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neko_kirin3104Title: Captain Chesuto and the Glitzy Valentine Fiend
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: Animal Kisses
Word Count: 2599
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Superhero
Summary: After a grueling fight with the giant interdimensional worm, Orgasmo, leaves Captain Chesuto suffering from a seemingly endless bout of spontaneous orgasms, his alter ego Sho Sakurai has to bear the brunt of its consequences. More so when good friend and amnesiac former lover Satoshi Ohno invites him out on a sort-of date.
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arashirabu’s a kiss, and all was said - 2015 challenge. Part of the Captain Chesuto series.
Warning: This may actually be a little heartbreaking... orz
There are a few sexual references, but I promise there’s no sex. ^^V
Nino told him it was going to past. That it’s not a permanent thing.
Also that he’s the dumbest piece of crap to ever come out of a horse’s backside.
Nino didn’t mince words when it came to him. Not that Nino had ever bothered mincing words with anyone else, really. But the kid’s especially abrasive when referring to Sho and his now very commonplace klutziness in the battlefield.
“You’re a superhero, Sho-san,” Nino snarled at him once. “Not a clown!”
It’s not that he was doing it on purpose, of course. And he sure as hell wasn’t underestimating his enemies, either.
At least, not deliberately.
It’s just that the interlopers slipping through the fleeting portals sporadically opening up all over the city weren’t making it any easier for him to focus on the task at hand.
Mostly he would really rather gawk, eyes wide and jaws slacking, at the weirdly shaped creatures growling, trembling, and sometimes even shrinking—literally—before him; then snort, if he still had the decency and maturity left not to burst out laughing instead, at how ridiculous this entire crusade was turning out to be.
His enemies were mostly harmless. Just non-violent floaters wanting to check out what’s on the other side of the wall. They were obviously not trained fighters, either—not that Sho could boast of a better status—and whatever fight Captain Chesuto had had to engage in was basically just the product of these curious interdimensional tourists’ knee-jerk reaction to fear and the threat of getting detained in a universe not their own.
And whatever bruises, cramps, swelling, sores and other battle scars he might’ve sustained were mostly of his own doing.
Sometimes, Sho did wonder if his limbs had a mind of their own. And if that mind was sabotaging him on purpose. Tripping him up on sidewalks. Deliberately missing a punch he had been sure was going to hit. Sending him whirling through empty space and slamming his masked face on a lamppost—
Or a car—
Or anything else, really, that wasn’t the villain he was supposed to be beating up on...
But he had always managed to win, albeit by some miracle. Incapacitating the interlopers and bringing them back to their command center, tucked away in the deepest folds of Mimura Forest, so that Nino could throw them back to their worlds.
And between him and Nino, along with the obsessively fussy Jun and the overly spirited Tohma, they had a good pace going. Ridding their city of potentially dangerous visitors, one wide-eyed freak at a time.
But the interdimensional cosmos apparently didn’t take too well to this. And so threw a wedge through their perfectly established routine.
Orgasmo was the first villain to come through with the pure intention of causing havoc to Tempest City. Not to mention that being an overgrown worm that looked more like a giant penis slithering down the road, overturning cars and covering everything that moved in a milky white goo squirting out of the smirking orifice on top of its phallic-shaped head, was really just asking for trouble.
They all knew Captain Chesuto was going to end up heavily slimed even before the unfortunate fight began.
And although none of them had anticipated what happened next, they all ended up reflexively eye-rolling and snickering into their elbows when the embattled superhero, even after knocking out the enemy with a lucky concussion blast from his palm, was himself suddenly wilting to his knees, muttering curses to himself while consciously cupping his hands to his groin like he was having his first real boner in years in the most unfavorable situation.
A defeated groan and one rather euphoric moan shortly afterwards, and the satiated, gunk-covered protector of Tempest City was out. Slumped face down on the ground in a half faint and shameless afterglow.
It had been a day and a half since.
And Sho Sakurai was still suffering through wave after wave of unprovoked sexual climaxes gripping at his nerves, at his entire being, beating him up raw, and literally paralyzing him—body, mind, balls, and soul—hours after he had supposedly won the fight.
Nino assured him it was going to past.
Sho could only hope it would do so before he ended up bleeding in places he shouldn’t be bleeding in.
“Sho-kun?”
Sho blinked and somehow managed not to grunt at the tension quickly building up in his pants. He knew he shouldn’t have come today, but he had already made a promise to meet Satoshi here for lunch long before his better judgment could protest his stupidity.
There was just no way he was missing out on this. Not when he and his ex, who had lost all of his memories because of Sho’s own doing, was slowly, yet beautifully progressing through their friendship,
Slowly and beautifully re-tracing the path back to how they were before.
Slowly and surely falling in-love all over again...
At least, that’s what Sho would rather keep telling himself—
He took a deep breath, grappling for the most non-sexual thoughts he could possibly rake out of his sexually muddled head.
Mind over matter, Ai-chan had advised him a couple of hours ago, when he came to her boutique to get fitted for his new superhero ensemble (because there was absolutely no way in hell he was ever going to wear his old, slimed-up suit again!).
Mind over matter...
Mind over matter...
Non-sexual thoughts...
Think... Just think...
Blink...
Wink...
KINK—
“Are you all right?”
“Uh...”
Satoshi chuckled softly. A curiously calming sound that he very rarely heard before.
When Satoshi was still his.
And he was all Satoshi’s.
And Satoshi’s sole purpose in life was to keep Sho safe.
To keep Sho by his side.
Even at the expense of his own life—
Shit...
Kit.
Grit.
Brit.
SQUIRT—
“You don’t look okay,” Satoshi said, his eyes now narrowing in concern. A look that’s familiar enough to tighten the knot of desire in Sho’s gut, effortlessly heaving it up to dangerous levels. “Do you wanna go someplace else?”
Sho’s eyes widened as indecent words got caught in his throat, almost choking his breath, teasing his waning self-control with the still vivid memories of their most intimate times together—
BUGS!
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
THUGS!
“Yeah. I mean, I love this place... I could come and eat forever at this place...”
“I know...”
HOLY MOTHER OF ... SLUGS—!
RUGS!
PUGS!
PLUGS—
“I, uh... I’ve had many good memories in this place... Special memories... You know?”
Satoshi looked straight into his eyes. The depth in them tugging at parts of Sho that it shouldn’t be tugging at. “Kinki Kids, ne? I’m pretty sure I’ve had loads of memories in here, too. I just can’t remember them at the moment.”
Sho’s mind just went blank.
His crotch was getting disturbingly fuller—
Satoshi let out a breathy giggle at his own expense, giving too much justice to his stylishly ruffled black hair, the boyish crinkles in his gentle eyes, the tender twitch of his chin, that it took everything Sho had not to start spasming right then and there.
SHRUGS!
THUGS!
MUGS!
HUGS—
“You can always make new ones...” he managed to tease somehow.
“I’m making one now...” Satoshi dug out a ring box from his pocket and flipped it open with a proud smile that could’ve almost overwhelmed the pompous sparkle of the solitaire diamond ring that was suddenly winking at Sho.
A chaste-looking princess-cut diamond sitting on a delicately crafted four-pronged white-gold band.
Simple yet exceptional enough to have been made by the very hands that were showing it off now, in a custom-made wooden box carefully padded in contrasting black to make the ring stand out.
Sho didn’t even notice until then how a couple of Satoshi’s fingers were modestly wrapped in flesh-colored band-aids, which alone spoke volumes of just how special this ring was.
His breath hitched; his mind drawing another blank.
“S-Satoshi, I—”
“I want you to be the first to know, Sho-kun...”
Sho’s mind was already screaming out the answer before Satoshi could even ask the question.
Before he could even gather enough sense back to notice that the ring was painfully too small for him—
“I’m proposing to Kyoko tonight...”
Sho could almost hear the nasty way his heart shattered. Tried to cover the sheen of pain blurring his eyes with an amused smile while he literally shrunk in his pants. “Fukakyon, huh?”
Satoshi nodded, setting the ring on the table to grab Sho’s hands, clasping them in both of his in an impassioned gesture of gratitude. “I owe this all to you.”
“M-Me?” Sho chuckled, almost choking himself on his fake delight.
Satoshi gripped Sho’s hands tighter, resting his chin on the clump of their intertwined fists. “For being my friend and giving me sound advice about treating her right. Making her happy... Making an effort to keep her. To show her how special she is everyday...”
“Oh...” Sho mumbled, trying hard not to punch himself in the face.
He did say those words once.
He did give Satoshi sound relationship advice.
He did all his best to play it nice, because it was the right thing to do.
Because Fukakyon was his friend, too—
Because he was hoping somewhere deep inside his heart that Satoshi would still choose him in the end.
Remember him, somehow...
Remember the Satoshi who loved with all his heart, without worries. Without fear.
The Satoshi who loved no one else but Sho...
Who fought with all he’s got, defying everything and everyone...
For Sho.
He should’ve known it was a stupid idea from the very start.
But Nino did always say he was the dumbest piece of crap to ever come out of a horse’s backside—
“Thank you,” Satoshi said, closing his eyes and pressing Sho’s hands to his lips. A gesture that surprised both of them, and gave them all the unspoken questions they needed to gaze into each other’s eyes.
It was Sho who looked away first, snorting while pulling his hands out of Satoshi’s grip. “You still owe me lunch.”
Satoshi’s hearty laughter was like a sucker punch to the gut. “Right.”
The sound of the ring box snapping close and disappearing quietly back into Satoshi’s pocket was the final requiem to the crumbled pieces of Sho’s most cherished daydreams—
He didn’t even realize when the disturbingly persistent orgasm had stopped.
But it did.
All it took was a chaste kiss to his hands.
And the lingering image of an engagement ring that Satoshi Ohno made for someone else.
He probably shouldn’t be touching the Venetian mask he was wearing when Orgasmo slimed him up, but Sho Sakurai wasn’t really thinking straight anymore.
He had insisted on keeping the mask. Had personally seen to it that it was cleaned and sterilized enough for the next battle.
He had been turning it over and over in his hands. Sighing heavily against the tears building up at the back of his eyes while seriously contemplating disposing of the mask, too.
There was no reason to keep it anymore. He had also been making repetitive mental notes to take the cufflinks Satoshi had designed for him in the form of identical chipmunks munching on a giant nut, back to Becky, who painstakingly crafted it, first thing tomorrow morning.
He looked at his watch. It was already eight. In a few minutes, Satoshi would be popping the question to Kyoko.
And Sho would be here, moping all alone in the Chesuto Team’s secret cabin, because Jun, the once goofy kid who tailed Sho everywhere, had now grown into a fine young man who had apparently just scored a date with his school crush, Mao.
And the pretty much unchanged Tohma was down with the sniffles.
And Nino... Well, the mostly crabby bespectacled rascal behind this whole operation was somewhere doing his own stuffs. Probably...
Sho had been staying here for hours. Slouched on a chair in front of their monitors, hoping almost desperately for a good excuse to let off some steam.
He had never wanted to just go out there and fight as much as he did now.
It didn’t even matter that he currently had no suit to wear. He’d go out there naked if he had to.
He had the mask after all...
But the villains weren’t coming.
They hadn’t been coming ever since Orgasmo brought Captain Chesuto down to his knees even after getting knocked out cold.
They were all probably too busy laughing at him now to even bother crossing random portals.
And then there was that ring, whose burned image in his head he would happily trade for a dozen vindictive Orgasmos—
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.”
Sho squeaked and almost jumped out of the swivel chair, and in his surprise dropping the charcoal-colored mask that he had apparently been tapping unconsciously to his lips.
“Bad day?” Nino asked while his fingers flittered across the keyboard, his eyes making a quick sweep of their monitors.
Sho let out a loaded sigh that was both an answer and a dismissal, before bending over to pick his mask from the floor.
Nino kicked it under the table.
“HEY!” Sho squawked, glaring at the smirking boy before slipping off the chair, down to his knees in a stubborn attempt to retrieve his mask.
He stopped short when Nino dropped a box in front of him. “What’s this?”
“Something to cheer you up,” the kid said.
Sho snorted and grabbed the box, letting out a soft whistle of admiration when he saw what was inside it.
“It’s compressible micro-fabric,” Nino explains, crouching down beside Sho. “Fits snugly into the curves of your face and won’t hinder your vision. You won’t even know it’s there.”
Sho pulls the eye mask out of the box, dangling it between his and Nino’s faces with a frown. “It’s red.”
“Yes,” Nino drawls. “It’ll match your new suit perfectly.”
“But it’s red!” Sho insisted, still not sold on the idea of wearing a red mask with a black suit.
“Yeah.” Nino grinned smugly. “As will your new ensemble be.”
Sho could only gulp and avert his eyes, quickly pulling himself up to his feet.
Because every space he shared with Nino always had an uncanny way of suffocating him. He would never get used to the tiny shivers of anxiety the younger boy’s probing gaze always sent crawling up and down his spine.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, dropping the red mask back to the box, setting the box on table beside the monitors.
He would’ve seriously fought for black and the Venetian mask that was still under the table, if he weren’t tired out of his mind with sadness and regret. And a whole lot of other unhealthy emotions he couldn’t even be bothered processing right now—
“It’ll get better, ‘Nii-chan...” Nino said, his voice unusually mild. Concerned. Knowing.
And Sho couldn’t help smiling over it. Because no matter how much Nino’s presence could sometimes wear him out, he also always had a special fondness for the way the boy called him big brother.
Like he could almost trust Nino with everything.
Like he could almost believe the boy would never ever leave his side—
“I know...” he lied, picking the red mask up again. Turning it over in his hands. Slowly getting sold on it.
Things weren’t making complete sense to him yet.
But he knew in time they would—
“Captain Chesuto’s got better things to do,” he mumbled.
He could finally start letting go now, too...
~Sho’s Red Arashi, after all. It’s just fitting that he should be in a red suit, ne~. XD
~Also, Captain Chesuto will always be a Yama pair fic. As to how that’s going to happen from here, I still have to figure it out. ^^<3
~Also, Satoshi originally designed a chipmunk brooch for Sho (I haven’t forgotten that), but I thought it’s more appropriate to change it to cufflinks. ^^V
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: Animal Kisses
Word Count: 2599
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Superhero
Summary: After a grueling fight with the giant interdimensional worm, Orgasmo, leaves Captain Chesuto suffering from a seemingly endless bout of spontaneous orgasms, his alter ego Sho Sakurai has to bear the brunt of its consequences. More so when good friend and amnesiac former lover Satoshi Ohno invites him out on a sort-of date.
Note: for
arashirabu’s a kiss, and all was said - 2015 challenge. Part of the Captain Chesuto series.Warning: This may actually be a little heartbreaking... orz
There are a few sexual references, but I promise there’s no sex. ^^V
Nino told him it was going to past. That it’s not a permanent thing.
Also that he’s the dumbest piece of crap to ever come out of a horse’s backside.
Nino didn’t mince words when it came to him. Not that Nino had ever bothered mincing words with anyone else, really. But the kid’s especially abrasive when referring to Sho and his now very commonplace klutziness in the battlefield.
“You’re a superhero, Sho-san,” Nino snarled at him once. “Not a clown!”
It’s not that he was doing it on purpose, of course. And he sure as hell wasn’t underestimating his enemies, either.
At least, not deliberately.
It’s just that the interlopers slipping through the fleeting portals sporadically opening up all over the city weren’t making it any easier for him to focus on the task at hand.
Mostly he would really rather gawk, eyes wide and jaws slacking, at the weirdly shaped creatures growling, trembling, and sometimes even shrinking—literally—before him; then snort, if he still had the decency and maturity left not to burst out laughing instead, at how ridiculous this entire crusade was turning out to be.
His enemies were mostly harmless. Just non-violent floaters wanting to check out what’s on the other side of the wall. They were obviously not trained fighters, either—not that Sho could boast of a better status—and whatever fight Captain Chesuto had had to engage in was basically just the product of these curious interdimensional tourists’ knee-jerk reaction to fear and the threat of getting detained in a universe not their own.
And whatever bruises, cramps, swelling, sores and other battle scars he might’ve sustained were mostly of his own doing.
Sometimes, Sho did wonder if his limbs had a mind of their own. And if that mind was sabotaging him on purpose. Tripping him up on sidewalks. Deliberately missing a punch he had been sure was going to hit. Sending him whirling through empty space and slamming his masked face on a lamppost—
Or a car—
Or anything else, really, that wasn’t the villain he was supposed to be beating up on...
But he had always managed to win, albeit by some miracle. Incapacitating the interlopers and bringing them back to their command center, tucked away in the deepest folds of Mimura Forest, so that Nino could throw them back to their worlds.
And between him and Nino, along with the obsessively fussy Jun and the overly spirited Tohma, they had a good pace going. Ridding their city of potentially dangerous visitors, one wide-eyed freak at a time.
But the interdimensional cosmos apparently didn’t take too well to this. And so threw a wedge through their perfectly established routine.
Orgasmo was the first villain to come through with the pure intention of causing havoc to Tempest City. Not to mention that being an overgrown worm that looked more like a giant penis slithering down the road, overturning cars and covering everything that moved in a milky white goo squirting out of the smirking orifice on top of its phallic-shaped head, was really just asking for trouble.
They all knew Captain Chesuto was going to end up heavily slimed even before the unfortunate fight began.
And although none of them had anticipated what happened next, they all ended up reflexively eye-rolling and snickering into their elbows when the embattled superhero, even after knocking out the enemy with a lucky concussion blast from his palm, was himself suddenly wilting to his knees, muttering curses to himself while consciously cupping his hands to his groin like he was having his first real boner in years in the most unfavorable situation.
A defeated groan and one rather euphoric moan shortly afterwards, and the satiated, gunk-covered protector of Tempest City was out. Slumped face down on the ground in a half faint and shameless afterglow.
It had been a day and a half since.
And Sho Sakurai was still suffering through wave after wave of unprovoked sexual climaxes gripping at his nerves, at his entire being, beating him up raw, and literally paralyzing him—body, mind, balls, and soul—hours after he had supposedly won the fight.
Nino assured him it was going to past.
Sho could only hope it would do so before he ended up bleeding in places he shouldn’t be bleeding in.
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+
“Sho-kun?”
Sho blinked and somehow managed not to grunt at the tension quickly building up in his pants. He knew he shouldn’t have come today, but he had already made a promise to meet Satoshi here for lunch long before his better judgment could protest his stupidity.
There was just no way he was missing out on this. Not when he and his ex, who had lost all of his memories because of Sho’s own doing, was slowly, yet beautifully progressing through their friendship,
Slowly and beautifully re-tracing the path back to how they were before.
Slowly and surely falling in-love all over again...
At least, that’s what Sho would rather keep telling himself—
He took a deep breath, grappling for the most non-sexual thoughts he could possibly rake out of his sexually muddled head.
Mind over matter, Ai-chan had advised him a couple of hours ago, when he came to her boutique to get fitted for his new superhero ensemble (because there was absolutely no way in hell he was ever going to wear his old, slimed-up suit again!).
Mind over matter...
Mind over matter...
Non-sexual thoughts...
Think... Just think...
Blink...
Wink...
KINK—
“Are you all right?”
“Uh...”
Satoshi chuckled softly. A curiously calming sound that he very rarely heard before.
When Satoshi was still his.
And he was all Satoshi’s.
And Satoshi’s sole purpose in life was to keep Sho safe.
To keep Sho by his side.
Even at the expense of his own life—
Shit...
Kit.
Grit.
Brit.
SQUIRT—
“You don’t look okay,” Satoshi said, his eyes now narrowing in concern. A look that’s familiar enough to tighten the knot of desire in Sho’s gut, effortlessly heaving it up to dangerous levels. “Do you wanna go someplace else?”
Sho’s eyes widened as indecent words got caught in his throat, almost choking his breath, teasing his waning self-control with the still vivid memories of their most intimate times together—
BUGS!
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
THUGS!
“Yeah. I mean, I love this place... I could come and eat forever at this place...”
“I know...”
HOLY MOTHER OF ... SLUGS—!
RUGS!
PUGS!
PLUGS—
“I, uh... I’ve had many good memories in this place... Special memories... You know?”
Satoshi looked straight into his eyes. The depth in them tugging at parts of Sho that it shouldn’t be tugging at. “Kinki Kids, ne? I’m pretty sure I’ve had loads of memories in here, too. I just can’t remember them at the moment.”
Sho’s mind just went blank.
His crotch was getting disturbingly fuller—
Satoshi let out a breathy giggle at his own expense, giving too much justice to his stylishly ruffled black hair, the boyish crinkles in his gentle eyes, the tender twitch of his chin, that it took everything Sho had not to start spasming right then and there.
SHRUGS!
THUGS!
MUGS!
HUGS—
“You can always make new ones...” he managed to tease somehow.
“I’m making one now...” Satoshi dug out a ring box from his pocket and flipped it open with a proud smile that could’ve almost overwhelmed the pompous sparkle of the solitaire diamond ring that was suddenly winking at Sho.
A chaste-looking princess-cut diamond sitting on a delicately crafted four-pronged white-gold band.
Simple yet exceptional enough to have been made by the very hands that were showing it off now, in a custom-made wooden box carefully padded in contrasting black to make the ring stand out.
Sho didn’t even notice until then how a couple of Satoshi’s fingers were modestly wrapped in flesh-colored band-aids, which alone spoke volumes of just how special this ring was.
His breath hitched; his mind drawing another blank.
“S-Satoshi, I—”
“I want you to be the first to know, Sho-kun...”
Sho’s mind was already screaming out the answer before Satoshi could even ask the question.
Before he could even gather enough sense back to notice that the ring was painfully too small for him—
“I’m proposing to Kyoko tonight...”
Sho could almost hear the nasty way his heart shattered. Tried to cover the sheen of pain blurring his eyes with an amused smile while he literally shrunk in his pants. “Fukakyon, huh?”
Satoshi nodded, setting the ring on the table to grab Sho’s hands, clasping them in both of his in an impassioned gesture of gratitude. “I owe this all to you.”
“M-Me?” Sho chuckled, almost choking himself on his fake delight.
Satoshi gripped Sho’s hands tighter, resting his chin on the clump of their intertwined fists. “For being my friend and giving me sound advice about treating her right. Making her happy... Making an effort to keep her. To show her how special she is everyday...”
“Oh...” Sho mumbled, trying hard not to punch himself in the face.
He did say those words once.
He did give Satoshi sound relationship advice.
He did all his best to play it nice, because it was the right thing to do.
Because Fukakyon was his friend, too—
Because he was hoping somewhere deep inside his heart that Satoshi would still choose him in the end.
Remember him, somehow...
Remember the Satoshi who loved with all his heart, without worries. Without fear.
The Satoshi who loved no one else but Sho...
Who fought with all he’s got, defying everything and everyone...
For Sho.
He should’ve known it was a stupid idea from the very start.
But Nino did always say he was the dumbest piece of crap to ever come out of a horse’s backside—
“Thank you,” Satoshi said, closing his eyes and pressing Sho’s hands to his lips. A gesture that surprised both of them, and gave them all the unspoken questions they needed to gaze into each other’s eyes.
It was Sho who looked away first, snorting while pulling his hands out of Satoshi’s grip. “You still owe me lunch.”
Satoshi’s hearty laughter was like a sucker punch to the gut. “Right.”
The sound of the ring box snapping close and disappearing quietly back into Satoshi’s pocket was the final requiem to the crumbled pieces of Sho’s most cherished daydreams—
He didn’t even realize when the disturbingly persistent orgasm had stopped.
But it did.
All it took was a chaste kiss to his hands.
And the lingering image of an engagement ring that Satoshi Ohno made for someone else.
+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+
He probably shouldn’t be touching the Venetian mask he was wearing when Orgasmo slimed him up, but Sho Sakurai wasn’t really thinking straight anymore.
He had insisted on keeping the mask. Had personally seen to it that it was cleaned and sterilized enough for the next battle.
He had been turning it over and over in his hands. Sighing heavily against the tears building up at the back of his eyes while seriously contemplating disposing of the mask, too.
There was no reason to keep it anymore. He had also been making repetitive mental notes to take the cufflinks Satoshi had designed for him in the form of identical chipmunks munching on a giant nut, back to Becky, who painstakingly crafted it, first thing tomorrow morning.
He looked at his watch. It was already eight. In a few minutes, Satoshi would be popping the question to Kyoko.
And Sho would be here, moping all alone in the Chesuto Team’s secret cabin, because Jun, the once goofy kid who tailed Sho everywhere, had now grown into a fine young man who had apparently just scored a date with his school crush, Mao.
And the pretty much unchanged Tohma was down with the sniffles.
And Nino... Well, the mostly crabby bespectacled rascal behind this whole operation was somewhere doing his own stuffs. Probably...
Sho had been staying here for hours. Slouched on a chair in front of their monitors, hoping almost desperately for a good excuse to let off some steam.
He had never wanted to just go out there and fight as much as he did now.
It didn’t even matter that he currently had no suit to wear. He’d go out there naked if he had to.
He had the mask after all...
But the villains weren’t coming.
They hadn’t been coming ever since Orgasmo brought Captain Chesuto down to his knees even after getting knocked out cold.
They were all probably too busy laughing at him now to even bother crossing random portals.
And then there was that ring, whose burned image in his head he would happily trade for a dozen vindictive Orgasmos—
“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.”
Sho squeaked and almost jumped out of the swivel chair, and in his surprise dropping the charcoal-colored mask that he had apparently been tapping unconsciously to his lips.
“Bad day?” Nino asked while his fingers flittered across the keyboard, his eyes making a quick sweep of their monitors.
Sho let out a loaded sigh that was both an answer and a dismissal, before bending over to pick his mask from the floor.
Nino kicked it under the table.
“HEY!” Sho squawked, glaring at the smirking boy before slipping off the chair, down to his knees in a stubborn attempt to retrieve his mask.
He stopped short when Nino dropped a box in front of him. “What’s this?”
“Something to cheer you up,” the kid said.
Sho snorted and grabbed the box, letting out a soft whistle of admiration when he saw what was inside it.
“It’s compressible micro-fabric,” Nino explains, crouching down beside Sho. “Fits snugly into the curves of your face and won’t hinder your vision. You won’t even know it’s there.”
Sho pulls the eye mask out of the box, dangling it between his and Nino’s faces with a frown. “It’s red.”
“Yes,” Nino drawls. “It’ll match your new suit perfectly.”
“But it’s red!” Sho insisted, still not sold on the idea of wearing a red mask with a black suit.
“Yeah.” Nino grinned smugly. “As will your new ensemble be.”
Sho could only gulp and avert his eyes, quickly pulling himself up to his feet.
Because every space he shared with Nino always had an uncanny way of suffocating him. He would never get used to the tiny shivers of anxiety the younger boy’s probing gaze always sent crawling up and down his spine.
“Whatever,” he mumbled, dropping the red mask back to the box, setting the box on table beside the monitors.
He would’ve seriously fought for black and the Venetian mask that was still under the table, if he weren’t tired out of his mind with sadness and regret. And a whole lot of other unhealthy emotions he couldn’t even be bothered processing right now—
“It’ll get better, ‘Nii-chan...” Nino said, his voice unusually mild. Concerned. Knowing.
And Sho couldn’t help smiling over it. Because no matter how much Nino’s presence could sometimes wear him out, he also always had a special fondness for the way the boy called him big brother.
Like he could almost trust Nino with everything.
Like he could almost believe the boy would never ever leave his side—
“I know...” he lied, picking the red mask up again. Turning it over in his hands. Slowly getting sold on it.
Things weren’t making complete sense to him yet.
But he knew in time they would—
“Captain Chesuto’s got better things to do,” he mumbled.
He could finally start letting go now, too...
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~Sho’s Red Arashi, after all. It’s just fitting that he should be in a red suit, ne~. XD
This is Arsenal from the TV series Arrow, and I just love him in that red mask... <3
~Also, Captain Chesuto will always be a Yama pair fic. As to how that’s going to happen from here, I still have to figure it out. ^^<3
~Also, Satoshi originally designed a chipmunk brooch for Sho (I haven’t forgotten that), but I thought it’s more appropriate to change it to cufflinks. ^^V
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Date: 2015-02-16 12:47 am (UTC)Awww..poor Captain Chesuto. :'(
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Date: 2015-03-06 11:58 am (UTC)It's not going to be easy, but Capt. Chesuto will get there. :)
Thank you very much for reading~! ^__^<3
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Date: 2015-03-06 12:02 pm (UTC)I just hope Captain Chesuto would finally fill that gap in his Chest. What's a chesuto if the chest is empty? :3
And I miss you again! huhuhu stay please!
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Date: 2015-03-06 12:14 pm (UTC)You've got a good knack for humor, Anne-chan~!
Fill it with what, though? ^^
I missed you , too~! ^__^<3
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Date: 2015-03-06 12:22 pm (UTC)Heeeeey! I'm actually serious here! *pouts*
Ohhh.. fill it with Satoshi's heart, or Satoshi's light saber. :p
*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2015-03-06 12:39 pm (UTC)But for a moment there, I actually thought of Satoshi's heart in the literal sense and 'almost' considered turning this into a horror story, lol~! //hugs//
And Ohno's light saber's from another universe.
Although a crossover does sound interesting, hm... :)
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Date: 2015-03-06 12:50 pm (UTC)But I am pertaining to Satoshi's heart. Like Sho will gnaw Satoshi's heart and keeps it with him like Davey Jones heart in Pirates of the Carribean!
Well.. Satoshi's light saber glows.. so maybe you shoul put that one too!
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Date: 2015-03-06 01:44 pm (UTC)Um, and which light saber is that? ^^V
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Date: 2015-03-06 02:24 pm (UTC)You know. The shiny bright light saber between his legs. Its hard and it shoots a poison lethal to women. They will get pregnant with it.
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Date: 2015-03-06 02:31 pm (UTC)And I knew it~! LOL~! Our conversations have a way of turning so bizarre. Why is that? First sex pokemons. Now glowing dicks. Hahaha~! XDD
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Date: 2015-03-06 02:53 pm (UTC)can you write that one for me? since I missed you so much! Didn't heard anything from you! Thought you became a kermit! I mean hermit! Write it noooow! noooooooooow! *pokes you and does puppy eyes*:
Well.. I'm crazy what do you expect? Normal conversation is taboo in my vocab! And well.. Soon.. there willl be perverted vegetables and fruits. Like Sho's Banana, Jun's cream puff.
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Date: 2015-03-06 03:12 pm (UTC)Okay, I am looking into something, since I did get bit by a plot bunny you threw my way. I'm keeping it a secret which one it is until I am able to post it, though~! //chuus// ^.~
LOL~! Vegetable porn. XD
I remember that VS Arashi episode where Ohno called himself a Lettuce? And Sho was Gobou (and J was MoguJun hahaha~!).
And what about bananas and cream puffs? Enlighten me. :)
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Date: 2015-03-06 03:23 pm (UTC)I will wait TONIGHT! I LOVE YOU! *throws kisses*
*nods* Vegetable porn. And somehow I imagine then wearing those vegetable in Allergy song instead of just holding and and swaying it in the air! Just imagine their front and back with a slit caused by a knife.. Because they need ENTRANCE AND EXIT for the hole and the sword. LOL
Well, Jun's cream puff need to be filled with Sho's banana cream. :D
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Date: 2015-03-06 08:47 pm (UTC)I couldn't write the sexual parts, though. If it inspires you, please feel free to do so. ^___^<3
You are one sick woman, Anne~! Nothing is safe from your twisted mind. Nothing~! LOL~! I love you, too~! //hugs//
And I'll never look at cream puffs and bananas the same way again. XDD
ps: I shall await the day vegetable porn becomes a trend. ^^V
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Date: 2015-03-07 02:45 am (UTC)eww! Droooool! The only time drool is acceptable is when you drool at naked Sho and naked Satoshi!
Well. I am twisted. LOL I love you moooore!
But cream puff and banana is yummy! Especially Sho's and Jun's And dont get me started with Satoshi's Chocolate baguette. LOL
Hmmmm.. Might just write that vegetable porn...
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Date: 2015-03-07 04:59 am (UTC)Yum~! An entire selection to get Satoshi's Sexy Bakeshop started, lol~!
Please do~! //kisses// ^^V
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Date: 2015-02-16 03:02 am (UTC)I really wonder what will happen now~
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Date: 2015-03-06 11:57 am (UTC)But it's going to be written. Eventually. And soon. :)
Thank you very much for reading~! ^__^<3
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Date: 2015-02-16 05:29 am (UTC)eh? Only two chapters so far? I'll read them later! XD
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Date: 2015-03-06 11:52 am (UTC)I wrote this a long, long time ago for the Jukebox Roulette @ murasakinoyume. I just haven't gotten around to re-posting the rest of it here. I've changed a few things and have been polishing up a few more, but I will be posting the remaining chapters soon~! :)
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Date: 2015-03-07 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-17 02:42 am (UTC)And I love the red mask in Arrow too XD
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Date: 2015-03-06 11:48 am (UTC)Roy/Arsenal is so adorably conflicted~! He's just my kind of superhero~! <3
Which probably explains why I make Captain Chesuto suffer so much. XD
But things will be better for him. It's not gonna be easy, but it's gonna be better. :)
Thank you very much for reading~! ^___^<3
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Date: 2015-02-17 10:42 pm (UTC)but yes, Captain Chesuto will always be a Yama
pair fic, so yeah, you have to figure it out XD
ah, I missed Captain Chesuto.. thank you so much for this, Rin-chan! <3
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Date: 2015-03-06 11:39 am (UTC)Yama will find their way back to each other's arms. They always do. :)
Thank you very much for reading~! ^___^<3
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Date: 2015-02-18 01:15 pm (UTC)How could that kind of monster exist at the first place???
That's really troublesome for Sho! X)
Poor Sho,
I hope Satoshi will get his memories soon.
I hope Kyoko will reject him, :(
Thanks for sharing~ :)
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Date: 2015-03-06 11:33 am (UTC)Well now, there's an idea. I really do wonder how Kyoko might take to Satoshi's proposal... But it's all gonna come together in time. :)
Thank you very much for reading~! ^___^<3
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Date: 2015-02-19 09:02 am (UTC)Anyway okaeri from writing~! Hugs!pp
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Date: 2015-03-06 11:29 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading~! //hugs//
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Date: 2015-03-06 11:36 am (UTC)no subject
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