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klena1. Because my beloved Canadian beauty is coming home tonight and I have a bunch of ficlets I should type up before I completely forget.
Title from "invasion" by Eisley
There's a quiet after the question like none they'd ever encountered before - as if this petite, smiling little marionette doll has just sucked the storm straight out of Arashi.
Jun is, predictably, the first to recover and just quick enough that the pause doesn't look odd on the monitors and wasn't long enough for (starting from the second they leave the stage) the staff, their managers, the shows managers and Johnny himself to reprimand them for not being trained well enough after 9 years to answer or answer around a question. Thank God for Jun
"Ah...are our songs about anyone?"
...
Okay it's not the best response he could have mustered....As a matter of fact it's one of the oldest and most over-used methods of stalling for time and the fractional quirk that twists the interviewer's lips practically caws and screeches her success.
"Our fans, of course!" Aiba chirps, smiling blithely even as his inner Jun-Is-Trying-Not-To-Beat-Me senses buzz wildly. The name needs some work....Imminent Violence Sense? Super Painful Examples of DoS!Jun? Aiba's eyes cloud slightly as he bends and reforms the names.
Sho catches the distraction in Aiba's eyes and agrees easily, "ah, how true - our fans are very important to us."
"Of course they are. If they weren't, we wouldn't be here now, right?" Nino cuts in, scratching his stomach idly and positively beams under the glower Sho and Jun fix him with, brighter than any studio lighting. The interviewer laughs, a shrill tinkling thing that bears more than a passing resemblance to shattered glasses ground under stiletto heels and preens, talon-like fingernails calculatingly brushing perfectly tousled and teased locks away from her ridiculously long lashes. Aiba wonders what animal she would be.
"Ah, how very lovely! However, forgive me, I meant the importance of a loved one or a partner - that kind of importance."
It's one of the ultimate PR nightmare. Their managers squawk quietly and flail their limbs out at the edge of the cameras but can't take the question back. There is no 'correct' way to answer such a question without unleashing a media storm. Sho tries to wipe the sweat from his hands in the most discreet manner possible. Jun attempts to distract her with his ridiculously long lashes as Nino notices this - assembles, destroys, rebuilds and tweaks 30 quips about Jun wearing make-up as deftly as fighting a boss battle. Aiba clears his throat and rubs his chest before opening his mouth - she seems like a lemur or maybe a pekingese - Sho and Jun hide their internal grimaces as the rumble of speech begins in Aiba's throat when Ohno talks.
He has this expression covering his face as if realisation is just blossoming in his mind that they are being interviewed on national television and he speaks as easily and as truthfully as if he's just woken up.
"I sing about Arashi for Arashi. Each song has no life until we sing it and then has it's own special memories attached it after we perform it and more memories melt into the first ones every time after so when I sing I try to remember them all and remind the others of that. As well as creating new memories to be joined afterwards. That makes every note of ever song special, right? Because it's all our memories and all of us together and it's me singing to Arashi and Jun and Aiba and Sho and Nino and it's me singing about them. That's what you mean, mmh?"
Ohno looks so utterly pleased with himself and so soul-baringly happy that no one argues - even breathes for a moment. Which Aiba shatters in spectacular fashion by throwing himself across the sofa over Nino to tackle Ohno and crying out
"Leader is like a dolphin!"
I was going to throw my 'getting kidnapped by strange Japanese boybands' thing up but it's awful and so. No.
And the first bit of what was supposed to be a little tiny drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crazychickencow to persuade her to write more into the Sho/Nino/Jun angst triangle. Except it's not a drabble and now more than looks like an accompaniment to the main fics. Dammit!
"Leader is many oceans away, huh?"
"It's 'miles away', idiot," Nino gripes around his mouthful of ramen - not even looking up. It's just the three of them tonight. Sho had a Very Important Meeting about the Olympics 5 minutes before filming was supposed to end and Jun excused himself, grumbling about learning scripts. "What he actually means is "I am going to paint my nails, reorganise my entire wardrobe first by colour and then by season and then freak out about midnight when I look at the scripts," Nino had smirked knowingly at Jun's retreating back. That had stopped Aiba right in the middle of pulling his shirt over his head, wondering when Nino suddenly knew as much about Jun's routine as he did.
"Are you stuck, Aiba-chan?" Ohno askes and Aiba feels the new heat and solid pressure of his hands wandering across his shoulders and the back of his head as if Ohno had discovered a pattern of colours and loops and some strange language written in Aiba's posture and the way the fabric clung, draped, swirled around Aiba's muscles and skin that Ohno had to trace less it be lost after this brief fragile moment. It makes him feel naked and bare and on display when Leader touches him but not uncomfortably so because Leader doesn't judge, just appreciates and studies and stores for future reference. Aiba feels like a work of art, a finished piece under Ohno's steady, thoughtful gaze and touch and he hopes secretly that Ohno never stops touching him.
He rolls his shoulders forward, easily and smoothly and steps out of the shirt as Ohno pulls it from him and stands awkwardly under Nino's confused stare (although really, he is used to the guys looking at like that) when his mouth saves him without consulting his brain.
"I think there should be ramen tonight. We haven't gone in a while and they make good drinks there and just us three haven't been on our own in even longer and it's good weather for ramen."
Why does my brain not stop me? Aiba wonders
"Aiba - does your brain have any input in your words?"
"Only when I'm talking to people who think in the same way as me," he retorts, canting his head up proudly.
"Oh, so just children then."
"--No!"
"Oh, and Chinen, I suppose."
"Nino," Ohno signs, having returned from hanging Aiba's shirt in Wardrobe. Nino holds his hands up innocently and shrugs, pretending to ignore Aiba sticking his tongue at him.
"Did you say ramen? Ramen sounds good."
"Well, let's go then! C'mon." Aiba bounces on his toes and bounds towards the door.
"Um...Aiba?"
He turns back, shaking his hair out of his face. Nino is grinning at him with his eyebrows raised and Ohno stares at him like he's one of those Surrealist-Dali paintings they went to see in Shinagawa that he didn't understand. He doesn't get why they're looking at him like that now - unless his watch is melting off his arm but it doesn't feel like it.
"You planning on wearing a shirt tonight?" Nino laughs so he glances down and oh hey look, I'm not wearing a top. There's my chest.
"That is, unless you plan on taking us to a host bar after the ramen?" Nino continues, clutching his sides as he laughs. Aiba uses his very best pout and flounces into a pretty accurate Host Boy pose before hastily pulling his shirt on.
And there's more at ramen with Ohno and Aiba realising something's going on and messing up by trying to help the wierd Nino/Sho/Jun tension they notice and aslkfdlfjks I'LL GET THERE!
2. I SORTED MY FLIGHT HOME TONIGHT AND I DEFINITELY KNOW WHEN I'M GOING HOME AND IT'S, LIKE, 18 DAYS AND OH MY GOD AND MUM SENT MONEY TELLING ME TO TREAT MYSELF. :O
3. ....HOME!
4. I went to Salem today with Fran and got myself Ankh earrings that are beautiful and that I have been desiring since I lost my only cheap and nasty pair just after I started working at McDonalds. ANKH EARRING YAY
5. Will get around to doing that awesome writing meme thatwaxrose tagged me for. But first! A little meme.
we all have our reasons for our icons but do you ever wonder what someone means when they use a particular icon in their post/response? Well, now's your chance to ask!
6. (I completely forgot about this until 2 minutes ago) My dreams are getting awesome! On Wednesday night I had this awesome gothic inspired dream where Sho and Kei (yes, as in Sho and Kei from "Moonchild" - Gackt and Hyde) and someone else were travelling with me around these church/house grounds and I mocked them a lot, calling Kei dad and sitting on his shoulders a lot.
Last night my dreams had: me and Gerard Way in gothy dress (and Gerard at one point wearing this Victorian dress I wore in LA with a pair of socks I owe) and walking about this club. He also took my hand and twined my fingers with his when I was leaning against his knees. There was also The Master leaning over my friend Andy who was wearing his Frank N Furter costume and mocking/ fucking with my mind. Um....what else. Oh! Pete Wentz, Gee Way and I all sitting at a table in this diner and Pete gave me his stuff to look after and I didn't look at it or try to pry and this made him really happy. Plus some other stuff that was AMAZINGLY AWESOME regarding travel (and this station that looked a little like the one in Washington) but...\o/
Dreams involving Pete Wentz, Gerard Way and the Master one night and Gackt and Hyde the night before? A++ brain, good work.
Alright. Food. And journal writing and maybe some art. Oh yeah!
[Edit]
ADDING A MOTHERFUCKING 7.
WHO REFRESHED MY PAID ACCOUNT? STEP FORWARD SO I CAN HUG AND SQUISH YOU AND OFFER ART OR FIC OR S;JSDFLKJSDLFKJAZLDS ANYTHING OH MY GOD
Title from "invasion" by Eisley
There's a quiet after the question like none they'd ever encountered before - as if this petite, smiling little marionette doll has just sucked the storm straight out of Arashi.
Jun is, predictably, the first to recover and just quick enough that the pause doesn't look odd on the monitors and wasn't long enough for (starting from the second they leave the stage) the staff, their managers, the shows managers and Johnny himself to reprimand them for not being trained well enough after 9 years to answer or answer around a question. Thank God for Jun
"Ah...are our songs about anyone?"
...
Okay it's not the best response he could have mustered....As a matter of fact it's one of the oldest and most over-used methods of stalling for time and the fractional quirk that twists the interviewer's lips practically caws and screeches her success.
"Our fans, of course!" Aiba chirps, smiling blithely even as his inner Jun-Is-Trying-Not-To-Beat-Me senses buzz wildly. The name needs some work....Imminent Violence Sense? Super Painful Examples of DoS!Jun? Aiba's eyes cloud slightly as he bends and reforms the names.
Sho catches the distraction in Aiba's eyes and agrees easily, "ah, how true - our fans are very important to us."
"Of course they are. If they weren't, we wouldn't be here now, right?" Nino cuts in, scratching his stomach idly and positively beams under the glower Sho and Jun fix him with, brighter than any studio lighting. The interviewer laughs, a shrill tinkling thing that bears more than a passing resemblance to shattered glasses ground under stiletto heels and preens, talon-like fingernails calculatingly brushing perfectly tousled and teased locks away from her ridiculously long lashes. Aiba wonders what animal she would be.
"Ah, how very lovely! However, forgive me, I meant the importance of a loved one or a partner - that kind of importance."
It's one of the ultimate PR nightmare. Their managers squawk quietly and flail their limbs out at the edge of the cameras but can't take the question back. There is no 'correct' way to answer such a question without unleashing a media storm. Sho tries to wipe the sweat from his hands in the most discreet manner possible. Jun attempts to distract her with his ridiculously long lashes as Nino notices this - assembles, destroys, rebuilds and tweaks 30 quips about Jun wearing make-up as deftly as fighting a boss battle. Aiba clears his throat and rubs his chest before opening his mouth - she seems like a lemur or maybe a pekingese - Sho and Jun hide their internal grimaces as the rumble of speech begins in Aiba's throat when Ohno talks.
He has this expression covering his face as if realisation is just blossoming in his mind that they are being interviewed on national television and he speaks as easily and as truthfully as if he's just woken up.
"I sing about Arashi for Arashi. Each song has no life until we sing it and then has it's own special memories attached it after we perform it and more memories melt into the first ones every time after so when I sing I try to remember them all and remind the others of that. As well as creating new memories to be joined afterwards. That makes every note of ever song special, right? Because it's all our memories and all of us together and it's me singing to Arashi and Jun and Aiba and Sho and Nino and it's me singing about them. That's what you mean, mmh?"
Ohno looks so utterly pleased with himself and so soul-baringly happy that no one argues - even breathes for a moment. Which Aiba shatters in spectacular fashion by throwing himself across the sofa over Nino to tackle Ohno and crying out
"Leader is like a dolphin!"
I was going to throw my 'getting kidnapped by strange Japanese boybands' thing up but it's awful and so. No.
And the first bit of what was supposed to be a little tiny drabble for
crazychickencow to persuade her to write more into the Sho/Nino/Jun angst triangle. Except it's not a drabble and now more than looks like an accompaniment to the main fics. Dammit!"Leader is many oceans away, huh?"
"It's 'miles away', idiot," Nino gripes around his mouthful of ramen - not even looking up. It's just the three of them tonight. Sho had a Very Important Meeting about the Olympics 5 minutes before filming was supposed to end and Jun excused himself, grumbling about learning scripts. "What he actually means is "I am going to paint my nails, reorganise my entire wardrobe first by colour and then by season and then freak out about midnight when I look at the scripts," Nino had smirked knowingly at Jun's retreating back. That had stopped Aiba right in the middle of pulling his shirt over his head, wondering when Nino suddenly knew as much about Jun's routine as he did.
"Are you stuck, Aiba-chan?" Ohno askes and Aiba feels the new heat and solid pressure of his hands wandering across his shoulders and the back of his head as if Ohno had discovered a pattern of colours and loops and some strange language written in Aiba's posture and the way the fabric clung, draped, swirled around Aiba's muscles and skin that Ohno had to trace less it be lost after this brief fragile moment. It makes him feel naked and bare and on display when Leader touches him but not uncomfortably so because Leader doesn't judge, just appreciates and studies and stores for future reference. Aiba feels like a work of art, a finished piece under Ohno's steady, thoughtful gaze and touch and he hopes secretly that Ohno never stops touching him.
He rolls his shoulders forward, easily and smoothly and steps out of the shirt as Ohno pulls it from him and stands awkwardly under Nino's confused stare (although really, he is used to the guys looking at like that) when his mouth saves him without consulting his brain.
"I think there should be ramen tonight. We haven't gone in a while and they make good drinks there and just us three haven't been on our own in even longer and it's good weather for ramen."
Why does my brain not stop me? Aiba wonders
"Aiba - does your brain have any input in your words?"
"Only when I'm talking to people who think in the same way as me," he retorts, canting his head up proudly.
"Oh, so just children then."
"--No!"
"Oh, and Chinen, I suppose."
"Nino," Ohno signs, having returned from hanging Aiba's shirt in Wardrobe. Nino holds his hands up innocently and shrugs, pretending to ignore Aiba sticking his tongue at him.
"Did you say ramen? Ramen sounds good."
"Well, let's go then! C'mon." Aiba bounces on his toes and bounds towards the door.
"Um...Aiba?"
He turns back, shaking his hair out of his face. Nino is grinning at him with his eyebrows raised and Ohno stares at him like he's one of those Surrealist-Dali paintings they went to see in Shinagawa that he didn't understand. He doesn't get why they're looking at him like that now - unless his watch is melting off his arm but it doesn't feel like it.
"You planning on wearing a shirt tonight?" Nino laughs so he glances down and oh hey look, I'm not wearing a top. There's my chest.
"That is, unless you plan on taking us to a host bar after the ramen?" Nino continues, clutching his sides as he laughs. Aiba uses his very best pout and flounces into a pretty accurate Host Boy pose before hastily pulling his shirt on.
And there's more at ramen with Ohno and Aiba realising something's going on and messing up by trying to help the wierd Nino/Sho/Jun tension they notice and aslkfdlfjks I'LL GET THERE!
2. I SORTED MY FLIGHT HOME TONIGHT AND I DEFINITELY KNOW WHEN I'M GOING HOME AND IT'S, LIKE, 18 DAYS AND OH MY GOD AND MUM SENT MONEY TELLING ME TO TREAT MYSELF. :O
3. ....HOME!
4. I went to Salem today with Fran and got myself Ankh earrings that are beautiful and that I have been desiring since I lost my only cheap and nasty pair just after I started working at McDonalds. ANKH EARRING YAY
5. Will get around to doing that awesome writing meme that
waxrose tagged me for. But first! A little meme.we all have our reasons for our icons but do you ever wonder what someone means when they use a particular icon in their post/response? Well, now's your chance to ask!
6. (I completely forgot about this until 2 minutes ago) My dreams are getting awesome! On Wednesday night I had this awesome gothic inspired dream where Sho and Kei (yes, as in Sho and Kei from "Moonchild" - Gackt and Hyde) and someone else were travelling with me around these church/house grounds and I mocked them a lot, calling Kei dad and sitting on his shoulders a lot.
Last night my dreams had: me and Gerard Way in gothy dress (and Gerard at one point wearing this Victorian dress I wore in LA with a pair of socks I owe) and walking about this club. He also took my hand and twined my fingers with his when I was leaning against his knees. There was also The Master leaning over my friend Andy who was wearing his Frank N Furter costume and mocking/ fucking with my mind. Um....what else. Oh! Pete Wentz, Gee Way and I all sitting at a table in this diner and Pete gave me his stuff to look after and I didn't look at it or try to pry and this made him really happy. Plus some other stuff that was AMAZINGLY AWESOME regarding travel (and this station that looked a little like the one in Washington) but...\o/
Dreams involving Pete Wentz, Gerard Way and the Master one night and Gackt and Hyde the night before? A++ brain, good work.
Alright. Food. And journal writing and maybe some art. Oh yeah!
[Edit]
ADDING A MOTHERFUCKING 7.
WHO REFRESHED MY PAID ACCOUNT? STEP FORWARD SO I CAN HUG AND SQUISH YOU AND OFFER ART OR FIC OR S;JSDFLKJSDLFKJAZLDS ANYTHING OH MY GOD
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Date: 2008-04-26 09:44 pm (UTC)You need to email meeeeeeeeeee. Like ASAP. So that there can be plans for the 10th. Otherwise there wont be any.
PLZ REPLY OR NOTHING WILL HAPPEN ON THE 10TH.
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Date: 2008-04-27 12:39 am (UTC)Emailing now!
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Date: 2008-04-27 02:12 pm (UTC)