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ciirceeI'm sort of in love with the new AU commercial and the song that goes with it. *__*
And: I love this guy.
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honooko and her awesome post about Arashi's families. I love her. ♥ And from finally getting around to watching some of the 24hr TV subbed stuff that I downloaded.
Family First
Nino was wiped out—from being awake for twenty-four hours (okay, closer to thirty-two), from the stress of anchoring 24hr Television, from the emotional toll of it all—he was strangely cold from the exhaustion, ready to fall into bed and not get up again for a week.
Of course that meant his mother was lying in wait for him the moment he got in the door.
"I'm home," he muttered when he saw her. At her look he stopped in mid kick-out of his shoes and sat down to take them off properly.
"Welcome back," she said once he stood up again. "You're going to eat before you go to bed. Ohno-san and I have been worried about Satoshi's weight but you're even worse. The shame of seeing you in that swimming pool," she tsked.
Only his mother, Nino reflected, would scold him for his 24hr task. "You're a refreshing change, Ma," he told her, wandering into the living room to collapse on the couch in front of the television. After a moment of staring at the blank, black screen he flicked the television on, turning the sound down to almost nothing. After everything, the silence was making his ears ring.
"Don't you dare fall asleep out there," his mother warned him from the kitchen.
Nino blinked tiredly at the television and drifted, thinking about nothing at all until a song grabbed his attention and he focused. It was Ai-chan's song and on the television there was a still-frame of Kanato and his sister; a news anchor came back on the screen a moment later and began to blather about 24hr television but Nino was stuck on the siblings.
He'd meant everything he'd said about Kanato. He was a good kid, a great brother…a smart kid. He'd understood that Nino, as an idol, met a lot of people and did a lot of things. And Kanato had traded his promise to look out for his number-one treasure for the simple favor of Nino not forgetting them.
The odds of him forgetting them were slim, Nino thought, just because of that. Because of the fact that Kanato lived every day knowing he might lose the sister he cherished and he loved her as much as he could every day while she was still there to take it. It shamed Nino just a little. His own sister was healthy and whole and, until recently, right under his roof and he never really took the time to…
He sat up from his slouch and rummaged in his pocket, dragging his phone out, feeling even more of a sting as he realized that his sister wasn't even on his 'most dialed' list of contacts.
"Hello?"
His sister's voice froze him for a moment. She sounded like their mother in tone, like him in inflection. He'd never really noticed that before. "Hi, 'nee-chan," he said on a breath.
"Eh? Kazunari?" she sounded confused, surprised.
"Yeah," he said. "Have you got time to talk?"
"…what's wrong?"
He fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to talk. It's been a while since I saw you and I…" he took a breath. Why was it so hard, he wondered. "I missed you. A little. You know. That's all." He pinched the bridge of his nose. Ten-year-old Kanato had written a poem for his sister, sang a song for her for the whole world to hear and Nino, at twenty-five and alone in the room, couldn't even tell his own sister that he'd just wanted to hear her voice.
"Oh." His sister was quiet for a second. "Oh, well, yeah, I've got time. Just—can I put you on hold for a second? There's something I have to check on."
"Sure." The line double-clicked, signaling the hold, and Nino sighed. The phone in the kitchen rang and he ignored it as, on the television, a scene of Haruna Ai collecting donations flashed by, followed by Edo Harumi in the rain.
"Kazunari," his mother called.
"I'm on the phone with Kazue," he called back to her. Anybody important would have called his cell and left him a voice mail. He closed his eyes tiredly and wondered what his sister was doing.
His mother's warm hand slapped down over his face suddenly. "I'm checking, I'm checking," she said exasperatedly. "It takes time to walk from there to here."
Nino peeled his mother's little finger up and peered up at her. "Mom?"
"Of course that's him," his mother snorted. "I'm standing right here, aren't I?" His mother, Nino noticed, had the phone tucked against her ear, holding it there with her shoulder. "He doesn't feel like he has a fever," she reported.
"Mom?"
"Your sister," his mother said, lowering the mouthpiece and talking over it to him. "She said that you called and that you're acting strange—sweet, sincere. We're worried that you're ill. No," she said into the phone again, "no, his eyes are clear."
Against his ear his own phone double-clicked at him. "Kazunari?" his sister asked, "Is Mom in the room?"
"What the hell?" Nino asked her.
"Oh good," she said, sounding relieved. "I was afraid she was still making you something to eat instead of checking on you. You haven't been to any foreign countries recently, have you?"
"Why do I ever even talk to you?"
"Beats me," his sister said cheerfully as their mother left the room, "but I get the feeling that if I hadn't sent Mom in you'd have told me that it was because you love me."
"Shut up! I do not!"
"Kazunari, your food is done. Come and eat so that I don't have to be so ashamed of you."
"I have to go, 'nee-chan," Nino told his sister. "Mom's hounding me about my weight again."
"You're too thin," his sister said immediately. "The shame of seeing you in that pool—" Nino snorted and listened to Kazue laugh a little. "Hey, 'Nari?" she said suddenly before he could hang up, "I'm really proud of you." A single click announced the end of his phone call.
Nino closed his phone, holding it against his heart for a moment since there wasn't anybody in the room to see him, and then got up, heading for the kitchen and the omelet rice that his mother had cooked for him. "Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Something is wrong with Kazue. She told me she's proud of me."
His mother clicked her tongue. "If it's not one of you sick, it's the other," she sighed.
Nino smiled and took a sip of his miso soup, feeling warm all the way through.
Speaking of 24hr TV—I re-watched Nino's letter and I…I just really love Jun. He's got this look on his face like 'omg, my bitchy midget bandmate told me that he thinks I'm warm and gentle and that he's glad he met me and he loves me and I get to tell him that he moved me IN MY HEART and we're right on national tv'. It's like…I seriously think that if they hadn't been on television Jun would have raped Nino right there. A very emotionally squishy sort of rape. I love how Jun is so in love with Arashi. It will never not be awesome to watch him just about DIE with his love for them.
And: I love this guy.
Okay! Now that that is done! On to the fic! This came from thinking about
honooko and her awesome post about Arashi's families. I love her. ♥ And from finally getting around to watching some of the 24hr TV subbed stuff that I downloaded.Family First
Nino was wiped out—from being awake for twenty-four hours (okay, closer to thirty-two), from the stress of anchoring 24hr Television, from the emotional toll of it all—he was strangely cold from the exhaustion, ready to fall into bed and not get up again for a week.
Of course that meant his mother was lying in wait for him the moment he got in the door.
"I'm home," he muttered when he saw her. At her look he stopped in mid kick-out of his shoes and sat down to take them off properly.
"Welcome back," she said once he stood up again. "You're going to eat before you go to bed. Ohno-san and I have been worried about Satoshi's weight but you're even worse. The shame of seeing you in that swimming pool," she tsked.
Only his mother, Nino reflected, would scold him for his 24hr task. "You're a refreshing change, Ma," he told her, wandering into the living room to collapse on the couch in front of the television. After a moment of staring at the blank, black screen he flicked the television on, turning the sound down to almost nothing. After everything, the silence was making his ears ring.
"Don't you dare fall asleep out there," his mother warned him from the kitchen.
Nino blinked tiredly at the television and drifted, thinking about nothing at all until a song grabbed his attention and he focused. It was Ai-chan's song and on the television there was a still-frame of Kanato and his sister; a news anchor came back on the screen a moment later and began to blather about 24hr television but Nino was stuck on the siblings.
He'd meant everything he'd said about Kanato. He was a good kid, a great brother…a smart kid. He'd understood that Nino, as an idol, met a lot of people and did a lot of things. And Kanato had traded his promise to look out for his number-one treasure for the simple favor of Nino not forgetting them.
The odds of him forgetting them were slim, Nino thought, just because of that. Because of the fact that Kanato lived every day knowing he might lose the sister he cherished and he loved her as much as he could every day while she was still there to take it. It shamed Nino just a little. His own sister was healthy and whole and, until recently, right under his roof and he never really took the time to…
He sat up from his slouch and rummaged in his pocket, dragging his phone out, feeling even more of a sting as he realized that his sister wasn't even on his 'most dialed' list of contacts.
"Hello?"
His sister's voice froze him for a moment. She sounded like their mother in tone, like him in inflection. He'd never really noticed that before. "Hi, 'nee-chan," he said on a breath.
"Eh? Kazunari?" she sounded confused, surprised.
"Yeah," he said. "Have you got time to talk?"
"…what's wrong?"
He fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to talk. It's been a while since I saw you and I…" he took a breath. Why was it so hard, he wondered. "I missed you. A little. You know. That's all." He pinched the bridge of his nose. Ten-year-old Kanato had written a poem for his sister, sang a song for her for the whole world to hear and Nino, at twenty-five and alone in the room, couldn't even tell his own sister that he'd just wanted to hear her voice.
"Oh." His sister was quiet for a second. "Oh, well, yeah, I've got time. Just—can I put you on hold for a second? There's something I have to check on."
"Sure." The line double-clicked, signaling the hold, and Nino sighed. The phone in the kitchen rang and he ignored it as, on the television, a scene of Haruna Ai collecting donations flashed by, followed by Edo Harumi in the rain.
"Kazunari," his mother called.
"I'm on the phone with Kazue," he called back to her. Anybody important would have called his cell and left him a voice mail. He closed his eyes tiredly and wondered what his sister was doing.
His mother's warm hand slapped down over his face suddenly. "I'm checking, I'm checking," she said exasperatedly. "It takes time to walk from there to here."
Nino peeled his mother's little finger up and peered up at her. "Mom?"
"Of course that's him," his mother snorted. "I'm standing right here, aren't I?" His mother, Nino noticed, had the phone tucked against her ear, holding it there with her shoulder. "He doesn't feel like he has a fever," she reported.
"Mom?"
"Your sister," his mother said, lowering the mouthpiece and talking over it to him. "She said that you called and that you're acting strange—sweet, sincere. We're worried that you're ill. No," she said into the phone again, "no, his eyes are clear."
Against his ear his own phone double-clicked at him. "Kazunari?" his sister asked, "Is Mom in the room?"
"What the hell?" Nino asked her.
"Oh good," she said, sounding relieved. "I was afraid she was still making you something to eat instead of checking on you. You haven't been to any foreign countries recently, have you?"
"Why do I ever even talk to you?"
"Beats me," his sister said cheerfully as their mother left the room, "but I get the feeling that if I hadn't sent Mom in you'd have told me that it was because you love me."
"Shut up! I do not!"
"Kazunari, your food is done. Come and eat so that I don't have to be so ashamed of you."
"I have to go, 'nee-chan," Nino told his sister. "Mom's hounding me about my weight again."
"You're too thin," his sister said immediately. "The shame of seeing you in that pool—" Nino snorted and listened to Kazue laugh a little. "Hey, 'Nari?" she said suddenly before he could hang up, "I'm really proud of you." A single click announced the end of his phone call.
Nino closed his phone, holding it against his heart for a moment since there wasn't anybody in the room to see him, and then got up, heading for the kitchen and the omelet rice that his mother had cooked for him. "Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"Something is wrong with Kazue. She told me she's proud of me."
His mother clicked her tongue. "If it's not one of you sick, it's the other," she sighed.
Nino smiled and took a sip of his miso soup, feeling warm all the way through.
Speaking of 24hr TV—I re-watched Nino's letter and I…I just really love Jun. He's got this look on his face like 'omg, my bitchy midget bandmate told me that he thinks I'm warm and gentle and that he's glad he met me and he loves me and I get to tell him that he moved me IN MY HEART and we're right on national tv'. It's like…I seriously think that if they hadn't been on television Jun would have raped Nino right there. A very emotionally squishy sort of rape. I love how Jun is so in love with Arashi. It will never not be awesome to watch him just about DIE with his love for them.
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Date: 2009-02-15 01:44 pm (UTC)So, I wanted to ask if you don't mind if I post the translation of this fic to ARASHIRUS community? I will give proper credits for sure.
Thanks in advance.
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Date: 2009-02-16 08:06 pm (UTC)