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25 August 2011 @ 10:10 am
Second part of this one shot. Go read that first.


Fast forward a month, and we're standing outside a roller skating rink.

"I hate you."

He swung me hand in the air. "No you don't."

"You're right, I don't. But I do hate roller skating."

"What do you have against roller skating?" He asked.

"I already told you. It's gross and germy and infectious and deafening and-"

"I love roller skating!"

"You would. It involves speed and showing off, two things you love."

He grinned and held both of my hands, forcing me to face him.  "We are going to skate. You are going to have fun."

I sighed. "Yes, master."

"You should call me that more often," he scoffed. "It makes me feel superior."

I hit him. "You are superior, idiot. That's why I don't let you sleep at my house."

"One, I am not superior. You are clearly better than me. Two, I don't even know why. It's not like you're waiting for marriage or anything."

"That would have been half way sweet if you hadn't added in the sex reference. Besides, I have a strict 100 day rule, so you ain't gonna get this for two and half more months."

He laughed. "We were totally dating when we were thirteen. I'm not sure exactly how many days that is, but it's a lot more than one hundred."

He pulled open the door for me and I stepped in, gawking. "I would hit you, but the carpet is punishment enough."

Jun looked around at the filthy red carpet on the floor and partially covering the walls. "It's not that bad. Let's go rent the skates."

We paid to get in and exchanged our shoes for the beige skates.

"God, this is so unsanitary."

"Shut up and put them on."

"Do you know how many sweat glands are in your feet? I'm practically swimming in someone else's sweat."

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

"Over two hundred and fifty thousand. In each foot."

"Get over yourself." Jun tied off his laces and stood up. He swirled around to help me strap my second skate on.

"Fantastic," I said. "I'm not letting you touch me until we've both washed our hands."

I forced Jun into the bathroom as I went into the ladies room. I scrubbed me hands with the soap until I was sure that every square millimeter of skin was clean. I emerged carefully, being sure to not touch the walls or fall over in the process. Jun skated up to me, took one hand in his, and put his other arm around my waist. 

"You haven't fallen yet," he said, gently pulling me along. "I'm proud."

"Don't jynx it," I dead panned.

We slowly made our way to the cut out in the half wall where everyone skated in and out of the rink itself. He stepped down and helped me on to the polished wood. Carpet was easy to stay balanced on, this is a lot harder.

I wobbled along, Jun catching me every time my legs threatened to fly from beneath me. Slowly but surely, we managed to make a full loop without me falling flat on my face. I insisted we took a short break.

Jun scoffed. "You are a weenie. One round and you're already tired." 

"It's not that I'm tired," I said. "I just hate roller skating with a deep passion."

I refused to sit on the benches due to the incredible amount of child piss and leftover food that must have come in contact with it. Instead, Jun sat on the bench and I sat on his lap. I put an arm around his neck and watched the young skaters.

"Isn't this nice?" Jun asked, looking up at me with a smug grin. I kissed his nose.

"Yes. But because I'm sitting on you and we aren't roller skating."

He laughed. "I won't win this one, will I?"

"Fat chance. I will sink with this ship."

"You mean fall with these skates, right?"

I giggled. "Whatever."

After a few moments of sitting together, Jun started to get up, forcing me to stand as well. "I'm hungry. Food?"

I sighed in relief. "Yes. Let's leave."

"Who said anything about leaving?" He pointed out the food counter, full of soda and cotton candy and pretzels.

"Oh no," I said. "No no no. That is disgusting."

"Aw, come on. You haven't even tried their fried mango."

I looked at him in disgust. "FRIED mango? What?!"

"It's delicious. My treat?" He pouted and threw his puppy eyes at me.

I sighed in defeat. "Cut it out. I'll eat your damn mangoes."

He grinned and stole a victorious kiss. "I promise you won't be dissapointed."

"It would be hard to be, considering the fact that I don't have very high expectations in the first place."

We walk-skated to the counter and waited for the woman to return and take their order.

"Hello, how can I-" she stopped, looking up. "Oh my gosh. You're Matsumoto Jun! And you're Naka Minami!"

Both Jun and I bent over the counter and shushed her. "Please don't do that," I said.

"We don't want to get mobbed," Jun added.

She nodded. "What are you doing in this dump?"

"I don't know."

Jun elbowed me. "We are having a good time roller skating together."

"Says you."

The woman behind the counter laughed extremely loud at our banter, causing us to lean over and shush her again.  

"Two fried mangoes, please," Jun said quickly. She apologized and ran off to gather our order. Jun pulled out 300 yen and set it on the counter, taking the mangoes from the woman. "Have one."

I stared at the sugary yellow-brown mass on a stick. "Uh, no."

"C'mon!" He said, sticking it in my face. "You promised."

I grimaced and took it gingerly in my hand. It looked greasy and crispy and fattening and unsanitary. I bit off a bit and chewed. My eyes lit up. "Oishi!" 

Jun grinned. "That'll make you think twice about roller skating rinks." 

I filled my mouth with the gooey sugary mess. "I still hate skating," I said, or at least, the best I could with a jaw that was incapable of moving. "But this stuff makes it almost worth the noise."

"What about the germs?"

"Nothing will ever make the germs worth it."

25 August 2011 @ 10:08 am
Haaayyyy fanfiction.

Title: Fried Mangoes
Rating: PG...13? Lol, they're silly and cuss and stuff.
Characters: Matsumoto Jun, Naka Minami


hate roller skating rinks.

They are smelly and germy and retro and too loud and too gross and they have terrible taste in music.

So, naturally, Jun had to take me to one.

Jun is this dorky kid that I've known since we were in diapers. He has dyed black hair and brown eyes, a wide, toothy grin and some crazy singing and dancing talent. He was in the sixth grade play every year of primary school despite his age. When we were thirteen. he got accepted into Johnny's Entertainment without an audition, making him an elite member right off the bat. I remember when he told me, he sat me down and said it sadly. I got excited for him, but he just frowned and said that Johnny's boys aren't allowed to date.

I honestly did not understand why he was so sad until about a month later when my hormones caught up with his.

At age fifteen, he was sent to Hawaii to debut in a new group called Arashi, making him extremely busy. We still talked and emailed, but he started getting home schooled and we hardly ever saw each other. For a year, we managed to talk every day and see each other on the weekends.

Two summers after Arashi debuted, things went downhill.

My mother told me that my high metabolism and long legs would go to waste if I didn't start modeling. I figured that having some extra cash for college and things would be nice, so I got myself an agent. Modeling wasn't too hard, you just stand around and let someone play dress up with you. The part I wasn't expecting was the insane schedule, the fact that a photo shoot could end in two hours or seven, depending on the photographer and the other models. I started online courses, the high school I was attending didn't appreciate the unpredictable ways of the job I had acquired.

Since both of us were working long hours, the only time Jun and I were available to talk on the phone was late at night, when both of us were exhausted and should have been sleeping. We kept at it for a month or so, then agreed that we would speak again when things cooled down. Without realizing it, it had been nearly eleven years since we last talked, much less gotten together.

One day, while I was surfing the net on my day off, my manager called me.

"Naka-san, there is a modeling request being processed. I think you'll like it."

I rolled my eyes. The last time he said that, it was a 'Got Milk' ad. That white concoction was disgusting. I kept on scrolling through my Google images search of American hamburgers. "Is that so? I'm in the middle of something very important, you know."

There was a pause. "You're looking at food."

I sat up straight and looked around. "How did you know?"

Kashiku-sama laughed. "I know you, Minami-chan. Now about that modeling request..."

"Right, right," I said, going back to my Google search.

"It's with Arashi."

I froze. Arashi meant Jun. Modeling. With Jun. "Yeah, sure. I'll do that."

I could hear the smugness in Kashiku's voice. "Great. I'll send it through," he said.

I hung up and stared at me phone. After eleven years of no contact, we were going to meet again. I wondered if he had requested me, then realized that that was silly. He probably didn't even know I'd be coming. 

I've been admiring Jun from afar, trying to work up the nerve to call him again. Arashi was huge now, and they were everywhere. It seemed that every time I turned on the TV, some Arashi variety show or commercial or drama was playing. I watched VS Arashi every week and bought their two latest CDs. I haven't gone to a concert, but I do have all of Hana Yori Dango and both PIKANCHI movies on DVD. I wonder if Jun ever saw me in magazines and reminisced like I did. I wondered if he had seen my in one of my many commercials and smiled.

I noticed my phone in my hand. I opened it to the dozens of contacts I had collected over the years and scrolled down until "Jun-chan" was on the small screen. I doubted that it was the right number. Surely he had had to change phones since they were in high school. 

I clicked call and put it to my ear before I could change my mind. It rang twice, then the other end picked up.

"Matsumoto desu."

I gaped at my empty room.

"Moshi moshi? Matsumoto desu. Can you hear me?"

I shook my head violently to wake myself up. "Ah, gomen! It's been a while, ne?"

"...Sorry, who is this?"

"I can't believe you deleted my number, Jun-chan! After everything we've been through."

There was a long pause. "Mi-chan?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Hello, Mr. Idol. Still got time for me?"

Two weeks later, I was standing in a line with four other girls. Cameras were on us and we all wore matching black jogging suits, pant legs rolled up at the end. To our left, Arashi was talking about their last Mannequin 5 special.

"Well, this year," Nakajima-san said. "You boys  not only have to dress up yourselves, but also one of these lovely female models. The public will vote on their favorite couple and the one with the most votes wins."

The five nodded. I watched them all look over at us and caught Jun grinning at me.

"He knows something you don't," Erika, the girl next to me, whispered. I quietly agreed as Nakajima-san spoke.

"The one who got first place last year will be the first to choose their partner."

I nearly coughed, remembering last year's competition. Jun had won by a landslide with his winter get up.

"Matsumoto-kun, dozo."

Jun smiled at me. "Naka Minami, come here."

I tried to hide my glee as I joined him.

We hadn't gotten the chance to talk before the show started filming. I was nearly late and was put in a room separate from his to get makeup and the suit on. When I stood next to him, he pulled me into a hug. The first hug in eleven years.

"Ah, soudesu ne." Nino said. "You guys know each other.

We nodded.

"Mi-chan was my friend since before primary school all the way up until we were... sixteen? Seventeen?" Jun looked at me.

"Seventeen, I think. That's when I landed my modeling job."

"Right." Jun turned back to Nakajima-san. "Two to seventeen. We haven't seen each other since then, though."

There were assorted "Uwa"s and "Sugoi"s among the crew and members. I stood, smiling, acting pretty, until everyone had picked their partners and headed off into the mall.

When we got to the building, I realized how different variety shows were from modeling. In modeling, it's pose and shoot, pose and shoot, pose and shoot. You get breaks and you can slouch and eat food. In this case, we would be walking around for five hours with constant cameras. it would be impossible to be a constant model for five hours. 

So I let it all hang loose.

I stopped trying to be pretty for the camera. I slouched and leaned on walls and laughed at Jun being silly. If I'm going to get famous, it should be for being me, not being that "pretty girl Matsu-Jun knew as a kid."

We started on the third floor, trying to get away from the other members. Jun had grabbed my hand and pulled me to the escalator, taking the moving steps two at a time.

"Wait up," I said. "It's five in the morning, dammit."

He laughed. "this is exciting! You're gorgeous, by the way. I wasn't expecting that."

There was a moment where my heart stopped. I snorted to cover up my flattery. "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not."

"It's a compliment, promise." He smiled and pulled me to a store with racks of sun dresses and swimsuits. "This years theme is 'a stroll down the beach'. See anything you like.

I shifted through a few bikinis. "Do I get to keep it afterwards?"

"If we use it in the final outfit, yes."

I found a dress with orange cinching around the chest and polka dots down the navy blue skirt. "I like this."

Jun took it and held it up to me. "You'd look good in it, you've got nice legs."

I laughed. "How can you even tell? I'm wearing a baggy sweat suit!"

He winked. "I looked you up yesterday."

I felt my face get hot. A lot of the shoots I did were, well, skimpy. I can't control that, but that's the way it works out. It's not weird when people you don't know see it in a magazine, but this guy that I used to be best friends with deliberately went out to find photos of me. I was a bit embarrassed.

"Aw, don't blush. You look good in close to no clothes."

I hit him firmly on the back of his head. "I do have some dignity, you know."

He grinned. "That's the Minami I remember. C'mon." He told the clerk that we were taking the dress and led me to another store, hand holding mine.

Throughout the day, Jun held my hand and kissed me cheek and wrapped his arms around my waist playfully. He would help me try on jackets and shoes and even asked if I needed help while trying on a pair of shorts. I wondered how Johnny-san would react to all the flirting Jun was doing. Surely he watched Himitsu no Arashichan, and surely he still doesn't allow dating. I thought Jun was being reckless and asking to be kicked out of Johnny's, and I told him so, but he didn't seem to mind.

"We haven't seen each other in ages, Mi-chan. Let me have some fun."

"Making out in private is fun, risking your job isn't."

Jun raised an eyebrow and got closer than he already was. "Is that an invitation?"

I slapped him across the face and was thankful that the camera men with us had all found something else ultimately more interesting to video tape. "You are asking to lose your job, Jun! You can do what you want in your own time, but we are filming a TV show! Please, at least try to keep it PG."

He looked at me in what seemed to be surprise, but soon changed to regret. "You're right. I'm sorry." He turned away slightly, allowing me to exhale in relief. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed one of my hands and, before I could stop him, swooped down to kiss me. 

On the lips.

With cameras everywhere.

I should slap him again, I thought. I should step on his toes. I should punch him in the gut.

My body wasn't listening to my obviously correct brain. Me other hand went to the back of his neck and our mouths moved together.

It felt so damn good.

Not just because kissing is wonderful, but because it was with Jun. That dorky short-sighted kid that I had played with when I was little. The one who taught me how to tango. The one I showed how to jump rope. The one I learned my times tables with. It was the same guy, no matter how old or famous he got. Still cocky, still goofy, still Jun.

When we pulled away from each other, his arms stayed at my waist and my hand lingered on his jaw. 

"Well, crap," he said. "That probably wasn't PG, was it?"

I chuckled. "You're lucky you're a good kisser."


Eeeeeew what the hell is this.
I'm so sorry.
Too large for one post so second half is here.

22 August 2011 @ 07:58 pm
Short Oneshot of what happens when famous people search themselves on Google.

Title: Surfing
Rating: PG, YO
Characters: Ninomiya Kazunari
Funny story, this is the first Arashi fanfic I wrote. LE GASP.


Nino was surfing the web, bored out of his mind. He had already beaten his new version of Pokemon - three times. He tried to write a song, but he just didn't feel inspired. He had played every song he knew on the piano or guitar. He desperately wanted to call someone to hang out, but Ohno, Aiba, and Jun were busy shooting dramas, and Sho was "On the Scene" with News Zero - which was on the tv in the other room.

Nino absently googled "Arashi," willing to do almost anything to occupy himself. Nothing entirely interesting came up, only some fan blogs and a couple performance videos. 

Deciding that brain-dead Google searches were better than brain-dead nothingness, he typed his own name into the search box. He clicked a link that had "Ohmiya" in the title, hoping to find a fancam of Ohno and himself doing something ridiculous in their red and blue costumes. At least it would make him laugh. What he found, however, confused him.

"You must be 18 or older to view this material."

Nino's head cocked to one side. He scrolled up and noticed that it was a site made for fanfiction.

He squeezed his eyes shut and blindly closed the browser.

Nino decided to go play Pokemon again.