Re-posting some drabbles and a question
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pink_tofu<--line worries me. Did somebody kill you during the move and then delete your journal? If so, plz become a ghost and give me details of the killer so I can contact the appropriate authorities. If not...well. You don't have to undelete the journal but a quick note at ciircee at gmail dot com to say that you are alive and not about to off yourself would be nice.
Moving along. Remember the drabble/short-story contest that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ohmiya was hosting (the short-story contest portion remains open, fyi)? Well, these were my entries for the drabbles. I was unable to stick to the 100 words=drabble thing that I am usually such a bitch about. DDD: Shame, I feel it.
Anyhow...
Prompt:
The photographer shoved them together; he was a Johnny's Entertainment veteran, he knew his work and he knew his audience. It didn't matter if his 'material' was off balanced and a little frightened by the sudden turn of events, of debuting. "You—here," and it didn't matter where Nino thought he was going; he was pushed to where he was going to be.
The best he could do was hold on and hope that he didn't get lost in the storm. "Sorry," he whispered to Ohno as he was jostled into the other boy's space, catching himself before falling by using him as a handhold.
"It's all right," Ohno replied. "It's kind of scary, ne?"
Nino felt a soft touch at his side, the warmth of a hand settling against him, shaking fingers that grew still as the warmth spread. He reached blindly for Ohno's other hand, fumbling a hand onto his wrist.
Maybe they could hold on to each other.
Prompt: 5 things Ohno loves about Nino's pajamas
At hotels, Ohno roomed with Nino when he could. "It's because he loves me," Nino said as they all trooped into his and Ohno's room.
"It's because I love your pajamas," Ohno disagreed, sitting on his bed.
"You love his pajamas?" Sho asked.
"Yeah," Ohno nodded. "Sometimes he has those old man ones with the pocket on the shirt."
"I never understood that pocket," Aiba said. "What is that for?"
"Nino puts things in there," Ohno told him. "Like game cartridges and decks of cards."
"I put fake-blood capsules in there once," Nino reminisced.
"And sometimes fake-blood capsules," Ohno nodded.
"He puts things in the pockets and that's why you love his pajamas," Jun stated with an expression that clearly said 'weirdo'.
Ohno nodded again. "In the winter they're really warm so if I crawl in with him it's really, really warm."
"You have cold toes," Nino said distractedly. "Quit shoving them up my pants legs."
"Really, really warm," Ohno repeated. "But in the summer he wears just his boxers, right? So if I crawl in with him then it's not too warm. Plus my mom and his use the same fabric softener so it smells like being home."
"Not too hot and not too cold," Sho laughed. "You sound like Goldilocks at the bear's house."
"Goldilocks at her house," Aiba corrected.
"What do you love about them the most?" Nino asked, looking up.
"You keep my Nino in there," Ohno answered promptly.
Jun gave Ohno a slow look. "Please tell me you're not talking about—" he said and gestured delicately at Nino's crotch.
"He keeps that in there too," Ohno told him seriously as Nino pulled his pajamas out of his suitcase.
Prompt: Summer, a crowded train. On the ride home, Ohno is pressed against a slight boy around his age
It is August. It is a late, sweltering-sticky day and everybody is too hot, too tired, the sun too merciless in its light, bleaching out the world. The train is crowded, everybody jostling for space in that worn-out, high-summer, late-afternoon, end-of-the-workday way.
Ohno hardly notices any of it; there is a boy about his own age on the train ride home. His face is a little long and framed by dark hair. It's not a beautiful face. Not pretty, not cute or handsome or even very remarkable. He's got two freckles on his cheek and a mole on his chin. Ohno has never seen him before. He knows he would have remembered this boy, this short and skinny boy with the ordinary face and a little bit of a slouch and a run-of-the-mill t-shirt and blue jeans. It would be impossible to forget him, this exotic and everyday boy.
The crowd pushes and it pulls and Ohno finds himself next to the boy, pressed against him. It isn't awkward. They boy's body is relaxed, the curve of his back fitting to the line of Ohno's chest like they are two spoons in a drawer. They stay like that for a long time, a drawn-out time. The train nears his stop and he and the boy are pressed together, the crowd all around them, the summer heat oppressive and omnipresent. Ohno's heart is humming in his veins.
"I'm in love with you," he whispers.
The boy smiles, Ohno can feel it in every place that they are touching. "Do you want to see where the train line ends?" asks the boy.
This boy could be anybody, Ohno thinks. He could be anything. "Yes."
He and the boy are still pressed together as the train passes his stop. They are together into the long stretch of sunset, into the warm night air buzzing with cicadas, into the place where the train line ends.
Ohno learns that the boy's name is Nino.
And he is everything.
pink_tofu<--line worries me. Did somebody kill you during the move and then delete your journal? If so, plz become a ghost and give me details of the killer so I can contact the appropriate authorities. If not...well. You don't have to undelete the journal but a quick note at ciircee at gmail dot com to say that you are alive and not about to off yourself would be nice. Moving along. Remember the drabble/short-story contest that
ohmiya was hosting (the short-story contest portion remains open, fyi)? Well, these were my entries for the drabbles. I was unable to stick to the 100 words=drabble thing that I am usually such a bitch about. DDD: Shame, I feel it.Anyhow...
Prompt:
The photographer shoved them together; he was a Johnny's Entertainment veteran, he knew his work and he knew his audience. It didn't matter if his 'material' was off balanced and a little frightened by the sudden turn of events, of debuting. "You—here," and it didn't matter where Nino thought he was going; he was pushed to where he was going to be.
The best he could do was hold on and hope that he didn't get lost in the storm. "Sorry," he whispered to Ohno as he was jostled into the other boy's space, catching himself before falling by using him as a handhold.
"It's all right," Ohno replied. "It's kind of scary, ne?"
Nino felt a soft touch at his side, the warmth of a hand settling against him, shaking fingers that grew still as the warmth spread. He reached blindly for Ohno's other hand, fumbling a hand onto his wrist.
Maybe they could hold on to each other.
Prompt: 5 things Ohno loves about Nino's pajamas
At hotels, Ohno roomed with Nino when he could. "It's because he loves me," Nino said as they all trooped into his and Ohno's room.
"It's because I love your pajamas," Ohno disagreed, sitting on his bed.
"You love his pajamas?" Sho asked.
"Yeah," Ohno nodded. "Sometimes he has those old man ones with the pocket on the shirt."
"I never understood that pocket," Aiba said. "What is that for?"
"Nino puts things in there," Ohno told him. "Like game cartridges and decks of cards."
"I put fake-blood capsules in there once," Nino reminisced.
"And sometimes fake-blood capsules," Ohno nodded.
"He puts things in the pockets and that's why you love his pajamas," Jun stated with an expression that clearly said 'weirdo'.
Ohno nodded again. "In the winter they're really warm so if I crawl in with him it's really, really warm."
"You have cold toes," Nino said distractedly. "Quit shoving them up my pants legs."
"Really, really warm," Ohno repeated. "But in the summer he wears just his boxers, right? So if I crawl in with him then it's not too warm. Plus my mom and his use the same fabric softener so it smells like being home."
"Not too hot and not too cold," Sho laughed. "You sound like Goldilocks at the bear's house."
"Goldilocks at her house," Aiba corrected.
"What do you love about them the most?" Nino asked, looking up.
"You keep my Nino in there," Ohno answered promptly.
Jun gave Ohno a slow look. "Please tell me you're not talking about—" he said and gestured delicately at Nino's crotch.
"He keeps that in there too," Ohno told him seriously as Nino pulled his pajamas out of his suitcase.
Prompt: Summer, a crowded train. On the ride home, Ohno is pressed against a slight boy around his age
It is August. It is a late, sweltering-sticky day and everybody is too hot, too tired, the sun too merciless in its light, bleaching out the world. The train is crowded, everybody jostling for space in that worn-out, high-summer, late-afternoon, end-of-the-workday way.
Ohno hardly notices any of it; there is a boy about his own age on the train ride home. His face is a little long and framed by dark hair. It's not a beautiful face. Not pretty, not cute or handsome or even very remarkable. He's got two freckles on his cheek and a mole on his chin. Ohno has never seen him before. He knows he would have remembered this boy, this short and skinny boy with the ordinary face and a little bit of a slouch and a run-of-the-mill t-shirt and blue jeans. It would be impossible to forget him, this exotic and everyday boy.
The crowd pushes and it pulls and Ohno finds himself next to the boy, pressed against him. It isn't awkward. They boy's body is relaxed, the curve of his back fitting to the line of Ohno's chest like they are two spoons in a drawer. They stay like that for a long time, a drawn-out time. The train nears his stop and he and the boy are pressed together, the crowd all around them, the summer heat oppressive and omnipresent. Ohno's heart is humming in his veins.
"I'm in love with you," he whispers.
The boy smiles, Ohno can feel it in every place that they are touching. "Do you want to see where the train line ends?" asks the boy.
This boy could be anybody, Ohno thinks. He could be anything. "Yes."
He and the boy are still pressed together as the train passes his stop. They are together into the long stretch of sunset, into the warm night air buzzing with cicadas, into the place where the train line ends.
Ohno learns that the boy's name is Nino.
And he is everything.
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Date: 2009-05-03 04:41 pm (UTC)also do you have a dreamwidth thingy? Do you want a dreamwidth thingy?
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Date: 2009-05-04 04:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-03 06:13 pm (UTC)Also, the train one makes me want to fall in love.
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Date: 2009-05-03 06:39 pm (UTC)I loved your drabbles, the last one makes me feel all warm and fuzzy
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Date: 2009-05-03 07:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 01:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 03:12 pm (UTC)Your drabbles are amazing!! That picture though... no wastin' time for 'dese bois.
OMG
Date: 2009-05-04 03:40 pm (UTC)How are you so amazing at these? I loved them all, but the last one? *wibble-melt*
Pajamas. *sporfle*
Date: 2009-05-04 10:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-05 02:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-05 02:56 pm (UTC)Also: Her ghost hasn't shown up yet, so that's hopeful, right?
*clings* Promise me to send me a PM if you delete your journal so that I know that
Johnny hasn't had you killed for running away with Ohnoyou aren't dead or anything.(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-05 10:37 pm (UTC)T-That is reassuring, somehow. I wonder why she'd delete her journal just for moving though? I mean, she could always leave it up and come back... well, let's keep hoping for the best. ;;
*squishes tight* Of course. You better send me a PM or email too. >:
Also, that would be the most satisfying death ever. Unless Ohno's out fishing and doesn't notice. orz(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-13 04:38 am (UTC)I will PM and E-mail you both if I ever delete my journal. Both will be written in the form of haiku. EPIC haiku.
Ohno would notice when he got home and you weren't there to gut and clean his catch. Also, the rest of Arashi would be there and insisting that they have a concert in, like, TWO DAYS and could he please come to the venue and maybe learn the damn dance moves? But he would MISS YOU FOREVER and dream that you're a mermaid.