Title: Shout Out Towards Tomorrow (Intro)
Characters: Jun, Nino, Ohno, Sho, Aiba
Rating: G
Warning(s): This is so not real XD
Note:.
Yah so the title’s like this now. It’s just like “Asu ni Mukatte Hoero” by Arashi. (Get lyrics here.) I dunno. I thought it fitted XD We’ll see. But I don’t think it’s tentative anymore.
My first time doing AU! It takes place in HS years. I hope to get it good. I mean, I hope I can pull it off how I want to. :] I will be working on it over break and I swear I thought I wouldn’t have this out until after break… but hehe. Here it is!! Please enjoy. I liked writing it! *Goes off to figure out how to do first chapter*
Chapter One! CLICK!

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He stared at the empty bed across from his. Every Saturday, the other boy with the lanky figure went to his family for the weekend. It was because their school was weird. A two-day weekend instead of just Sunday off. When the boy left, the other felt an indescribable loneliness. He hated being alone. His room mate kept him happy. Always chipper, bouncy. One could describe him as ‘bubbly’.

            Satoshi Ohno slid off his bead, nearly tripping on the overturned trash can and balled up pieces of paper that were strewn across his side of the room, and walked over to Masaki’s bed. He groaned and fell into the mass of stuffed animals, the groan turning into a tired laugh along the way. “I hate weekends,” he muttered before falling asleep for the rest of the morning.

 ~*~

“Irashaimasen!” Masaki Aiba yelled as the bell on the restaurant’s door jingled. He turned away from the sink, smiling brightly at the customer. Every weekend he came to help out with his family’s restaurant. He took the 7:00am train every Saturday 30 minutes to his home and the 8:00pm 30 minutes back to his school every Sunday. He enjoyed the traveling between school and his family, because he enjoyed being at both places.

            He took the customer’s order and relayed it to his father, in the kitchen. “Please take a seat and your order will be ready momentarily.” He bowed and turned back to washing dishes at the sink. From the kitchen he could hear voices going back and forth at each other. This had been happening more and more frequently. A little brightness disappeared from his face and for once he thought, ‘I can’t wait to go back to school.’

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“Yosh,” Jun Matsumoto said, giving his hair one last ruffle before grabbing his bag and bolting down the steps. “Ittekimasu!” he yelled.

            “Ah! Itterashai, Jun-chan!” His mom called. “Have a good day!”

            “Hai!” Jun replied and ran out of the house, trekking up the hill to his school as fast as he could. He looked at his watch under the sleeve of his school uniform. “Damn,” he said. He had missed Kazunari again. It was Jun’s second week of school and so far Kazunari was the only person he felt comfortable around. Towards everyone else, he knew he looked like a delinquent. And even though Kazunari treated him like he was an annoying pest who was lower than him (looking past the thought that they were both in the same grade), Jun liked the guy. He was happy that they weren’t in the same class, though. And even though Kazunari seemed up tight, he played good music. Jun spotted the other boy trudging up the hill and yelled to him to wait.

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“Ninomiya-san!” a boy called, running up the hill. “Ninomiya-san, matte!” Kazunari Ninomiya sighed and stopped, shifting his bag to the other hand and flipping it over his shoulder. This boy, Jun, was always following him. From randomly showing up while he was playing piano in the club room to walking to and from school with him. He had to admit that the boy had style, even if they were required uniforms. He wore a couple rings on one hand, a pendant around his neck, his blazer unbuttoned all the way through, and his hair in a cut that was like an overgrown bowl-cut. But he somehow managed to pull it all off and be remarkably good looking.

            “Ohayo, Ninomiya-san!” he said. Kazunari grimaced and continued walking, thinking about his own momma’s boy getup.

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The ball bounced up and down on his knee. The half smile grew as 10 bounces turned to 15 then 20. “Sho Sakurai!” The ball fell from his knee at the sharp screech. “You know better than using that ball in the house! Get back to your studies!” Sho sighed. He pushed the ball under his bed with his foot and sat at the table that held his papers. His house was an old-fashioned one. His mother did not believe that her children should have desks, go to school with other kids, or have their own electronics to mess around with.

            He groaned and rolled onto his back on the floor, dropping his arm over his eyes and clenching his jaw. He didn’t mind the studying. It was his parents and the house that he minded. He felt like he was being suffocated. They hardly even let him out of the house to the field to play soccer.

            “Goddamn this house!” he said under his breath. He pulled himself up and reluctantly got back to his studies.