Summary: Why Nino shouldn't have a key to Aiba's dressing room.
Note: My first Arashi fic. Inspired by and thus, dedicated to maily. Why do I have a feeling all the fics I'll write in the future will have the same note?
All seemed peaceful in the greenroom. Sho was reading the newspaper. Jun was involved in a book. Ohno sat on one end of the couch, a sketchpad across his knee and Nino occupied the other half, legs sprawled over Leader’s, his face glued to the DS screen. All in all, things seemed normal.
At once, however, their quiet was interrupted by a shriek from nearby. The only one to look up was Sho, the others either long past caring or thoroughly enmeshed in their particular activities. And so, it was only Sho that saw the true look of horror and mortification that was plastered on Aiba’s face as he dashed in.
After taking a moment to catch his breath (and accepting a pat on the back from Sho), Aiba looked up and wheezed “You…” in Nino’s directions. Par for the course, Nino didn’t even look up.
“What did Nino do this time?” Sho asked as patiently as he could, an odd ring of maternal instinct in his voice. Still, neither Ohno nor Nino glanced over, although Jun had been roused by the noise.
“I went into my dressing room,” Aiba fumbled to explain, now that someone was listening, “and everything seemed normal. But then, when I looked closer, someone had moved them.” He spoke the last two words with such utter detestation that Sho and Jun actually blinked at each other in confusion.
“Moved who, Aiba?” Sho prodded.
“My Beanie Babies!” Aiba cried. This caused Jun to roll his eyes, mumur something about how some things just don’t have to come on a tour and return to his book. Aiba kept going, though.
“I came back and he had moved them. But not just moved them. Positioned them.” A pause to let the others grasp the significance of this statement. “And it was icky,” he sniffled, as his monologue came to an end. Sho, now used to dealing with this kind of situation, turned towards the couch. Ohno, feeling eyes on him, looked up. Nino still didn’t show any sign of noticing the conversation at all, regardless of the fact that he seemed to be its subject.
“Leader, did you do anything to Aiba’s Beanie Babies?”
“What are Beanie Babies?” Ohno blinked.
“Nevermind,” Sho sighed. He then turned his attention to the other half of the couch. “Nino?” After a few repeat callings of his name, the gamer looked up, half curious and half annoyed at having to pause.
“You didn’t move Aiba’s Beanie Babies, did you? And position them in … awkward ways?”
There was half a second where the smirk threatened to overtake him but Nino managed to look as innocent as an angel when he replied “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even know what these bean things are. Are they some kind of food?”
Aiba pouted in response but showed no signs of not believing him. As he sunk lower to the ground next to Sho’s chair, Sho began to feel a sense of responsibility. Finally, he looked towards the younger man and gave a resigned sigh.
“Come on, Aiba. Let’s put them back in order.” He reached down and grabbed the other man’s arm, pulling him to his feet. Aiba smiled and bounded out of the room. Sho paused for a moment, gave Nino a disapproving frown over his shoulder, and followed.
Nino at least had the decency to wait until the two were out of the room to break out laughing.