Day Seven! The AU au returns!
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ciirceeThis is a lot harder than I thought. Normally I'm a fairly slow writer anyhow so even doing one story a day can be a little challenging…so doing two or more is really sort of wearing and a little stressful. I'm going to finish because I want to finish but next year? Well. I'll either start work BEFORE it comes up or else, if I can't write every day, I'll just skip the whole thing.
That said, on to day…seven? Seven.
ETA: Um. Previously on The AU au...
The AU au: A Future with You
Aiba's apartment was comfortably dumpy. Not because he couldn't afford better furniture, but because he liked things already broken in. And he generally went shopping with Nino which, Jun had learned, meant thrift stores.
Despite the fact that only God could have known which butts had been on Aiba's couch before Aiba owned it (and Jun could clearly remember the horrified look he'd shared with Sho the first time they'd been introduced to it), Jun always felt content in Aiba's apartment. Like he was at home.
"Masaki," Sho sounded distressed. "Masaki! There's something in your sink and I think it touched me. On purpose."
Jun couldn't think of any other reason for why he spent so much time there.
"Is it Nino?" Ohno asked absently.
"What would Nino be doing in Aiba's sink?" Jun asked, taking the blue marker that Ohno handed him and relinquishing the purple one that he'd been holding. He didn't mind being Ohno's art-caddy, since it meant that Ohno himself was sprawled warmly over Jun's legs while he drew.
"Nino-chan," Aiba scolded Nino, who was sitting across the battered coffee table from him, "get out of the sink and stop touching Sho-chan!"
Nino set aside the deck of cards he'd been shuffling and pushed himself to his feet, wandering towards the kitchen.
"It's not Nino!" Sho said. And then, "Damn it, Nino, get your hand off my ass!"
"You just said it wasn't me," Nino said, sounding smug. "So it's not my hand on your ass."
Ohno made a show of feeling his own butt. "Huh," he said, "it's not his hands on mine, either," he called toward the kitchen.
Nino came out of the kitchen and leaned over the back of the sofa, looking suspicious until he saw the hands in question. Then he laughed and clambered over the back, sliding down to sit beside Ohno. "Is now," he said, groping.
"Could you two save your disgusting, homo-handed displays for when I'm not sitting right here?" Jun asked.
"Aww, poor Jun-pon is jealous," Nino snickered, still idly touching Ohno's butt. "You can go play with Aiba. He's good for that. Aim for the left cheek, though, the right side is ticklish."
"I WAS TRYING TO FORGET THAT," Sho snapped from the kitchen.
"So were the rest of us," Jun muttered.
"Not me," said Aiba.
"Me neither," said Ohno.
"So, just you and Sho," Nino informed him loudly enough for Sho to hear. "The rest of us like knowing the ins-and-outs of Aiba's butt."
Jun groaned at the three grinning faces that beamed angelically back at him. Sho came out of Aiba's kitchen with one of Aiba's rooster-printed dishcloths tucked into the apron at his waist, and gave his shoulder an encouraging pat before he sat down next to him.
"Speaking of butts," Nino said pleasantly, "just what the hell has crawled up your ass lately, Matsumoto?"
He'd thought that he'd hidden things better than that, but nobody beyond him seemed to be taken by surprise by Nino's question.
"Nino," said Sho with a weary sigh, "haven't we talked about the nice ways we can use to show our concern for other people?"
"That was me and you," Aiba corrected. "Me and you, Sho-chan. Because I brought you cream horns at work and Leader looked awful so I sat in his lap and hugged him."
Jun reached out automatically to pat Sho's back, stroking circles over his shoulders to soothe him. "It was a long time ago," he comforted.
"I was super happy," Ohno added, putting a hand over Sho's knee.
"That doesn't answer my question," said Nino. Jun reached out and picked up his coffee, sipping at it and studying Nino covertly. Nino had that sharp look in his eyes, the one he usually reserved for his video games that he was struggling with. Jun didn't hold out much hope of getting away without answering.
Looking at the others gave him no hope, either. Sho had that concerned-big-brother look on his face (poorly hidden, as usual) and Aiba looked solemn, his it's-all-right eyes focused on his face. Ohno, whom Jun had long ago learned was not nearly as spacey as he appeared (and that little bastard played on it, used it to get his way, Jun knew he did, even as he and Sho and Nino continually fell for it), was watching him calmly, one hand twisted with Nino's and the other sneaking over from Sho's knee to Jun's own.
"All right, Jun-chan?" Aiba asked quietly.
Jun twisted to set his coffee down on the end table. "I suppose Kazue is telling your mom right now anyhow," he said quietly. "I might as well tell all of you."
"Did you break up?" Sho asked immediately. His hand was firm, warm and protective on the nape of Jun's neck.
"Who ended it?" Aiba asked. "Because getting dumped is the worst." Jun was glad that Ohno had shifted, subtly blocking Aiba from crawling into his lap. He couldn't deal with a lapful of Aiba right now.
"If you broke up, I can finally quit being nice to you," Nino said. It seemed to Jun like Nino was trying to sound upbeat and encouraging, which just made the sudden lump in Jun's throat even worse.
Ohno squeezed his knee. "Jun," he said and ever since that first night in the snow Jun had been stupidly weak to Ohno Satoshi.
"We're getting married," he said. He could hear the starts of the congratulations in the way they breathed in, all together. "She's pregnant," he went on before they could say a word.
Nino didn't say anything, just stood up and slammed out of the apartment.
"I love you," Ohno said quietly, kissing him on the forehead before he went out. In the silence Jun could hear them in the hallway outside, Ohno's voice in that strange falsetto and Nino's in that ridiculous accent that they sometimes used with each other.
"Can I—" Sho was looking at him with a look Jun normally associated with Aiba and zoo animals. "Can I babysit?"
Jun blinked. "Now?"
Sho shook his head, inching closer on the couch. "Any time," he said, tension obvious in his voice. Obvious and rising. "I'm really trustworthy. Kids like me. I can take the child-minder certification if you want," he offered. "I know a lot of lullabies and schools songs. I can sing."
Aiba giggled. "You sing rap, Sho-chan," he said. "Anytime we do karaoke, you do the rap songs. You can't rap to a baby."
Sho didn't appear to hear him. "Do you want a baby shower?" he asked. "It's okay if we host one for you, right? Kazue's friends are going to do one for her, right? We can have beer and baby gifts. It'll be a manly baby shower."
"Sho-chan, do you want to use my computer?" Aiba offered sweetly. "Use the red thumb drive," he called as Sho hurried out of the room. His smile was still sweet when he turned back to Jun.
Jun let out a breath and opened his arms, letting Aiba into his lap. "What?" he asked as Aiba just looked at him.
"Are you happy?"
Tucking his face into the curve of Aiba's shoulder Jun just breathed for a minute. "Do you think Nino's going to be an absolute bastard about this?" he asked.
Aiba kissed his hair, holding him softly. "Nino-chan…" he said carefully, "Nino-chan has a bad history with fathers, you know?" Jun did know. He and Kazue had talked about her father and her brother's even before she had got pregnant. "But," said Aiba, hugging him closer, "but it's you, Jun-chan, and Oh-chan is making him feel better right now, and he'll get over it. He'll be okay and then he'll laugh at the way Sho-chan is glowing about your baby. Everything is all right, you know. You'll see."
"I am happy," Jun told him quietly. "It's unexpected but…" he tipped his head back and met Aiba's eyes. "If you ever tell anybody I said this I will tell them that you made it up while you were drunk," he warned. "But...these last few years, with all of you, that was unexpected too, and now it's like I feel I can do anything because you're all here. Any of us can do anything because we're all together. Getting married and having a family with Kazue feels like that first night all over again."
"Uwaah," Aiba said, squeezing him chokingly tight, "Jun-tan is such a romantic! That was just like being given a love confession by a prince. My heart just went 'kyaaaaa~!' A big, huge 'kyaaa!' feeling. You should tell everybody else so that they can feel it, too. Sho-chan will probably cry. Him and Leader. Nino will be a big jerk but it's because he loves you, too, a whole lot, just like me."
Jun shoved Aiba off of his lap. "Why are you so gross?" he demanded, ignoring the way his own heart was uncomfortably close to going 'kyaaaa' over his stupid, stupid friends.
{And then this just didn't seem to work for the ending but it is TOTALLY what happened next:
"Gross is you having sex with my sister," Nino announced, banging back into the apartment. "That's why Oh-chan said I could tell you that I once had sex with him and Aiba on your bed."
"Sorry," said Ohno.
"No, no we didn't have sex on your bed," Aiba said, lifting both hands placatingly. "Nino's just making that up. It was only hand jobs and everybody knows that those don't count."
"You and Sho were passed out on Oh-chan's other side," Nino said. "It was almost a gay orgy."
Jun stood up. "I am going to go out of this room and find Sho and make him promise to take care of Kazue and the baby. Then I am going to kill all three of you."
"Sho's going to be the best man, isn't he?" Aiba asked after a moment.
"He's going to be the only man if you don't start running," Jun advised them before he went into the bedroom where Sho was using Aiba's computer. Sho was clicking things and then typing rapidly. In the other room Jun heard the sounds of Aiba's Wii (which was actually 'Nino's other Playstation') starting up a game of golf. "Did you know we were almost raped by our friends last year?"
"Uh-huh," Sho nodded. "I made you switch places with me just in case they got grabby. It's going to be a winter baby, right? Look at all the itty-bitty mittens."
"I hate you guys," Jun said.)
That said, on to day…seven? Seven.
ETA: Um. Previously on The AU au...
The AU au: A Future with You
Aiba's apartment was comfortably dumpy. Not because he couldn't afford better furniture, but because he liked things already broken in. And he generally went shopping with Nino which, Jun had learned, meant thrift stores.
Despite the fact that only God could have known which butts had been on Aiba's couch before Aiba owned it (and Jun could clearly remember the horrified look he'd shared with Sho the first time they'd been introduced to it), Jun always felt content in Aiba's apartment. Like he was at home.
"Masaki," Sho sounded distressed. "Masaki! There's something in your sink and I think it touched me. On purpose."
Jun couldn't think of any other reason for why he spent so much time there.
"Is it Nino?" Ohno asked absently.
"What would Nino be doing in Aiba's sink?" Jun asked, taking the blue marker that Ohno handed him and relinquishing the purple one that he'd been holding. He didn't mind being Ohno's art-caddy, since it meant that Ohno himself was sprawled warmly over Jun's legs while he drew.
"Nino-chan," Aiba scolded Nino, who was sitting across the battered coffee table from him, "get out of the sink and stop touching Sho-chan!"
Nino set aside the deck of cards he'd been shuffling and pushed himself to his feet, wandering towards the kitchen.
"It's not Nino!" Sho said. And then, "Damn it, Nino, get your hand off my ass!"
"You just said it wasn't me," Nino said, sounding smug. "So it's not my hand on your ass."
Ohno made a show of feeling his own butt. "Huh," he said, "it's not his hands on mine, either," he called toward the kitchen.
Nino came out of the kitchen and leaned over the back of the sofa, looking suspicious until he saw the hands in question. Then he laughed and clambered over the back, sliding down to sit beside Ohno. "Is now," he said, groping.
"Could you two save your disgusting, homo-handed displays for when I'm not sitting right here?" Jun asked.
"Aww, poor Jun-pon is jealous," Nino snickered, still idly touching Ohno's butt. "You can go play with Aiba. He's good for that. Aim for the left cheek, though, the right side is ticklish."
"I WAS TRYING TO FORGET THAT," Sho snapped from the kitchen.
"So were the rest of us," Jun muttered.
"Not me," said Aiba.
"Me neither," said Ohno.
"So, just you and Sho," Nino informed him loudly enough for Sho to hear. "The rest of us like knowing the ins-and-outs of Aiba's butt."
Jun groaned at the three grinning faces that beamed angelically back at him. Sho came out of Aiba's kitchen with one of Aiba's rooster-printed dishcloths tucked into the apron at his waist, and gave his shoulder an encouraging pat before he sat down next to him.
"Speaking of butts," Nino said pleasantly, "just what the hell has crawled up your ass lately, Matsumoto?"
He'd thought that he'd hidden things better than that, but nobody beyond him seemed to be taken by surprise by Nino's question.
"Nino," said Sho with a weary sigh, "haven't we talked about the nice ways we can use to show our concern for other people?"
"That was me and you," Aiba corrected. "Me and you, Sho-chan. Because I brought you cream horns at work and Leader looked awful so I sat in his lap and hugged him."
Jun reached out automatically to pat Sho's back, stroking circles over his shoulders to soothe him. "It was a long time ago," he comforted.
"I was super happy," Ohno added, putting a hand over Sho's knee.
"That doesn't answer my question," said Nino. Jun reached out and picked up his coffee, sipping at it and studying Nino covertly. Nino had that sharp look in his eyes, the one he usually reserved for his video games that he was struggling with. Jun didn't hold out much hope of getting away without answering.
Looking at the others gave him no hope, either. Sho had that concerned-big-brother look on his face (poorly hidden, as usual) and Aiba looked solemn, his it's-all-right eyes focused on his face. Ohno, whom Jun had long ago learned was not nearly as spacey as he appeared (and that little bastard played on it, used it to get his way, Jun knew he did, even as he and Sho and Nino continually fell for it), was watching him calmly, one hand twisted with Nino's and the other sneaking over from Sho's knee to Jun's own.
"All right, Jun-chan?" Aiba asked quietly.
Jun twisted to set his coffee down on the end table. "I suppose Kazue is telling your mom right now anyhow," he said quietly. "I might as well tell all of you."
"Did you break up?" Sho asked immediately. His hand was firm, warm and protective on the nape of Jun's neck.
"Who ended it?" Aiba asked. "Because getting dumped is the worst." Jun was glad that Ohno had shifted, subtly blocking Aiba from crawling into his lap. He couldn't deal with a lapful of Aiba right now.
"If you broke up, I can finally quit being nice to you," Nino said. It seemed to Jun like Nino was trying to sound upbeat and encouraging, which just made the sudden lump in Jun's throat even worse.
Ohno squeezed his knee. "Jun," he said and ever since that first night in the snow Jun had been stupidly weak to Ohno Satoshi.
"We're getting married," he said. He could hear the starts of the congratulations in the way they breathed in, all together. "She's pregnant," he went on before they could say a word.
Nino didn't say anything, just stood up and slammed out of the apartment.
"I love you," Ohno said quietly, kissing him on the forehead before he went out. In the silence Jun could hear them in the hallway outside, Ohno's voice in that strange falsetto and Nino's in that ridiculous accent that they sometimes used with each other.
"Can I—" Sho was looking at him with a look Jun normally associated with Aiba and zoo animals. "Can I babysit?"
Jun blinked. "Now?"
Sho shook his head, inching closer on the couch. "Any time," he said, tension obvious in his voice. Obvious and rising. "I'm really trustworthy. Kids like me. I can take the child-minder certification if you want," he offered. "I know a lot of lullabies and schools songs. I can sing."
Aiba giggled. "You sing rap, Sho-chan," he said. "Anytime we do karaoke, you do the rap songs. You can't rap to a baby."
Sho didn't appear to hear him. "Do you want a baby shower?" he asked. "It's okay if we host one for you, right? Kazue's friends are going to do one for her, right? We can have beer and baby gifts. It'll be a manly baby shower."
"Sho-chan, do you want to use my computer?" Aiba offered sweetly. "Use the red thumb drive," he called as Sho hurried out of the room. His smile was still sweet when he turned back to Jun.
Jun let out a breath and opened his arms, letting Aiba into his lap. "What?" he asked as Aiba just looked at him.
"Are you happy?"
Tucking his face into the curve of Aiba's shoulder Jun just breathed for a minute. "Do you think Nino's going to be an absolute bastard about this?" he asked.
Aiba kissed his hair, holding him softly. "Nino-chan…" he said carefully, "Nino-chan has a bad history with fathers, you know?" Jun did know. He and Kazue had talked about her father and her brother's even before she had got pregnant. "But," said Aiba, hugging him closer, "but it's you, Jun-chan, and Oh-chan is making him feel better right now, and he'll get over it. He'll be okay and then he'll laugh at the way Sho-chan is glowing about your baby. Everything is all right, you know. You'll see."
"I am happy," Jun told him quietly. "It's unexpected but…" he tipped his head back and met Aiba's eyes. "If you ever tell anybody I said this I will tell them that you made it up while you were drunk," he warned. "But...these last few years, with all of you, that was unexpected too, and now it's like I feel I can do anything because you're all here. Any of us can do anything because we're all together. Getting married and having a family with Kazue feels like that first night all over again."
"Uwaah," Aiba said, squeezing him chokingly tight, "Jun-tan is such a romantic! That was just like being given a love confession by a prince. My heart just went 'kyaaaaa~!' A big, huge 'kyaaa!' feeling. You should tell everybody else so that they can feel it, too. Sho-chan will probably cry. Him and Leader. Nino will be a big jerk but it's because he loves you, too, a whole lot, just like me."
Jun shoved Aiba off of his lap. "Why are you so gross?" he demanded, ignoring the way his own heart was uncomfortably close to going 'kyaaaa' over his stupid, stupid friends.
{And then this just didn't seem to work for the ending but it is TOTALLY what happened next:
"Gross is you having sex with my sister," Nino announced, banging back into the apartment. "That's why Oh-chan said I could tell you that I once had sex with him and Aiba on your bed."
"Sorry," said Ohno.
"No, no we didn't have sex on your bed," Aiba said, lifting both hands placatingly. "Nino's just making that up. It was only hand jobs and everybody knows that those don't count."
"You and Sho were passed out on Oh-chan's other side," Nino said. "It was almost a gay orgy."
Jun stood up. "I am going to go out of this room and find Sho and make him promise to take care of Kazue and the baby. Then I am going to kill all three of you."
"Sho's going to be the best man, isn't he?" Aiba asked after a moment.
"He's going to be the only man if you don't start running," Jun advised them before he went into the bedroom where Sho was using Aiba's computer. Sho was clicking things and then typing rapidly. In the other room Jun heard the sounds of Aiba's Wii (which was actually 'Nino's other Playstation') starting up a game of golf. "Did you know we were almost raped by our friends last year?"
"Uh-huh," Sho nodded. "I made you switch places with me just in case they got grabby. It's going to be a winter baby, right? Look at all the itty-bitty mittens."
"I hate you guys," Jun said.)
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Date: 2009-01-14 03:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-30 10:16 am (UTC)Thank you for making my morning and giving me something laugh over for the first time in 3 hellish days.
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Date: 2009-08-26 07:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-26 07:57 pm (UTC)I...do have some more of it here (http://still-ciircee.livejournal.com/50308.html) (and in the comments there, too), if you'd like. Either way, thank you for making my day.
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Date: 2009-08-26 08:33 pm (UTC)Also, also, can I just say? (This maybe is gonna sound weird but.) You did/do HP fic, too, right? Of course you do, I see it in your tags right there. You wrote "Byron," didn't you? And the Hufflepuff story that was beyond amazing and made me (and probably so very many others) consider that house in a wholly new, more favorable light? On that one site, what was it...Sugar Quill! So, like, approximately a billion years ago? That site and your stories? Were among my very first forays into reading fanfic and figuring out fan communities. And I am thrilled silly to find you writing fic for my newest fandom arena. It almost serves as confirmation that Arashi is totally the place to be. ;D
Um.
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Date: 2009-09-07 04:51 pm (UTC)