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25 November 2011 @ 02:32 am
daddy works a long day, he's coming home late, he's coming home late  
omfg so frustrated with a lot of school stuff right now so i decided to push all that away for a while and write stuff, WHY NOT, I'M ALREADY SCREWED

Remember this ficlet I wrote randomly where Nino and Aiba are gods and Sho's a desperate farmer in way over his head? No? That's okay, because I don't think anyone read it haha. Regardless, I personally thought the idea was very clever, so I randomly wrote another ficlet for it. Like the last one, I made it up as I went along, so it's not as if I have a plot or anything in mind. But omg guys this universe is fun; I might keep on going with it, maybe maybe.

ps if you're gonna read this one, you should read that first link too to know the situation, because it's kind of a continuation



"So can you help me?" Sho asked, hands on his knees, fisted with tension. His head was bowed low, spine bent in deference, so he couldn't see Nino's expression bearing down on him from his full height, which was -- well, not that high up, since Nino wasn't very tall.

The seconds stretched. Sho felt a bead of sweat make an agonizingly itchy trial down the back of his neck and it took every ounce of willpower he had not to wipe it away. Sho kept his focus on the pair of small feet standing in front of him. The feet, adorned in a pair of leather flip-flops in a design that Sho had never seen before and wasn't particularly practical, didn't move.

"Geez Nino," Aiba burst out, from somewhere on Sho's left. "Stop staring at Sho-chan like you're going to eat him! Are you going to help him or not!"

Sho's head whipped up just in time to see Nino's gaze dart away, eyes narrowing at Aiba.

"You be quiet!" Nino snapped, folding his arms. "I'm making a very hard decision here, which requires thinking. Thinking is something regular people do to solve problems."

"I know what thinking is!" Aiba said.

Nino ignored him. His glittering dark eyes shifted back to Sho, assessing, considering. "And this just happens to be one of the most interesting problem I've had in a while."

"Here, here, see," Aiba put a finger to each of his temples. "I'm thinking that you're an ass."

"And I'm thinking that you better shut up if you want me to seriously help your deadbeat friend here," Nino shot back, although his attention didn't waver from Sho.

Sho, still sitting on his knees, swallowed as he looked up at the trickster god.

"Sho-chan's not a deadbeat," Aiba said. "It just seems like it because his farm is drier than a fossilized raisin."

"Oi," Sho muttered half-heartedly, although he couldn't argue against the statement. It was true, after all. Sho's farm was practically done for, ravaged mercilessly by the country-wide drought. The only reason he'd survived as long as he had was because he'd been working his arms to the bone hauling up buckets of water from his wells every hour, every day. But now, even those had been sucked empty by the terrible weather. The land was dying, and if Sho couldn't find a solution, he was fast going to end up with the same fate.

"Tell me something," Nino said, jolting Sho out of his morbid thoughts. "Why don't you pack up and leave, like all the other farmers have? There's still lots of water in the south. You could start again -- even if the farm wouldn't be as large as what you've got here, it'd at least be a farm. All you have now is however many kilometres of dirt-coloured rock. Just looking at it, you can see how much of a lost cause this place is. Why do you even think it can be saved?"

"I don't," Sho said slowly, staring at his fists. They were tanned -- dark from the sun and raw from the endless days of work. Bruises, faded and new, adorned his fingers. Calloused, blistered, soil permanently marking his nails, they were proof that Sho lived off this land. Sho's entire life stemmed from the efforts he'd put into it.

"It's not that I think that this place can be saved," he explained. "You're right, it's a very bad situation right now, and it's extremely unlikely it could recover; even if it started raining tomorrow, it might take years for the land to fully return to the way it was before. But -- this is my land, and my father's land, and my grandfather's land. My ancestors planted the trees that grew the wood for my house. They carved our family name on the old boulders that edge the mountains. I wanted to raise my children here. Because this is Sakurai land, so I can't abandon it. Leaving won't change anything. If it dies, then it's as good as me dying too. I can't give up until I've tried every possible thing I can to save this place. It's the only honourable thing to do."

He took a breath.

Aiba sniffed quietly.

"Hm," Nino said. "Good answer."

For the second time, Sho's head whipped up. Hope burst in his chest -- a feeling that was so long forgotten that it felt foreign, unreal. "So you'll help me?"

Nino didn't nod, but he didn't shake his head either. "You're smart, farmer, I can tell," he murmured instead, almost as if talking to himself. He squatted down abruptly, balancing on the tips of his feet, and looked Sho dead in the eye. "Humans have so many flaws, you know?" At Sho's frown, he hastily added, "Not saying that gods are little miss perfects either -- I mean, look at Aiba over there--"

"Me!" Aiba squawked. "Look at you!"

"--but humans are flawed in stupid ways," Nino finished, overriding him. "You're weak, the vast lot of you. I know. I might look like this, but I'm older than the dirt your house is built on. I'm older than the trees your ancestors planted. I'm older than your precious boulder monuments. I've seen hundreds of thousands of humans be born, grow, and die, so easily. Most of you are no better than the shit that Aiba's birds poop out."

Sho was about to protest, but Nino suddenly leaned in, so quickly that Sho barely had time to dart back a few inches, nearly tipping onto his butt. Nino's face was solemn as he continued to speak; and his eyes seemed to glow as he stared at Sho, pulsing with an energy that was nearly tangible. "But you're a little different, aren't you, farmer?" he said, voice soft. "I can see it, as plain as the nose on your face. You've got a strong character. That means a lot, to both man and god. It means you're interesting."

Sho flushed. "Um, well. Thank you. So -- but -- what are you saying, exactly?"

"I'm saying I've been bored for a long time, human," Nino said, standing back up. "I'm saying that I know how desperate you are to save this land, and I'm telling you that I might be able to grant your wish."

The corner of Nino's mouth curled into a smirk. Sho felt his heart skip a beat as he looked up at him.

"So, Sakurai Sho," Nino said, a feeling both heavy and teasing lacing his every word, "you're a smart one. Think carefully: do you want to make a deal with the trickster god?"

And he offered his hand to Sho.
 
 
 
The Glitter Kittenaeslis on November 25th, 2011 09:51 am (UTC)
Auguughhhh why is it so easy for you. XD Or at least seems so easy for you. Of course I want more of this, who wouldn't want more of this? Nino is a trickster god, that is so fabulous. And genius.

Good luck Sho, you are going to need it. XD
little miss prim and proper: nino: leave me to my sorrow you foolprimroseshows on November 26th, 2011 08:38 am (UTC)
Oh man the ideas are never the problem for me, it's the motivation to get it all down properly! In this case I'm pretty much throwing quality, plot, sense, maybe some characterization, and care out the window, just to have some fun with just the ideas again, you know? T___T I miss writing AUs!!!!! Is it bad that I've already started thinking of a plot for this... when the chances of me finishing it are practically nil? D:
The Glitter Kittenaeslis on November 26th, 2011 08:51 am (UTC)
Hahaha, that's what I've been trying to do, but I sit there and stare at the computer and go, "How do I get this out of my head?!" I can't seem to think in any understandable order unless I really consciously plan things out. You, on the other hand, have nearly perfect progression. I SWEAR. But when I read things like this, it makes me want to write. :D

Um, you think I'm going to tell you it's bad? If we keep getting snippets it's not bad at all! Just do what Circe does and post little fragments as they come to you. It works!
little miss prim and proper: aiba: duuuuuuurrprimroseshows on November 27th, 2011 05:05 am (UTC)
Maybe your plots are too complex, then! If there is too much to get out, right? Pacing is a tricky thing, I agree (and thanks for the compliment haha); to be honest I don't know how you usually order your fics but I sort of "cheat" by: a) writing out of order, and/or b) by using a numbering/lettering/titling system or something? B is not necessary of course, but I very very often write out of order because I'll write the "cool" parts first and then fill in the rest, hahaha. BUT THEN I get into bad situations where when I go back to "fill in" the beginning, the plot ends up going in a totally different direction from the cool part I wrote before... soooo, uh...

WELL all this to say that I'm not trying to give advice or anything because everyone writes differently but if you have any part of your fic that practically writes itself, you could start from there and see what happens?

UGH GOOD POINT, some posts are better than no posts, but I really really dislike posting unfinished fic. I get really paranoid that somewhere down the line I'm going to figure out this plot point that totally screws up something from before and if I've already posted the previous chapters, then I can't go back to fix it! Horrible. How do people post WIPs as they go along without having every following chapter meticulously detailed out? It blows my mind. Should I just... try it though... UGH IDK I'M SCARED D:
The Glitter Kittenaeslis on November 27th, 2011 05:18 am (UTC)
Hahahaha you do me the credit of thinking I have a complex plot. XD Mostly in my head all I have are moments. It's not that there's too much for me to get out, it's that there's nothing but a few stray images, so I end up being super descriptive of what my mental eye is seeing but there's little emotion/purpose/drive. That stuff should be the sprinkling, the extra that's thrown in to flesh it out, but I end up making that the fic itself, so it... goes nowhere. Le sigh.

It's been a long time since any part of my fic has written itself! One day, maybe, that'll happen again. :D

I don't know, it's why I don't do it. If I have something super long and plotted that I'm going to write I have to start at the beginning and write through to the end, or it gets disjointed and weird and I can't fill in the blanks. But if it's just separate moments out of some alternate universe, I think I could write random scenes? Maybe? I dunno?

It might make you feel better though! Doesn't it? The feeling of getting something done and just getting it out there?
little miss prim and proper: ohno/nino/aiba: rainbows so brightprimroseshows on November 27th, 2011 05:28 am (UTC)
HMM STROKES MOUSTACHE. I know what you mean but I think I'm the opposite actually ;___; I don't have very detailed "mental images" and I have to actively think about that stuff as I'm writing. It's so weird! I'm a very visual person but I don't think I plan fics in "pictures"? More like... patterns of events? Man I don't know how to explain this. But I'm sorry about your block! If I could magically transplant some plots worthy of your writing into your head I definitely would!!!

Yeah, posting feels great, to be honest! I miss it a lot. But also another part of me feels guilty posting random fics when I have so many other fics I owe, so I don't want to post anything really big until I have those finished first. Which may take me a while OTL
The Glitter Kittenaeslis on November 27th, 2011 05:46 am (UTC)
I... hunh. Like, I do have a progression of events, but within a scene where, like, "Becky kisses Aiba," for example, I got nothin' more than Becky's supposed to kiss Aiba. Once it gets into the nitty gritty of how that happens, I'm a lost little shrimp. What's Aiba thinking? I don't know! What do they talk about? Clueless!

Actually here's something really weird: I often see things as a silent movie. I can envision gestures and motion really well. I end up leaning too heavily on smiles, eyes, and hands because of that. Everything else is like pulling teeth. But I guess that's why writing takes practice? Yeah?

I KNOW EXACTLY HOW YOU FEEL. Oh, man, all of my fundraiser fics still need to be done. Six of them! Six! But I've been in such a writing slump that I asked for prompts and now I have a million things I want to write and actually have been writing, sort of, in bits, but I'd feel super guilty posting any of it. Well, none of it's done anyway.

Guhh.
little miss prim and properprimroseshows on November 27th, 2011 05:59 am (UTC)
Oh, I see, I see. I think that's definitely a hard part of writing -- especially in fic, where you have characterizations that are not determined by you. But you don't have to force yourself to fill in your characters thoughts!! D: If you know the gestures and motions -- doesn't that already speak a lot for how people are thinking? I actually think that getting emotion through without writing out the thought stream is a MUCH higher level of writing (that I'm capable of). Yes but you're right, maybe it is just an issue of practise. I'm still working on a lot of stuff myself too... sometimes I read YA novels and I'm just like, "Pffft I could write better than this," but then I pick up a seriously well-reviewed book and I'm like, "OH MY GOD I AM TERRIBLE I HAVE BEEN USING WORDS LIKE A CHILD FINGER PAINTS!" I need to like... expand my vocabulary or something.......

jaflafjakd;f we're awfulllll T____T i want to encourage you and tell you YOU CAN DO IT but lol i'd be a total hypocrite
yuui1010yuui1010 on November 25th, 2011 11:14 am (UTC)
I should focus on my thesis now, but I cant help reading it XP
This is really interesting, and a fun read. You should continue this universe. It has many possibilities XD
little miss prim and proper: aiba; no waiiii!!primroseshows on November 26th, 2011 08:39 am (UTC)
I really really really want to! I totally agree that there are so many possibilities in an AU like this, it makes me starry-eyed just thinking about it!! *__* Wow, but good luck on your thesis!!
it's like talking to soupwaxrose on November 25th, 2011 01:18 pm (UTC)
OH MY GOODNESS WHERE DID THIS COME FROM HOW DID I MISS FIC FROM YOU. D: D: D:

BACKTRACKING, BRB WITH THOUGHTS.
it's like talking to soupwaxrose on November 25th, 2011 01:20 pm (UTC)
FORGET THE COHERENCE. I LOVE THIS AND I NEED MOAR.

*snugs* Don't let the evil academia kill you, bb! ♥♥♥
little miss prim and proper: arashi: rain dancing for our own stormprimroseshows on November 26th, 2011 08:44 am (UTC)
omg bb :((((( school is so hard, why is it so hard! why can't i just sit at home and read/write fic all day!! these days i'm so overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time -- like, i'm overburdened with work but it's not anything new so i just tell myself to stop whining about it and get the job done but i think all this endless working is really messing up my motivation even though logically it shouldn't because the more work i do, the more data i have for my thesis, but uuuughhhhghhhhh these days it just feels like i'm LOOKING for an excuse to break down crying because i don't want to cry over school-related stress but i also don't want to screw myself over until i have a nervous breakdown or something!! fjafl;sjffjas SORRY BB for just -- ranting out of the blue at you; it's almost 4AM and I have to be back at school in like 4 hours so I totally lack any semblance of sanity right now ffffff

I LOVE YOU A HELL OF A LOT, HAVE I TOLD YOU THIS ENOUGH? NEVER ENOUGH. T0T
it's like talking to soup: abusive lovewaxrose on November 28th, 2011 02:46 pm (UTC)
*huuuuuuugggggs*

1) You are brilliant, and you can do this.

2) You're almost there, and one day you will look back at every chance you could have given up and feel so proud of yourself.

Call me, e-mail me anytime. You're going through a hellishly difficult program, and hanging on is tough. You can do it, you really can. And when you can, make sure to blow off work for a bit and have some fun. that will give you the energy to work harder!

This is for you:

It's raining hard for the third day in a row, and Jun is itchy with the need for air that doesn't feel wet against his skin, for summer heat that isn't steamy and muggy. Mosquitoes nip at bare patches of skin when he leaves his apartment, in the morning and his outdoor photoshoot that afternoon is a disaster.

By the time he arrives home, his legs are dotted with raised red bumps and he can feel a constant prickle. It takes all his effort not to scratch as he rides up the elevator to his apartment, trying to remember if he still has that tube of cooling cream he bought last July.

Aiba is lounging on his couch when Jun walks in, and his eyes light up, limbs tangling up with excitement as he bounds up from his lazy sprawl.
"Welcome home!"

"I'm home," Jun says, gently. He's trying not to sigh internally. God knows that he loves Aiba, he loves that Aiba must have gotten dropped off directly after his work for the day finished just so they could spend the evening together. But he's so tired and itchy and grumpy right now that it barely matters.

Aiba is more perceptive than most people give him credit for, though. Either that, or he can read Jun like the script for a very predictable drama, and so he visibly backs off. His smile is tentative. "Can I run you a bath?" No inane comments, like oh, you're scratching a lot, or your legs are all bumpy.

"I'll do it myself." Jun drops his bags near the doorway. "Just relax. I won't be long."

Aiba hovers, biting his lip. "I can go grab dinner, if you want?" he offers.

"I'll cook."

"What can I do for you?" There's almost an edge of desperation to Aiba's voice and Jun pauses, one hand on the bathroom door frame.

"You don't have to do anything for me." He watches Aiba fidget, and he can't help but feel annoyed. He makes an effort to soften his voice. "Just give me ten, okay? It's – it's been a long day."

"Sure," Aiba says, sinking back down onto the couch. He looks more resigned than forlorn. They're both a little unsteady around each other, Jun thinks, which is kind of crazy, considering they've known each other half their lives.
it's like talking to soupwaxrose on November 28th, 2011 02:50 pm (UTC)
But Aiba in his space, sharing this space – that's new. And it's a little uncomfortable to be honest. Yeah, living alone could be lonely at time, but usually Jun treasured the silence, the white blank of thought where he could escape all images and expectations for a few brief hours.

Aiba, however – Aiba is sound and movement, and crumb-spraying laughs over the blare of the television. Aiba is air-punctuating laughter, and the clattering of too many pots and pans that Jun will have to clean later. Jun loves him. He loves him. It's just too much, right now.

Jun closes the bathroom door shut behind him, already regretting being sharp with Aiba. He should be patient – this couldn't have been easy on Aiba either – he had given up his own space altogether to move in with Jun. He had been extra careful about laundry, and messes in the kitchen.

Right now, he just needs a bath and some silence. After that, he can go make things better.

Twenty minutes later, Jun feels like the day's stress has oozed out of his skin. His body feels light and warm. He stretches in front of the bathroom mirror, grinning at his reflection.

Aiba is playing a football game on the Wii in the living room, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the television. Jun sinks onto the couch behind him.

"Winning?"

"No," Aiba sighs. "Sort of. I was winning for awhile." He clicks the button to end the game, shuts off the power. "Are you all right?"

"Yes." Jun shifts on the couch so Aiba can clamber up beside him. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry," Aiba says. He makes himself comfortable against Jun's side, head pillowed on Jun's shoulder. "I don't mind. It's tough, right? Getting used to this. I mean, we sort of jumped into this, and…"

Jun bites his lip. "It'll be okay." I'll be nicer, he promises himself, I'll do better, just please, please don't let this all blow up in my face.

"But since it's us, we'll be okay," Aiba finishes optimistically. "Right?"

Having Aiba here, close enough to touch – having someone to lean against the end of a long day. That's what this is all about.

"Yes," Jun says. "We will."

-

I LOVE YOU! KEEP FIGHTING! ♥
little miss prim and proper: aiba: don't need sunshine to be brightprimroseshows on November 29th, 2011 03:53 pm (UTC)
hey if you could like not make me tear up noticeably while i'm at work i would really appreciate that okay

okay??

oh my god YOU

Erica, you are the best. I always say this, but it seems like I mean it impossibly more each time I do. How are you so great? Seriously, how are you SO GREAT? I really shouldn't have read this comment in the lab because seriously I was sniffling awfully and had to grab a kleenex before someone noticed my watery eyes (thank goodness no one walked into the office??).

I was rereading my anxiety-filled comment and I was kind of ashamed of myself -- yeah I'm a little stressed sometimes, but I really don't want to make it sound like I've been suffering nonstop for the the past year and a half. Far from it! It's just been really... go-go-go-get-the-next-thing-done-asap lately, you know? I really miss weekends, haha. Even though I do take breaks and sleep in at every opportunity I can (even when I really shouldn't)... I guess I just need time to get away from school and go home and come back feeling refreshed and energized again. ANYWAY I would rather give up free Arashi concert tickets than to bail out on my program, so don't worry about me! Just susceptible to a good bout of whining now and then, I suppose.

Although maybe I should whine more often if it gets me delicious fic from you?? UGHHHH why are you so good to me! Why is Aiba so good to Jun! Why is Jun so great!! I totally know how he feels about long days (although if I had Aiba waiting at home for me every day I can guarantee a bath would not be needed to make me feel better). Long days of endless rain are the worst, too! BUT THIS FICLET WAS PERFECT IN EVERY WAY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR IT T^T I don't deserve it!!!

Also jfc this was the first of your writing I'd read in a long time and I can't put into words how good it felt.

THANK YOU ♥♥♥
it's like talking to soupwaxrose on December 1st, 2011 01:36 pm (UTC)
Don't cryyyyyyyyy. :D And I know, it's tough, because that little break or relief point is always just out of reach. But you will get there, and you can whine to me whenever. ♥♥♥ ILU.
sammyarashijun on November 26th, 2011 01:08 am (UTC)
Ugh, there needs to be more to this!
little miss prim and proper: sho/ohno: what do you mean 'chipmunks'primroseshows on November 26th, 2011 08:47 am (UTC)
I think there will be, if I ever have another excuse to write some more! E.g. a situation like yesterday where I hate schoolwork so much that I will literally dig myself into a deeper hole in order to avoid it. (HINT: EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE.)
sammyarashijun on November 26th, 2011 09:11 am (UTC)
That's the number one rule of fic writing right there. Write to avoid homework :Db
RESPECTAWIGGLE MUDDIGGLEelfiepike on November 26th, 2011 06:11 pm (UTC)
aaaaah this is gloooorious!! oh man, perhaps at some point when i am not covered in cat restraining my typing hands i will leave a better comment, BUT JUST KNOW THAT THIS IS GREAT. i can't help wondering what jun and ohno are up to, but i also think that seriously, the way aiba and nino and sho are here, aaaah. HEARTS, HEARTS IN MY EYES.
little miss prim and proper: koichi: this piece of plastic is my lifeprimroseshows on November 27th, 2011 05:09 am (UTC)
Your cat is living the life! Your cat knows where the best kind of heat is at. Thanks though!! :D I'm really getting all revved up from your enthusiasm! I want to write more T____T GOD WHY WON'T SCHOOL PRESENTATIONS PRESENT THEMSELVES AND LEAVE ME ALONE

TBH at the time of writing these snippets I had not really thought of what Jun and Ohno played in all this but after I posted this I thought a bit and after many long careful genius hours of planning, I decided that Ohno would be... DUN DUN DUN... a fisherman! From the south. Where there's water. And Jun will be a fish NO REALLY I'm just crossing it out because I guess it's a spoiler??? omg i am crazy there is nothing to spoil if the fic isn't being written BUT THEN WHAT IF IT WILL BE?!
thefortysecond: Don't panicthefortysecond on November 29th, 2011 08:45 pm (UTC)
Your fics make me miss writing fic. I also need to learn how to do oneshots, everything I think up blows itself into these huge multichaptered monsters before I can get a handle on the idea. And I never finish them.

WHAT AM I SAYING I HAVE WAY TOO MUCH ON MY PLATE ALREADY.

I'll just read yours 8D
ct_tyct_ty on April 20th, 2013 10:41 am (UTC)
I love this AU.
The way you wrote them, making me read a ready to publish novel.
Was hoping to read Ohno n Jun, but ah well. It;s okay.