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我的彼特潘

我的彼特潘 - 主横雏
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“你真的很像彼特潘呢。” 村上信五默默的说道。“尤其是染了褐色的头发后,更像了。”

横山转头看着玩着猫的村上,嘴唇裂成笑容,一头埋进村上的腿上。村上的猫千酱喵了一声跳下了村上的腿,不爽的看着霸占自己地盘的白皮。横山笑着对千酱吐了吐舌头,动作幼稚得很,然后那位幼稚的白皮男人就被村上翻了一次白眼还温柔的pia了头。

“你干嘛今天那么像千酱啊,撒娇什么的。” 村上暖暖的搂住一直撒娇的横山,翻了个身子,把横山压倒在下方。

横山笑了笑,摇头甜甜的用奶音回道。 “还不是因为Hina太可爱,爸爸越来越像儿子了呢。” 最后一个字落下后,横山就顺势的换了村上和他的姿势,横山在上面村上在下面。

村上伸手温柔的揉着横山的软绵绵的头发,闭上眼睛轻轻的说。“头发虽然染了,可是摸起来还是软软的。 ”

村上露出了温柔的笑容,眯着眼看着横山。横山不客气的伏下身把自己的嘴唇附上村上的嘴唇,就像高中时送上初吻的柔软度,客气的啃着下方的嘴唇。村上昂着头加深了那吻,横山的手不安分的在村上的腹肌上乱摸,村上撑起自己的身子好让横山脱去他的衣服。

“横山,明天我还有外景。月曜夜明天有外景,不要太。。。嗯哼。” 村上呻吟着,拜托横山不要欺负过头。

“可是Hina我们已经很久没有了耶。我还想直接来三次再说。” 横山坏意的笑着,厚厚的唇又贴上村上的唇,啃咬着直到横山可以尝到血的铁味。

“横山裕你够了啦,明天如果又得坐又得走的。别。。。嗯。。。别太过份啦。。。嗯嗯。” 村上软软的呻吟根本就是横山夜间活动的战鼓嘛。

“可是信酱一直呻吟着,我怎么可以停下来呢。讷讷信酱其实也很想要对吧?”

“横山裕。。。不。。。要。。。啦。。。 嗯。” 村上染红了的脸用着脉搏盖住。“真的不要啦。”

横山坏坏的奸笑着重重的用下身撞了村上让村上发出高音的呻吟。横山再次夺取村上的唇,慢慢往村上的脖子移动,低沉的声音小声性感的说道。“我要开动了,信酱。”



隔天,月曜夜的休息室。村上揉着自己的腰忍受着松子的笑声。昨晚横山足足做了三次。他以为逃过去了便进厕所冲洗时,横山闯了进去然后又做了一次。躺回床上正要睡时横山又复压着自己做了第五次。村上根本不了解他家那恋人到底是怎么有那么多体力的,真是受不了

手机表示一则简讯进来。。。

“Hina今天要还好吧?今晚去吃烤肉吧?(笑脸)”

村上简直哭笑不得地回复简讯,心里默默想着,自家男友干嘛那么惹人爱(明明就是自己完全是奶音控)。

完。


擅长写英文的我,没写过中文的,所以算是第一次写。。。 应该还好吧?横雏发糖篇。其实本人在推特上想了一个 “关8家庭” 的文,不知你们是否有兴趣读!

In a Place called Time

1970, December.

White fluffy clouds rolled on seamlessly in the endless sky as a barely audible crack could be heard and a faint red glitter could be seen from the edge of the forest. A child, no more than fourteen years old, numbly stood there on the ground. He shook his head slightly,as though he reproached himself for being there. A falcon chick landed so casually on the young boy’s shoulder and the latter absentmindedly stroked the head of the falcon. The bird gave a contented growl before giving him a warm squeeze on the shoulder and flew away.

He made a slight nose twitch as he looked at the stolen object in his hand. A pendant no larger than a common stone, but its colour was like the blue sky, changing whenever it catches the sunlight filtered by the tall trees of the forest. Even though the leaves were all gone, the branches were tightly tangled up above and the ground was covered in soft fluffy white substance. The boy blinked and bent over, taking a handful of the white substance before giving it a tentative lick. It was ice-cold and it numbed his tongue.

There was a flutter of movement when a boy, no older than him, stopped at the edge of the forest and stared at him. The newcomer’s hair was in a cropped cut and has a raven black colour, with a few tuff of unruly hair sticking up at the crown of his head. He was gloriously tanned in chocolate brown and he wore a soft smile on his face. His eyes were of dark brown, a little like dark chocolate, as they met his gaze unblinkingly. The boy turned away first as the soft and slightly cracked lips split apart to form words.

“You’re here again,” It sounded more of a statement than a question.

The boy jumped when the tanned boy spoke, softly yet curiously and with a tint of amusement swimming in the pool of his eyes. Their eyes met again and the tanned boy gave a soft breathy laugh. The tanned boy stuck a hand out to him and grinned.

“Ohno Satoshi, sixteen years old. Nice to meet you.”

The boy blinked and took the hand hesitantly before giving the other boy a shy smile. “Sakurai Sho, fourteen years old. Nice to meet you too.”

Ohno looked at him curiously and asked, “Why are you always here at this time and day? It is winter and you’re only wearing a cardigan and pants; don’t you feel cold?”

Sakurai’s eyes flashed a dangerous golden colour before it melted back into its original chocolate brown. He shook his head and picked up his bag as he walked out into the sunlight. Sakurai thought to himself as he fidgeted at his spot, he doesn’t need to explain anything because if he were to, Ohno wouldn’t understand that he doesn’t know what cold, winter and ice mean. He must have felt his discomfort because Ohno immediately gripped his hand, which he hadn’t noticed, were still holding each other, tighter and pulled him from the edge of the forest. Sakurai tried to stall Ohno’s movements but it only resulted in him having a tighter grip and a faster pace. Sakurai shook his head and groaned inwardly but still allowed himself to be pulled towards a huge house at the edge of the lake.

Ohno led him through the door and ordered the butler to get some warm blankets for their guest and dragged Sakurai along until they reached a wooden white door. Ohno knocked it smartly and entered the door, pulling Sakurai with him. He waved at the old lady sitting on a wooden rocking chair by the fireplace. Leaving Sakurai’s side, Ohno approached the old lady and started speaking rapidly, in hushed tones. Sakurai knew he must be introducing him to the old lady, because she turned and waved him over afterwards. When Sakurai was near enough, she gave him a kind smile.

“Sho-kun is Satoshi’s friend, isn’t it? I’m Satoshi’s grandmother.”

Sakurai looked at her and nodded, returning her gentle smile with his own. His eyes shifted uncomfortably as the old lady continued to peer at him unblinkingly. Ohno nudged her as he felt Sakurai’s discomfort. When she finally tore her eyes away from Sakurai, she had a sad smile on her face as she commanded Ohno to bring her some tea and cakes so she could have a nice chat with them. However, once Ohno left the room, her eyes were filled with regret and fear, laced with a twinge of sadness. She beckoned Sakurai to sit beside her and she ran her hands through his hair.

“Sho-kun is from somewhere far, far away right?” She asked softly and Sakurai froze in fright. He turned to face her and was shocked to see a tear running down her wrinkled cheek. He blinked before his gentlemanly side took over and he stood up to wipe the tear off her cheek as he gazed questioningly at her.

“I… Madam, how did you know?” Sakurai stammered as he panicked silently in his head.

She gave him a sad smile and waved her hands round the room. He followed her hand as his eyes swiped across the room again. “Does any ornament look familiar to you, child?”

Sakurai gazed around the room, slowly taking in the interiors of the room. It was beautifully designed and looked a lot like his house in another Time. The rice paper lined the windows, not like the usual glass he saw on other houses, and the carpet gave off an antique feel. The tables and chairs were completely furnished in the best Chippendale wood. Each piece of furniture was intricately carved and every cushion was made of pure silk. The curtains were made of the best workmanship and everything in the house complements each other.

Sakurai frowned in concentration to find the one object when his sight landed on an ancient grandfather clock that doesn’t work. He peered at it before, with permission, he stepped towards it. There was writing within the interior of the clock, Sakurai mumbled to himself as he read the words. Sakurai gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth afterwards while everything started falling into place in his mind. Shocked, he turned to the old lady and whispered, “You’re father’s first love! That is our family’s heirloom!”

The old lady sighed in both contentment and despair. She nodded slowly and gestured for Sakurai to return to her side. And when Sakurai complied, she brushed her fingers through his hair as she took a breath before speaking.

“You have your father’s eyes and your mother’s hair colour. I guess Fate isn’t going to let us off the hook that easily, seeing how you became Satoshi’s acquaintance. She hated us, your father and I, because we defied the Time laws and also the Nature laws. We were torn apart and just before we were banished to our individual timelines, he gave me that clock and it had never moved since then.”

Sakurai sat on the couch stonily before he burrowed his face into his hands and let out a soft wail as he finally understood why his father refused to allow him to Travel. The door crashed open, with Ohno tripping in clumsily upon his entrance, and consequently, Sakurai quickly sat up straight and kept his emotions intact. He gave Ohno’s grandmother a smile to reassure her before turning to Ohno, face aglow with that same smile, helping him place the tray on the tea table. Ohno placed the tea tray and pouted at his grandmother as he wiggled onto her lap. They had tea in silence before Ohno broke the hanging tension in the room and asked Sakurai some mindless questions. As the tension of the room decreased, Sakurai found himself visibly relaxed only to feel the older Ohno looking at him. Soon, Ohno excused himself for the bathroom and only then did she spoke to Sakurai again.

“Take care of Ohno for me okay, Sho-kun, Son of the Time Travelling fraction’s General?”

Sakurai looked at her and determinately nodded, “I will, my Lady. I will.”

She laughed and patted him on the head fondly, Sakurai’s eyes widen and lean into her touch, it was exactly like his father’s. They stayed silent and when Ohno returned from the bathroom, the older Ohno happily announced that Sakurai will be staying for a while.

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Sakurai’s POV

It had been about three months since I’ve met my Father’s first love. I could understand why he had fallen for her as clear as my feelings for her grandson, Ohno Satoshi, is. Satoshi-kun is the sweetest boy I have met and he would always space out during conversations but that’s okay for me. He paints exceptionally well, something I can never accomplish in my life, and each drawing had a layer of subtle endearment underneath it. It was always a joy to watch how the brush, held in his fingers, seemed to dance across the paper adding colours to the plain canvas. We would always huddle at the lake, even though it was winter, because Satoshi-kun’s friend, Masaki-chan and Jun-chan told him that there is a lake monster that lives in that lake. I didn’t have the heart to break his bubble so I kept my silence.

Satoshi-kun and I were back at the lake again and this time, there was a slight fog. When we talked, white smoke would come out of our lips. We had a competition for the furthest breath that we could draw. After a while, Satoshi-kun got tired and lay on my shoulders to sleep. His black hair was soft against my shoulders as his cheeks rubbed unconsciously on my arm. I wrapped my arms around him to keep him warm as I gazed at the water surface.

I heard a loud splash before seeing a rock skipping across the water surface, causing beautiful ripples, before a second yet softer splash was heard when the rock sank into the surface. I didn’t look up and just gave a resigned sigh before calling out a name I am very familiar with.

“Nino-chan?”

Ninomiya, my best friend in my timeline, walked out from behind the trees and approached me. He sat down quietly beside me and whispered, “Come back, Sho-kun. Your time isn’t here.”

I shook my head and turned to look at him pleadingly. “I can’t go Kazu. My heart is here.”

He looked at me and sighed. “Your father’s heart is also here. But please, you must return or your father will call for the Time cops to bring you back.”

I looked at him in horror and shook my head. My Father would never do that to me.

Nino sighed and took my free hand. “Please, Sho… I need you to be beside me too.”

I withdrew my hand from him and shook my head, “I can’t, Kazu. I can’t.”

Nino sighed once more and stood up. “You’re leaving, Kazu?” I asked, earning a quiet nod from him before he pointed to Ohno. I felt him stir and understood immediately.

“Will you be back?”

Nino shrugged his shoulder and disappeared in a puff of yellow sparkles, just as Ohno was waking up on my shoulder. He gave a yawn and tugged on my shirt before mumbling, “Let’s go home.”

It had never felt so right before; holding out my hand for his, I replied, “Yeah, let’s go home.”

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Ohno’s POV

The first time I saw him standing by the trees in the forest beside the lake, I thought he was peculiar. That’s all. When I realised he was always there, silently standing there, I got curious. It was always the exact same timing, not a minute more or less. After the tenth time I’ve seen him standing there, without a friend, I gathered the courage and approached him. I could still remember the first time I heard his voice, it sounded a lot like chocolate, soft and rich. His hand felt warm in mine, despite him not wearing a lot of layers of clothes. I brought him home and it turned out, grandmother liked him a lot. It felt good to have a friend living in your house. Masaki and Jun-kun had to take an hour of train ride before they could reach here, which only left us with a good two hours to chat.

I fell for him not long after. He was gentle and sweet, charming my grandmother off her rocking chair. The butlers and maids in the mansion loved him and he would always help out whenever he could.

Of course, every day after lunch would be our alone time by the lake. I asked him why he loved the lake so much and he replied, “It reminds me of you; calm, tranquil and cool. It reminds me of my family that I’ve left behind and my friend whom I can never be good enough for.”

I looked over and saw an intense sadness in his eyes which caused my eyes to prickle and tear up. He laughed and ruffled my hair, calling me an idiot before challenging me to a race. I should have known things weren’t that simple when I heard something I should’ve not heard the next day when we were at the lake. We played as usual and soon I was getting sleepy. I lay on his shoulders and drifted to sleep. After a while I woke up and had to stop myself from opening my eyes when I heard Sho-chan speaking to someone.

“I can’t go, Kazu. My heart is here.” I heard him say and my heart rejoiced but then I heard his friend begging him to leave me. When Sho-chan rejected his friend, I felt his pain and remorse. But before I could say anything, his friend had bid him farewell and I woke up to meet Sho-chan’s chocolate brown eyes. Quietly, as if at loss for words (or perhaps there was just too much inside his head that he could not sort out what he ought to say), he held out his hand. I took it and we walked back to the mansion silently.

Ever since that day at the lake, Sho-chan had been avoiding me. Whenever I asked him to join me at the lake, he would hurriedly decline and run off to my grandmother’s library, reading the massive collection of books she owned. Whenever I peeked into the library, I didn’t see him at all. I would always bump into my grandmother whenever I left the library. What I’ve found weird was that she would always ask me to go to the lake or somewhere before walking to the library and locking the door behind her. I would always dejectedly head to the lake.

I was sitting there, by our favourite spot at the lake, when my two friends ran up to me. I greeted them and one of them, Matsumoto Jun, asked me what I was thinking of. I can never hide anything from his sharp eyes. Sighing, I told him about my grandmother and Sho-chan’s weird attitude these days. Aiba Masaki, my second friend, slung his arm over my shoulders and pulled me close.

“Oh-chan, you still have us you know?”

I nodded at him gratefully, “I know, Masa-chan. I’m fine, really.”

Jun-kun narrowed his eyes at me and Masaki smacked him on the head before hushing him to not say another word. I offered to house them for the night and they readily agreed. We stayed by the lake for a few more hours, with Masaki trying to catch the butterflies that were roaming the lakeside and Jun-kun trying to keep him from falling into the water while I just sat there, deep in thought. Dusk came and we dusted our pants before walking slowly back home only to find it in complete darkness.

I pushed the door of the library open and saw my grandmother crying by the bookshelf where I would always see Sho-chan sitting against. I ran up to her and she pulled me into a hug while repeating apologies muffled by sobs. She was sorry for letting them take Sho-chan away. I pulled away and asked her what truly happened and who took my Sho-chan away. She cried and apologised, repeating one sentence over and over again:

“It was my entire fault. The feud of the past should have never been passed on to you both. I shouldn’t even
have tried to change; I shouldn’t have interfered.”

I felt air draining out of my lungs, and I nearly collapsed had it not been for Masaki who grabbed my shoulder and Jun-kun who helped my grandmother from the ground to an armchair. Before I passed out, I could almost hear Sho-chan’s broken voice whispering…

“I’m sorry, Satoshi. I’m really sorry.”

And darkness engulfed me.

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Sakurai’s POV

I thrashed desperately in the arms of the guards, shooting spells after spells at their expressionless faces. I can’t just be forced to leave like this, the haunting fear in the eyes of Ohno Megumi, my father’s first love, as she tried her best to keep me with her. My heart roared with anguish as tears streaked down her cheeks and all I could hear was her apologies of dragging us down with her past. Something shifted in my heart as I left a soft whisper of an apology for the man I loved and followed the Time guards back to where I belong; in Time.

“Let me go!” I screamed with all my might. But it was to no avail; no one could hear me as I was thrown into a waiting room as they prepared the room where I will be having my interrogation. Soon enough, another pair of guards came for me and hurled me down the corridors. I scoffed in my heart as I thought of how pathetic it was to be dragged like a criminal while holding such a high status in Time.

Nino refused to meet my eyes as I was dragged past his unmoving figure outside the interrogation room. The door was opened and I was once again unkindly threw in and landed in an undignified lump in front of my father and Nino’s father, the King of the Time Travellers, who is also my King, as I, too, am a Time Traveller. The King had a grave look on his face. My father looked at me with sadness and regret, and then the door of the room slammed shut and silence wrapped around the three of us.

I slowly got up and entered a seiza* position when Nino’s father spoke gravely.

“Sho-kun, do you know how grave the situation is?”

I nodded numbly, not trusting myself to speak, and looked up meeting his eyes. “May I ask a question, sire?”

He nodded and I hesitantly asked, “Is he fine?”

The king pursed his lips to hide the smile that is breaking through as he let out a sigh and nodded. “Aiba should be reporting back soon.”

“Aiba? Aiba Masaki?” I questioned and he nodded. A smile appeared on my lips as I let out a sigh of relief, squaring my shoulders before taking a deep breath and apologising silently to my father.

“I will accept whatever punishment you have to offer, my lord,” I said clearly and fearlessly. “I’m sorry father, but I’ll have to disappoint you one last time.”

Nino’s father shook his head sadly. He glanced briefly at my father and told him to leave the room. He looked at me with utter regret in his eyes and he ruffled my hair once.

“Nino will be so broken by my decision but I need to be fair to everyone. Otherwise, how can I be a kind yet strong king? Am I right, Sho-kun?” he said. After an echoing sigh, he continued, “Your father will be devastated but he has your sister and brother to hold on for. Nino will be able to move on right?”

I nodded and bit my lips, refraining myself from speaking out of turn. “With all respect, sire, Ninomiya-sama will be fine; he is stronger than you give him credit for. And my father is a strong man, he will be fine.”

Nino’s father sighed and crossed his arms across his chest. “You do know your punishment right? And no one gave you permission to speak formally to me; I am still your beloved uncle Ninomiya.”

I nodded with a smile, which received a pained smile back from Nino’s father, and didn’t say anymore. I chose this route and I have to pay for my actions. I was fully aware of this, since the first time I met Satoshi in the forest. The roughness of his hands caused by the tight grip on the paintbrushes, the warm breath panned on my face when he leaned towards me to brush leaves out of my hair, the crinkle in his eyes as he speaks of his friends and the way the wind would mess up the raven black hair. At least, I had good and beautiful memories with someone I love.

Taking a deep breath, I looked into the King’s eyes and said, “I’m ready for the punishment.”

My best friend’s father, my King, sighed and called for the guards as I waited in silence for the punishment. The door opened and two guards appeared beside me again; I was whisked to a dark room where the punishment began.

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Ohno’s POV

I stood at the cliff near my house, feeling exceptionally calm and tranquil. I placed a picnic mat on the lush green mat and waved my hands to my grandmother who was held carefully by Masaki and Jun-kun. The sun was just about to set and we were there to watch the sunset. I finally knew everything from the start to the end and was pleasantly shocked that Masaki himself was a Traveller too, a Traveller who could change his age as to when he liked.

I allowed myself to relax as a soft breeze passed, scattering dandelion seeds around. This does not feel like home, but this is enough for me. I looked at my companion as the setting sun cast a warm orange hue upon their faces. Grandmother ruffled my hair and held me close, mumbling “I love you” into my hair. I knew it was technically for me and I’m happy enough not to complain.

The wind tousled my hair as I whispered, “I’ll always love you… No matter where you’re from.”

Closing my eyes, as the wind howled into my ear, I could almost hear a warm reply form the one I’ll always love.

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2014, March.

Sakurai sat in the antique book café with a book in his hand. The girls around him squealed silently as he stretched his hand out for his cup of latté. He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced impatiently at his watch. Then he closed his book and then stretched his arms a little, before his phone rang. He stifled a yawn and answered it.

“Yes, where are you?”

“Lessons just ended. Did you skip class again, Sho-chan?” The boy in the receiving end chided and Sakurai laughed.

“I thought you knew how much knowledge I have accumulated that I can practically skip all my high school lessons and still pass every exams.” Sakurai teased and he could see him pouting at the other end.

“I’ll be reaching in 10.” And the line went dead.

Sakurai laughed to himself and picked up his book again to pass some time waiting for his lover to come. The crisp and clear twinkling of the café’s doorbell announced the arrival of a tanned and attractive customer. His hair was in a slight mess as he made his way to Sakurai’s table. He flopped himself down and a waiter came by to take his orders.

“The usual, Masaki, you don’t even need to ask.” He mumbled as the waiter gave a coarse laugh and bounced to the counter to make the drink.

Sakurai put his book down and entwined their fingers together. Both pairs of brown eyes met each other and Sakurai gently rubbed his thumb over the back of the other teen’s hand.

“Otsukaresama deshita*, Satoshi.” Sakurai whispered as he brushed his lips to the other boy’s soft, tanned cheeks.

Ohno grinned back at the teen and gave their hands a gentle squeeze. “Tadaima**.”

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Owari desu~ The End~

Notes:
*Seiza position = one kneels down and have their legs tucked under their thighs, soles facing upwards and their hands clasped together and placed on the thighs. Sometimes, the hands will be on the floor and the person is bowed with the head touching the floor and body is pressed tightly against the thighs. In this case Sakurai is in the 1st position.
**Otsukaresama deshita = you’ve work hard
***Tadaima = I’m Back (usually for people who had just reached home. In this case, Sho is like Ohno’s home that’s why he said that.)

Author’s Notes:
Wrote this for the yama fanfic contest which I didn’t win so yeah… I’m posting this here because I really want feedback and whatnot about this fanfic so I can improve more. Thank you in advance~ ((and also because I don’t like concrits. Don’t ask me why.))
Special thanks to my bby, torakiss neechan for beta-ing this fic for me. And people who are waiting for more of my works, I am trying to do an OC fic right now so yayyyy!! And spot the subtle pairing I've included here~
And HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE. <3
Title: “5 times Arashi were disgustingly sweet to each other” or aka “4 times Arashi shows their concern for Sakurai and 1 time Sakurai shows his gratitude to them”

Genre: Fluff and cuteness and cheese and sappy brother love

Prompt: Ronice bb’s whatsapp prompt x Ohno’s quote on tumblr: “We’re good friends, to the point that it’s disgusting.”

Group: Arashi

Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys, Johnny-san owns them. Not beta-ed, so there may be mistakes around.

Summary: the cliché 5 times kind of story with a hint of friendship and brother-love.





1. Ohno Satoshi
Sakurai walked into the greenroom of Shiyagare and as he mumbled his usual greetings as he flopped into his seat. The schedules are burning him out and whenever he reaches the recording greenroom for any programmes, he would be sleeping his time away or memorising scripts for Kazoku Game. He was pretty thankful, despite being a workaholic, that the drama is ending and he has a little break before the mass Nazotoki wa dinner no Ato de promotions start. He dumped his bag on the floor and before he placed his head on the table, he paused.

In front of him, facing upwards was a painted canvas. Sakurai paused and looked around him to check for any familiar paints and water pails in his vicinity. He shook his head slightly and lifted the painted canvas to move it to a safe place before he sleeps. But, at mid-stretch with his body halfway across the table, he caught a familiar trench-coat in the painting as he place the painting back down in front of him.

Sakurai’s fingers skittered across the canvas, following the rough texture of the paint on the canvas, tracing out the familiar view of someone’s back. A smile ghost on his lips as he finally realized what was in the canvas. He let out a chuckle but it died down quickly as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who was the person beside him, or more accurately, Yoshimoto Kouya? Why is his character placing his head on the unknown guy’s shoulder as they watched the sunset?

A soft laughter was heard from behind him as Sakurai straightened and turned to see Ohno looking at him. Ohno laughed softly again before tugging the painting towards him. He pointed to the unknown man beside Yoshimoto Kouya and asked.

“You don’t know who he is?”

Sakurai shook his head as Ohno placed the painting on his side of the room and pushed Sakurai to sit back on his chair as he occupied the seat beside his. Ohno urged Sakurai to rest his head on the table as he tangled the burnt and calloused fingers into the soft dyed brown hair. He saw Sakurai getting sleepy and continued his stroking of the hair.

“Sho-chan, the figure is me. Yoshimoto Kouya is a lonely person who carries a heavy burden on his shoulders, sloppy as they are. I just want you to know, it is okay to tell the manager that you have too much on the plate. I want you to know that I will always have that shoulder for you to lean on. Just like the painting, if you need someone to be that pillar that anchors you to reality, I’ll gladly become one for you.”

Sakurai turned and buried his face into his arms as Ohno gave a gentle laugh. “I shall not bother you now. Go and sleep before the Aiba-chan and Nino come in and disturb you. I’ll wake you up when it is time.”

The gentle and warm hand left Sakurai’s hair as Sakurai sniffed a little before he drifted into a dreamless nap with Ohno humming softly in the background.

((523 words))



2. Aiba Masaki
Aiba bounced happily into the greenroom of VS Arashi as Ninomiya groaned to his DS. The latter switched off his DS and looked up, meeting Aiba’s grinning face. Ninomiya blinked and narrowed his eyes at the happy man in front of him as he excited flung his body to the empty seat beside Ninomiya.

“Nino, I got Sho-chan a gift that he will definitely use for relaxation.”

Ninomiya looked at him and knocked his head painfully; Aiba emitted a loud “ouch” from the contact, and turned his DS on. He started the level again as he warned Aiba to not give Sakurai any weird things.

“Sho-kun has a lot of things on his mind now, don’t add to his worries.”

Aiba gave a cheerful “Hai!” and clung on to the man himself when he walked into the greenroom. Ninomiya strained his ears to their conversation and smiled secretly to himself. He tuned out the noises and played his DS until the staffs called him for the recording.

Sakurai clutched his stomach, which was aching because he was laughing so much at the joke Aiba told him as they sat on the bench facing the gorgeous orange sunset of Chiba. He gently leaned on to Aiba’s shoulders and closed his eyes for a moment. He could still remember the first “date”, as dubbed by the fans, to this place. Aiba had prepared the exact same itinerary and even added some new things like Disney Sea. It was tiring like mad but nevertheless, it was fun. “But then, Aiba is a bundle of fun.” Sakurai mused and turned to face Aiba, who by then was already leaning on top of his head and snoring away.

Sakurai gave a small smile and reached an arm up, his position made it difficult to do so, to stroke Aiba’s hair as the latter woke up in a jolt. Sakurai pulled away and smiled at the sleepy man who gave a yawn. He sheepishly scratched his hair and apologized.

“Sho-chan, I am so sorry!! How can I sleep on your shoulder when you should be the one resting? Come to think of it, I shouldn’t have dragged you out or give you such a packed itinerary for today.” Aiba mentally bashed himself for not taking Sakurai’s tiredness.

Sakurai laughed and messed up Aiba’s hair. “Masaki, this is fine. I’m really relaxed now. I’m very sure because of you; I’ll be able to croon an excellent “iineeeee” tomorrow. Thank you.”

After that sentence Sakurai had said, he swore Aiba’s smile was so much more beautiful and brighter than the sunset that is slowly disappearing into the horizon.

Sakurai found himself smiling back to that sunshine boy of Arashi.

((451 words))



3. Matsumoto Jun
Sakurai dumped his wet towel on his study table in his room and flopped himself on the warm bed. He tossed comfortably and was about to enter dreamland when there was a soft knock on his door. Sakurai blinked sleepily and groaned as he got up of the comfortable bed and opened the door. He was greeted by the smiling face of Matsumoto Jun.

Sakurai Shu popped out behind Matsumoto as he waved goodnight to Matsumoto and his brother. “Mom and Dad know about Matsumoto-niichan staying over so you have to find a space for him to sleep in your room. Jaa, I have early lessons tomorrow so I’ll turn in now. Good night.”

Sakurai nodded dumbly and he was pulled away, towards the mini bar on the second level, by Matsumoto. Sakurai was forced into a seat and Matsumoto started his routine. Sakurai looked on appreciatively at Matsumoto’s meticulousness when he is making the tea.

He took out a teapot and two cups before reaching for the brown paper bag on the counter. He reached within and took out a metal can of tea leaves and a wooden box. He opened the wooden box and gently took out the tea utensils. He warmed a towel and slowly cleaned the tea scoop. He poured a generous amount into the teapot as the kettle whistled softly. Matsumoto poured the scalding hot water into the teapot before he swirled the pot gently and poured the water out. He poured water into the pot again and, this time, instead of pouring away, he rinsed the cups with the hot water. After draining the water, Matsumoto poured hot water into the pot for the third time.

Sakurai gave a loud sigh. “Jun-kun, do you do this every night before you sleep. Without skipping a step while you’re at it?”

Matsumoto laughed and nodded before he poured the tea out into the separate cups. He passed one of the steaming cups to Sakurai and he picked his up and took a small sip. He closed his eyes in appreciation. When he opened them, Sakurai was already halfway done with his share. Matsumoto shook his head and patted the hand opposite his.

“Drink it slowly. It is good for your brain and brain intake. It is also good for having a good night sleep.”

Sakurai looked at him in shock and Matsumoto nodded eagerly. He dug around the paper bag and took out a few boxes with a note stuck to the lid. Matsumoto waved the purple tin in front of Sakurai and launched into his product speeches.

“To make it easier for you to remember, I’ve colour-coded the tins with our colours. This purple tin is Matsumoto brew; it is to released stress and for better sleep. The green one is named Aiba brew; it is for you to cool down from a high-tension day. It help in relaxation so you can make a cup and light one of your candles, it will help you sleep better. The blue one is Ohno brew; it helps in insomnia and sleep-provoked problems. Ninomiya brew, the yellow one, is for increase of attention span and brain intake. This will help you in memorising scripts and whatnot. This is also the very tea you’re drinking now. Sakurai brew, helps in health and vitamins, is the red one. It has the highest health content and it can be drink on any day. It has almost the same goodness as your health supplements.”

Sakurai blinked and took a deep breath. “Jun… you don’t have to...”

Matsumoto just smiled and waved his hand. “I know I don’t have to but I want to. It wasn’t much anyway. I’m always going to that shop and it has its very own Matsumoto special space in the shop where the tea I always buy will be kept there.”

Sakurai rubbed his nape and gave Matsumoto a small smile. “Thanks Jun.”

Matsumoto smiled and reached over to ruffle Sakurai’s half-wet hair. “Anything for you, Sho-kun. Anything for you.”

((672 words))



4. Ninomiya Kazunari
Sakurai packed his bag and was about to leave when Ninomiya called for his attention.

“Otousan, wait for me.”

Sakurai shrugged and sat back on the sofa. He tidied the table as Ninomiya packed his stuffs. When he was done with it, he looked over to where the mentioned man was sitting. Sakurai’s head nodded as he slept while waiting for Ninomiya. Ninomiya narrowed his eyes and sighed before edging towards an empty chair and sat there to wait for his bandmate to wake up. Sakurai jerked awake just as Ninomiya started on a new stage, he looked around and spotted Ninomiya playing his game. Sakurai sleepily walked over to Ninomiya, stiffened a yawn, and nudged Ninomiya out of his gaming trace.

“Nino, why didn’t you wake me up? It is so late and you have an early magazine shoot and interview tomorrow.” Sakurai frowned as Ninomiya switched his DS off and got up.

Ninomiya slung bag over his shoulders and grabbed Sakurai’s hands before running down the hallways and into the lift. He lean on the lift’s walls as he and Sakurai caught their breaths. Ninomiya gave a breathy laugh as he panted hard.

“Maa, Sho-chan. We’ve grown old haven’t we?”

Sakurai looked up in surprise as Ninomiya gave another laugh. “Are your parents at home today? I feel like crashing your house for a drink.”

Sakurai nodded. “The pantry beside my room should be empty by the time we reached back. Did you drive?”

Ninomiya shook his head and grinned like a Cheshire cat. “You are going to drive me home! Oh, does that mean I get to crash over at your house like a sleepover?”

Sakurai wrinkled his nose and smiled back at the excited gleam in his bandmate’s eyes. he nodded and scratched his chin thoughtfully. “I should still have a set of clothes for you.”

Ninomiya pulled Sakurai out of the lift again and headed towards the latter’s car. Ninomiya twirled the car keys tauntingly at Sakurai before he unlocked the door and slid smoothly into the driver’s seat. “I’ll drive you home; go catch some forty winks before I pull into your driveway.”

Sakurai blinked as he got on the car and Ninomiya started playing around with the music in his car. After he found a radio station that plays classical music, he started the dears and eased the car out of the car-park. When the car rolled into a stop at a traffic light, Ninomiya looked over and found Sakurai sleeping soundly in the passenger’s seat. The infamous snores are coming from the man and Ninomiya gave a gentle smile before stopping the car by Lawson and grabbed half a dozen of their endorsed beer. He tucked it carefully into the back seat of the car and headed back to the sleeping man’s house.

After parking the car at the driveway of the Sakurai residences, Ninomiya woke Sakurai up and they entered the house together. Ninomiya greeted Sakurai’s mother cheerfully and promised her that he will “wake Sho-chan up tomorrow so you’ll be saved from his hideous morning face.” Sakurai groaned and pouted as his mother nodded and played along, thanking Ninomiya for his noble deed. He pulled Ninomiya away from his mother as they headed upstairs to Sakurai’s room. Mrs Sakurai had not held back her laughter and the duo could hear it reverberate in the house.

Ninomiya pushed Sakurai into his room to change as he walked to the small pantry at the furthest left of the second level. He paused slightly and greeted the stern man sitting there with a cup of steaming hot coffee. The said man looked up and smiled.

“Konbanwa, Nino.”

Ninomiya bowed slightly at the politician and placed the six-pack beer into the fridge. He gestured to the cup of coffee and made a soft comment on how it isn’t healthy to drink the caffeinated drink during such early hours of the morning. Sakurai Shun gave a throaty laugh, which sounds so much like the group-proclaimed Nadegata Japan, and patted Ninomiya on the back.

“Thank you for your concern Nino. I’m sure my son is in good hands as always.”

When Ninomiya met the older Sakurai’s eyes, he saw gratitude and a tinge of concern for his said son. Ninomiya could only offer a curt nod and a reassuring smile to the man.

“Sho-chan is in great hands of Arashi. Please don’t worry for him.”

Sakurai Shun gave a satisfied nod and took his cup of coffee and papers before getting up. He motioned Ninomiya to make himself comfortable and he retreated out of the pantry and into his room. Ninmoiya laughed softly to himself as he caught the resemblance of the two males of the Sakurai family. Sakurai Sho entered the pantry and narrowed his tired eyes at the bandmate’s smiling face.

“Kazu, if you’re going to plan out another set of pranks, I am not going to help you this time.”

Ninomiya woke up from his trace and only gave Sakurai a soft smile. “You know everyone is worrying over your health?”

Sakurai stopped in his tracks and blinked spastically at Ninomiya. “I…”

“So Sho-chan, stop and take a break. We’ll understand. You don’t have to do your best to MC in our shows. You have Jun and I to hold on the show and to make sure Oh-chan doesn’t sleep in broadcast and Masaki doesn’t ruin anymore things.”

Sakurai broke into a grin and took Ninomiya’s small hands into his bigger ones. “Kazu, thank you.”

Ninomiya narrowed his eyes and smacked Sakurai’s head gently. “Don’t you dare to go emotional on me!”

Sakurai gave a hearty laugh and ruffled Ninomiya’s hair. “How can a father get emotional in front of his self-proclaimed son?”

((960 words))



5. Sakurai Sho
Sakurai tossed and turned around in bed trying, and failing, to get the much needed rest after his hectic schedules these months. It wasn’t that Singapore’s Raffles Hotel doesn’t provide its visitors with excellent service; it is a five-star hotel WITH a rich heritage for gawd sake. Somehow Sakurai just couldn’t fall asleep in the luxurious king sized bed and the gorgeous view from his balcony. He knew his co-stars are all in dreamland and he knows he must sleep or he won’t be in a good mood to meet his fans during tomorrow’s International Premiere at Marina Bay Sands. He blinked and finally caught on why he couldn’t sleep. He rolled off the comfortable bed and walked over to the writing table located just beside the balcony and took out the newly bought writing materials. His pen hovered above the paper for a split second before it started to fly across the table as Sakurai penned down his gratitude in black-and-white.

Three hours after Sakurai started on the task, he has four, neatly written and full of his personal emotions, pieces of papers lying there facing upwards. He folded them neatly into their individual envelopes and kept them inside the luggage. He continued his schedules and bought all the omiyage* for his bandmates. Soon he was flying off for Japan, Tokyo.


When the members entered the green room for VS Arashi, they were surprised to see Sakurai sitting there with his nose buried inside the pile of his daily newspapers. A beautifully wrapped gift was sitting in their respective seats and in their respective colours too. They picked it up and opened the letter first. Sakurai slowly folded his newspapers and looked at them silently. Ninomiya was the first to break the silence.

“I still hate you for not buying that for me but… thank you Sho-chan.”

Ohno gave a smiled and nodded as he waved the latter as a sign that he receives and understood what Sakurai wanted him to know.

Jun sniffed loudly and glared around challenging anyone to laugh at him being emotional before opening the gift carefully and broke into a smile. His eyes sparkled as he turned to Sakurai and gave a manly squeal of thanks before sniffing at the box of tea.

Aiba blinked and pouted at the letter before throwing himself at Sakurai. He buried his face at the crook of Sakurai’s neck as he breathed out a shaky “thank you” before tearing his gift open and started to jump around in the highest tension.

At the end of every letter Sakurai had written: ありがとうArigatou, 愛してるよI love you

((446 words))





Total word count: 3, 052 words.
My longest fanfic ever. //pops a bottle of wine to celebrate//

Yes, omg this is so sappy. But yayyyyyy, my first ever 5 times something something fic. Was it a success or a failure? I don’t even know. I just know this took so long. I wrote it over a month ago and I am so slow at this. Urgh.

Anyway, still a VERY HAPPY ((AND BELATED)) 14TH ANNIVERSARY FOR MY PRECIOUS UNCLES NAMED ARASHI. THANK YOU FOR BRINGING FUN, JOY AND LAUGHTER INTO OUR LIVES. KEEP ON NOT CARING ABOUT YOUR IMAGES AND PARTY ON! WOOHOO~

I added a word count after each member so you know the rough word count for each drabble. Well, except Nino’s cuz I accidentally got carried away and it almost became a full blown fic. SakuMiya feels have been engulfing me these days along with Yama pair feels. I don’t even know why.

AND NOW, GOING ON TO THE USUAL MESSAGES.

Unnies, Dongsaeng and Chingu. Thank you so much for the precious fangirls in my life. You, and everyone, knows who you are so I’ll not tag you guys anymore. Just know that I love you guys okay? /hugs you guys tightly/

ありがとう for being around me even when I start to rant and have a spam rant on my sucky real life on twitter. Thank you so much for not judging me or even hate me for who I am. 本当に ありがとう. 진자 감사합니다, 시링해요.


And to Ronice dear. Thank you for this prompt… I have been dying to try such fics and yeahhhhh, I succeeded. //pops confetti// and this is so delayed, omg.


And thank you to whoever who reads this. //hands everyone a cookie//

The Catcher in the Rye

No link or what-so-ever to the novel and poem of the same name.
I have good and bad news for all at the bottom of the fic but for now, enjoy~

warning: unbeta-ed




The wind tousled the brown locks as the Catcher closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle breeze of the still and dark night. His nose twitched as a dandelion seed flew past. A soft creaking of the trees masked the soft and almost silent footsteps from below. The Catcher opened his eyes and peered into the darkness as everywhere around him fell silent. He stood up, silent like a ghost, and grabbed his rope before jumping into the darkness below.

A tall figure stood in the clearing as the wind threw and messed up the blonde locks of the figure. The Catcher peered from his hiding place as an eagle screeched from above. The figure, a man, twitched slightly as a wild hare bounced past him and its long ears brushed his ankle. The Catcher observes the man and await for his chance to capture him.

A soft melodious ring came from the man's jeans' pocket as he pulled out a phone and answered the call. His voice was deep and soft as he argued in hushed tones to the person who called. After a while, the Catcher believes it was eternity, he snapped the device shut and fell on the rye field before folding his long arms beneath his head and closed his eyes. The Catcher narrowed his eyes on the figure and let out a sigh.

"He shall be allowed to live for another day. If he comes back tomorrow, I'll end his life with my own hands." The Catcher whispered and disappeared into the shadows.

The man appeared again the next day and the Catcher growled dangerously before he fired an arrow near the man's head. The man jumped and back away from the woods where the Catcher lies in ambush. He tripped and made his way dangerously near the edge of the cliff however, before he free falls down, the Catcher threw his rope around the thin wrist of the guy and pulled him back just in time. The Catcher himself was thrown forward, into the soft moonlight, as the man kneels on the damp grass, catching his breath from the fright just now.

The Catcher kept his rope and was about to leave the place quickly, his wrist was stopped in place by a huge pair of hands. The man heaved heavy breaths as he looked at the Catcher earnestly,

"Thank you." He breathes as the hold on the Catcher's wrist loosen.

The Catcher nod sharply and wriggled his wrist away from any contact. He turned and walked away just as the man called out again.

"I'm Kris and I would like to thank you again for saving me."

The Catcher hid a smile and nodded curtly as he continued walking away. Just as he reached the ege of the forest, the Catcher stopped and looked up.

"Since you told me your name, let me tell you mine. I'm Junmyeon. But a friendly advice for you, don't just give your name out to anyone; not everyone is as nice as me, your highness."

With that, the Catcher disappears into the blanket of darkness leaving the man behind whispering his name over and over again.





Yayyyyyyy for a crappy drabble on Krisho. I'm so sorry guise, I know you have been for so long for my krisho comeback and all I can offer to you nice huggable darlings ((you know who you are but I'll still tag. torakiss, chanloos, kira_min18, potatostick and Coney )) is a crappy drabble. //hands everyone a cookie for apology//

Good news! My krisho muse came back a little and that's why this drabble is here. Yayyyyyy? But hey, I'm sorry... This is all I can write for now.

Bad news! I'm going to go on full fanfic writing hiatus until idk when. I really need to focus on my studies and do well and it is a promise I made to myself. So this marks my last fanfic until the hiatus is lifted by yours truly. I know you guys might think the last fic will be an Arashi one but yayyyyyy for surprise, it is a Krisho.

But really guise, who know when will I pop back and post a random drabble?
//hugs everyone tightly//

Sushi Bar

Sushi Bar
Krisho X Sushi
Summary: It all happens because of a plate of sashimi on top of vinegar rice. And love happened.
Disclaimer: I don't own this boys~





“Iraisaimase.” Kris called out. His fellow chefs are busy in the kitchen leaving him alone outside. It wasn’t a bad, considering his crush usually enters the sushi bar during closing hours. He is usually eloquent when customers flirt with him, but when that guy walks in, all his suave looks and sharp tongues disappears and dies off.

“Hi, Kris.” The guy smiled and sat down on the bar-stool. “Any good offers today?” he asked and placed his art bag beside him.

“Is salmon sashimi okay with you? Or salmon sushi? Or salmon maki?” Kris stuttered and the guy laughed.

“Kris, anything is fine with me. I trust you with my stomach and a cup of green tea please.” He smiled and Kris tries to think straight.

“Yeah sure, no problem. Take a breather, Joonmyun.” Kris managed to say and ran into the kitchen.

“GUYS! HELP ME.” He whined and his co-worker, Jongdae, sighed.

“Just make him your best sushi. The smoked salmon ones?” Jongdae suggests. “And just get your butt out there and kiss him senseless already. I’m sure he loves you too, Mr. All-girls-swoons-over-the-entire-day.”

Kris nodded and hurried to make it for his crush. After making sure it was perfect, he poured a cup of green tea and went out of the kitchen. His footsteps halted as his sight landed on the guy. His head was tucked in his arms, sound asleep. Kris gently placed the plate and cup down before leaning over Joonmyun and brushes the stray hair off his angelic face.

“You are cute and friendly and…” Kris started and fidgeted at the hem of his shirt.

“Kris, just confess already.” Joonmyun interrupted and grabbed on to Kris’s hand before he could pull away. “I like you a lot. It wasn’t because of my love for sushi that pulled me back to this sushi bar, it was you.”

Kris blinked and looked at Joonmyun before he shakily asked, “Wait, I was supposed to confess. Are you dead serious?”

Joonmyun laughed and stood up from his stool before caressing Kris’s face. “Of course, my dear.”

He lean in and soft kissed Kris’s soft lips. Joonmyun smiled and looked behind Kris’s shoulders.

“Jongdae, you owe me a trip to the Italian restaurant down the street. I heard Yixing is working there for extra cash. Since I have succeeded, it’s your turn.” Joonmyun laughed and Jongdae looked at him in horror.

“No, Joonmyun. Anyone but Yixing… Please.”

Joonmyun laughed and pulled Kris down for another kiss. “So Mr. Handsome, can I invite you to be my model for my newest project?”
Kris nodded and smiled as Joonmyun shoved a piece of sushi into his mouth. “Now eat.”


Maybe, it wasn’t a bad idea to listen to Jongdae.






Yes , this is only a drabble. Hahaha, hope I didn’t disappoint my dearest friends: torakiss , kira_min18 , Coney, Alyssa and Ayesha. Haahaa, hope this can make up for being mia in the pool of Krisho feels.