Confessions of a Nagareboshii

[FIC] Winter Arashi, chapter 21

Sun, 05 Apr 2009 19:31:45 GMT

Title: Winter Arashi
by: choconova

Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG (as of now)
Summary: Arashi has finally come back after two years of hiatus! And as they bump into a hauntingly familiar face, the falling snow may be witness of Arashi becoming a five member band once again.

AN:
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I don't even know what to say. I guess you can say I died and... am still dead? hahahaha. At least, till the end of April. hahaha. I'll be on vacation come April-- till then, I'm still on purgatory. >_> It's 3:21 in the morning and my eye bags are the size of saucers. LOL. I needed food for soul so I tentatively checked my LJ which I have abandoned for soooo long *sobs*. And I think I did the right thing... My heart swelled to the size of watermelons.

...So did my guilt. ^^;;;;;;

But some things cannot be helped, i suppose. *sigh* I'm doing my best, minna! >:D WA is not dead yet! With your support, I hope to carry on bravely! Thank you for the never-ending love and support. Reading all your kind words touches me enough to make me weep with joy. ^^

Love forever!
choconova

Previous chapters (1-20)

Chapter 21

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Oda blinked furiously at his doorknob, as if trying to get it to open on its own. He had never quite experienced feeling so nervous about entering his own home… Then again, he never quite experienced being part of a boy band as well. Maybe new things come from new things after all.

Oda shook his head. He wasn’t making any sense.

He pondered glumly over his dilemma, which stemmed from the latest meeting Arashi had just a few hours ago…

***FLASHBACK***

“We start your acting workshop tomorrow, Oda-kun. Umemura-san will still be your instructor.” Manager-kun looked at him. “Have you told your family yet?”

“My… family?”

“Yes, your family. You are now part of Arashi and in a few weeks time I will be requiring you to sign several documents to authenticate your official membership into Arashi.”

“That soon?”

“Yes.” The man nodded. “We will need the signature of your guardian as well so I suggest you tell whoever it is concerned about the news as soon as possible...”

***

“Well… It’s not like I can run away from this forever.” Oda mused aloud to the door. “I’d have to tell them sooner or later…”

His brow wrinkled, as if he were arguing with someone who happened to disagree. “Besides, telling them now would be better than later, anyway…”

He stared at the door as if willing it to answer back. The air was quiet around him and the sky was turning into that warm orange color that Oda liked to paint sometimes. For how long he stood there, he did not know… But he WAS starting to feel kinda stupid.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, I can’t stay here forever.” Oda sighed loudly to himself.

He waited for a few more seconds, like he was waiting for himself to move.

“What are you doing, Takeshi?”

Oda jumped as a hand fell onto his right shoulder. He stifled a startled yelp and quickly turned around. Miyuki-chan was staring at him oddly.

“Ah… Miyuki-chan…” Oda mumbled lamely, immediately deflating. “Okaeri…”

“Tadaima.” She replied, still eyeing him. “What were you doing standing here like an idiot, Takeshi? You are going to catch a cold.”

“Er… I forgot my keys.” He quickly lied, bringing up a sheepish hand to scratch his head.

“Mou, you forgetful boy.” Miyuki-chan rolled her eyes amusedly. “And to think you are older than me… I swear, you still need to be taken care of.”

“Sorry.” Oda watched his cousin slip her keys on the apartment door, hearing the soft click of the lock.

The door creaked open and Miyuki-chan stepped in, turning on the front lights. Oda hesitated…

“Takeshi?” Miyuki-chan looked back at him expectantly. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“Ah…” Oda fumbled with his bag, slowly making his way towards the door. He didn’t know if he could do this… Everything he worked on so far… Everything he held dear… Everything he strived to keep constant and quiet… Everything was going to change…

And this time, it was for real.

“Miyuki-chan…” He absently murmured as he watched his cousin toe off her shoes.

“Hm?” she looked up at him inquiringly. “What is it?”

“If… And it’s just a ‘What if’, mind you…” Oda fidgeted. “If I had to… change… because of a decision I made… Would you think different of me?”

Miyuki stared at him.

“Takeshi…” she slowly began. “Are you feeling all right?”

“I’m fine.” He quickly replied. “I’m sorry, that was a weird question. Never mind…”

“Even if you change Takeshi, I won’t think any lesser of you.” Miyuki shrugged. “You are my cute, dear cousin and nothing’s going to change that.”

Oda’s face broke into a smile and he beamed at his cousin.

“Really?”

“You won’t get rid of me that easy.” She teasingly replied.

“Okay.” He replied, feeling slightly better about the whole thing. “Come on, let’s get dinner ready. I kinda have to tell you guys something later…”

Oda had about a million scenario’s running through his mind regarding that moment when he broke the news to his family. And so far, things have been going exactly as he had predicted…

CLINK.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!!”

Oda kept in the wince at the sheer decibel of Miyuki’s shriek. He had long before learned never to underestimate the screaming power of fan-girls. And Miyuki was a certified, bona-fide member of the Arashi fan club.

He poked at the meat he had in his rice bowl. They were having Sukiyaki, and Oda wasn’t certain if the extravagant meal was really proper for such a night…

“Say that again…” Miyuki-chan thundered, her chopsticks lying forgotten on the floor. “I dare you to say that again and I SWEAR you will regret it if I find that this is one big, sick joke--”

“I’m not joking.” Oda replied, more calmly than he felt. “I’m joining Arashi as their fifth member and I’m currently training under Umemura-san to prepare for my debut.”

He had yet to meet Oji in the eye and he was deathly afraid at what he would see reflected in the usually kindly gaze… If he disapproved… If Oji-chan disapproved…

“Who?” Miyuki squeaked, still wide-eyed.

“Umemura-san.” Oda repeated. “He’s my trainer from Johnny’s Jimusho. I’ve been training under him for quite a while now.”

Miyuki gaped at him and Oda thoughtfully looked away.

“Takeshi…”

Oda immediately felt his shoulders tense. Oji-san had finally spoken.

“Why, Takeshi?”

He felt his heart sinking at the soft tone of Oji-chan addressing him. He forced himself to look up at the older man’s face.

“Why what, Oji-chan?”

“Why… did you do this?”

Oda bit his lip. “I… I wanted to help, Oji-chan… I wanted to be able to help.”

Miyuki and Shouji paused at the height of their freaking out at the suddenly serious tone of the conversation. Oji-chan was looking at him with unreadable eyes and Oda wanted to run off and hide.

“You… disapprove?” Oda quietly asked.

“Joining a band… Sharing their responsibilities…” Oji-chan slowly began. “These are big things, Takeshi. Are you prepared to accept this role with all your heart?”

Oda stared at him.

Oji-chan sighed. “This was what I was afraid of… I told you before, Takeshi… I promised myself that I would do everything in my power to help all of you to follow your dreams. This isn’t how I wanted it to be…”

“But Oji-chan…” Oda whispered. “You don’t have to do this alone… I want to help. I will never be at ease otherwise.”

“Do not be selfish, Takeshi!” Oji-chan sharply said, and Oda was shocked at the stern tone.

“This is not a joke anymore.” The older man looked at him in the eye. “Joining a band… If you do not have your heart in it, then you might as well quit. Producing music and dancing around… It’s not that simple! People will be watching you, judging you, looking up to you. Are you ready for that, Takeshi? Is this what you want?”

Oda was taken aback. Is this what he wanted? The question startled him. From the start, everything had been about everything and anything else… What did HE want?

His mind wandered back to the long hours under Umemura-san’s sharp eyes… The beat of the music as his body moved to the rhythm… As one by one, his steps, his movement bled into an intricate and beautiful dance… Oda remembered the intoxicating feel of pure bliss as he first flew into the air in a simple cartwheel… It was as if the box of Pandora had been opened and he was hopelessly addicted.

He loved it.

He thought back to the countless explanations of Manager-kun about routines and interview systems and his flustered mind trying its best to keep up… That perpetually busy feeling he had every waking moment he spent inside the studio… The beat of fast paced modernity mingled with the slight taste of celebrity. Oda’s eyes widened as he realized he liked it. He liked it all.

And then there were the members… Sho-kun was always supportive of him and Aiba-chan adored him… He was unendingly grateful for their all out support- he never could have done it without them. Matsumoto Jun was still cold to him but it only made him strive harder… work harder, than he had ever worked in his life. And Nino… The boy always made him laugh and he loved their petty arguments over practically anything at all… He wanted this.

He wanted it.

“Yes.” Oda finally replied, looking at Oji-chan directly in the eyes. “I want it.”

“At first, this was all about me trying to help you, Oji-chan…” Oda continued, admitting freely to the older man of his original intentions. “But as time went by, it became about something else… I was… happy, Oji-chan. I enjoyed it.”

Oda smiled freely. “I am enjoying it.”

There was a long silence after that and the soft bubbling of the Sukiyaki pot filled the room… Finally, Oji-chan smiled and held out a hand.

“Then congratulations, Takeshi… Congratulations.”

Oda felt his breath rush out of him and with it went all his apprehensions and fears. Oji-chan approved… Everything was okay!

“I’ll work hard, Oji-chan.” Oda promised, beaming at the old man. “I promise.”

“I’m sure you will.” Oji-chan kindly replied, smiling at him. “You will be a wonderful artist, Takeshi. You have always been wonderful in my eyes.”

Oda’s smile widened. “Thanks, Jii-chan!”

“So…” Shouji slowly began, eyeing Oda with a strange look in his eyes. “Does this mean I get to have a famous cousin now?”

“I’m not famous…” Oda reminded him. “Not yet…”

“Yet.” Shouji scoffed, a slow grin cracking his face. “Oh MAN, this is PRICELESS! Wait till I tell my friends!”

“You can’t.” Oda sharply said, turning to face him seriously. “You mustn’t tell ANY one, Shouji. You have to promise. Till the day it will be officially announced to the public, no one else must know.” He turned to the rest of his family. “Absolutely NO ONE.”

Oji-chan nodded in understanding. “It makes sense… The contract is legally binding, I suppose?”

“Yes.” Oda replied. “Which reminds me- I need your signature on the contract. It’s proof that I have the consent of both parties- whatever that means.”

Oji-chan nodded. “I am glad.”

“My god… This is for real, then?” Shouji shook his head in amazement. “I think the reality’s just sinking in now… This is so bizarre.”

“Tell me about it.” Oda agreed.

“And why aren’t you saying anything?” Shouji looked suspiciously at his sister, who had been uncharacteristically silent.

“Er…” Miyuki blinked, looking dazed. “I don’t know what to say, really…”

“Don’t worry… The shock will wear off soon.” Oda sighed, patting her shoulder. “Trust me.”

* * *

A blood-curling scream echoed through the night.

Oda jerked awake from his bed in alarm, flailing his arms, as he was rudely shaken into consciousness and falling painfully out of bed.

“Owwww…” He groaned thickly from the tangle of blankets on his hard, unforgiving floor.

His muddled mind took a second to properly process being awake before he remembered what exactly had woken him up-

“Miyuki!” he gasped, as he recognized the shrill scream.

He quickly scrambled up from the floor, tripping all over his sheets as he stumbled towards his bedroom door. The lights in the hall flickered open as Oji-chan and Shouji emerged from their bedrooms as well.

“Miyuki-chan?” Oda called out, knocking on her door.

Oji-chan and Shouji were huddled around him, looking confused and a little shaken. Oda knocked harder.

“Miyuki-chan, daijobu? Are you hurt?”

There was no reply from inside and they were steadily getting worried.

“Miyuki-nee’chan!” Shouji croaked, jiggling the doorknob. “It’s open!”

“Miyuki-chan, we’re going in.” Oda warned, rapping on the door again. “We’re going in, okay?”

There was still no reply and so action was definitely inevitable. Oda counted to three and burst through the door, expecting the worst possible scenario… He abruptly halted in the middle of the glaring pink room and stared at the figure sitting limply by the bed. Oji-chan and Shouji crashed into him from behind and they all fell to the floor in a tangle of flaying arms and limbs.

“Ow!” Oda groaned, silently telling himself that his body was getting too much of a beating to be healthy.

“Why did you stop?” Shouji groaned from underneath him where he was squished.

“Miyuki-chan!” Oji-chan called, struggling to push himself off the two bodies. “Miyuki-chan, what’s the matter? Why did you scream?”

“Gerrof me!” Shouji hissed at him, elbowing Oda in the face.

“Stop struggling!” Oda snapped back, heaving himself to his feet.

The three men finally stood in a single line facing Miyuki’s bed, where the said girl was sitting frozen atop her frilly bed sheets. Oda was acutely aware of the limp, shocked look in her expression and wondered if there had been a cockroach or a rodent that was unfortunate enough to wander into her room…

“Miyuki-nee’chan?” Shouji tried again, furrowing his brows. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Arashi…”

Oda froze as the words left her lips. Two pairs of eyes immediately zoomed towards him- Oji-chan’s inquiring while Shouji’s, confused…

“Did she just…?” Shouji paused, unsure. “She said… Arashi?”

“Arashi.” Miyuki repeated, a little louder.

“What, the gay boy band?” Shouji scratched his head, confused. “What about them?”

“Arashi!” she cried, almost hysterically.

“Miyuki-chan, just tell us…” Oji-chan said gently. “What is wrong?”

Miyuki slowly raised a finger and pointed to Oda. Her face was a mixture of wonder and shock. “Arashi!”

Everyone fell silent for a few heartbeats.

“I think…” Shouji slowly began inching his way towards the door. “I know where this is going…”

“Miyuki-chan, get a grip.” Oda peered at her worriedly, shaking a hand in front of her eyes. “Oji-chan, do you know what’s wrong with her?”

“She seems to have gone into a shock…” Oji-chan slowly replied, watching his granddaughter with wide eyes. “Takeshi, how much do you think this… band meant to her?”

“It’s pretty much her whole world.” Oda admitted, glancing at his cousin. “I was kinda surprised she didn’t make a fuss over the news a while… a…go… Oh.” He paused. “Oh dear.”

They glanced at each other and looked back at the silent girl.

“She’s in shock.” Oda finally realized, frowning slightly. “The fact that I am soon going to be part of the boy band she has been worshipping-”

“AAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUURGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Oda clapped his hands to his ears in horror as Miyuki-chan let out another earsplitting scream. Oji-chan was more tactful and tried to get her to stop screaming.

“Miyuki-chan, it’s all right! Calm down! Takeshi will become part of this band you love and so it will become even more special to you… Don’t you think so, Miyuki-chan? Isn’t this good news?”

“YOU! ARASHI- I, but I! AAAAAAURRRGGGGGHHHHH!!” Miyuki-chan shook her head violently, clawing at her hair. “I don’t BELIEVE it! YOU! TAKESHI! You can’t even- NO! I can’t believe after all this- WHY? I don’t know what to-”

“Miyuki-chan, CHILL!” Oda cried, his eyes wide. “You’re starting to really scare me.”

“But you KNOW… You KNOW how much I- NNNUUUURRRGHHHHGGG!!” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as she felt he overwhelming need to hit something. “You are going to be PART of them and- they’re GODS and I’m actually related to- SHIT! What am I going to do when I- OH NO! I still haven’t lost enough weight and you-!”

Oda sighed and slumped down to the floor. This would take a while, he could tell… Shouji had been smart enough to smell danger and scampered off to the safety of his room, while Oji-chan excused himself to make some tea… Oda advised him to stay away till it was safe enough and so he alone remained to bear the ranting of a fan girl, well into the wee hours of dawn.

Still, Miyuki-chan could not be appeased and so Oda, in a desperate attempt to finally get some needed rest, offered her something that he knew he would regret later on…

***

Iie- No

Arashi-tachi- the rest of arashi

Okaeri- Welcome back

Tadaima- I’m home/I’ve returned

REUPLOADED! [Fanvid] WHY

Thu, 09 Oct 2008 09:18:30 GMT

Title: WHY?

by: choconova

An ohmiya fanvid.

So, both youtube and veoh kicked me out and for months i gave up on posting this video. :)) But today, i rewatched it again and I felt the need to share. No streaming site will take me and so I finally gave in to Vox. Forgive the quality, I am very much in despair. But what can I do? *shrug* If you guys know a streaming host site, then please let me know and I will check them out. ^_^

I do very much want to know what you think of it! :) Comments mean the world, i swear.

"Doushite Kimi wo Suki ni Natte Shimattandarou" (JEZUS what a long title ) is a beautiful, beautiful song with equally beautiful (and sad) lyrics. I highly recommend that you read through the lyrics (which i have provided below) first so you can better catch the gist of the video. There's a story, yes. I hope its clear to everyone. I'm pretty concerned about it. :)

P.S. I should get shot for this, really... Arashi and DBSK crossover. LOL.

WATCH!!

It's been too long since I wrote a decently pointless journal entry.

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 19:03:52 GMT

Lately, I've been surfing the net, trying to look for a good read. It's never actually that I have no material to read- in fact, i've got tons of articles I kinda need to read to pass my fucking subjects. But they're just about as appetizing as a dead dormouse. (Have you ever seen a dormouse before? Yeah, imagine that.)

My recent trips to Powerbooks turned out futile since I couldn't seem to find a cover that didn't scream out Vampires or bloody sex. Confused and just a little angry, I wander around the bookstore like a lost kid, wondering if I needed to change my glasses sometime soon. Because I finally see the huge sign taped on the wall that read: SALE. 50% OFF!

Oh. So THAT'S why. All confusion and doubts disappeared from my mind which was replaced by a dejected sense of understanding. Like I had discovered why Aphrodite had no arms. Why it had to be that way.

I had been too rudely shaken awake by Media theories and the evil called Commercialism, that I have lost all taste and patience for the word: SALE. That is a lie, that word. It shouldn't be legal to be called that. It's a violation to the English jargon. I think the appropriate word is: Cheat. Trickery. STALE. Whatever it is they are trying to dupe you into buying, you can be sure there's something wrong with it, or it's ten hours off from the expiration date. Pessimist? Me? Perish the thought.

So I stalk out the bookstore, sulking. Despite the glittery red letters of the looming, dreaded word, I knew that the real reason why there weren't any good books around, was that they were packed away, conveniently not ready yet for display. I must wait till the sign comes off before I go in again. The problem now is, what to do during that time?

We go back to my surfing online for good stories. The problem with online stories is that the reason they remain online- is because they suck. Well, there are good ones- the ones you have to pay for to read. E-books, they're called now. But that' a lie, too- that word. E-books aren't really books. They aren't electronic either. Poor English Jargon. It's being brutally misused like God's name. But unlike God, who has the Pope to remind us that we are evil people who need to clean our mouth with extra strong bleach... Who defends English, when the English (people) themselves violate it with words like e-book? Or worse, pedestrian lanes. Come now, let's not be foolish with PEDESTRIAN LANES. What right does that strip of cement with yellow tattoos have, to call itself a pedestrian lane? Technically, any strip of solid mass can be called a pedestrian lane as long as people stomp over it. Right? Tsk, tsk. My God, really.

But AGAIN, back to on-line literature. I've spent hours poring over onslaught of words, dutifully ignoring the incest rape stories and picking acidly through trashy romance novelettes. Once in a while, I return to my "A History of Television" but one can only stomach dead dormouse to a certain extent. My paper on "Wowowee" still remains static at 2000 words, the last word ending with: Dolphy.

Somehow, my will to write more about the Comedy King disappears and instead, I am writing about my crappy musings somewhere my professors can never reach. All they ever need to know about my writing is the semi-intelligent garble I got from my grade four teacher, Mrs. Antoni, who taught me all I needed to know by explaining the Invertebrae chart. Through the trauma of having to learn about backbone-less worms and termites, I have perfected the art of indirectly addressing something that would normally gross out people. Writing papers, if you must know, ranks as one of the grossest thin man-kind had ever invented.

So my online search for decent literature has failed. Either the world wide web just isn't meant for higher culture, or I just sucked hunting for goods. I've only trusted google. Anything more complicated than search engines, I burst into tears. I have never, ever considered buying one of those self-help for dummies book, but now I am beginning to think now's a good chance to try something new. My pathetic life now taken over by a Trunchbull (aka school) has forced me into this state of primitivism, that "trying something new" would be restricted into the confines of my own skin.

I now miss the days when "trying something new" would constitute to my flicking stones over the principal's window, wanting to prove so much that she was an alien because of the yellow topaz she wore on her throat. In my young mind, I believed that if I threw the stones hard enough, they would break the yellow "thingy" around her neck and I would be hailed a hero who had just saved the world from the invasion of aliens. That was during the "Mars Attack!" days. Today, I have a topaz choker of my own, delicately hanging by my jewelry stand, always admired but never worn. I was a kid, once upon a time. Today, at 18 years of existence, there were still kids around who flick stones. I'd rather not risk being mistaken for an alien.

After about a thousand words, I have finally come to understand the sudden emergence of the me whom I haven't seen for at least a year now. I used to write silly nothings like these and post them up without a flying fuck because I like hearing my voice jump out at me through words. Some people have an obsession with looking at themselves in a mirror. Well, apparently, I obsess over my the voice in my head (Jimmy Cricket, is that you?) and try to make sense of it through quantifiable words. Words that can be read. Words that are proof that I'm not insane yet because hey- I'm still laughing. I remember Joker cackling: "And I thought my jokes were bad!". I want to squeeze him and laugh, assuring him: No. You're jokes aren't bad. The audience just suck.

Being a coffee addict is fun. Taxing, but fun. You get to be all java and artistic and you've got an excuse for the temporary high. It's legal, caffeine. No one says you're a junkie even though its true anyway. But take it away, and it's all doom and gloom. Depression hits you like the 20th century. So I decided to stop. Rainbows and butterflies become dark and morbid once you take away the colors, yanno? So for about a few years, I was clean. All-nighters were a bitch to go through with a bowl of peanuts and an apple that barely pinches at all.

Once in a while, I'd succumb and get myself a good ol' espresso at Starbucks. But as I became more devoted to my health-nut phase, I stuck to green-tea like a green leech. Go, greenies! Say no to pigs and cows, let's go tofu! But hey, I genuinely love tofu. And green tea. And yes, Yoghurt is the new ice cream. Instead of crying at night over buckets of green-tea ice cream, I now prefer a bucket of Nestle strawberry yoghurt.

But tonight, on a whim, I drowned myself in the sinfully good substance. My giant Wall-E tumbler is now drained empty, but the warm aroma of coffee still lingers in the air and in my breath. My papers have artful coffee stains which I delightfully trace with a bandaged finger. I missed this, I really have. The Script blairs on re-run on my iTunes and I have the words: The Man who can't be Moved, stuck on my lips like a mantra. I don't feel particularly artistic right now- I'm pretty sure I will never feel artistic ever again. But I feel it- the familiarity. Like finding an old pair of jeans and realizing with delight that it still fit, even after all these years.

And words flow out from me like it did before. Before, when I was not afraid to write. When I was not afraid of the world.

I love this feeling- writing so freely without any worry of cohesiveness or conciseness or whatever it is they taught during English 101. Introduction, Body and Conclusions really tire me- like having to pace endlessly inside a restricted cage. You poke a little at the boundaries, and a pen sharply scraps at you reprimanding-ly. You have no choice but to resentfully withdraw your now bloodied finger, watching as the redness stains the big fat 2.5 glaring from your paper. Bah.

It's been too long since I wrote a decently pointless journal entry.

VIDEO LIST

Mon, 28 Jul 2008 11:05:43 GMT

Ah yes, though they aren't much. So I like to tinker with moving images- sue me. ^^;; LOL. Just for the sake of organization since I'm such a frustrated neat freak.. hahaha.

ARASHI FANVIDS

Title: SPIN [series]
by: choconova
A Sakuraiba Fanvid

Brief summary: (WARNING: Spoilers ahead)

A bad wind is blowing in Arashi as members start fighting! First, Riida and Nino have a spat and in his distraught, Nino turns to Aiba which in turn fuels the jealousy of Sho and things get worse from thereon in.. And so Matsujun decides to do something about it and suggests to Sho to take Aiba to a nearing soccer game... There, Aiba sees him kissing a girl and gets upset thinking that Sho had deliberately called him there to provoke him... And the drama ensues.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

Title: FAR AWAY
by: choconova
An OhMiya Fanvid

First ohmiya fanvid. My OTP forever. The concept of this is kinda derived from my 'Spin' series

LINK

Title: RUN
by: choconova
An OhMiya Fanvid

The concept of an Ohmiya-in-a-war hit me one night, and it refused to let me sleep till I had it down on paper. :)

LINK

Title: WHY
by: choconova
An OhMiya Fanvid

P.S. I should get shot for this, really... Arashi and DBSK crossover. LOL.

LINK

Why from http://choconova.vox.com/

OTHERS

Title: Ordinary Day
by: choconova
A Meet the Robinsons Fanvid.

Song by Vanessa Carlton.
Implied as necessary. ^_^

LINK

[FANVID] WHY

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 17:04:05 GMT

WHY, an ohMiya Fanvid.
by: choconova

All right, so I guess this is a bit funny. Arashi x DBSK crossover? *gets shot* LOL.
But hey, Tohoshinki's new single came out and I just loved it. And guess what I do to things I love..? Yes, I exploit it. I use it. I just HAVE to tinker with it and voila! This is the product. ^^;;

Recently, i've been busy to the point of obtaining panda-eyes. Yes, i am now starting to look like Riida (have you seen his eyes in maou? Riida- sleep please!) and I am paying a hefty price (buying creams and other gunk) to look human again. XD But it's a saturday night. I needed my well-deserved free time and see what my free time has been spent on! lol.

"Doushite Kimi wo Suki ni Natte Shimattandarou" (JEZUS what a long title ) is a beautiful, beautiful song with equally beautiful (and sad) lyrics. I highly recommend that you read through the lyrics (which i have provided below) first so you can better catch the gist of the video. There's a story, yes. I hope its clear to everyone. I'm pretty concerned about it. :)

Please enjoy and don't forget to comment. I seriously want to know what you think and comments mean the world. It does. :)

EDIT!
Youtube and Avex can all go to hell. ^^ I honestly don't think I've infringed any copyrights but.. oh well. That's what the upper assholes say so, who am I to say otherwise eh? They can have their sorry exercise of power. Lol.

So, off we go!
->TEMPORARILY DOWN<

DETA! My Ohmiya theories! O_O

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 15:27:07 GMT

Warning: very very weirdness. XD

All right, so I've got several Ohmiya theories my whacked up brain made up- but its got me pretty convinced! And just two nights ago, two of my theories have been confirmed. O_O

The first was the theme of the "Sun". I don't want to spoil anything from WA but actually, I've already got an insert song which I wrote nearly a year ago. It's a song where the theme is "the sun". Watching 6.19 HNA where Nino dresses up as an Otaku and infiltrate fortune tellers, nearly gave me a hear attack.

The woman mentioned the word "TAIYOU" which means the SUN. I don't know if anyone would believe me when I say this, but personally, when I look at Nino, I see a sun.

See, I'm the type of person who feels through life more than anything. I trust my instincts more than I do the police. I'm sure some of you have experienced this quite a lot- when you see something and immediately, you are reminded of something else. :D I may have a memory span the size of a teaspoon but strangely, everything will remind me of something else.

And so when my instincts suddenly shoved the vision of a "sun" in my mind, it got me stumped. It doesn't make sense at all because Nino is hardly the bright, sunny persona. That's more of Aiba's style, ne? But I actually DO see a sun. And so I've come up with this really really whacked up notion that Nino is someone who always LOOKS at the sun. The "SUN" here being something/someone that is special or dear to him. Of course, being the Ohmiya devotee that I am, I immediately set about ways to convince myself that this "SUN" was none other than Oh-chan. (I have yet to prove that by the way)

And now, the fortune-teller has confirmed my intuition. O_O I couldn't help but be flabbergasted.

The next one is a more normal one. You see, I've always told my friends that it is my firm believe that Nino will never get married. Or if he would, it would not be a happy one. He just doesn't seem like the type who'd be in a commitment. My instincts tell me Nino finds women in general- annoying. And oh, he hates kids.

And what did the fortune teller say next??

To Ninomiya: YOU MUSTN'T MARRY.

I fell off my chair laughing. You see, Nino?? The whole world says so. Stick with Oh-chan, that's a good lad. Oh-chan isn't the type to get married either. If ever, I think his dear mother would co-erce him into an omiai or an arranged marriage. And oh-chan, being the dutiful kid that he is, would get married and not care at all. A hundred bucks says that if ever, the wife would be just like Oh-chan's mom. XD

Ah, the weirdness of it all. I just felt like someone up there was laughing at me, teasing me by giving me would-be evidences that will never be accepted as hard evidence anyway. Hahahaha. No matter how deluded I may be, I will never pass the above mentioned as hard pieces of evidence. The Ohmiya touches are my only (at least for now) proof of Ohmiya love. XD

But still, it's fun.

Ohno's beloved Ninomiya.

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 17:25:16 GMT

KYA!!
Riida is killing me. He really is.

So, I was watching the latest Ousama no Brunch where Riida and Tohma guested for their upcoming dorama, Maou! You can imagine just how excited I am for Maou. I'm seriously losing sleep over it. =.=

So right! Oh-chan is looking spiffier than ever. He actually lost some of his ridiculous (but CUTE) stuttering and his fillers had dramatically decreased. He was talking in full sentences now! Bravo, Riida. :D Tohma and Ohno seemed to get along pretty well. Hurray. ^^

They mentioned Matsujun's thoughtfulness. And Riida's fishing tendencies which makes him tanner than needed for his maou role. -.-;; And oh, apparently, Tohma has a huge appetite. So CUTE.

BUT THIS IS WHAT KILLED ME!!

In the middle of the show, the host announced the next topic- another Arashi member starring in the first episode of Maou! XDDD (Of course, we all already knew who it was) And the host asks Ohno: Ohno-san, who will be appearing?

And Ohno goes: "Ah, boku no, daisuki na..."

KYAAA!!!

Your most beloved?! OMG I LOVE YOU!! Riida, go on and announce to the world just WHO YOU LOVE!

And he keeps repeating it! "The one I like the most... My most beloved.."

And the host reiterates it! "Ohno-kun's beloved Ninomiya"

LOOOOOOOOL.

I am in ohmiya zen. Lalalalalalalala. Sunshine has come back in my life. ^^;;
Now, if only I could get back to writing..

=.=;;

Ohmiya is BACK!!!

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:14:08 GMT

I JUST HAVE TO TELL THE WORLD. >____<

Lately, I have been feeling sad and somewhat empty. While some of you may laugh and think it's a bit over the top (God knows I wonder about myself sometimes..), it was because of the obviously widening gap between Ohmiya. My unease started when Nino revealed the origin of Gimmick Game. It was an 'ohmiya song' which made me happy- but it made me sad at the same time. The lyrics weren't exactly peachy-poo.

But I passed it off as some 'gimmick' Nino was playing to bait us Ohmiya fans... Still, my nagging unease wouldn't go away.

I went 'KYAA!' over Chinen's obvious fanboying and I eagerly anticipated Nino's exploding jealousy-induced reaction... which never came. Instead of the jealous explosion, Oh-chan received silent treatment. D: Oh NO.

Things went worse from thereon in!

The gap between them became wider and wider! From Shukudai-kun (Le GASP!) to their One-Love PV (where the gap was SO painfully obvious) to the rest of the shows during that period, Nino was so distant from Oh-chan. He was also literally far away from him (That seldom happened before!). I was confused and I didn't know what was going on- and then the Wink Up July issue comes out and we hear Nino saying something about "going on a journey".

Oh NO.

Journey?? Like, if that was a literal journey, I'd eat my shoe. Is it because of Chinen? Is it because of Arashi's growing popularity and you were torn with showing the world your ohmiya love? Or is it because Oh-chan was getting more and more popular and so you fear he is not going to need you anymore?

Nino, you IDIOT!!

I was devastated. Oh-chan looked so lonely without Nino beside him.

And so the drama.

AND THEN!!!

My Ohmiya sensors picked up when I watched the 6.14. VSA. My eyes went O_O when I realized... I realized! Nino was not so standoffish anymore! He was actually standing next to Oh-chan now.

A slice of happiness.

But today, TODAY, I have achieved Nirvana. My Zen and peace. My pinnacle of happiness.

OHMIYA IS BACK!!!

Thanks to the reports on the recent 6/18 and 6/19 Fukuoka concert, I can now die happy!! ^_^ According to the reports, on Fukuoka 6/18, Arashi celebrated Nino's birthday! And with it, came the return of Ohmiya SK!! Sugoi! Taka and Yuji are back! ^^

During the SK skit, Taka (oh-chan) kisses Yuji (nino) on the cheek! KYA!! And Nino falls over in embarrassment! Omg! ^^

BUT THAT'S NOT THE BEST BIT YET...

On the 6/19 concert, Ohmiya kisses again! And this time (LISTEN TO THIS), it was the lips-to-lips kind of kiss!!

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

And Oh-chan declared that they are going out from now on.

OMG KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

BEST NEWS!!

Go tell your friends, folks! Go tell your families! Your dogs! THE WORLD!

Because tonight, I will rest happy. Tonight, I can smile in earnest and declare proudly...

Ohmiya.. is BACK.

Nino, welcome back from your journey. I'm glad you're back safe. :)

Sugoi. O_O It's Masi Oka!

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:26:38 GMT

Er, so there I was, waiting for MS because KYAA! Arashi is coming to sing One LovE! ^_^
But then... I was a whole hour early. So i boredly surfed around while waiting and then suddenly i saw-

HOMG IT'S HIRO NAKAMURA!! O_________O

Bikurishita. ^_^;;

He was the guest for this talkshow.. I dunno the name of the show and i was hardly paying attention. I knew Masi Oka followed the Japanese-American pattern and I totally didnt expect him to be so good at speaking japanese. Because frankly, his japanese in Heroes was very dubious. ^^;;

Sugoi.
It was such a pleasantly shocking experience. lol.
Ah, still twenty minutes till MS..

^_^;;

Ohmiya squee.

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 04:36:49 GMT

Because I am tired of trying to find somone to squeal over ohmiya with. Because I cannot help myself. Because I am cool like that. Hah, no- I'm the biggest loser on earth. Believe it. Lol.

So anyway, I was watching the latest shenanigan on VS Arashi... Sigh. Riida's black hair. No matter how many weeks its been I still think it's incredibly hot on him. Who needs an orange mange of lion hair when you can look that THAT, Riida?? Stick to it please. But don't ever grow that goatee again. I had nightmares for weeks. It was like Jun's eyebrows grew on his face. Ugh.

But anyway, I was a little sad as I watched the latest VSA. Of course, I was giddy with the fact that Oh-chan was climbing up that wall- guh. He really looks good like that. But then I noticed that Ohmiya hasnt been interacting much anymore. Like, even in Shukudai-kun. They were so far apart it made me a little concerned.

No, Riida! I know Chinen's cute and hell yes, he's a lot younger than Nino- But don't let Nino slip away!! Noooo! D:

I honestly believe that Chinen is a huge factor in the Ohmiya relationship, romantic or otherwise. Abandoning my fangirling mind for a split second, I will still come to the objective conclusio that Chinen is really involved in the dynamics of OhMiya relationship. I don't think NIno appreciates the fact that some brat has come to steal Ohno's attention, which has always been on Nino. Sigh. I love them all, really. But please, don't break up!

Gimmick game aside, please tell me that the 'break up' was just temporary. *fangirling mode back on*

That aside, I shall continue to watch and hope and love. Ohmiya has become.. a religion to me. They make me happy like nothing can. Because somehow, I believe that they are real. Well, more real than Akame, that's for sure (no offense meant to Kat-tun fans).

I can't wait for Oh-chan's drama! Seriously, I am counting the days. July come fasteeeeeeeeer. I need a healthy dose of Ohno. And I'm praying that Nino can appear on a cameo role somehow. Like how Oh-chan cameod for YTM. :DD

Later days!

[MR.SUN] Changing

Wed, 14 May 2008 13:03:49 GMT

Included in the MR.SUN album. :) I was innocently listening to Arashi's newest Dream-a-Live album and it was Riida's INCREDIBLE solo 'Take me Faraway' that triggered the inspiration in me. Sigh. That man can sing. And even though I had no idea what he was saying (YET) since I have yet to read the translation, I still fell in love with his voice all over again. :)

Changing
~choconova

The light reflected on the tears on the letter you wrote
Ate away at the silence of my room
The night was quiet just like last time
Exchanging stories of the lovers in the sky

The world we knew had always been too small
And before we knew it…

Our hearts were bursting with emotions
We never knew were there
Meaningless words repeated countless times
If only we knew what to say
Tell me why it had to be this way

If you could see my eyes right now
They have never trembled looking at you
The night could have been just like last time
Only it isn’t because it has become our story

No matter how this world would start changing
We won’t, even when...

Everything we believed in turned out gray
And we become hurt
Meaningless words repeated countless times
If only our hearts could speak
We wouldn’t have to be so weak

No matter where you are
No matter what time or place
No matter what world we are reborn
The sky will always be the same for us

Even if forever does not exist
This long winding road can still be taken
We can go far away.

[MR. SUN] Morning

Fri, 09 May 2008 12:01:42 GMT

It has been inspiration week and I've finished the MR.SUN album (again, for the lack of a better term- compilation??) with a total of eight songs and starting on the eighth album (compilation??) called MELODRAMA. Heh.

This song was inspired by something I read, though i don't exactly recall what happened anymore.. But I remember it was wedspawn's So Much Mine... I also remember bawling like a baby after reading it. ^_^;;

Morning
~choconova

Verse 1
One day we will be wiser
Wrinkled and older together...
Fighting and laughing
Two hearts that hope for forever

We search for our mountains
Taking our chances
But with your palm in mine
I am not afraid...

Bridge
And so this heart loves you
with everything that I could ever be
Love you so much
I would do anything but...

Chorus
One day
we will wake up to a sunrise
that fills us with sadness
to find the coldness beside us
Where warmth once reside

And I pray now
I pray hard that I will not
wake up to that morning
This selfish heart cannot
Take it- I take it...
That I hope to never see that morning...
I’m sorry... I’m sorry...
But never that morning...

Verse 2
We’ll touch the sky
With the words we sang
(For us...)
Watching the fireworks cheer
(For us... )
The love that explodes with the fire
(From us...)
Keeping us warm from the
Cold, cold world...
(But…)
*Repeat Chorus

Coda
You may be the stronger
Between these two trembling hands
Forgive this weakened heart
For wanting to fall first into darkness...
Before I face that morning...
I cannot face that morning...
Not another morning without you…

[Mr. Sun] Sad Song

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 14:06:13 GMT

Newest 'album' (once again, for the lack of a better term -.-) entitled Mr. Sun. :D It's been a while since I made a song but then I guess things have been busy.. I actually like this one :)

Sad Songs
~choconova

Verse 1
In a love song
You would be the man
And she the woman…
And I would be the best friend
Who falls in love…

I hope we don’t grow up
Listening to sad songs
Take a little bit of hope
And keep it in my dreams
Oh, why do sad songs
Have to be so real…

Chorus
And why do people keep singing
Songs that make them cry?
Keep them playing on the stereo
In their lonely nights…
There’s one step more to go
Where this stops, I don’t know
Writing letters of the heartaches
That keeps me asking why…

Does the world posses
the one same heartbeat?
That sings of sadness and the
Raindrops on the corner street…
It’s a shame, I won’t know
And this all goes to show
How this would all end up
A sad song...

Verse 2
In a duet
You would be the man
And she the woman
And I would be the vocal
that fades into the background…

I hope we don’t grow up
Singing to sad songs
Take a little bit of love
And keep it in my heart
Oh, why do sad songs
Have to break us apart…
*Repeat Chorus

Coda
And to this day
I still can’t get why
people keep coming back
To places that remind them
of all the things that they lack…
And why do they keep sending
Messages in bottles to
The people who they know
Wont read it, and even if they do…

Chorus 2
Why do I keep singing songs
That would make me cry?
I guess it keeps me from
The loneliness I hold inside…
There’s just one verse to go
Will I stop, I don’t know
But then I told you so…
A sad song...

FIC LIST

Sun, 30 Mar 2008 13:55:02 GMT

You have reached choconova's Fic List. ^_^ I haven't written much but I plan to from now on. My mind is almost as scattered and messy as my room and so to make things easier for me and for you, I've decided to compile fic links here. :) LJ can get terribly confusing, you know? Even I get confused in my own LJ. Haha.
So anyway, happy reading! And don't forget to leave comments and spread love. They mean the WORLD to authors- believe it! :D

Cheers!

MULTI-CHAPTERED

Title: Winter Arashi
Author: choconova

Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG (as of now)
Summary: Arashi has finally come back after two years of hiatus! And as they bump into a hauntingly familiar face, the falling snow may be witness of Arashi becoming a five member band once again.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21

ONE SHOTS

Title: Touch
Author:choconova

Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: Nino's touch always made him feel better.
Episode: Arashi no Shukudai-kun (13 Aug 2007)

Title: Contact
Author: choconova

Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: G
Summary: Always the slightest of contact. But it was always there.

Title: Arashi Pandesal
Author: choconova

Pairings: arashi-centered, Ohmiya
Rating: PG
Summary: Ikenai! Today is Arashi Pandesal Day! :D

[Meme]

Wed, 05 Mar 2008 14:32:17 GMT

Passed onto my by chants_xan. ^_________^

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY: 
1. *toot*
2. *toot*
3. *toot*

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD: 
1. choconova
2. amber_amethyst
3. godofcontradiction

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 
1. Eyes (Cuz they’re almond shaped)
2. Hands (Cuz theyre’ long, boned and veined XDD)
3. Wrist (Just cuz they’re slim)

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 
1. Figure – I don’t wanna be curvy.
2. Skin – hypersensitive (I easily get bruised)
3. Bones- they make noise like WHOA.

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE: 
1. Health (FOOD)
2. Love for the arts
3. Respect for elders

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU: 
1. Love (It’s a childhood trauma)
2. Fear (Cuz its DAMN scary)
3. People dying before I do (Cuz I’m so weak)

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS: 
1. Food (preferably includes coffee)
2. Money
3. A good laugh. ☺

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW: 
1. An oversized shirt
2. Boxers
3. Underwear?

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS: 
*ack- this is so hard!!*
1. Arashi
2. DBSK
3. Lifehouse

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:
*GAH- this question always kills me*
1. Blind by Lifehouse
2. Insa by DBSK
3. Hero by Arashi

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP: 
1. Love (and with love comes passion)
2. Support (I need someone to run to and with)
3. Happiness (No matter how much I love you, I will always want your happiness)

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order): 
1. I love candy.
2. I want my own human pet.
3. My washing machine is possessed.

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU: 
1. Height – I am curiously weak to tall people.
2. Hands – I am attracted to long, thin, expressive hands.
3. Hair – I find that special way the hair falls over the eyes damn SEXY

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES: 
1. Music (Listening, DL’ing and stumbling across potential groups)
2. Day dreaming
3. Reading/Writing/Drawing (cuz they kinda fall under the same category?)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW: 
1. Play the sims.
2. Sleep.
3. Go to Seoul.

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED: 
1. Director/Producer – I like seeing my ideas come to life.
2. Teacher – Apparently, I have a knack for commanding attention.
3. Flight stewardess – Cuz I love traveling.

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION: 
1. Europe (London, Ireland and Scotland)
2. Japan – the craziest place on earth
3. NYC – The best restaurants.

THREE KIDS NAMES YOU LIKE: 
For boys: 

1. Lance
2. Maximillian
3. Hero

For girls: 
1. Lorelei
2. Pepper
3. Berry

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE: 
1. Travel – This is my lifelong dream. At least let me fulfill it before I kick it.
2. Complete my 100 things to do before dying list.
3. Fly.

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL: 
1. I talk a lot.
2. I shop and I like spending money
3. I like gay sex. (HAH!)

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY (LIKE) A BOY: 
1. I like mechas (like Gundams) and ninjas! (like Naruto)
2. I have no inhibitions about the way I walk or talk.
3. I don’t mind watching movies alone? O_o

THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
1. Ehhmmm... Anyone who wants to take it, I guess? XDD

Ohno satoshi Size

Mon, 25 Feb 2008 11:18:20 GMT

[One shot] Touch

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 09:11:36 GMT

Title: Touch [oneshot]
Author: choconova
Pairing: Ohmiya
Episode: Arashi no Shukudai-kun (13 Aug 2007)

Summary: Nino's touch always made him feel better.

AN: This has been with me for a looooooooooooooooong time... Just never got to post it. ^^ Thanks for chants_xan for prompting me to post. I watched a brief ten minutes of this particular shukudai episode and this one-shot idea just hit me like a two tonne encyclopedia. Please comment ne~ It means the world to authors. :D

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Nino’s eyes silently followed Riida’s quiet form as he slowly rummaged through his bag. Ohno’s eyes had that far-away look and Nino could see that the usually nimble hands were sifting indecisively through his things.

He stayed quiet for a few more seconds, lounged lazily by the couch chair of the hotel room with his knees tucked up to his chest. His eyes never left Ohno’s form and he quietly watched the older member arrange and re-arrange the contents of the backpack.

“Ne, Riida…”

Nino allowed a few seconds for him to answer but Ohno did not hear him.

“Riida.” He tried again.

The pale hands paused in its movement and Ohno finally blinked up in confusion.

“...Huh? Sorry, what was that?”

Nino sighed. “You’re still bothered about it…”

It wasn’t a question. Ohno’s eyes fell back to his bag and he lightly shrugged.

“It’s no big deal…”

“It is.” Nino uncurled himself from the couch and stood up, padding barefoot over to Ohno. “You’re bothered about that pervy, erro-oyaji who’s been feeling you up since the beginning of the shoot.”

There was the slightest of shivers on Ohno’s shoulders- which he quickly tried to cover up. But Nino had seen it.

“He’s not a perv.” Ohno quietly replied. “Don’t talk about him like that… Someone might hear…”

Nino snorted. “Here? This is our hotel room, Riida. No one’s going to hear me.”

“But still.” Ohno muttered, finally zipping up his bag and tucking it away by the bedside table. “You might get in trouble if he hears you. He’s the guest for this episode, Nino… You’re not supposed to insult him.”

“Well, I’m not going to stand for his harassment either.” Nino shot back. “I saw the looks he gave you, Riida. The small touches that weren’t necessary. I know you hated it.”

Ohno winced.

“You also touch me unnecessarily…” he reasoned. “It’s only natural for him to do so.”

“But you like my touches.” Nino reminded him, slightly touching his arm.

Despite himself, Ohno automatically leaned into the touch. He was surprised at how easily he fell into Nino’s touch as if it was instinctive… Since when had this started?

Nino tried to hide his triumphant grin. “Ne? You like being touched by me.”

“That’s because you always touch me.”

“Hm. I like touching Oh-chan.” Nino shrugged.

Ohno sighed, as if finally giving into the accusation. “I don’t even know why I’m feeling this way… I’m used to being touched by others- we in Arashi always do. But why…?”

“Because he’s a pervy oyaji.” Nino muttered, trying to keep the snarl out of his voice. “His touches aren’t innocent at all and he was all over you, the old coot.”

Ohno felt a tremor of disgust again. “...You noticed?”

“How can I not?” Nino sourly replied, unable to keep the bitterness in his tone. “It took all my willpower not to rip his hands off of you. If only the camera’s weren’t rolling...”

“I thought it was just my imagination.” Ohno confessed, feeling a little relieved that he was not alone in his plight. “I thought I was thinking too much about it and that was why I tried to ignore it…”

“It was bad huh?” Nino raised a hand and patted Ohno’s head comfortingly.

“Mmhm...” Ohno closed his eyes as Nino’s fingers played through his hair. “That’s why I tried as much as possible to stick to you...”

Nino stifled a smile. “Good. Stick closer to me next time, too... I’ll protect you.”

Ohno opened his eyes.

“It felt disgusting.” He gazed at Nino thoughtfully. “It felt disgusting when he touched me... But I don’t mind being touched by you.”

Nino grinned at him. “Yokatta.”

“What makes Nino special, I wonder?” Ohno cocked his head to the side, smiling jokingly.

“I’m always special.” Nino scoffed, lightening the mood.

Ohno easily laughed along with him and Nino was happy to see that he was finally smiling.

“Come on, then. Let’s go to bed.” Nino offered a hand, leading Ohno towards one of the hotel beds. “I’ll cover you with my touch so you won’t ever remember that disgusting Oyaji’s face again.”

Ohno stifled a snigger as he easily let himself get pulled into the covers.

“I dare you to say that to his face tomorrow.”

“Hm... Maybe after the shooting is through.” Nino replied, reaching out to dim the lights.

He then snuggled deeper into the bed and wrapped an arm around Ohno’s waist.

“Feeling better?”

“Mm.” Ohno murmured, nodding. “Much.”

They stayed like that in comfortable silence, not really sleeping but enjoying each other’s warmth...

“Ne, Riida?” Nino suddenly spoke up. “Tomorrow, let’s be extra ohmiya.”

Ohno raised his head from the crook of Nino’s shoulder. “Extra Ohmiya? Is that what the fans call it now?”

“I don’t know.” Nino shrugged. “But let’s do it, ne? It’s going to give that erro oyaji less excuse to get to you.”

“I don’t mind.” Ohno replied, stifling a yawn. “But come to think of it... Aren’t we being extra ohmiya right now?”

“This doesn’t count.” Nino insisted.

“Because the camera’s aren’t rolling.” Ohno agreed. “If the fans ever saw us like this…”

“They have.” Nino reminded him, referring to the one Aiba and Sho had caught on camera during 24 jikan.

“Ah.” Ohno replied, remembering. “That was embarrassing.”

“You were the one holding me.” Nino reminded him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ohno airly replied.

Silence stretched on as they became lost in their own thoughts... The air-condition whirred peacefully in the dim room and the chill was comforting in the midst of a warm body.

“I wonder if they really think we’re gay?” Ohno mused aloud. “I mean... I don’t think I am.”

“Are you calling me gay then?” Nino muffled voice came from above him.

Ohno blinked up at him. “Do you like guys?”

“No.” Nino rolled his eyes. “Do I look like I like guys?”

“Well, you always touch me...”

“And you enjoy it.” Nino shot back. “Does that mean you’re gay?”

“No…”

“So there you go.” Nino snorted. “That was stupid discussion.”

“But Matsujun says we act suspicious.” Ohno insisted, shifting a bit to properly face the younger member. “And Aiba-chan too... They say we really should restrain ourselves if we didn’t want to be branded as gay.”

“Everyone thinks everyone in Johnny’s is gay.” Nino reminded him “It’s no use trying to prove our masculinity anymore. We have to use it to our advantage.”

“But I like Nino.” Ohno insisted bluntly. “I like it when Nino touches me... And when we sleep together in the same bed. And Nino’s a guy...”

“Then you’re Nino-sexual.” Nino easily replied, not at all bothered by the sudden declaration. “And I guess I’m Riida-sexual too, so it’s all good.”

“Nino... sexual...” Ohno slowly repeated, his eyes narrowing. “Nino-sexual... Hmm... Ikeru kamo...”

“Deshou?” Nino yawned, rubbing his eyes. “Now, go to sleep... We have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Nino sexual...” Ohno murmured to himself, not listening. “I’m Nino-sexual... Hm...”

Nino rolled his eyes and pecked the surprised man on the nose. “There’s your goodnight kiss for being the Nino-sexual to this Ohno-sexual guy.”

Ohno looked at him oddly. “It sounds funny when you say it.”

“This whole situation is funny.” Nino shrugged. “If we tell people about this, they’ll just say we’re in denial.”

“But we aren’t, right?” Ohno suddenly looked concerned.

“Of course not, don’t be stupid.” Nino eyed him. “Why? Do you have any desires for guys other than me?”

Ohno fervently shook his head. “No! Of course not!”

“And I have eyes only for you, so quit yammering and let’s go to sleep.” Nino bluntly said, closing his eyes. “I’m tired.”

Ohno looked at Nino, who had already settled into the covers and determinedly trying to sleep.

“...Goodnight.” He finally said, snuggling closer to the other boy.

Nino grunted in response and wrapped his arms more snugly around him. Ohno sighed in content and closed his eyes.

His earlier icky feeling of disgust had now totally disappeared as he was enveloped in Nino’s warmth. A small smile made its way into Ohno’s face as he felt the soft, firm hand resting on the base of his back...

Nino’s touch always made him feel better.

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Ikeru kamo- “It might be possible” or “That might be the case”

Me and You

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 12:33:42 GMT

Me and You
~choconova

Verse 1

It can’t be that I couldn’t bear
To keep your heart away
Because the more I hear you wanting me
The more I want to give you what you want to be...

Bridge
But if this story were to end
In countless tragedies
Then I’d rather have this healing heart
A healing heart to be...

CHORUS
More than a soul searching for a place
To rest it’s tired wings
I wanted more than paradise
So beautiful in spring
Because I’m not afraid of happiness
But I’m scared of wanting you
This world cannot explain to me
Why this just had to be
A Me and You...

Verse 2
I’ve been crying alone all my life
So sadness is a friend
But I hoped that we could be sad together
Till the very end...

I thought I found the warmth I needed
Through your very hands
But I’m scared of reaching out to find
That you’re not there when I need you the most...

Bridge
You hold my hand then run away
I’m left confused and blindly astray
If you would leave me there to stay that way
Then I want...
*Repeat Chorus

CODA
I don’t know if my heart can take
Another heartbreak so cruelly soon
I’m not afraid of tragedies
But I’m scared of facing it alone
And if you won’t have the strength
To hold me up when I am dead
Then let me go so I won’t break instead...
*Repeat Chorus

I’m praying you would have the courage
To fight the world for this Me and You...

ALBUM: Heroes dont exist

Mon, 10 Sep 2007 09:59:36 GMT

Aaaaaaand another finished song. =.= This is a bit of an odd one because it from the perspective of the one being unconditionally loved. Everything i wrote previously was abosut this girl who suffers from a love that doesnt even know her name.. And here's the other side of the coin. -.- Haha.

Easily
~choconova

Verse 1
I look at you thinking of me
And I wonder if I ever have
Such a beautiful expression
When I think of love...

This hand that I carelessly
Wipe over counters
Are somebody else’s
Most cherished dream

And it’s so bizarre
How everything could look
So different on another’s eyes
That I am suddenly afraid
To move

I never want to hurt you.
I never want to hurt you...

Chorus
All the world can stop for me
And I won’t even notice
The hearts I break ignorantly
These sins I cannot atone
And I am much too late to see
The eyes that are looking
Only at me
Another heart is broken easily...

Verse 2
How many stars have been
Wished upon by you
And I’ve never even looked up
To the sky...

How many tears have been
Wasted for me
While I was busy trying to
Learn how to fly...

And I feel so helpless
When I’ve realized what I’ve done
That I am suddenly too afraid
To say...

Don’t fall in love with me.
Don’t fall in love with me...
*Repeat chorus

Coda
I can’t take the blame for everything
But still I feel sad for all the things
That I made you endure all by yourself

[Fic] WINTER ARASHI

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 14:00:51 GMT

AN:
Finally, after years of indecisiveness and brainstorming, I have finally decided to come out of my shell and post this. I hope the title is obvious enough for you guys to guess where the plot was based from. ^_^ Cookies to those who can guess correctly. Comments are nice enough and I'd love a constructive review... Thanks. ^_^

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Winter Arashi
~choconova

Chapter 1

He was tired.

Nino wiped the sweat off his brows as he sang, trying his best to keep up the wide smile on his lips. His body moved mechanically to the choreography of ‘Kitto Daijobu’. He hated how he danced today... This wasn’t dance... this was a mere movement of the body. But he couldn’t do anything... His passion for dancing had disappeared... He couldn’t make himself move with the zeal- with the life he had before. It disappeared. It all disappeared along with him.

The song ended soon enough, and Nino found himself following Aiba back towards the main stage where they were supposed to sing their next and last song. As the music for Yes? No? flowed through large speakers, Sho began to address the audience, thanking them for a wonderful night. Nino could only nod and smile at the cheering crowd as his fellow Arashi members began to do the same. He couldn’t bring himself to lie to his fans... He wasn’t feeling great right now... He just wanted to go home.

boku-tachi no RIFUREKUSHON
mirai to surechigau kyou
kanarazu yatte kuru
saa kokoro wo utsushite
kawaranu chikai wo kawashite
kaze no naka e yume wo isoge...

Nino’s mind began to wander as he continued singing, his eyes washing over the wave of screaming fans. He couldn’t even hear them anymore. He couldn’t hear anything, not even his own singing. He was too tired. It was not physical fatigue- he still had enough energy to sing, hadn’t he? No, it wasn’t that. It was entirely something else.

yosou wo haruka koete
genjitsu wa kanari TAFU da
kurikaesu dake no hibi to
setsunasa ni umoresou sa

Nino’s gaze continued to linger on the crowd, looking but not really seeing. He waved absently at a group of particularly cheering group and managed a charming smile. A smile he had crafted and perfected throughout the years. No one saw through it. Nino swept one last tired glance over the mesh of faces… He was about to turn around, when something caught his gaze, making him double take.

doko made mo massugu ni
ikeru to omotta michi mo
ikitomari toomawari shite
miushinau toki mo atte

Nino’s eyes frantically combed through the wave of faces, his heart beating abnormally fast in his heart. Oh god... He was hallucinating... He thought he saw-

Yes? No? mayou tabi
shinjita My Heart...

He was just about to give up and give himself a good whack on the head for his stupidity, when he saw him.

God...

Nino’s mouth opened, but no words came out. He gazed, spellbound, at the innocent, almost bored expression of the person standing listlessly in the middle of the crowd. The hand holding the microphone fell away from his mouth as he carried on staring. He couldn’t tear his eyes away- never away- from this tantalizing nightmare… It can’t be... This was a dream... Just like the countless hallucinations he had before...

Exactly on cue, almost as if he noticed he was being stared at, the face looked up to acknowledge him.

He froze.

God, don’t do this...

Eyes met hauntingly familiar eyes. Nino couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips.

boku-tachi no RIFUREKUSHON
mirai to surechigau kyou
kanarazu yatte kuru saa...

Beside him, Matusujun noticed that he had stopped singing (and moving) and casually sidled up to him. Briefly taking the microphone off his mouth, he whispered a hurried ‘What’s wrong?’ without missing a beat. Nino didn’t- couldn’t reply. He stood there, frozen, staring at the sea of screaming fans, looking utterly dumbstruck. Apparently, Sho noticed as well, as he began shooting Nino strange questioning glances. Aiba was last to notice, and when he finally did, he was so disturbed by the look on Nino’s face that he stopped mid-step on his dance to stare at him.

This of course, did not go unnoticed by the fans. They began to murmur amongst themselves. What was happening? What’s wrong? Why did Ninomiya-kun stop singing??

“Nino?” Sho stepped closer to the boy, his brows furrowed in confusion.

In the midst of said confusion, all singing had stopped- the music pounding in the background momentarily forgotten.

“Nino?!” That was Aiba. “What’s wrong? Why are you-?”

“Oh-chan...”

They all froze.

Nino’s ashen whisper rang in their ears. Oh-chan... Oh-chan... Sho sharply glanced at the direction Nino was staring into. What did Nino see that made him react so badly? What could have made him say the name that had been almost a taboo amongst themselves for nearly two years?

“Nino, get a grip.” Matsujun gritted, his face pale. “Don’t do this now. Not now.”

Nino nearly lost it right there. How could they say that?! Arashi-tachi... didn’t they understand how important this was? He was here! He was alive!

“Oh-chan... He’s here...” Nino whispered, his eyes fighting to search for the familiar face he had lost in the midst of the confusion. “I saw him... Sho-kun, Matsujun, Aiba-chan... I saw him... Oh-chan’s here!!”

Shocked silence met him, as three dumbstruck faces met Nino’s gaze. He nearly laughed out loud at the look on their faces- if only he could. His heart was aching so much he couldn’t think straight. It was telling him to do only one thing- to get to him... To get to where his heart belonged... To get to Ohno. Without a second thought, Nino bolted towards the stage exit, ignoring the frantic shouts calling him back. His desire fueled him, giving him the adrenalin to jump over the barricade separating the stage from the audience. His mind chanted Ohno’s name, over and over again, like a mantra. He dove into the now wild audience, fighting with his bare hands to find him. He scanned each face with a fierce determination, making sure not to miss anyone. He was here... Oh-chan was alive...

Nino gasped as he felt his shirt begin to tear. He was struggling amidst the hoards of fans grappling at him. This was when all those sleepless nights, all those missed meals and abandoned health finally took its toll on him... Nino felt the last of his breath leaving him, as his vision darkened and his head cleared of any thoughts except one name ringing desperately through and through...

Ohno...

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“That was the most stupid thing you’ve ever done, Ninomiya- and I don’t mean those petty thingamajigs you call pranks! Those sorry excuses of real time tv spoofs you vainly call Ni-no-arashi! I’m talking about National- no, INTERNATIONAL fans here! What you did was preposterous, just- PREPOSTEROUS! Insane! Colossal! The media’s going to have a field day-”

Nino tuned out their manager’s hysterical (and quite gay) screams, and opted to stare glumly into his hands. He lost interest in the long cut version of what Sho would later berate him anyway. No... This wasn’t why he looked so petulant, sitting there, generously getting sprayed with spit. He was wallowing in self-pity because he lost him. He couldn’t believe he lost him. After losing him for two years... how could he lose him again?

“Nino?” Aiba whispered discreetly, daring to scoot his chair closer while glancing nervously at their ranting manager. “You okay?”

Nino blinked as he felt tears fall from his eyes. Since when did he start crying? He raised a hand to wipe a drop gathering under his lashes. He scrutinized it like it was the most wondrous thing there was... It was mesmerizing.

“What happened?” Aiba’s brows were furrowed in concern.

“I’m telling the truth, Aiba-chan...” Nino finally whispered softly. “I saw him. I saw Oh-chan.”

Aiba paled.

“Nino...”

“Believe me, Aiba-chan...”

“Uh, maybe you were hallucinati-”

“I was NOT hallucinating!” Nino yelled.

The room hushed into a dreadful silence. The manager’s face purpled to an alarming shade, making him look even scarier with all the spit flying out of his mouth.

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME, NINOMIYA?!! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?!! IF THIS GOES OUT TO THE PRESS, JOHNNY’S WON’T STAND FOR IT!! YOU THINK, WITH YOUR POSITION NOW, YOUR STATUS AS CHART TOPPERS IS GOING TO DO MUCH?! HUH?!! DO YOU?!!”

Sho, always the quick thinker, stepped up to the manager who looked angry enough to lunge at Nino.

“Maa, maa... Nino’s just having a rough day, give him a break, manager-san... I’m sure he understands perfectly what you’re saying. We all do.” Sho pointedly looked at his band mates.

“Oh!” Aiba quickly caught on. “Right... Yes, of course.” He laughed uncomfortably.

Matsujun merely nodded stonily, narrowing his eyes at Nino.

“Right then, it’s getting late, so, why don’t we all pack up and leave now? I’m sure the fans have dispersed by now, so it’s safe to go.” Sho clapped the manager jovially on the back, leading him out the room. “I’ll be sure to call Maria-san... You can have the next few days off, to rest a while... spend time with your family...”

The door shut with a click.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?”

Nino didn’t even bother lifting his head. Aiba stood up, frowning.

“Matsujun...”

“I’m getting sick of this, Nino. I am.” Matsujun crossed his arms. “Ohno’s dead. Accept it. You’re making yourself miserable by being in that denial stage of yours. Snap out of it. You’re hurting others with your actions.”

Nino slowly looked up, but didn’t reply. If anything, this made Matsujun even angrier.

“If what manager-kun hasn’t sunk in yet, I’ll repeat it so you’d understand: We’re in deep shit, Nino. The first major concert in two years, and we blow it. What’s Johnny’s gonna think? Hell, what are the fans gonna think?

“...”

“Talk, Nino!” Matsujun’s voice rose in aggravation. “And give me a good reason for what you did, and it had better be good! I don’t buy that crap you call an excuse. Ohno’s dead and there’s nothing you can do to change it!”

“I swear Matsujun. I saw him. I saw Oh-chan-”

“You always have!” Matsujun exploded. “He’s all you see, don’t you?! Even back then, you only saw HIM!”

Aiba took a step backwards. Okay, this was weird. Somehow, he didn’t think Matsujun was talking about what he thought Nino had meant anymore. Or maybe that WAS what he meant? So what exactly had Nino seen? Are we on the same wavelength here? Huh? Aiba scratched his head. He was confused.

“I know what I saw, Matsujun-”

“You’re deluded, Nino! Ever since Ohno died-”

“He’s not dead! I saw him!” Nino yelled.

“You’re crazy!” Matsujun yelled back.

“That’s right- I AM!” Nino shouted, leaping to his feet. “Ever since he disappeared, I’ve done everything I could to erase his screams from my head! I did everything to get his face out of my dreams! He’s everywhere Matsujun- I swear to God, I can’t forget him. I feel so fucking bad I think I AM going mad!!”

Aiba could only gape as Nino ran out the room, slamming the door behind him with a BANG! He dared a glance at Matsujun whose lips had thinned into a grim line. Aiba let out the breath he didn’t know he held. Even amidst the pale and stoic expression on Matsujun’s face, he couldn’t help noticing the clenched fists he hid behind his back. Ah... typical Matsujun. Never one to show his true feelings. Aiba knew Matsujun was truly worried... he just didn’t express it right. He let out another sigh and picked up the upturned bottles of water from the floor. He silently hoped Sho would bump into Nino on his way back... Sho was probably the best person for this kind of job...

~end chapter 1