http://nino-mod.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
nino-mod.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ninoexchange2011-06-20 07:25 am
nino-mod.livejournal.com) wrote in ninoexchange2011-06-20 07:25 am
Entry tags:
fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jadeswallow
For: jadeswallow
From:gimmick_game
Title: The Scenery I'm Seeing
Pairing/Focus: None, but slight hints of Nino/Everyone
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff and complete lack of dialogue?
Summary: Fukuoka, January 16th, 2011.
Notes: Forjadeswallow! I probably looked over your prompt fifty times before finally coming up with this. The Dome concert helped, for sure. I know this isn't AU, but I hope it fulfills your want of gen fic/friendship correctly, with a side of introspective!Nino. Special thanks to I for her help with this.
The hotel room is warm, almost stiflingly hot as the aircon rattles gently beside him. Nino doesn't mind, though. It's better than being cold, and he's almost always too cold.
Tokyo had been brisk when they left three days ago. Cold enough for Nino to pull out an extra blanket for his bed at night and to make sure his socks were completely dry before wearing. Fukuoka though, was cold.
The day before, their second to last concert of the tour, it had snowed. Nino had watched the little white flakes dance around in the air, propelled by the bitter wind blowing in off of the water. Despite their hotel being right beside the Dome, the walk to rehearsal had been almost brutal, even with bubble jackets and gloves.
Nino knows it's colder today, still. Earlier, waking up in Jun's room after a night of conbini beer and reminiscing together, they'd all watched from the window facing the Dome, seeing the line of people waiting out in the cold for goods. It still shocked them to see how people would do things like this, just for them.
Eleven years later, Nino still can't quite believe it.
Aiba takes his hand, excitedly, and squeezes it. His grin is bright and Nino knows he can't wait to be on stage again tonight. His hair is sticking up at all angles and Nino can hear Jun complain mildly that Aiba will hog their stylist because of it.
He hears Ohno shuffle from the bathroom, his bare feet making soft whispers on the carpet as he moves. He's still in his pajamas, a half a size too big and slightly falling off of him. Even at 30, he still looks like a young boy when half asleep like this.
The smell of Sho's coffee reaches Nino's nose from the small table in the middle of the room. The rattle of the paper is familiar, if something he hasn't heard in months, very busy months that kept him on his own and away from this.
Away from all of this.
Nino's hand tightens in Aiba's and he bites his lip. From behind he can hear the shuffle of blankets. Ohno must be wrapping up in one, he thinks. He feels the warmth of Ohno pressed against his back and the man's chin on his shoulder. He's a bit more padded than normal, confirming Nino's thoughts on the matter, and he leans back.
Jun is there a moment later, a steaming cup of coffee prepared with creamer only - just the way Nino likes it - in his hand. Nino takes it with a smile and sips slowly, wincing when he burns his tongue. He makes a face at Jun and Jun simply responds by clicking his tongue in reproach.
Nino smiles.
---
It's the screams that get Nino's blood pumping. The chants of "A-ra-shi, A-ra-shi!" over and over in a packed dome send the adrenaline on overdrive. He can hear the music starting, the countdown to the concert and his hands are shaking. It's the last one, the last one of the tour and they've got to make it count.
Jun's set designs are fantastic, and Nino marvels at them from the back one more time. Kokuritsu had been spectacular with the waterfall, but Nino thinks he likes this set the best. The light behind them in the dark Dome as the stairway lowers slowly, smoke billowing out and obscuring their figures to simple shadows.
The first strains of Ohno's voice nearly take his breath away.
This is it.
---
It's almost like coming home, concerts like these. It's really the closest thing Nino's ever had to a true home, when he thinks about it. His apartment is a place to sleep, a place to unwind and keep his things, but it's never felt like home. Not even his mother's house, attached to the warehouse and where he'd spent the first twenty years of his life feels like home the same way standing on stage with Arashi does.
Nino's afraid; afraid that if he blinks, if he doesn't hold on tight enough, it'll disappear. So he gives it everything he has, everything he is. To Nino, Arashi is everything. Arashi is home.
They know the concert is being filmed, unsure if it will be released or not and it gives Nino a bit of freedom. He touches, plays, stays close and renews the bonds with the four best friends he's ever had in his life. He sees it in Sho, too, the way the older man prances about and throws up his bunny ears. Sho sees far too much of the serious side of life, and it makes Nino happy to see the Sho he's known for so long come out to play, even if the moments are fewer and farther between these days.
They poke fun at Jun's new hair, though Nino thinks its amazing. As dashing as Jun looks with the longer hair, swept back and perfectly coiffed, this hair reminds him of a younger Jun. Jun when he was still just an insecure teenager who came to Nino for everything, including his crush on Sho and his fears of fading into obscurity before they'd even made a name for themselves. He can see a change in Jun, too, and he likes it. Jun's more confident now, more sure and the smiles he gives are more genuine than Nino's seen in years.
Aiba's on a high; full of life and energy as they vault around the Dome chasing each other and then walking with arms wrapped around each other. Kokuritsu had been as close to hell as it could get, while still being amazing at the same time. The toll had been hardest on Aiba, leaving him exhausted and with almost no voice. Now though, Aiba's voice rings in his monitor from across the Dome and Nino smiles brightly.
Ohno is quiet, but that's nothing really new. His smiles are sweet and he throws peace signs and fishes the audience every chance he can get. During the MC, Jun calls him out on how pale he truly is, something they'd only noticed recently due to lack of contact outside of basic filming. It's a surprise to Nino, for sure, but he laughs it off. When things settle down, when they do he can make time. He has to make time, because he can't keep missing things like this. During the Kaibutsu-kun gag, he gives Ohno every silent cue he knows, telling him with looks everything he never gets to say with words. Ohno responds in kind and Nino knows if those gigantic ears weren't on, the tips of Ohno's ears would be pink. They have another night here before they go back to Tokyo and Nino thinks his room will go unused yet again.
---
Fukuoka is still cold, but to Nino there couldn't be a warmer place for him than right here, right now.
jadeswallowFrom:
gimmick_gameTitle: The Scenery I'm Seeing
Pairing/Focus: None, but slight hints of Nino/Everyone
Rating: PG
Warnings: Fluff and complete lack of dialogue?
Summary: Fukuoka, January 16th, 2011.
Notes: For
jadeswallow! I probably looked over your prompt fifty times before finally coming up with this. The Dome concert helped, for sure. I know this isn't AU, but I hope it fulfills your want of gen fic/friendship correctly, with a side of introspective!Nino. Special thanks to I for her help with this. The hotel room is warm, almost stiflingly hot as the aircon rattles gently beside him. Nino doesn't mind, though. It's better than being cold, and he's almost always too cold.
Tokyo had been brisk when they left three days ago. Cold enough for Nino to pull out an extra blanket for his bed at night and to make sure his socks were completely dry before wearing. Fukuoka though, was cold.
The day before, their second to last concert of the tour, it had snowed. Nino had watched the little white flakes dance around in the air, propelled by the bitter wind blowing in off of the water. Despite their hotel being right beside the Dome, the walk to rehearsal had been almost brutal, even with bubble jackets and gloves.
Nino knows it's colder today, still. Earlier, waking up in Jun's room after a night of conbini beer and reminiscing together, they'd all watched from the window facing the Dome, seeing the line of people waiting out in the cold for goods. It still shocked them to see how people would do things like this, just for them.
Eleven years later, Nino still can't quite believe it.
Aiba takes his hand, excitedly, and squeezes it. His grin is bright and Nino knows he can't wait to be on stage again tonight. His hair is sticking up at all angles and Nino can hear Jun complain mildly that Aiba will hog their stylist because of it.
He hears Ohno shuffle from the bathroom, his bare feet making soft whispers on the carpet as he moves. He's still in his pajamas, a half a size too big and slightly falling off of him. Even at 30, he still looks like a young boy when half asleep like this.
The smell of Sho's coffee reaches Nino's nose from the small table in the middle of the room. The rattle of the paper is familiar, if something he hasn't heard in months, very busy months that kept him on his own and away from this.
Away from all of this.
Nino's hand tightens in Aiba's and he bites his lip. From behind he can hear the shuffle of blankets. Ohno must be wrapping up in one, he thinks. He feels the warmth of Ohno pressed against his back and the man's chin on his shoulder. He's a bit more padded than normal, confirming Nino's thoughts on the matter, and he leans back.
Jun is there a moment later, a steaming cup of coffee prepared with creamer only - just the way Nino likes it - in his hand. Nino takes it with a smile and sips slowly, wincing when he burns his tongue. He makes a face at Jun and Jun simply responds by clicking his tongue in reproach.
Nino smiles.
---
It's the screams that get Nino's blood pumping. The chants of "A-ra-shi, A-ra-shi!" over and over in a packed dome send the adrenaline on overdrive. He can hear the music starting, the countdown to the concert and his hands are shaking. It's the last one, the last one of the tour and they've got to make it count.
Jun's set designs are fantastic, and Nino marvels at them from the back one more time. Kokuritsu had been spectacular with the waterfall, but Nino thinks he likes this set the best. The light behind them in the dark Dome as the stairway lowers slowly, smoke billowing out and obscuring their figures to simple shadows.
The first strains of Ohno's voice nearly take his breath away.
This is it.
---
It's almost like coming home, concerts like these. It's really the closest thing Nino's ever had to a true home, when he thinks about it. His apartment is a place to sleep, a place to unwind and keep his things, but it's never felt like home. Not even his mother's house, attached to the warehouse and where he'd spent the first twenty years of his life feels like home the same way standing on stage with Arashi does.
Nino's afraid; afraid that if he blinks, if he doesn't hold on tight enough, it'll disappear. So he gives it everything he has, everything he is. To Nino, Arashi is everything. Arashi is home.
They know the concert is being filmed, unsure if it will be released or not and it gives Nino a bit of freedom. He touches, plays, stays close and renews the bonds with the four best friends he's ever had in his life. He sees it in Sho, too, the way the older man prances about and throws up his bunny ears. Sho sees far too much of the serious side of life, and it makes Nino happy to see the Sho he's known for so long come out to play, even if the moments are fewer and farther between these days.
They poke fun at Jun's new hair, though Nino thinks its amazing. As dashing as Jun looks with the longer hair, swept back and perfectly coiffed, this hair reminds him of a younger Jun. Jun when he was still just an insecure teenager who came to Nino for everything, including his crush on Sho and his fears of fading into obscurity before they'd even made a name for themselves. He can see a change in Jun, too, and he likes it. Jun's more confident now, more sure and the smiles he gives are more genuine than Nino's seen in years.
Aiba's on a high; full of life and energy as they vault around the Dome chasing each other and then walking with arms wrapped around each other. Kokuritsu had been as close to hell as it could get, while still being amazing at the same time. The toll had been hardest on Aiba, leaving him exhausted and with almost no voice. Now though, Aiba's voice rings in his monitor from across the Dome and Nino smiles brightly.
Ohno is quiet, but that's nothing really new. His smiles are sweet and he throws peace signs and fishes the audience every chance he can get. During the MC, Jun calls him out on how pale he truly is, something they'd only noticed recently due to lack of contact outside of basic filming. It's a surprise to Nino, for sure, but he laughs it off. When things settle down, when they do he can make time. He has to make time, because he can't keep missing things like this. During the Kaibutsu-kun gag, he gives Ohno every silent cue he knows, telling him with looks everything he never gets to say with words. Ohno responds in kind and Nino knows if those gigantic ears weren't on, the tips of Ohno's ears would be pink. They have another night here before they go back to Tokyo and Nino thinks his room will go unused yet again.
---
Fukuoka is still cold, but to Nino there couldn't be a warmer place for him than right here, right now.