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chien_rouge525He stood in the middle of the room tall and with the same naturally slopping shoulders as he gave directions and suggestions for their next Anishi segment and discussing with MatsuJun as to who would be the next guests. The room was in heated discussion and in the middle of it all, I sit at the far end of the meeting table opposite to Arashi’s Nadegata Rapper and College genius, Sho Sakurai. I had neither the mood nor the time for this kind of thing and my mind flies to my DS awaiting for me at home which I so cruelly left after Sho called me for the emergency meeting.
He hadn’t called me in a while until then. Usually it would be Riida or the Green idiot calling me for things like this.
Why now, Sho?
I sighed in contemplation, which Sho had taken notice of.
“Is there something you want to say, Ninomiya?”
“Huh?” It took a while for me register in my mind what he had asked amidst the stares and expectant gazes. I could feel myself slumping back in my seat. “What? Ah. Nothing.”
“You’ve been sighing non-stop since this meeting began, I just assumed you had something in mind you wanted to say.”
“Ah no. I just wasn’t able to get a decent sleep this week. Filming. And all.”
Liar.
“So it’s nothing. Uhm, continue.”
He eyed me intensely I could feel his gaze bore into my very soul. He continued staring while I remained mindlessly flipping through the giant stack of meeting papers. Aiba nudged me with a cold can of beer he took from the conference room fridge. I looked up slowly and took it from his hands and opened it.
I didn’t say another word.
The meeting ended with the final agreements for the moving stage and lighting. We all packed up and left the room save for a few productions staff as well as MatsuJun to further discuss details. I was the first one out so I headed directly for the dressing room where I left my bag. The hallway was empty except for a few Johnny’s scurrying to get to practice. A few of them took notice of me and bowed in respect, I in return. My mind flies to the time when I was a junior, the same as the rest of them scurrying to get things done. Back then, I had no real intention to fully continue the idol-thing. The others know this as a majority of us had not expected to even be part of the group. In fact, we’ve said it time and time again that the moment we submitted our entry forms for the office, we had not expected much. And when the time did come for the debut, we were all shocked and pretty much stumped that our playful idea had become a reality.
No one, except Sho, knew how I felt about the entire thing.
And no one except him understood how much I felt for he had felt the same way as I did. Of course I can’t say for sure whether or not we were the only ones feeling this.
I reached the door of our dressing room as I tried to throw off what was running through my mind just a while ago and proceeded to grabbing the door knob. Before I could even touch it, the knob moved from me and the door swung open revealing a tall figure with slopping shoulders wearing a suit.
“Nino.”
“H-Hey.”
“You going home?”
“Yeah.” I slipped inside and located my bag.
Which was nowhere to be found.
Then I realized the room’s surroundings were a bit different from the Arashi dressing room. If anything, it had an air of Sakurai written all over it.
“What did you need in my dressing room, Nino?”
“Shit. I went in the wrong room.” I muttered. Shit.
“That’s pretty rare of you to be dazing into the sunset, Nino. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were Captain, but you? Are you not feeling well?”
I remained standing stupefied at my mistake and quickly turned around to leave but was stopped short by a Sakurai face staring right at me, hands on his hips. I knew when he did that. It was always when he was sensing something was definitely not right. If it weren’t for the many years we knew each other, I would not have sensed him holding out his hand reaching for my forehead.
Which of course means I didn’t sense it.
His hand was on me before I could even snap out of my reverie. My eyes widened to the size of pancake platters to the feel of rough yet smooth skin grazing over mine. His eyes stared right at me with obvious concern but I was slowly thinking about something else. Something from the far past.
Was it around 2009? Of course it was. How could I forget? It was that one time where we starred in the same movie. Any fan would remember that drama series we both starred in. Yep. The one where I played the poor older brother and he played the rich young master. Somehow, it was the perfect role for both of us, especially for him who was born a noble, the eldest son to a politician and a university professor.
It was the early morning. I was weary from the previous day from all the appointments, photo shoots and vocal sessions wit the group, the noon after I was with the director of the drama series. Sho was with Aiba, as always. Until then, I never really cared where Sho was. We were close, but unlike his closeness with Aiba, I was on a different scale.
We talk yes. We have fun and we have our moments when fans squeal over our...what do they call it? Ship? Although, I don’t understand what that means. But when it comes to Aiba, it’s like a summer crush for him and I had Ohno to think about. Frankly. I felt a little bit for him and I thought I still do.
But that drama changed all that.
He waltzed in the location all in his morning aura. It was a Monday morning, just a little after 8 for out first shooting session and you could literally see the bags under his eyes. He wore a simple midnight blue t-shirt and khaki short pants. Slung over his slopping shoulders was a large black duffel bag filled with all the day’s necessities. He had shades on and his obvious bed hair on his head. He walked in absorbed in the script on one hand and drinking his coffee on the other all while he greeted every single staff on location. I remained seated on my actor’s chair as if playing with my DS, but actually staring at him the entire time. I watched him as he sat a little farther away from me and chatted with the director on his role. Looking at him now, he definitely was a lot more different than he was back in the day. Same slopping shoulders, but less of that rebellious aura he used to have.
Maybe because he lost that ridiculous pompadour of his.
It was the normal kind of day. I’d been with him, and with the rest of the members in Pikanchi and Pikanchi Double so I thought everyday would be a normal day.
But the moment he started delivering his lines and immersed in his role as Mimura Takuya, it definitely felt like like an entirely different Sho.
For a second, I thought he looked kind of cute with his small smiles and occasional blunders. How his small slip ups never brought him down, how he made a joke out of everything, but when everything became serious he would always turn a blind eye to any imperfection. In the many years that we had been together, I knew he was like that. But it was only then that I realized how precious these small things would become to me.
Our hang-outs and small talks became more recent and more lively. People, magazines, even the fans have become more aware of how close we’ve become. I even surprised myself by becoming the most aware in a lot more ways. It wasn’t here that everything about him changed. I loved being around him the most. I subtly started to call him by his name. By adding a little suffix at the end . He didn’t mind. And I was more than happy to oblige. I wished it had ended there. But the heart wants what it wants, no matter how much we try to hide it. I was not one for romantic escapades; that was their job, not mine. And I know romance is a big no-no in this business and the one thing I needed was a giant scandal that could possibly ruin my career and could have me kicked out of the agency, not to mention the responsibilities that go along with it.
And I know myself. I hate responsibilities.
It must seem so ironic seeing as I am an idol, a member of Arashi even and it was natural for us to have the most jobs. I get it. But still, the idea of responsibility, of having to take care of my own ass and answer to all actions and decisions? It’s not something I prefer over a warm blanket and my fully charged DS or any kind of girl (or boy) sleeping beside me to greet me a good morning after a hot night of passionate sex.
So when I did wake up to a naked figure sleeping beside me, I thought I must’ve been the most drunk person in the world to go against what I despised the most.
He hadn’t called me in a while until then. Usually it would be Riida or the Green idiot calling me for things like this.
Why now, Sho?
I sighed in contemplation, which Sho had taken notice of.
“Is there something you want to say, Ninomiya?”
“Huh?” It took a while for me register in my mind what he had asked amidst the stares and expectant gazes. I could feel myself slumping back in my seat. “What? Ah. Nothing.”
“You’ve been sighing non-stop since this meeting began, I just assumed you had something in mind you wanted to say.”
“Ah no. I just wasn’t able to get a decent sleep this week. Filming. And all.”
Liar.
“So it’s nothing. Uhm, continue.”
He eyed me intensely I could feel his gaze bore into my very soul. He continued staring while I remained mindlessly flipping through the giant stack of meeting papers. Aiba nudged me with a cold can of beer he took from the conference room fridge. I looked up slowly and took it from his hands and opened it.
I didn’t say another word.
The meeting ended with the final agreements for the moving stage and lighting. We all packed up and left the room save for a few productions staff as well as MatsuJun to further discuss details. I was the first one out so I headed directly for the dressing room where I left my bag. The hallway was empty except for a few Johnny’s scurrying to get to practice. A few of them took notice of me and bowed in respect, I in return. My mind flies to the time when I was a junior, the same as the rest of them scurrying to get things done. Back then, I had no real intention to fully continue the idol-thing. The others know this as a majority of us had not expected to even be part of the group. In fact, we’ve said it time and time again that the moment we submitted our entry forms for the office, we had not expected much. And when the time did come for the debut, we were all shocked and pretty much stumped that our playful idea had become a reality.
No one, except Sho, knew how I felt about the entire thing.
And no one except him understood how much I felt for he had felt the same way as I did. Of course I can’t say for sure whether or not we were the only ones feeling this.
I reached the door of our dressing room as I tried to throw off what was running through my mind just a while ago and proceeded to grabbing the door knob. Before I could even touch it, the knob moved from me and the door swung open revealing a tall figure with slopping shoulders wearing a suit.
“Nino.”
“H-Hey.”
“You going home?”
“Yeah.” I slipped inside and located my bag.
Which was nowhere to be found.
Then I realized the room’s surroundings were a bit different from the Arashi dressing room. If anything, it had an air of Sakurai written all over it.
“What did you need in my dressing room, Nino?”
“Shit. I went in the wrong room.” I muttered. Shit.
“That’s pretty rare of you to be dazing into the sunset, Nino. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were Captain, but you? Are you not feeling well?”
I remained standing stupefied at my mistake and quickly turned around to leave but was stopped short by a Sakurai face staring right at me, hands on his hips. I knew when he did that. It was always when he was sensing something was definitely not right. If it weren’t for the many years we knew each other, I would not have sensed him holding out his hand reaching for my forehead.
Which of course means I didn’t sense it.
His hand was on me before I could even snap out of my reverie. My eyes widened to the size of pancake platters to the feel of rough yet smooth skin grazing over mine. His eyes stared right at me with obvious concern but I was slowly thinking about something else. Something from the far past.
Was it around 2009? Of course it was. How could I forget? It was that one time where we starred in the same movie. Any fan would remember that drama series we both starred in. Yep. The one where I played the poor older brother and he played the rich young master. Somehow, it was the perfect role for both of us, especially for him who was born a noble, the eldest son to a politician and a university professor.
It was the early morning. I was weary from the previous day from all the appointments, photo shoots and vocal sessions wit the group, the noon after I was with the director of the drama series. Sho was with Aiba, as always. Until then, I never really cared where Sho was. We were close, but unlike his closeness with Aiba, I was on a different scale.
We talk yes. We have fun and we have our moments when fans squeal over our...what do they call it? Ship? Although, I don’t understand what that means. But when it comes to Aiba, it’s like a summer crush for him and I had Ohno to think about. Frankly. I felt a little bit for him and I thought I still do.
But that drama changed all that.
He waltzed in the location all in his morning aura. It was a Monday morning, just a little after 8 for out first shooting session and you could literally see the bags under his eyes. He wore a simple midnight blue t-shirt and khaki short pants. Slung over his slopping shoulders was a large black duffel bag filled with all the day’s necessities. He had shades on and his obvious bed hair on his head. He walked in absorbed in the script on one hand and drinking his coffee on the other all while he greeted every single staff on location. I remained seated on my actor’s chair as if playing with my DS, but actually staring at him the entire time. I watched him as he sat a little farther away from me and chatted with the director on his role. Looking at him now, he definitely was a lot more different than he was back in the day. Same slopping shoulders, but less of that rebellious aura he used to have.
Maybe because he lost that ridiculous pompadour of his.
It was the normal kind of day. I’d been with him, and with the rest of the members in Pikanchi and Pikanchi Double so I thought everyday would be a normal day.
But the moment he started delivering his lines and immersed in his role as Mimura Takuya, it definitely felt like like an entirely different Sho.
For a second, I thought he looked kind of cute with his small smiles and occasional blunders. How his small slip ups never brought him down, how he made a joke out of everything, but when everything became serious he would always turn a blind eye to any imperfection. In the many years that we had been together, I knew he was like that. But it was only then that I realized how precious these small things would become to me.
Our hang-outs and small talks became more recent and more lively. People, magazines, even the fans have become more aware of how close we’ve become. I even surprised myself by becoming the most aware in a lot more ways. It wasn’t here that everything about him changed. I loved being around him the most. I subtly started to call him by his name. By adding a little suffix at the end . He didn’t mind. And I was more than happy to oblige. I wished it had ended there. But the heart wants what it wants, no matter how much we try to hide it. I was not one for romantic escapades; that was their job, not mine. And I know romance is a big no-no in this business and the one thing I needed was a giant scandal that could possibly ruin my career and could have me kicked out of the agency, not to mention the responsibilities that go along with it.
And I know myself. I hate responsibilities.
It must seem so ironic seeing as I am an idol, a member of Arashi even and it was natural for us to have the most jobs. I get it. But still, the idea of responsibility, of having to take care of my own ass and answer to all actions and decisions? It’s not something I prefer over a warm blanket and my fully charged DS or any kind of girl (or boy) sleeping beside me to greet me a good morning after a hot night of passionate sex.
So when I did wake up to a naked figure sleeping beside me, I thought I must’ve been the most drunk person in the world to go against what I despised the most.
