One Shot on Sakurai + Aiba

- Type: One shot; supposed to be funny, but I don't know!
- Characters: Sakurai; Aiba; Aiba's Wii; Aiba's 42-inches Plasma TV
- Note: This is my first time writing in on J-pop (specifically Arashi). So, there'll be so many flaws, so I'm sorry if there are! I'm not a perfectionist, anyway. The hardest thing I had to do was being funny because I am not funny at all... So here's my lazy work. Finished it in less than 24 hours.
- P/S: I didn't mean to change their personalities if they were not like how they stated. But I enjoyed experimenting Sakurai and Aiba's character for this one shot. =D
- P/S/S: Sorry, it's boring and I've only once or twice played a Wii. I could've took longer to write but I'm just too lazy!

Sakurai and Aiba sat next to each other in Aiba's living room for a sleepover. Ohno, Ninomiya and Jun weren't present for they have their own last-minute CM shootings in Korean, Hawaii and Taiwan.

So these two sat silently while watching an English movie. Sakurai who understands majority of the language listened intently while Aiba who knew no simple words in English, read the Japanese subtitles below, tentatively.

They sat awkwardly next to each other when a kissing scene appeared. They turned at each other with hesitant but alerted eyes.

'Ahem!' Aiba mocked a cough. He reached for the remote control and at the same time, Sakurai was reaching for it too. Aiba stared at Sakurai with an eyebrow raised in question and hesitant manner. Sakurai stared at Aiba with wide eyes. "Are you gonna take it?"

Sakurai fidgeted when he realized the female character on TV had already taken off her clothes. He shook his head in horror. "No, you take it and forward it!" He leaped out of the turquoise sofa and actually ran to Aiba's toilet.

Aiba sighed heavily and closed his eyes, but took a mere peek. He cringed in distaste. When Aiba successfully have forward it to the 'safe zone', he paused it and went to the counter to fetch a glass of red wine and two empty glasses.

When Aiba sat back on the sofa, Sakurai reappeared. Clearly, he had wet his face (not wash). Aiba poured the wine into both glasses and asked, "Do you want to play the Wii or continue watching this... distasteful movie?"

Sakurai sighed angrily. "why did you make me watching a stupid movie when you have something more entertaining?"

"Cool, yo," Aiba laughed lightly. "Wasn't it's you who bugged me so bad to get the BluRay earlier? Now why am I wronged?"

"That's because I thought it would be a fine movie with a fine content," Sakurai defended himself. The latter quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, where's your Wii?"

"Sho Sakurai," Aiba muttered inaudibly. "Mister of decent in everything..."

"Where's the Wii?" Sakurai asked again.

Aiba's index finger pointed at a drawer. "There." Aiba started to place the valuables that he sees away from their 'play area'. He even ran to get the new games that he bought less than forty eight hours ago at their usual hangout place, the Nitendo shop that Ninomiya had always call it "my second home".

Sakurai who set the settings shoved a Wii player control to Aiba when the latter settled down on the sofa. "Are you fine with a few rounds or tennis? Just for warming up," Sakurai offered.

Aiba, who was stared into spaces, blinked and automatically turned to Sakurai. "What?"

Sakurai sighed of depress. It's very obvious on Aiba's face that he was being dreamy for a bit. "Can we start with a few rounds of tennis?"

"Oh, that's fine," Aiba smiled apologetically. Aiba tighten the string to his wrist and was ready for game. But something caught his eyes -  it made him worried suddenly. "Aren't you gonna tighten that thing to your wrist, Sakurai?"

"Oh," Sakurai sounded reassuring when he saw his friend's face went pale all of a sudden. "My grip is tight enough."

"But-"

"No worries, Aiba... chan." Sakurai just cut him short.

Aiba had bad feelings for this but he didn't want to hurt his long time best friend's feelings. Aiba sighed in defeat. "Fine..." He didn't want Sakurai to think that he didn't trust him and being paranoid over silly matters.

The game started and they both played like real-life tennis heroes. Sakurai lost three games straight to Aiba, shot up in disbelief.

"Why am I losing three rounds straight?!" Sakurai whined. "This can't happen, I'm gonna win this time!"

Aiba, who was sitting leisurely, laughed at his friend.

"What?!" Sakurai snapped.

"Nothing," said Aiba, but continued to laugh like a mad person in an asylum.

"You're gonna lose for once, Masaki, you're gonna lose to a Sho who's needs his pride back!"

The game started again and this time, Sakurai really took it seriously as usual like he took most in life.

Sakurai then thought. I'm gonna smash. Watch out Masaki, Sho's gonna eat you up... NOWWWWW!!!


Sakurai gave a smash with all his might. But the player control flew out of Sakurai's tight gripped hands and hit................... Aiba's new 42-inches Plasma TV.


Both of them stared in horror, mouth hanging open.

Aiba's senses got back to him. "What the heck," his voice broke, "just happened? What have you done, Sakurai?" Aiba's voice was just above a whisper.

Sakurai felt a tingle of horror in his spine. "I-I don't know."

"I'll count to five, you run, Sho," said Aiba coldly.

"WARGHHHHH!!!!" Sakurai ran out of Aiba's home... into the neighbourhood.

"SHO SAKURAIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!" Aiba screeched. "Come back here you scumbag and let me kill you!"

"I'll buy you a new one, I promise!!" Sakurai screamed back.

"I WANT IT NOW YOU IDIOT!"

"But I've got no money with me right now!" Sakurai tried to reason.

"You big fat liar pants on fire!" Aiba sprinted and caught the collar of Sakurai's PJs and leaped on top of him and they both rolled on the pavement.

"OWWW!!!" Aiba and Sakurai said in unison.

Aiba was crying when he beat Sakurai. "DIE DIE DIEEEEE!! Damn you, Sho Sakurai!"

Sakurai was helpless on the ground, only could cover himself. "I'm sorry Aiba, I'm so very sorry!!! I'll get you a new one, I promise!"