Drabbles(5) One

Title(s): Jun Hates Fat; Arashi’s Magician; Naturalism; Mind Games; Aibaisms
Paring(s): Sakumoto; NinoxCards; Ohmiya; Sakuraiba; AibaxOC
Rating(s): PG13; PG; PG; PG; PG
Warning(s): None :3… crack?
Note:.
Wheee I’ve written them! Haha weird title for the post, I know, but whateverrr. Please enjoy. And I wonder if you can find out what I got some of these from. :3

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Jun hates fat (Sakumoto; PG13)-

Jun never understood what was so great about boobs, and he had been through quite some experiences with them. What were they but squishy fat on someone’s chest? Woman flaunted them or hid them. Some even got bigger ones. He never understood the point. It was just like having more fat on the body.

            He had seen them too, whether he wanted to or not, expected it or not. They were all different. Most felt different, too. Some harder than others. Some bigger than others. Maybe it really depended on the person they were attached to.

            But what he didn’t understand the most was how they turned a man on. He had tried to get turned on. He had squeezed them, rubbed them, kissed, licked, bit them but they were still just blobs of fat to him. Sure, the women enjoyed the touch, but he didn’t understand how any man could. And if men got off on boobs, wouldn’t they get off from squeezing fat? It was just the same and it disgusted him whether he liked to admit it or not.

            For now, he would stick to running his hands down Sho’s hot, hard chest in wonder. He would feel the contours of the muscle and the heartbeat of another person. Nothing, much less fat, would get in his way.

 

Arashi’s Magician (Nino; PG)-

Nino walked into the room, fumbling with the cards in his pocket yet confident nonetheless. He smirked. Poor Matsujun. He was now with Ryo at the restaurant unless they had already left. At least he had gotten out of paying for the meal.

            “Welcome!” shouted the man Nino presumed had called him. “Won’t you come over here for us?”

            “Hai!” Nino replied, thinking out the trick he would do. He sat in the designated seat and pulled out his cards, shuffling the deck. He wasn’t paying attention to the people around him. He would get this trick correct and impress them. Maybe the job would change from unpaid to paid.

            “So you’re the one who can do magic from Arashi?” someone asked. Nino nodded and smiled, tapping his deck of cards on the table to set them straight.

            “Pick…” he started to order the person, but stopped when he noticed the little beady eyes looking back at him. He raised an eyebrow; the person was holding up a spoon.

            “Can you bend this spoon?” the asked excitedly.

            Nino’s lips twitched in irritation. “I’m not that kind of magician,” he said, tucking the deck of cards back in his pocket. “I think that’s a psychic or something.”

            Sorry Nino, it’s telekinesis.

 

Naturalism (Ohmiya; PG)-

Ohno was just sitting on his couch next to Nino, trying to remember the guest’s name when his name was mentioned in the other’s conversation, by Nino. “That may be so. The true natural type is- From just now until now, Riida’s fly has been open. It surprised me.”

            Eh? Ohno looked down. “It’s for real!” He smirked as he zipped it up, ignoring Sho’s “Natural, huh?”

            “You, too. Where were you looking?” Ohno asked, Naughty boy.

            Nino put his fingers to his lips, Sh-ing Ohno, smiling. “Sorry,” he pouted. “Just that you shouldn’t say- Just that one thing you shouldn’t say on TV,” he said, tripping over his words.

            Ohno had to pursue though. He was curious, TV or no TV. “Since when have you been looking at it?” He sat, eyes intent on Nino’s face. Or his chubby finger pressed to his lips.

            “Just that one thing you shouldn’t have said on TV!” Nino shouted. Ohno took his cue to smile and wave at the camera with Nino.

            But even with the whole set laughing, he was still curious. H would have to confront the sneaky one after the filming was over.

            Apparently, the guest’s type is one who leaves his fly open… Ohno concluded, glancing at Nino. And yours too, huh? He smirked.

 

Mind Games (Sakuraiba; PG)-

Sho stared at the yellow dot in the middle of the swirling black and white circle, wondering what was going to happen. He hoped that it wouldn’t be one of those stupid internet jokes where something scary randomly popped up. He hated those. But after a few seconds, the picture changed to a Buddha. Everyone on the set looked on in amazement. The Buddha seemed to be coming towards them or growing larger.

            This one went on for a few times. Sho listened intently as the voice told them what was happening. He needed to know why; it was so confusing.

            Of course, Aiba had to ask if a different picture could be of use. Apparently, it could. Everyone stared at the yellow dot again, readying themselves for what would come next.

            And there was Aiba. “Uwa!” Aiba yelped, seeing himself grow larger on the screen in front of them. Sho chuckled. He wouldn’t mind Aiba coming up on him like that. But he would need a reason to do so. They watched the dot again, and again Aiba approached.

            Or maybe Aiba didn’t need a reason to approach him. Sho stared at the swirling black and white this time instead of the yellow dot. If only the Aiba next to him would stop obsessing about his picture on that screen. Didn’t he look in a mirror?

 

Aibaisms (AibaxOC; PG)-

The girl snuggled up to Aiba on the couch. He wrapped his arm around her and grabbed at something. “OI!” the girl squeaked, turning around to eye him.

            Aiba’s eyes bulged and he blushed. “OH MY GOD HOLY CRAP!” He yelled. “I seriously thought it was your shoulder!! I meant to comfort you-” he stopped short, fighting off a giggle attack. She whapped his head, blushing fiercely. “Gomenasai!” He said, laughing. She hit him again. “Gomenasai, gomenasai!!”

 

            Aiba snuggled into the girl and sighed. “Ahh,” he sighed, content with his position. “You’re like a human pillow.” He smiled warmly up at her but she just frowned.

            “Are you calling me fat, Masaki?” She asked, her voice threateningly low.

            “Ehh??” Aiba was confused. “You’re one really skinny person, hun. Why would I call you fat?”

            “You called me a human pillow; doesn’t that mean I’m squishy?” She pouted at him.

            “No,” he said, beaming up at her. “You’re just comfy and easy to fall asleep on.” She whapped him on the head and then beat him into the couch.