Ai-baka

First,

 

ARASHI!!

Concert!! (highlight to read, I guess)

NEW BEST ALBUM with 32 songs!!!!

 

 

In more somber news,a FORMER Johnny's, Yuta Enomoto, is arrested. O_O

 

 

After some banter back and forth with Kytana... b/c my facebook profile pic makes me look like bella, she mentioned having Aiba that "sparkles" <3 And that inspired the both of us to write a fic with Aiba that sparkles! ^_^ So here's mine, and I can't WAIT to read Kytana's! <3 Much love, girl! This one is dedicated to you. And to Aiba that Sparkles. <33

 

TWILIGHT FAIL
Starring Arashi (Minus Sho, until the very end)

Scene 1

(Aiba enters room where Nino is sitting, not paying attention to him)
Aiba: Nino.
Nino: (mildly annoyed, not looking up) What?
Aiba: I'm sparkling.
Nino: (looks up, sees Aiba sparkling, and jumps up) Holy --! What happened to you, Aiba?
Aiba: (looking at his arms as they sparkle) I dunno, I woke up and I was sparkling in the sun.
Nino: (starts pacing around) Oh my God. I know what this is. (runs fingers through hair) This is terrible, this is - AIBA! What do you think you're DOING??
(Aiba is running around outside in the sun, yelling, "Weeee!")
(Nino tackles Aiba down, and drags him back inside the house)
Nino: THIS IS NO TIME TO PANIC!
Aiba: (reasonably) Then why are you panicking?
Nino: Pfft. I'm not. I'm merely trying to save you from your own stupidity.
(Nino sits Aiba down, sits accross from him, and look him in the eyes)
Nino: Do you know what this means?
Aiba: Err... now I'll match our con outfits? (grins)
(Nino smacks him on the forehead)
Aiba: Ow (rubs spot on forhead)
Nino: Don't be obtuse. It means... (cue horror music) This is a really bad Twilight fic.

[Enter title Credit: the word "Twilight" is crossed out and next to it is writing "Sparkly Aiba"]

Scene 2

(Nino walks up to Jun)
Nino: (darkly) We have a problem?
Jun: (looks up from doing nails) Eh? Don't tell me your nail polish ran out again.
Nino: (hisses) I TOLD you never to mention that again! It was only that one time.
Jun: (smirks) Sure.
Nino: Actually, the problem is...
(Half-naked Aiba appears in the background, running around in the sun, shouting, "I SPARKLE!")
Nino: (darkly) THAT.
Jun: (drops nail polish) Oh... my.
[enter Ohno]
Ohno: What's up, guys?
Jun: (runs hand through his hair) Nothing. Only the fact that Aiba is turned into the victim of a really bad Twilight-slash fic.
Ohno: (bites into apple) Really? Do you think he might wanna come fishing with me?
(Jun and Nino stare at Ohno, dumbfoundly)
Ohno: What?
Jun: Your tan...
Ohno: (eyerolls) Yes, I know I'm tanned-
Nino: (grabs Ohno's right wrist) No, LOOK!
(Ohno's arms, up to his elbows, are pale white)
(Nino and Jun look up at each other in horror)
Ohno: (holds out apple with both hands, and laughs) Hey, look guys! This reminds me of a book cover I saw at Borders-
(Jun snatches Ohno's wrist this time) Oh, God. we've got to get some help this time.
Nino: (nods) Yes, this is desperate. Only one person can save us now.
Jun: (eyes narrow) The author.

Scene 3

(Liz, in her room, in front of the computer, typing.
There is a knock at the door.
Liz jumps up out of her seat, leaves the computer, and opens it.
There, standing by the door is a furious, and glowering Nino and Jun. Behind them is a bemused Ohno, and Aiba, who looks like he wants to run around in the sun,
is actually wearing black clothes - long sleeved, with a hoodie, hat, sunglasses, sunscreen, long black pants, and black doc martins. Obviousy he was made to wear these
by Jun and Nino)
Liz: (neverously) He...llo?
(Nino and Jun push their way into the house)
Jun: What are you doing here?
Liz: (mildly annoyed) I was gonna ask you guys the same question. You're ARASHI. What are YOU guys doing here?
(Nino shoves Aiba in front of Liz, who bumps into her, and they nearly topple over)
Nino: HE'S the reason we're here.
(Aiba gives a sheepish smile)
(Nino takes off Aiba's hoodie, and they all gasp as they see the glitter on his body)
Liz: Oh... my.
Jun: We figured out YOU are the fic author.
Nino: Yeah! So DO something about this.
Liz: This isn't MY fault.
Nino: Um, yes. It is.
Liz: (stares at Aiba carefully) Just wondering, what were you doing last night?
Aiba: (surpised by the question) Oh! Hum... (thinks about it) I was working on a birthday card to the Age-jo girls.
(Aiba's eyes widen in revelation)
Aiba: Ahh!!! That's right! I was putting the glitter on the cards before I fell asleep. I think I fell asleep into a pile of glitter on the table.
Liz: (looks smugly at Nino) Mm-hm..
Nino: (narrow's his eyes) Well, that still doesn't explain OHNO'S pale, white arms.
Liz: (pulls a confused-looking Ohno forward by the arm) It rubs off, see? (rubs white powdery stuff off)
(Nino and Jun look at each other, amazed)
(Ohno looks from one boy to the other)
Ohno: I was gonna tell you guys, before you dragged me on an Airplane and brought me to the U.S., that I was baking a cake.
Jun: Pfft! Who bakes a cake up to their elbows in flour?
Ohno: (sheepish) I heard certain tackle-fish like cake for bait.
(Jun and Nino are dumbfounded).
Liz: (loops her arm through Aiba's) Shall we go and have some dinner?

THE END

Sho: what about me? I wasn't in this movie!!
Liz: (pats him) It's okay, Sho. Next time.
(shot of Sho with golden eye-contacts)
Sho: Aww, man. And I was gonna tell everyone I was a vampire. (sniffles)

THE [REAL] END

These are based on the bases from sharlmiya here.

Please credit if taking. ^_^ Much appreciated. :)

Over breakfast, I was asking my dad if he wanted some garchisa for his pancakes. He looked at me all weird, and said no.

Then my mom asked me, "what do you mean, garchisa?"

I said, "Cinnomon."

They laughed and said. "That's darchi."

Apparently garchisa means mustard. =\ *hides under the table*

They SOUND alike, okay? So now when I wonder if Aiba's faking it when he mixes up words, at least I know now that it's possible.

Also, my auntie was shocked to find out that I speak Japanese. :P (okay, so maybe I speak only the basics, but still. She doesn't know that. :P lol)

Also, something I made quite a while ago and didn't post yet:

OMG, I just found out that on Channel 18.2 (on digital TV, if you've finally gotten your converter box), they are showing Ryusei no Kizuna!  This is if you're living in the Southern California area. :)

http://utbhollywood.com/en/drama/ryuseinokizuna/story/1/index.php

It's gonna be on Fridays, from 9 to 10 pm, on channel 18.2, they'll be showing one episode per week. This week they'll be showing Episode 2!!!

Apparently they ate Turkish food!!! Although I'm not Turkish (I'm Armenian, of course), we share similar cultural foods because of the close proximity of the countries. Well, they ate Yogurt Soup, which my mom makes sometimes (it's SOOO good), and Fried Eggplant with Stewed Tomatoes and Yogurt, which is ALSO extremely yummy. Why Arashi and the guest would turn their noses up at something like that I don't know (well, they didn't turn up their noses, exactly. They tasted it, but after hesitation, and some explaination, and didn't even say "umai" lol). Then again, I guess it's something new to them (just like I don't like sushi, because it's something I'm not used to) so maybe they thought it weird tasting. :) I don't mind, though.  Leader at least kept eating the soup! ;)

But I can't believe Baby's lips touched Yogurt Soup!! This fact makes me feel closer to them!

It's amazing! It's incredible! It's Aiba-tastic!

 

 

This is Michelle's fanfic, as promised, and LONG over due!! I'm so sorry! I just hope I can make it worth the long wait. :)

Chapter 1

 

Mitsuki was walking down the street during her lunch break from working at the library in Tokyo. It was a long day, kind of slow. Mitsuki smiled as she thought – during the afternoon, when the children were out of school, some liked to come by. Mitsuki loved reading to them stories that made the children gasp, giggle, and wonder.

 

Suddenly, her eyes were arrested at the sight of a man walking down the street, and she gasped. Coincidentally, the man raised his eyes and met her gaze, both of them feeling a jot of electric shock and recognition. 

 

“Satsosh-kun,” she said, barely aware that she’d said the name aloud.

 

“Mitsuki-chan,” he raised a corner of his mouth up in a half-smile – one that was filled with happiness, yet bitter self-depreciation. “I forgot you’re now working at the Tokyo Library.”

 

“Yes,” she breathed again, recovering from the shock as he approached her. “And you?”

 

Satoshi Ohno scratched the back of his head ruefully, “Still working with Arashi. You know: the same as always.” He suddenly stopped, and his eyes grew tender as he gazed at her. “I guess I should say almost always.”

 

Much to her surprise, Ohno took both of her hands in hers, and whispered gently, “Things haven’t been the same without you, Mitsuki.”

 

Mitsuki, robbed of breath, tried to control her heart rate as it sped up a notch. She turned her head away and looked down, willing herself not to be entranced by the beautiful man’s kind words and soft eyes. “You know why we broke up.”

 

“Still doesn’t mean I don’t think of you every waking second,” he took a step closer to her. “I miss you,” he whispered.

 

“Mitsuki-chan!” a voice called out from the distance, making Mitsuki jerk her hands away, out of Ohno’s. She looked up to see one of her coworkers calling her name.

 

“I-I,” she stuttered. “Have to go.” She turned and hastily walked away before giving him a chance to reply.

 

Before she got more than a few yards away, he called out to her. “Mitsuki!” She stilled her footsteps and willed herself to turn around.

 

He looked broken hearted, but determined as he called out, “Can I still call you?”

 

Unable to repress a smile, Mitsuki decided to play it cool, “You can,” she replied, and joy lighted Ohno’s face, until she added, “But I’ll only pick up when I’m ready to forgive you.”

 

He looked a little sad, but then smiled with a determined grin. “Hai, then I’ll make sure you do forgive me.”

 

We’ll see about that, she thought, but the determination in his eyes made her heart speed up regardless. Ignoring her traitor of a heart, she hurried to meet her coworker for lunch.

 

“Who was that cute guy you were talking to?” asked Kara-chan as they ate sushi.

 

“My ex,” she admitted, too unwilling to say more.

 

She was in for a surprise when she got back to work and saw a bouquet of beautiful, multicolored flowers waiting for her at the front desk. Mr. Takamoto, an elderly librarian had worked there since before Mitsuki was born, said, “They were delivered fifteen minutes ago by a good-looking young man.”

 

“Thanks, ji-chan,” Mitsuki said affectionately, and looked for a note, her heart drumming in anticipation, have afraid to see if her guess was wrong– or worse, right.

 

The note said, “I’m infinitely sorry for what I did. If you’ve forgiven me after all, please come to the Atsu-Nami club tonight at 9. I’ll be waiting for you. Love, O”

 

“Well?” her friend Kara peeked over her shoulder, reading the lines. “Are you going to go?”

 

Mitsuki thought about it. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to forgive him.”

 

“Aw, come on, Mitsuki-chan!” Kara nudged. “I saw the way you looked at him today… and the sparkle in you eyes when you saw the bouquet. Obviously you’re still in love with this guy – or at least a part of you has forgiven him. Come on!! What could go wrong?”

 

Mitsuki thought about it, “Well…”

 

“Besides!” Kara interrupted. “If you change you mind, you can walk out any time you like and go home.”

 

“Well,” Mitsuki said after thinking it through. “When you put it like that, yeah, sure!”

 

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Mitsuki hadn’t been clubbing in a long time. Although she liked to go dancing, it kind of sucked when there was no one to really go clubbing with. Her friends were more homebodies. It was only with Satoshi that she really went dancing – him and… well, her other ex. Jun.

 

But she hadn’t talked to Jun – just like she hadn’t talked to Ohno until today when they saw each other – since they had broken up.

 

She had dressed her best, with a sexy red-halter top and black, flaring jeans. Her hair and make up done, Mitsuki had to admit, she cleaned up well.

 

Lots of young people had lined up to get in the club, their IDs out so that the man at the door could check their age.

 

She entered the dimly-lit club; the music was pounding, throbbing in the air, which was not yet heavy with smoke yet but would be.

 

Glancing at her watch, she saw that she was five minutes early when a low voice called out her name. Startled, she turned around shocked to see not Ohno but Jun standing there, stunned as she was to see him.

 

            He was there with two of his friends, both who looked between Jun and Mitsuki before saying they were going to get drinks. They disappeared without waiting for Jun’s answer.

 

            “What are you doing here?” he asked, his dark eyes clouding over to an unreadable expression.

 

            “Same thing as you, I imagine,” she held her head up high. “Clubbing. Do you have a problem with that?”

 

            He scowled and said, “That’s not what I meant. I mean, you don’t usually go clubbing – not unless-”

 

            “I can do whatever I want now,” she retorted. “I don’t have to ask you for permission for anything, do I? It’s not like you’re my boyfriend anymore, or any-” she gasped as Jun grabbed for her upper arm.

 

            “I said I was sorry,” he brought her face close to his as he glowered.

 

            “No you didn’t,” she exclaimed, flinching. “You never did – until now.”

 

            “Well I am,” he released her in stunned surprise. “I always was.”

 

            “You have a funny way of showing it,” she threw back, rubbing her arm.

 

            “It’s only because Ohno was there and-”

 

            “I was where?” A sober voice came from behind them. They whirled around to see Ohno standing there, a little sad, and seeming upset – but trying not to show it. “What are you doing here, Jun?” he snapped, grabbing Mitsuki by the hand.

 

            “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” Jun glared.

 

            “Well, you do now, since you’re talking to my date and all,” Ohno took a fierce step in Jun’s direction.

 

            “She’s not yours,” Jun took a step forward at him too, until they were toe to toe. “Not by half! And never will be.”

 

            “You selfish bastard!” Ohno shoved first, and then the fists came flying. Mitsuki gasped, and so did the rest of the club-goers until security was forced to separate the two fighting men, threatening to throw them out of if they did it again.

 

            Since the men couldn’t keep from fighting at each other, security was then forced to throw them both out after all.

 

            Mitsuki, watching this whole thing in horrified silence, stomped right up to them. “You see!” She cried, as the crowd stared. “This is why I broke up with you – both of you! You guys, I’m sick of you fighting over me like little kids fighting over a toy. Well I’m not a toy,” she trembled, hugging herself. “And until you guys mature up, I’m not talking to either of you.”

 

            “Mitsuki-” they both called out, but she turned away, heedless of their voices, and stormed off into the night.

 

           

Jun was the first to call. She didn’t want to pick up, but figured he owed her an apology for ruining her night – along with Ohno – and if he was going to apologize fine. It would be a nice change.

 

            And he did, “I’m so sorry,” he said humbly. “I dunno, it’s just that, every time I imagine him with you I…”

 

            “You what?” Mitsuki retorted. “Lose your temper? Come on, Jun! I know you can be more cool and calm than that.”

 

            “Not where you’re concerned,” Jun admitted lowly. “It’s just that, I never felt this way about any girl. I admit it, I was jealous. I still am.”

 

            “Look, I can’t take this,” she said. “Both of you guys! I mean, can’t you just accept my choices, Jun? And the same goes for Ohno.”

 

            “Not when your choice isn’t me,” he said, shocking Mitsuki. “I can’t sit back and do nothing. I… I love you, Mitsuki. Even now, after you’ve broken up with me. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”

 

            “I… I have to think about this,” Mitsuki said, confused.

 

“Fine. But I’ll be waiting for your answer, don’t’ forget.” And they hung up.

 

            Ohno called next. “Mitsuki… I’m so sorry.”

 

            “For ruining my night or starting a fight with Jun?”

 

            “Both,” he said. “After all, if I hadn’t fought Jun, your night wouldn’t have been ruined.”

 

            “You’re right about that,” Mitsuki replied, unwilling to be too kind.

 

            “Look, is there a way to make it up to you? How about we go out clubbing again, like we planned? No fights this time, I promise!”

 

            Mitsuki laughed, “That sounds tempting.”

 

            Ohno said in a low voice, “I truly am sorry, Mitsuki. I never would do anything deliberately to hurt you.”

 

            “I know,” Mitsuki replied. “Apology accepted.”

 

            Ohno sighed of relief. “So, we on for next weekend?”

 

            Mitsuki smiled, “Okay, next weekend.”

 

            They hung up. She was willing to give Ohno a second chance – but was that fair to Jun that simply because Ohno came back that she was picking Ohno over Jun? She thought this over. Did she still care about Jun? Had she really forgiven both? She sighed and went to bed with these conflicting feelings, hoping some sleep by clear things up.   

Yesterday when I went to my geology teacher's officer hours, he complimented me in front of another teacher. >.< I really like that class, and I really enjoy having this teacher, the fact that he did that made me so happy!

He said, "She sits in front of the class, pays attention, asks questions when she doesn't understand. She never has her phone on in class. And she's getting a 100% in the class and has the second highest grade."

Other teacher replied with, "Can we clone you?"

Me: >.<

Other teacher: "Apparently they let out the secret to education to only two or three people."

Unfortunately I had to ruin the moment by later pointing out to my teacher he put the wrong answer in the test. :P

But then again, I'm such a "smartie pants" he should have known it was coming. ;)

I bought an Aiba clear-file from the AAA08 series.it was $12.75. Gah. But oh well, it's so SHINY!!!