Typhoon Years [Part 5]
Title: Typhoon Years
By: Fion Hung
Pairing: Ohno + Ninomiya
“Yes… yes… I understand. Thank you very much. I look forward to working with you.” Nino hung up the phone and scribbled something down on the notepad on the night stand. He stood up and began to pace the room, subconsciously rubbing his lower lip as he immersed himself in deep thought.
“It needs to be spacious… It’s got to be 100% private, too… but…” He halted suddenly in the middle of the room. Eyes widening, he snapped around and ran to the coffee table with a spread-out map. Pressing his face close to the piece of paper, scrutinizing, he traced his fingers over each dot and line, searching for the destination he had in mind, and finally landed on the little green patch.
“Bingo,” a corner of his mouth raised ever so slightly in victory, and with one more powerful tap on that same spot, Nino grabbed his cell phone and made his way out of the hotel suite, dialing an unfamiliar number. Dial tone.
“Hey. I think I’ve found the perfect place…” And the door closes behind him.
The map of the United States lay on the table under the soft, yellow light, spread-out, still, and there it was, the place Nino had pointed out. Plumas National Forest, California, it was labeled.
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“Nino! Nino!” The called-to man looked up from his DS to see his beloved captain running toward him, wide-eyed, grinning, with an energy very much like that of Aiba’s. “Mite! Mite!” he yelled gleefully as he held up a picture.
“What’s this?” Nino asked gently as he took the paper that Satoshi handed to him. “Storm Resort?” he read the title aloud in a questioning tone.
“Uh huh,” Satoshi began to explain enthusiastically. “Ano ne, the five of us rarely hang out all together to have fun since all of our interests are different, right? Dakara,” Satoshi pointed to the picture, “I thought that it out be great if we could build a resort that has equipments for everything we like to do. That way, we could all have fun together at the same place while doing what we like!” He seemed very proud and excited for having come up with the idea.
“Ii ne!” Nino exclaimed approvingly as he scrutinized the blue print.
Tiny, realistic caricatures depicted each of Arashi’s members doing their favorite activities: mini Sho was on the soccer field; mini Aiba played with the animals at the petting zoo; mini Jun was in a spa, with round circles that represented cucumber slices over the eyes; mini Satoshi fished in the pond; and, lastly, Nino was going crazy over the games in the arcade. Other facilities are also shown, including a pool, a tennis court, a small-scale carnival-like amusement park, and the list goes on and on. Nino couldn’t help but smile.
"Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could really build something like this?” Satoshi dropped into the couch next to Nino, snuggling in and making himself comfortable next to the younger man. “Demo… muri dana…?” He sighed and put his head on Nino’s shoulder.
Satoshi may not be able to see this from his current vista, but Nino turned to face the top of his head.
"Sou ka…" a smile crept over his face.
This was nearly three years ago, and Nino had been saving up ever since.
******** NOTE ********
The big mystery is solved!!! :O
So, like, I have to admit. I had a writer's block. D: The opening line for this part I wrote right after the Part 4. After that I didn't know what to write anymore ):
Also, I learned something about myself while writing this part/chapter: I'm more suited for writing scripts. >< For some parts, I really didn't know how to put my thoughts into words; it would've been better if the characters acted those parts out... But then again, there are parts where words convey the idea better than actions, too.
Argh! This is really a lot harder than I thought!!! DX
Enjoy~ :)
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Side Note: I wrote this almost a month ago. I've just been putting off posting it. ^^;; Gomen to those who waited. m(_ _)m
Title: Typhoon Years
By: Fion Hung
Pairing: Ohno + Ninomiya
“Yes… yes… I understand. Thank you very much. I look forward to working with you.” Nino hung up the phone and scribbled something down on the notepad on the night stand. He stood up and began to pace the room, subconsciously rubbing his lower lip as he immersed himself in deep thought.
“It needs to be spacious… It’s got to be 100% private, too… but…” He halted suddenly in the middle of the room. Eyes widening, he snapped around and ran to the coffee table with a spread-out map. Pressing his face close to the piece of paper, scrutinizing, he traced his fingers over each dot and line, searching for the destination he had in mind, and finally landed on the little green patch.
“Bingo,” a corner of his mouth raised ever so slightly in victory, and with one more powerful tap on that same spot, Nino grabbed his cell phone and made his way out of the hotel suite, dialing an unfamiliar number. Dial tone.
“Hey. I think I’ve found the perfect place…” And the door closes behind him.
The map of the United States lay on the table under the soft, yellow light, spread-out, still, and there it was, the place Nino had pointed out. Plumas National Forest, California, it was labeled.
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“Nino! Nino!” The called-to man looked up from his DS to see his beloved captain running toward him, wide-eyed, grinning, with an energy very much like that of Aiba’s. “Mite! Mite!” he yelled gleefully as he held up a picture.
“What’s this?” Nino asked gently as he took the paper that Satoshi handed to him. “Storm Resort?” he read the title aloud in a questioning tone.
“Uh huh,” Satoshi began to explain enthusiastically. “Ano ne, the five of us rarely hang out all together to have fun since all of our interests are different, right? Dakara,” Satoshi pointed to the picture, “I thought that it out be great if we could build a resort that has equipments for everything we like to do. That way, we could all have fun together at the same place while doing what we like!” He seemed very proud and excited for having come up with the idea.
“Ii ne!” Nino exclaimed approvingly as he scrutinized the blue print.
Tiny, realistic caricatures depicted each of Arashi’s members doing their favorite activities: mini Sho was on the soccer field; mini Aiba played with the animals at the petting zoo; mini Jun was in a spa, with round circles that represented cucumber slices over the eyes; mini Satoshi fished in the pond; and, lastly, Nino was going crazy over the games in the arcade. Other facilities are also shown, including a pool, a tennis court, a small-scale carnival-like amusement park, and the list goes on and on. Nino couldn’t help but smile.
"Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could really build something like this?” Satoshi dropped into the couch next to Nino, snuggling in and making himself comfortable next to the younger man. “Demo… muri dana…?” He sighed and put his head on Nino’s shoulder.
Satoshi may not be able to see this from his current vista, but Nino turned to face the top of his head.
"Sou ka…" a smile crept over his face.
This was nearly three years ago, and Nino had been saving up ever since.
******** NOTE ********
The big mystery is solved!!! :O
So, like, I have to admit. I had a writer's block. D: The opening line for this part I wrote right after the Part 4. After that I didn't know what to write anymore ):
Also, I learned something about myself while writing this part/chapter: I'm more suited for writing scripts. >< For some parts, I really didn't know how to put my thoughts into words; it would've been better if the characters acted those parts out... But then again, there are parts where words convey the idea better than actions, too.
Argh! This is really a lot harder than I thought!!! DX
Enjoy~ :)
Comments are
Side Note: I wrote this almost a month ago. I've just been putting off posting it. ^^;; Gomen to those who waited. m(_ _)m
Fion you're a good writer, please make sure that you will do something with this talent. Could you please finish the story when time permits. Dying for closure!
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