Typhoon Years [Part 4]
Title: Typhoon Years
By: Fion Hung
Pairing: Ohno + Ninomiya
Beta: Jade Santos
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand~ cut! It’s a wrap! Otsukaresama deshita, minna!” the director shouted through the megaphone.
“Ahh~ Finally done for the day~” stretched Matsumoto.
“Ne, Riida! You don’t have anything else scheduled today, right? Let’s all go drinking!” Aiba urged, still burning off energy.
“Gomen. I have to get to the set by 11:30,” Satoshi replied as he shoved a notebook and what appears to be a script into his bag. He glared at the clock on the wall. 10:47. “Barely enough time…” Satoshi mumbled.
“Eh? For the new drama? I though you said that the shooting doesn’t start until next week.” Sho caught a glimpse of the cover page of the script and questioned.
“I asked my manager to find me some more work to fill up my schedule and he found me a butai that starts rehearsing next week but the time conflicts with the drama shoot so I have to finish my part of the filming this week,” Satoshi finished as he made his way to the double door.
“Chotto, chotto. Wait a sec,” Jun held up a hand to stop him, a curious look on his face,” I was sure you would use your free time to go fishing or something.”
“What are you talking about??” scoffed Satoshi, “Work is serious. Who has time to go fishing?!” he glanced at the clock again. 10:53. “Drat. Now I’m really going to be late. Jaa.” And he heads out the door, leaving the stunned three others standing like statues with mouths hanging slightly open.
Open eyed, they exchanged worried glances.
Down the hall, Satoshi ran full speed.
“I’ll show him,” he whispered to himself, “I can get by just as well. He’ll see how much I’ve grown.”
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Back in the studio, as they had nothing else scheduled for the evening, Sakurai, Aiba, and Matsumoto helped out with wrapping up the set.
Matsumoto whispered, “Ne. What was that about?” He threw an anxious glance around, and once certain that he is not within the hearing range of other people, he started again, “When did he become so… how do you say it… professional? I mean, I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing that he’s getting serious about work, but that’s just… not Riida…”
“I don’t know what the heck that was. Probably something with the brat,” Sakurai replied frustratedly, images of how he would punish and chastise Nino when he returns… if he returns… rising up in his mind, making him silent for an extra second. “Whatever it is,” he snapped back to reality, “I hope Riida would just snap out of it. Nothing good can come from this…”
A beeping sound came from behind the conversing two, and upon turning around, they discover that Aiba is furiously punching numbers into his cell phone. There was a silent pause as the man held the phone to his ear.
“The number you have dialed is currently not in service. Please leave a me—”
“DAMN IT!” shouted Aiba. With a thundering crash he slammed the phone onto the floor, shattering it into a million broken pieces. The staffs turned around at the outburst.
“Aiba-chan…” Sho began in a frightened, quiet voice. He had never seen the happy-go-lucky man act his way. Jun stared, stunned, in silence.
Aiba burst into tears. “He can’t do this to him! The little wretch!” The usual laughing eyes now flared with uncontrollable bloodlust. “Oh, I swear I am going to track him down and rip him apart limb by limb…”
Then, with a soft whimper, Aiba’s legs went limp and he dropped to the ground. “It’s not fair…” Tears streamed down his contour, which is scrunched tightly as if he were in excruciating pain.
Everyone, not quite sure how to respond, watched the desperate man as he pounded the floor, first with all his strength, then later weakly. As they watched, a uniform thought passed through their minds.
What could Ninomiya Kazunari, the love of Satoshi, the tsukkomi to the boke Aiba, the child of Arashi, be thinking to do such a hurtful thing?
If only he could see what he has done…
If only…
******** NOTE ********
Whoot! So, with college applications finished and nearly done with the literature project, I now have a teeny weeny bit of time every few days at school to write this and I managed to squeeze out this much in about 2 weeks. :)
So, to touch on a few things:
Firstly, I AM SO SORRY, NINO AND AIBA!!!! DX I know that Aiba would never say that about Nino and that Nino is definitely not a wretch. DX So sorry! It's solely for effects!!!
Secondly, a note: if you don't already know what tsukkomi and boke is, tsukkomi literally means "angry man," who, in comedy acts, chastises the boke, or "stupid man."
Enjoy~ :)
Comments are <3ed :)
Title: Typhoon Years
By: Fion Hung
Pairing: Ohno + Ninomiya
Beta: Jade Santos
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand~ cut! It’s a wrap! Otsukaresama deshita, minna!” the director shouted through the megaphone.
“Ahh~ Finally done for the day~” stretched Matsumoto.
“Ne, Riida! You don’t have anything else scheduled today, right? Let’s all go drinking!” Aiba urged, still burning off energy.
“Gomen. I have to get to the set by 11:30,” Satoshi replied as he shoved a notebook and what appears to be a script into his bag. He glared at the clock on the wall. 10:47. “Barely enough time…” Satoshi mumbled.
“Eh? For the new drama? I though you said that the shooting doesn’t start until next week.” Sho caught a glimpse of the cover page of the script and questioned.
“I asked my manager to find me some more work to fill up my schedule and he found me a butai that starts rehearsing next week but the time conflicts with the drama shoot so I have to finish my part of the filming this week,” Satoshi finished as he made his way to the double door.
“Chotto, chotto. Wait a sec,” Jun held up a hand to stop him, a curious look on his face,” I was sure you would use your free time to go fishing or something.”
“What are you talking about??” scoffed Satoshi, “Work is serious. Who has time to go fishing?!” he glanced at the clock again. 10:53. “Drat. Now I’m really going to be late. Jaa.” And he heads out the door, leaving the stunned three others standing like statues with mouths hanging slightly open.
Open eyed, they exchanged worried glances.
Down the hall, Satoshi ran full speed.
“I’ll show him,” he whispered to himself, “I can get by just as well. He’ll see how much I’ve grown.”
-------------------------------
Back in the studio, as they had nothing else scheduled for the evening, Sakurai, Aiba, and Matsumoto helped out with wrapping up the set.
Matsumoto whispered, “Ne. What was that about?” He threw an anxious glance around, and once certain that he is not within the hearing range of other people, he started again, “When did he become so… how do you say it… professional? I mean, I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing that he’s getting serious about work, but that’s just… not Riida…”
“I don’t know what the heck that was. Probably something with the brat,” Sakurai replied frustratedly, images of how he would punish and chastise Nino when he returns… if he returns… rising up in his mind, making him silent for an extra second. “Whatever it is,” he snapped back to reality, “I hope Riida would just snap out of it. Nothing good can come from this…”
A beeping sound came from behind the conversing two, and upon turning around, they discover that Aiba is furiously punching numbers into his cell phone. There was a silent pause as the man held the phone to his ear.
“The number you have dialed is currently not in service. Please leave a me—”
“DAMN IT!” shouted Aiba. With a thundering crash he slammed the phone onto the floor, shattering it into a million broken pieces. The staffs turned around at the outburst.
“Aiba-chan…” Sho began in a frightened, quiet voice. He had never seen the happy-go-lucky man act his way. Jun stared, stunned, in silence.
Aiba burst into tears. “He can’t do this to him! The little wretch!” The usual laughing eyes now flared with uncontrollable bloodlust. “Oh, I swear I am going to track him down and rip him apart limb by limb…”
Then, with a soft whimper, Aiba’s legs went limp and he dropped to the ground. “It’s not fair…” Tears streamed down his contour, which is scrunched tightly as if he were in excruciating pain.
Everyone, not quite sure how to respond, watched the desperate man as he pounded the floor, first with all his strength, then later weakly. As they watched, a uniform thought passed through their minds.
What could Ninomiya Kazunari, the love of Satoshi, the tsukkomi to the boke Aiba, the child of Arashi, be thinking to do such a hurtful thing?
If only he could see what he has done…
If only…
******** NOTE ********
Whoot! So, with college applications finished and nearly done with the literature project, I now have a teeny weeny bit of time every few days at school to write this and I managed to squeeze out this much in about 2 weeks. :)
So, to touch on a few things:
Firstly, I AM SO SORRY, NINO AND AIBA!!!! DX I know that Aiba would never say that about Nino and that Nino is definitely not a wretch. DX So sorry! It's solely for effects!!!
Secondly, a note: if you don't already know what tsukkomi and boke is, tsukkomi literally means "angry man," who, in comedy acts, chastises the boke, or "stupid man."
Enjoy~ :)
Comments are <3ed :)
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