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SILVER LINING by Bernie-Chan @ LJ
Pairings: Sakuraiba, Ohmiya, Aiba/OC
Story type: Multiple parts
Rating: PG, PG-13
Summary: Sakurai Sho’s always liked the baka Aiba-chan, but never had the courage to confess, or tell anyone about it. What will it take for Sho to realize that if he doesn’t confess soon, he may lose Aiba…forever. To make matters worse, a new and upcoming starlet has her eyes on Aiba, and she’s not going to give him up easily.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Arashi members. If I did, I’d be making them my personal slaves and dressing Nino up as a maid (a la Yamado Tarou Monogatari style).CHERISH is a fictional company.
Warning: Un-beta-ed, contains GUY X GUY (obviously). Also contains a mix of (simple) Japanese in the English dialouge.
This was written also to encompass any silly things I'd like to see any of the members of Arashi do, for example, Nino playing with a Nintendo DS, Aiba with a bright pink poster etc. I hope you'll put up with my silly fantasies, ne?
Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu~
Note: Anyone who wants to beta read this can inform me, thanks.
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“ARE!? You’re going to try out!?”
The girl nodded.
“It’s not such a big deal, Corey!”
Corey’s eyes widened.
“Tsubame, what in tarnation do you mean that it’s not such a big deal. IT IS A HUGE DEAL!”
Tsubame shrugged, eyeing her filled out application form. There was a talent search by CHERISH, a new and upcoming company. They were looking for Japan’s latest starlet and by the looks of the numerous posters it was pretty high profile. In other words, the winner would be shot to instant stardom.
Tsubame had not told Corey yet but she had an ulterior motive for trying out for CHERISH. If she made it, it would be easy for her to hang out with the likes of Arashi, her favourite group. She hoped, that with her average (above average to Corey) voice, she would be at least able to get quite far in the, well, competition of sorts.
“I’m just going for the audition. It doesn’t hurt to try, does it?”
Corey shrugged, considering the possible outcomes.
“Well, that is true. When are the auditions anyway?”
Tsubame glanced at the form.
“Next week, at the CHERISH headquarters. The auditions start at 8 A.M. Let’s head there at 7 A.M., ne?”
Corey nodded. It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. She could already imagine the hoards of girls queuing up for the auditions.
“No, make it 6 A.M. Better yet, 5.”
Tsubame’s eyes widened.
“No. Freaking. Way. 7 A.M.”
Corey shrugged.
“Suit yourself!”
Meanwhile, in another part of Tokyo, a group of four boys were lazily lounging in their private room, waiting for their manager to brief them on their photo shoot that afternoon.
A certain Aiba Masaki half bounced, half skipped into the room, like an over energetic bunny running on a limitless supply of batteries.
“Minna Ohayo!”
The four boys gave him a mere glance before returning to whatever they were doing. Ninomiya Kazunari was staring intensely at his Nintendo DS, with Ohno Satoshi seated next to him. The fans didn’t know (although they suspected) that Ohno and Nino were going out. It was a hugely guarded secret from the press and only the group, their manager and their immediate families knew. The two had got together after Nino threw a huge hissy fit over Ohno’s 3P and Marijuana scandal was published in BUBKA Magazine (not to mention in other tabloid magazines too). It wasn’t recent news but what pissed Nino off the most was how much Ohno seemed to enjoy the company of the women in the photographs (which just showed how jealous he was). His reaction had been apoplectic.
“What the hell were you thinking, Ohno!? Why don’t you just go and hire professional models so you can pose with their ASSES on camera?”
“I don’t know why you’re so upset, Kazu! You’re acting as if you’re my boyfriend!”
“What’s wrong with that? I’ve always liked you anyway!”
There had been an awkward silence after that and no one expected Ohno to accept Nino’s so called confession and return it with a kiss (one on the cheek, anyway; they kept anything further than that to the confines of a room). Needless to say, they were inseparable; Nino never let any guy eye Ohno for more than 3 seconds. Any more than that and he’d bring on the I’m-going-to-kill-you-for-eyeing-my-boyfriend-you-bastard glare. It was a silent rule that all juniors (and seniors, alike) adhered to. No one wanted the wrath of the Ninomiya God upon them.
Aiba proceeded to unfurl the poster he held in his hands. It was bright pink. Bright, neon pink.
“Anyone wanna go with me to the CHERISH auditions?”
Naturally, no one replied. When Aiba thought of doing something, he usually did it impulsively without considering the consequences. No one wanted to recall how he had set up a grill INSIDE the Arashi room and had begun to grill a piece of beef when the fire alarm had been triggered by all the smoke. Their manager had nearly brought the house down when he found out that Aiba had been the cause of an emergency evacuation of the Jimusho which suspended work for half a day.
Nino glanced at the poster and grimaced in horror. It was pink. Bright, neon pink.
“Get that PINK thing outta my face! I cannot function with anything so bright in the room.”
Aiba pouted. “Demo…you put up with all of MatsuJun’s HanaDan posters! They were pink and sparkly too!”
Ohno answered for Nino, who was now tapping the DS’ screen rapidly and making noises about how his hero Oh-chan was going to die.
“Sore jaa, the posters had MatsuJun on it, ne?”
Matsumoto Jun nodded and added “There isn’t a reason for us to go for those auditions anyway, it’s not like CHERISH invited us. Besides, Aiba, the paparazzi are going to cook up some bizarre story when they see you there.”
Nino snorted. “Unless Aiba-chan here wants to take part.”
Aiba pouted even more, and looked at the poster thoughtfully.
“I thought that if we were there, the girls would be more motivated to audition…we could be a source of motivation for them!” he added happily with a grin.
Jun sighed, gave up and went back to scribbling on a piece of paper (probably points to note during the Arashi Around Asia concert).
The only member who had not made any comments was Sakurai Sho. He quietly observed Aiba’s movements and prepared himself for Aiba’s “appeal”. Aiba always turned to Sho last, as if he were a last resort. After all, Sho always, always gave in.
“Maa, Sho-kun, Onegaishimasu?” Aiba pleaded, jumping around Sho in a circle with every syllable of please. He shoved the poster in the older man’s face, this time jumping up and down excitedly.
“It sounds fun, doesn’t it? It’ll be fun, Sho-kun!”
Sho backed away warily, not wanting to Aiba to think he was disgusted or anything, it’s just that he was afraid that excessive interaction with Aiba would make a huge gigantic blush rush to his face. No one knew, but Sho had the hugest crush on Aiba. He was never able to tell anyone about it, not even Ohno, the leader of Arashi.
Nino snorted, making another snide remark.
“Asking Sho again? I can’t believe he gave in when you asked him to try peanut butter, lemon, vanilla, chocolate and rum and raisin ice cream mix.”
Jun looked up from what he was writing and decided to point out the obvious to Aiba.
“Well, the paparazzi might say that your girlfriend’s auditioning, Aiba. CHERISH isn’t even affiliated to Johnny & Associates, not by a long shot.”
Aiba still didn’t give up. He gave Sho his best puppy dog look and asked again.
“Sho-kun, onegaishimasu?”
Sho sighed and finally agreed with a nod.
“Hai, hai, Aiba-kun, watashi ga iku.” (Okay, I'll go,)
Aiba’s eyes lit up and he flung his arms around Sho, giving the older man a huge hug.
“YATTA! Arigatou!” he cried happily.
Only Ohno noticed the pinkness that rushed to Sho’s cheeks. He raised his eyebrows, maybe there was a reason behind Sho’s constant soft spot of the ever baka Aiba.
“Oi, Aiba, be careful, okay? If the paparazzi found out, they’re gonna have a field day. If they stop you, say that you’re just PASSING BY.”
Aiba nodded. Sho had taken measures to make sure that they weren’t easily spotted – both donned caps and Aiba was wearing black framed spectacles.
“Waaaaah! Sugoii! Look at the sheer number of girls who came!”
Sho grimly nodded. Thousands of girls had turned up. It was a huge opportunity and the girl who won would probably be interacting with other stars soon, and he could even imagine her on the same episode of Music Station with Arashi or even as a guest on a future episode of Arashi no Shukudai-kun. All those possibilities made the prospect of them getting found out all the more scary. There were already quite a few reporters around and thousands of girls screaming (“Kyaaaa!”) and texting their friends about the surprise appearance of two Arashi members would not bode well.
It was time for Aiba and himself to be secret agents (a la Himitsu no Arashi-Chan). Mission: to motivate a few girls to do their best! Thinking it over, it was a stupid mission. A very stupid mission only the king of baka, Aiba himself, could come up with.
“Kore wa honto ni baka desu. (This is so stupid)” exclaimed Sho, before following docilely as the younger man dragged him to the bathroom.
But just as Aiba was about to relieve himself at a urinal, Sho pushed him into a cubicle.
“Do it inside the cubicle lest someone gets too close and recognizes you. Worse still if they try to get a picture of how big you are.”
Sho shuddered at the thought of such pictures circulating all over the internet.
Aiba frowned slightly, and pursed his lips like he always did when he was thinking.
“Eh? How big I am?” He stared at Sho for a minute before it suddenly hit him.
“Ah, they would want to know how big my pe-” He was cut short by Sho who hit him on the head.
“Baka! Don’t announce it so loudly. Now go in!” He shoved the clueless fellow into a cubicle before entering the one next to it.
Sho sighed. How many times had he sighed at Aiba’s actions already? All that sighing made him seem like an older man (he believed he was ageing rapidly, after all, who wouldn’t, trying to keep Aiba’s curiosity under wraps for a whole day).
“Tsubame, hayaku! Quickly before anyone else comes in!”
A girl’s voice. Sho cursed. Had someone found out that they were there? He tensed up before deciding it would be best to stay hidden.
“But it’s the male toilet! What if there’s someone inside?”
“Nonsense! It’s the only empty place where we can get your hair done! Now hurry up!”
Sho relaxed a little. Their identities had not been found out yet. They were still safe. It just so happened that Aiba thought it was a good idea to burst out and greet the girls. He called it step one of the mission.
Step one: Ambush a random contestant
Step two: Wish her good luck
Step three: Flash trademark dazzling smile
Step four: Run away while girl is still in a daze.
Honestly, not much of a plan but it was the best one they had come up with so far. Sho’s brain was too busy trying to comprehend everything that Aiba was planning so much so that it was unable to come up with even a marginally better plan that wasn’t doomed to failure. The current one spelt total epic failure and he knew it. He more than knew it. He was sure of it. Too late to stop Aiba now, he had activated step one.
Step one. Ambush. Aiba. Ambush. Random girls. Screaming. Paparazzi. Disaster.
Sho cursed as he heard Aiba push open the cubicle doors. He ran out as well and tried to stop Aiba midway.
“Baka!” he cried, trying to catch hold of Aiba, and preventing him from speaking.
The two girls stared at them in bewilderment. Sho cursed again.
“Kuso (Shit/Damn). This is bad. Very bad.”
Aiba had a grin on his face, obviously not realizing the seriousness of the current situation. One scream. One “Kyaaa!” could send hoards of girls running to the male toilet for a mere glimpse of them. Just one scream and it would be mission failed.
“Uwaaa, are you girls here for the audition?”
The girls nodded, the slightly taller one pointing at her friend.
“She’s auditioning, not me.”
Aiba smiled, pushing Sho aside and stepping forward.
“Ah, soo desu ne. Maa, anata wa namae nan desu ka? (Ahh. What's your name?)”
The girls looked at each other then gave Aiba an awkward glance. They introduced themselves, each one still staring wide eyed at the stranger.
The one who was auditioning was Ryuu Tsubame, nineteen. The other girl only introduced herself as Corey.
Sho remained silent in the corner, waiting to swoop in to save the day when things got sour.
Tsubame was staring at Aiba intensively now, as if she was trying to make out where she had seen him before. Sho continued observing her, waiting for any sign that she recognized them. That would be their signal to make a 200 metre dash like Jamaican Olympic Gold Medalist Bolt.
“Well, gambatte for the auditions, ne? Give it your all!”
Tsubame nodded, still intensely studying Aiba as he flashed her a megawatt smile. She frowned.
“Are? Aren’t you…Arashi no Aiba Masaki? Chigau (No way!)! Why would Aiba-san be here…?”
Corey’s eyes widened. “Arashi?” She stared at Sho, trying to hide his face behind the hand dryer. She advanced towards him, and with one swipe plucked the cap off his head. She then proceeded to take the cap off a slightly stunned Aiba.
The girls stared. They blinked. Once. Twice.
“EHHH!?” they screamed in unison.
Sho ran forward and shushed them.
“Shhh! Don’t. Tell. Quiet. Himitsu!” he cried, trying to calm down the shocked and over-the-moon girls. He hoped and prayed to God that they wouldn’t turn into fangirl mode.
“Arashi’s Sakurai Sho and Aiba Masaki? But what are you doing here?”
Sho sighed. He knew this was going to happen, sooner or later.
“Maa, it’s a long story.”
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on 2008-10-13 01:08 am (UTC)<3
Shan
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on 2008-10-13 03:24 am (UTC)<3
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on 2008-10-13 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2008-10-13 01:51 pm (UTC)oh...Ohno? ???
x_x *has an Aiba moment*
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on 2008-10-13 01:58 pm (UTC)Aiba's thehottest~!!!no subject
on 2008-10-13 02:04 pm (UTC)AND YES. AIBA IS THE SMEX. XD XD XD!
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on 2009-01-18 05:19 pm (UTC)Aibaaaaaaaka!!!!
Poor Sho!!!!
Is there a next chapter???
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on 2009-01-19 11:32 am (UTC)