Only good things

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I dropped my laptop by accident and now he is retarded. I hope Ed can fix him. For now, I am borrowing his computer. BUT OTHER THAN THAT, GOOD THINGS.

Meme from the flist (namely honeypuffed and gimmick_game): * Anyone who looks at this entry has to post this meme and their current wallpaper on their LiveJournal.
* Explain in five sentences why you're using that wallpaper!
* Don't change your wallpaper before doing this! The point is to see what you had on!


My wallpaper! *swoons* It was a present from tangiblewhimsy and I LOVE HER, OKAY? With spazzing and hearts and stuff.





Now make it desktop sized (which Aya DID, because she is too good to me) and add the icons from my previous desktop and you'd have my desktop from before Taiyou had his brain injury. I knew I should have named him Mycroft.


Also! Also! honooko wrote me fic! It is glorious. It is a beautiful, beautiful Sho/Ohno/Nino fic. It's so al;sdkjfl;skjdf HI, I LOVE YOU. It makes me a little speechless with pure joy.

AND! je_fqfest started posting the fics today! The one written for ME was already posted. It's Ohmiya. It's Letters From Iwo Jima Ohmiya. I am so happy. It's masturbation and memories and porn and it is lovely. But I do recommend checking out the entire fest. It is going to be EPIC. Also: It's porn.

je_ficgames is going to start posting soon, so be on the look out for that!

Finally: New Arashi album. I have the rip. I'm really loving it so far. It's kinda a new direction for them, though. More dance and Euro-beat than concert-hype-up. I like it, though. Oh, Junface. Nino, make the jazz hands and I'll be happy. Aiba, wtf? :D :D :D Oh-chan, ♥ as always. Sho! T-A-B-Oh,Oh is right.

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Sometime in the not-incredibly-distant future of the fish au (http://still-ciircee.livejournal.com/68161.html)...

Nino watches the hyper guy (Mirror-man, Aiba-chan, he reminds himself) practically drown himself in puppies, with the enthusiastic help of Ohno, before he looks at the serious guy (newscaster, Sakurai-san) in front of him. "You got a fish, too?" he asks.

The other guy (prince-like, attitude, MatsuJun) snorts and rolls his eyes, giving Sho a look.

Nino's a little jealous. It's the kind of look you give somebody that you know and know well. The kind of look that takes ten years of living in each other's pockets to perfect. It's silent communication and Nino doesn't have that because he doesn't have a partner for it. The closest he gets is Ikuta Toma.

Sakurai brings his attention back by coughing lightly into his fist. "Ninomiya-san," he says.

"It's just Nino," he corrects. He intercepts and interprets the look between Sakurai and Matsumoto this time. "It's not just him," he says, flicking a look down the rows to Ohno. "It's everybody."

"Ninomiya-san," Sakurai says again.

It makes Nino think of the day his dad moved out of the house to be with his girlfriend. He carefully blanks out everything in his heart so that he can listen.


Seven hours later, as he locks up the shop, he hears the soft, hesitant sound of Ohno clearing his throat. "I took them to the airport," he says.

Nino doesn't turn around. "They flew out just for the day? Man, you idol stars sure have money to burn."

"I'm sorry," Ohno says and Nino does turn then. Ohno's round face and dark skin and his sun-bleached hair are all there, along with the tense set of his shoulders and the unhappy frown that tugs at his mouth.

Nino pockets the shop keys. "Hey, it's not the first time I've had somebody show up and tell me to stop getting my homo all over their straight friend." It's not even the second or third, which Nino finds funny, in a really pathetic sort of way. (Though he's not sure he can really count the time with Ryo and Toda-chan because one, Erika was a girl and two, Ryo was gayer than Nino could ever hope to be.) "At least your guys brought scandal rags. I didn't have to go over to the combini to actually pay for them, I mean. That was nice."

"Really, Nino," says Ohno and because Nino can see him reaching out to catch his elbow, he turns and starts walking, heading home. "Nino," Ohno says again. "They didn't--it's not like they meant it like that."

Like that. Nino sometimes thinks of moving to America where it's at least bad manners to mean things 'like that'. "You've worked with gay guys before."

"Kaba-chan was work," Ohno mumbles defensively. "And the okama bars and the gay bars...they were work. Not like this. This is..."

He doesn't finish and he is silent as he trails along after Nino. Nino doesn't talk. Just clatters along one street, down another, past the dry cleaners and the noodle place and the cafe and around the park. Right up to his house, where he still lives with his mother and his sister. He can hear one of his sister's stupid movies drifting though the open window. "It's not like--" Nino starts.

"Sho-kun and Aiba-chan and Jun-kun, they're just worried about me. About Arashi. We've--"

"Not like we're dating or anything," Nino waves him off. "I know why they came. You guys have worked your asses off. It's not just you and me, it's them and everybody else. I get that. And it's not like we're anything. We just hang out. If you can't hang out, you can't. Whatever. It's a big island."

Which is a blatant lie but if Nino can live a block away from his father and never speak to him then he can sure as hell live half way across town from Ohno Satoshi and deal with it.

Even if he doesn't really want to.

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He lifts one hand. "See ya around, Oh-chan," he says.

And startles when Ohno grabs the back of his shirt. "I've wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you. Playing your game at the shop. I thought you were beautiful and I wanted to kiss you."

For a second Nino's mind swoops dizzingly. "That's not going to help us break up here," he says, staring at his front door.

"I thought you should know," Ohno tells him implacably. "You should know. My heart pounds and I want to see you all the time and I keep hoping you'll do something so that we can kiss. Every time we hang out, I feel it in my gut. That I'm with you and you're with me. We've been dating. We've been dating for months. That's what you should know."

Shit, Nino thought. "Well, I'm not going to kiss you goodbye or anything stupidly romantic. Let's face it, if we kiss we're going to want to keep doing it. So." He took a deep breath and let it out again, feeling the way his shoulders rose and fell. He turned around and grinned at Ohno. Stuck his hand out and heartily shook the one that Ohno automatically put into is. "Best of luck, Oh-chan. Thanks for all the hard work and all that other stuff."

He might have, he realized suddenly, underestimated Ohno Satoshi. So gentle and spaced-out and funny and sweet and a mama's boy and a ocean-loving fish-junkie...yeah, he might have missed a few things because none of that was in evidence on Ohno Satoshi's face. He was sharp and present, focused and it was a little overwhelming, that power and confidence. "We're not breaking up," Ohno told him. "I don't know what we're going to do but--" his phone rings, cutting him off.

Nino kind of loves whoever is on the other end.

"Ah, Jun-kun," Ohno says. He pauses. "Am I on speaker? Oh. Hi, Sho-kun, Aiba-chan." Another pause. It's a long one. Nino would go to his door but Ohno's got a vice-like grip on his hand. "Yeah, he's sensible like that," Ohno says.

Nino looks skyward. "Yeah, your Sakurai and I hit it off when I agreed that you were an idiot who didn't realize how bad this looked."

Ohno looks back at him. Still crackling with that dangerous energy. "Probably." And then. "No. And I have to go right now because he's trying to do the right thing." He hangs up and Nino stares at him a little. "They liked you," Ohno tells him.

"Great. We're breaking up."

"Nope."

"Look, if I say we're breaking up, then we're breaking up," Nino protested. "I--this is stupid. This is the stupidest thing I've ever said."

Ohno's edges seem to fade under his smile. "I have drama filming soon. Come see me in Tokyo."

"Hell no," Nino snaps. "I'm dumping you."

"Let's have dinner with your mom and Kazue," Ohno says.

Nino watches Ohno Satoshi walk past him and up to the door and inside and... "Damn it, Oh-chan." He stalks after him and slams the door shut.

Ohno pushes him against it and the next thing Nino knows is the there-and-gone touch of Ohno's lips against his own. His jaw drops and his knees turn to water and

"Kazunari?" his mom calls out.

Shit. "I brought my scandal home, Ma," Nino calls out.

Ohno laughs and Nino figures they can break up after dinner. Maybe publicly so that Ohno can't cheat this time.

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I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you after you stayed up to do this! I feel like a cheater T_T I tried so hard! BUT YOU! YOU AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL PERSON YOU!

I just.... Words are failing me. The simplicity of "No we're not" as Ohno's argument. He doesn't even try to rationalize it or combat Nino's attempts to appeal to any logical nature that might exist in Ohno's head. It's just "Nope!" and then KISSING and Ohno is a complete bastard and...GAH! This storyyyyyyyyyyy. My love for it exists on the most epic of levels.