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Fic ~ Playing Truth or Dare with Nino is Dangerous.....
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zukkoke_ierowithout whom, this would never have been written!
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Dare to Dream
The young man buried his face in his hands as if to hide his embarrassment. “It’s impossible!” He protested, his breathy voice climbing two octaves higher in his excited confusion.
“No it isn’t.” His companion smirked. He was smaller than his childhood friend, but even huddled in a quiet corner of the greenroom as they were, he managed to loom over the taller man. “You can’t back out now Aiba-chan.” He continued to goad his friend.
“That’s mean Nino…” Aiba spoke from behind his hands; he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this turn of events. His long frame had curled in on itself as if to make him invisible – or at least grant him some protection from Nino’s twisted machinations.
“Just think of it as an experiment.” Nino explained with deceptive reasonableness. Aiba cautiously peeked at his friend and colleague from between his slender fingers, trying to judge his expression.
Nino took his chance and fixed his piercing gaze upon the older man. “Then you just come back here and state your conclusion.” He continued with a smile.
Watching Aiba slowly moving his hands from his face and unfolding his long body to sit up straight, Nino fought to contain his silent glee. He knew he had won; he always did in the end.
“OK, OK, OK!” The would-be scientist conceded in English as he rose to his feet. Taking a deep breath he walked determinedly to the door. “I’ll be back!” He threw over his shoulder at his grinning friend as he exited the room to locate his subject.
“Have a safe trip!” Nino murmured mockingly as he spread out on the sofa of the – now empty – greenroom and took a nap.
He had been informed that the guests for this week were running a little late, and Sakurai wondered if he should grab a quick nap in the dressing room. He was already dozing off to sleep when he was half aware of someone knocking gently on the door. He mumbled something unintelligible, too tired to form a proper reply or even open his eyes. Surely, whatever it was could wait?
Sitting upright on the divan, his head falling back and to one side, his arms folded across his chest and his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, the over-worked Idol ignored his surroundings and slept.
It was some time later, although he couldn’t have said how long exactly, when Sakurai became aware of the presence of another person in the room: Someone who had draped a light blanket over his sleeping form and closed the window against the chill. It was obviously the same someone who was currently sat beside him and upon whose shoulder he now rested his head.
He wanted to open his eyes. To see the person who fitted beside him so perfectly and shared their warmth with him. He wanted to know whose gentle hands were stroking his hair so comfortingly making him feel safer and more protected than he had ever felt before. He wanted to know, but he was afraid if he opened his eyes, he would break whatever beautiful spell he was currently under.
Instead he shifted slightly, to settle more firmly into the peaceful embrace. The arm on which he rested pulled him closer still and continued to stoke his hair. Encouraged that this was not, in fact, a dream, Sakurai whispered a single word into the serene silence.
“Who…?”
“Shhh….” The familiar voice was soft – unsurprised by the silence so suddenly broken. “You work too hard Sho-kun.”
Sakurai felt the words more than he heard them; felt the concern in his friends tone, the pride and the mild reproof that came with it. “…Masaki?” He barely breathed the name, too content to risk upsetting the peace of their situation.
“Hmm?”
“You too.”
Sho felt Aiba’s answering chuckle rock his whole body and allowed it to lull him further. “Maybe.” Aiba sighed. “But you should rest.”
“Am resting.” Sakurai protested in a deliberately childish tone.
“You are not.” His friend disputed, “Because you’re talking to me.”
“Because you’re distracting.”
“Sorry.” Aiba apologised. All at once reclaiming his arm and raising to his feet, he displaced his friend.
Sakurai had to bite his tongue against making any sound of protest, although he couldn’t quite keep his disappointment from showing on his face.
“We still have some time before we start filming.” The taller man continued, seemingly oblivious. “You should get some more sleep Sho-kun.”
“I am not going to be able to sleep again now.” He argued, looking up at his colleague with reproachful eyes. The hurt expression on Aiba’s face caused him to immediately regret his sharp tone.
Aiba, however, recovered quickly. “I got it!” He beamed a smile that, Sho knew, meant he had come up with a solution. And suddenly the taller man grasped him by the shoulders and pushed him down further into the divan. “First, you have to lie down properly.” Aiba explained as he manhandled and manipulated Sakurai’s torso and limbs until they were arranged to his satisfaction.
“Wha-?”
“Then your legs up too. Now the blanket-”
“Aiba-chan, what are you doing?” Sakurai was now laid prone across the cushions while Aiba fussed with the blanket.
“I’m tucking you in.” He stated as he did just that.
“But-”
“Shhh…” Aiba crouched to bring his face level with his overworked friend and smiled gently at him as if he were a child. “Rest while you can.” Reaching over he brushed the hair from Sakurai’s face with one slender finger. And despite himself, Sho felt his eyes drifting closed at Masaki’s fraternal ministrations.
He didn’t even open them when Aiba whispered a soft, “Goodnight.” And pressed gentle lips upon his own. He barely even registered when Aiba slipped quietly out of the room.
He rested better than he had in years.
He could not explain it, even to himself, but seeing Sakurai so worn out had hurt him. He had simply been kissing away that pain. Or so he reasoned. Still, he did have to go back and confront Nino. Maybe he could lie? But no, Nino always knew when he wasn’t telling the truth. But maybe he could smudge the truth a little?
Taking a deep breath outside the greenroom door and steeling himself against Nino’s inevitable interrogation he opened the door.
And closed it again as quickly and quietly as he could.
He doubted Nino would be asking any questions about his ‘experiment’. From the brief glimpse he had gotten, Aiba suspected Nino had other matters to occupy his mind. It seemed their leader had appeared and joined the game. Nino should know better than to play Truth or Dare with someone who has quite so much fun while on location at transvestite bars.
Although, why Nino would dare Leader to kiss Nino –and so thoroughly– Aiba couldn’t even guess.
Sparing it no more thought, Aiba headed back the way he came. Bypassing his own dressing room he returned to the dressing room of one Sakurai Sho. Quietly he slipped inside, closing the door firmly behind him.
Fin.
Title: Dare to Dream (I have a fixation with bad puns)
Rating: PG (basic fluff...)
Pairing: Sakuraiba (tiny bit of Ohmiya)
Word Count: 1,300
Summary: Nino and Aiba play Truth or Dare. Sakurai is overworked. Leader gets all the best jobs and Matsujun is conspicuous in his absence….
Dedicated to
zukkoke_ierowithout whom, this would never have been written! Comments and feedback are much appreciated!
Dare to Dream
The young man buried his face in his hands as if to hide his embarrassment. “It’s impossible!” He protested, his breathy voice climbing two octaves higher in his excited confusion.
“No it isn’t.” His companion smirked. He was smaller than his childhood friend, but even huddled in a quiet corner of the greenroom as they were, he managed to loom over the taller man. “You can’t back out now Aiba-chan.” He continued to goad his friend.
“That’s mean Nino…” Aiba spoke from behind his hands; he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this turn of events. His long frame had curled in on itself as if to make him invisible – or at least grant him some protection from Nino’s twisted machinations.
“Just think of it as an experiment.” Nino explained with deceptive reasonableness. Aiba cautiously peeked at his friend and colleague from between his slender fingers, trying to judge his expression.
Nino took his chance and fixed his piercing gaze upon the older man. “Then you just come back here and state your conclusion.” He continued with a smile.
Watching Aiba slowly moving his hands from his face and unfolding his long body to sit up straight, Nino fought to contain his silent glee. He knew he had won; he always did in the end.
“OK, OK, OK!” The would-be scientist conceded in English as he rose to his feet. Taking a deep breath he walked determinedly to the door. “I’ll be back!” He threw over his shoulder at his grinning friend as he exited the room to locate his subject.
“Have a safe trip!” Nino murmured mockingly as he spread out on the sofa of the – now empty – greenroom and took a nap.
* * *
Sakurai Sho stifled a yawn as he waited in his dressing room. Filming for his drama had overrun into the small hours of the morning and his work as a news caster had not allowed him any time to relax. He had just finished the recording for News Zero and came straight to the studio to record another episode of Arashi’s television show.He had been informed that the guests for this week were running a little late, and Sakurai wondered if he should grab a quick nap in the dressing room. He was already dozing off to sleep when he was half aware of someone knocking gently on the door. He mumbled something unintelligible, too tired to form a proper reply or even open his eyes. Surely, whatever it was could wait?
Sitting upright on the divan, his head falling back and to one side, his arms folded across his chest and his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle, the over-worked Idol ignored his surroundings and slept.
It was some time later, although he couldn’t have said how long exactly, when Sakurai became aware of the presence of another person in the room: Someone who had draped a light blanket over his sleeping form and closed the window against the chill. It was obviously the same someone who was currently sat beside him and upon whose shoulder he now rested his head.
He wanted to open his eyes. To see the person who fitted beside him so perfectly and shared their warmth with him. He wanted to know whose gentle hands were stroking his hair so comfortingly making him feel safer and more protected than he had ever felt before. He wanted to know, but he was afraid if he opened his eyes, he would break whatever beautiful spell he was currently under.
Instead he shifted slightly, to settle more firmly into the peaceful embrace. The arm on which he rested pulled him closer still and continued to stoke his hair. Encouraged that this was not, in fact, a dream, Sakurai whispered a single word into the serene silence.
“Who…?”
“Shhh….” The familiar voice was soft – unsurprised by the silence so suddenly broken. “You work too hard Sho-kun.”
Sakurai felt the words more than he heard them; felt the concern in his friends tone, the pride and the mild reproof that came with it. “…Masaki?” He barely breathed the name, too content to risk upsetting the peace of their situation.
“Hmm?”
“You too.”
Sho felt Aiba’s answering chuckle rock his whole body and allowed it to lull him further. “Maybe.” Aiba sighed. “But you should rest.”
“Am resting.” Sakurai protested in a deliberately childish tone.
“You are not.” His friend disputed, “Because you’re talking to me.”
“Because you’re distracting.”
“Sorry.” Aiba apologised. All at once reclaiming his arm and raising to his feet, he displaced his friend.
Sakurai had to bite his tongue against making any sound of protest, although he couldn’t quite keep his disappointment from showing on his face.
“We still have some time before we start filming.” The taller man continued, seemingly oblivious. “You should get some more sleep Sho-kun.”
“I am not going to be able to sleep again now.” He argued, looking up at his colleague with reproachful eyes. The hurt expression on Aiba’s face caused him to immediately regret his sharp tone.
Aiba, however, recovered quickly. “I got it!” He beamed a smile that, Sho knew, meant he had come up with a solution. And suddenly the taller man grasped him by the shoulders and pushed him down further into the divan. “First, you have to lie down properly.” Aiba explained as he manhandled and manipulated Sakurai’s torso and limbs until they were arranged to his satisfaction.
“Wha-?”
“Then your legs up too. Now the blanket-”
“Aiba-chan, what are you doing?” Sakurai was now laid prone across the cushions while Aiba fussed with the blanket.
“I’m tucking you in.” He stated as he did just that.
“But-”
“Shhh…” Aiba crouched to bring his face level with his overworked friend and smiled gently at him as if he were a child. “Rest while you can.” Reaching over he brushed the hair from Sakurai’s face with one slender finger. And despite himself, Sho felt his eyes drifting closed at Masaki’s fraternal ministrations.
He didn’t even open them when Aiba whispered a soft, “Goodnight.” And pressed gentle lips upon his own. He barely even registered when Aiba slipped quietly out of the room.
He rested better than he had in years.
* * *
Aiba walked slowly back to the greenroom. He didn’t want to tell Nino that he had succeeded in kissing Sakurai. He didn’t want to explain that Sho hadn’t freaked out; his mouth had simply turned up at the corners into the slightest hint of a smile and he had promptly fallen asleep. Besides, in the end, he hadn’t done it because Nino told him to, he had wanted to.He could not explain it, even to himself, but seeing Sakurai so worn out had hurt him. He had simply been kissing away that pain. Or so he reasoned. Still, he did have to go back and confront Nino. Maybe he could lie? But no, Nino always knew when he wasn’t telling the truth. But maybe he could smudge the truth a little?
Taking a deep breath outside the greenroom door and steeling himself against Nino’s inevitable interrogation he opened the door.
And closed it again as quickly and quietly as he could.
He doubted Nino would be asking any questions about his ‘experiment’. From the brief glimpse he had gotten, Aiba suspected Nino had other matters to occupy his mind. It seemed their leader had appeared and joined the game. Nino should know better than to play Truth or Dare with someone who has quite so much fun while on location at transvestite bars.
Although, why Nino would dare Leader to kiss Nino –and so thoroughly– Aiba couldn’t even guess.
Sparing it no more thought, Aiba headed back the way he came. Bypassing his own dressing room he returned to the dressing room of one Sakurai Sho. Quietly he slipped inside, closing the door firmly behind him.
Fin.
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Off to read now..
^^v
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Well done, hunny!
>,<
*huggles*
So sweet,
Aiba and his experiment...
Lol...
At first when you said you'll make sth out of truth or dare, i thought it'd be ohmiya,
But it's sakuraiba!
Lol lol.. .
But it's so cute and sho was hopeless there.. .
Have you posted it in arashirabu or what?
^^
It's so good...=D
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I'm glad you liked it! It's all your fault I wrote it in the first place ^.^ And I did insert a bit of Ohmiya into it for you!
...I worry about Sho.... He's so busy right now, I honestly wonder if he sleeps.
And yay! Offically over my writers block!
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Lol...
You can post it to arashirabu,
Kotobayori,
Jent_fanfics
But you have to join first...
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But if you want to give me an Ohmiya prompt, go ahead and I'll see what kind of a story I can wrestle out of it. =D
(Then again, I seem to be getting all my ideas from you lately....
Ha! I know!
You are hereby dubbed my Offical Arashi Fic MUSE! *showers you with conffetti*
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Absolutely adorable!
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But lovely commets like yours can fuel my effort endlessly until I get it right! ^.^
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How Aiba took care of Sho <3 <3 <3 <3
Please write more
I love it <3
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Sakuraiba is so nice to write, it pretty much writes itself. Aiba does tend to be protective of Sho when they're together :heart:
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thanks for posting to the comm!!! if not, i would never get to read this! kept smiling through out the whole story. it's been so long since i read a sakuraiba fic((: though i was hoping for a sequel hehe.. hahaha thanks for such a wonderful sweet story! loves!
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But I'll probably do another (sort of sequel) stand-alone story to take place in the same "universe" [it feels weird to call it a universe when writting fic about real people] >.<
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I really like your style, you should write more! ^^
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Thank you, with all this encouragement, how could I possible refuse to write more!?
This may become an addiction for me. ^.^
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That is to say, I like your style, please write more! <3
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Sakuraiba's part was delightful and I loved the little Ohmiya's bit.
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I love sakuraiba, awww, my fav pairing XD
pleeease write some more sakuraiba... XD
for the ohmiya there is tons of them (and zukkoke_iero is writing one of my fav, and nikki-chan just finished one beautifully) *_*
i like how you wrote it, it turned out really sweet and lovely...
well with aiba involved there could be only love *_*
But, uhm, there could be a sequel... I mean, he just re entered in sho's room!
*giggles*
*fantasizing*
XDD maybe sho-chan is not SO tired XD LOL XD
ok, back to earth... thanks for sharing^^!
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thank you very much for sharing it^^
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The Sakuraiba made me swwon and the Ohmiya made me giggle - perfect <3<3<3
Thank you for sharing this!!
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Thank you for writing this. :-)
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at first I thought it will be Ohmiya when zuuko told me that you want to make fic based on her fic...
Aiba took care of Sho, it's really cute...XD
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~Michi (Not Emi)
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Great minds do think alike! Besides, with a game like that there are soooo many possibilities! And it's not exactly a hardship to read your fabulous fics, you know! Both you and Emi have an awesome grasp of narative and storytelling.
I know! I LOVE wirtting Aiba.... *sigh*
And don't worry, I like people who are wordy. ^.^
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