sho’s heart rate starts peaking at 90.
+++++
Nino.
The quiet and unruffled Nino.
A soothing, calming presence.
A natural charmer when he bothers to talk at all.
He snarks. He clings.
Though outside of the limelight, he’d really rather keep to himself.
Most people often mistake his self-effacing ways for coldness.
The poor kid just doesn’t wanna trouble anyone—
“Sho-chan, hi...”
But Sho knows Nino is made for greatness—
“You said you wanted to talk?”
Headlining newspapers all over the city by tomorrow morning—
“Uh, yeah...”
Punctuating the pool of his own illustrious blood...
Sho’s pen does its thing with precision.
His heart rate barely reaches 100.
+++++
Satoshi’s sleeping on the couch again.
Just sitting there, his head bent low.
Clueless.
Unaware.
And sly all at once—
“What have you been doing, Sho-chan?”
Sho’s just a little past 100 now. He can’t let himself get any higher—
“Been at it again, huh?”
Calmness breeds clarity.
Precision.
Success—
“Maybe...”
A little too much excitement ruins it all—
So...
He probably shouldn’t have let Satoshi kiss him.
But the man has already stabbed him through the chest with his own pen, quickly sending him up past 200.
“Touché...” he gasps, he smiles, his heart gradually dwindling away to 0—
+++++
Sho jolts from his restful slump on the couch, opens his eyes to his bandmates’ curious gazes—
“Dreaming again, huh?” Macchan’s eyebrow twitches.
“You’ll tell us about it later, ne, Sho-chan?” Masaki’s smile is equal parts expectant and teasing.
Nino sighs, bored. “Like he’d ever spill...”
Sho may have shrieked his throat hoarse, acted out in protest the entire time.
But as soon as the door closes, he sighs and settles back into his inner calm.
Satoshi turns a narrowed glance at him, a knowing smirk. “It’s about me, right?”
“Maybe...” Sho teases, unperturbed.
“It better be...” Satoshi teases back, a subtle warning, as he vacates the couch and heads for the door, his steady thumb casually clicking a retractable pen on the way.
Each taunting click coaxing Sho’s heart rate down to an even 60...
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