Title: Lies and Fangirls
Pairing: Chiashin (ShinjiroxChiaki)
Notes: I fear I may have overdone it with the plotline fillers this time but with luck it still worked out..? ._. This is my filrst time writing Chiashin and it is LONG overdue to tinkerbell2894 ! I hope you like it! In the meantime, I should really get back to my research paper. XD Thank you for reading!!
“Go to that corner! Go to that corner!”
“Three!” they chorused together as Hidaka and Shuta sprinted across the room for a running high-five. “FREE FOOD!!!!!” they cheered.
“And you two wonder why I never take you anywhere…” Urata said rolling his eyes.
“Hot~ Pot~ Hot~ Pot~ Hot~ Pot~” Nishijima sang happily as he pranced around the room. Misako and Chiaki giggled at the 3 stranger members of AAA running excitedly around the dance studio. Urata sighed as he put his hand on Shinjiro’s shoulder.
“Only for your 22nd birthday would I allow these shenanigans within 6 meters of my household. I hope you’re grateful,” he said with a smirk.
“Hahah, I appreciate it,” Shin said amused as he observed his band member’s antics.
“Ah! The car’s here!” said Misako pressing her face to the window like a little girl.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!” the over-excited threesome chanted. “HOT POT! HOT POT!” The other four laughed as they all started to the back of the room to grab their things. Urata headed toward the door with his bag in hand.
“Come on, Pokémon! Time’s-a-wasting!” he yelled back at them. They all popped up from their belongings perplexed. A moment of silence passed, all of them staring blankly at Urata.
“...Pokémon…?” Chiaki and Shin said in unison, though the other members were clearly thinking the same.
“It…rhymed,” he began to explain. “…I don’t know! Let’s go!
A sligthly smaller pause for silence.
“…I call Pikachu!” exclaimed Nissy.
“Hitmontop!” Shuta said hopping into a headstand.
“BLASTOISE!” Hidaka called dropping his bags to imitate the super tortoise. He pointed his water bottle at Nissy. “Pchuu! Pchuu! Pchuu! Hydro Canon!!” The remains of Hidaka’s water shot out at Nissy.
“Hey! Watch the hair!”
“Teehee.” Hidaka dropped the empty bottle as he ran into the car.
“Thunderbolt!!” Nissy hollered, chasing after him. He stumbled across the door frame as he ran out, barely managing to keep his balance.
“Nishijima’s attack missed!” Hidaka laughed.
“Hey! I- OOF,” Nissy slipped on the icy pavement and tumbled to the ground. “…Ow,” he groaned sitting up. Shuta took the liberty of stepping over Nissy and into the car, sitting down next to Hidaka.
“Nishijima is hit with recoil,” Shuta grinned.
“Oh, Nissy~” Misako said helping him up. She helped brush the snow off him while Shin and Chiaki just stood laughing. Shin slipped his hands into his pockets as he started toward the car.
“Ah. Where’s my-“
“Phone?” Chiaki smiled holding it out for him. “You left it by the stereo.”
“Thanks,” he replied nonchalantly. He smiled and took it from her before grabbing the seat next to Nissy. Chiaki sighed as he walked away before filling in the seat next to Misako. He’ll never know…
“So… full…” Nishijima sat back contented.
“Man, you guys really clean house,” Urata mumbled under his breath. “Happy Birthday, Shinjiro!”
“Happy Birthday, Shinjiro!” the other 5 said happily.
“Thanks everyone!” Shin replied with a big smile.
“So… now what?” Hidaka and Shuta looked eagerly at Urata, ready for more party festivities.
“Uhm… Idunno. Suggestions?”
“Naptime,” a full Nissy whined.
“Cake!” Shuta and Hidaka cheered.
“…NO.” the other members glared. The two shrank in their seats, disappointed.
“…what are you two up to?” Urata questioned, eyeing the girls as they conversed elatedly.
“Truth or Dare!” the girls yelled. Chiaki stole a glance at Shinjiro before turning back to Urata—his luminescent skin shaded perfectly by the soft lighting above.
“Yes!” Hidaka and Shuta high-fived at the sound of the word “dare”. A lazy Nissy held a thumbs up for a few seconds before plopping his arm back down.
“Works for me,” said Urata. “What do you think, Shin?”
“Sounds like fun,” he replied. Shin slurped up the last of his soup and looked up at them with a killer smile that made it hard to turn away, even for a moment. “Let’s do it.”
“LOCK THE DOORS! LOCK THE WINDOWS! LOCK EVERYTHING!” Urata screamed frantically. Hidaka and Shuta were rolling on the floor laughing out what little oxygen they were managing to inhale.
“Never…” Shivering. “Again…” More shivering. “Can I please… have my shirt…now…?” Nissy muttered bitterly. Shuta held it out to him, gasping for air.
“You should’ve picked truth,” Shinjiro said smugly, sitting warmly by Urata’s fireplace. Nissy trudged over and grabbed the hot tea out of Shin’s hands, chugging it down before setting the empty cup back in front of him. Shin laughed as he picked up his cup for a refill.
“How was I supposed to know they’d send me running around the block shirtless?!” Nissy growled.
“Well, considering you never have a problem dressing like a girl, what else could they make you do?” Chiaki pointed out. She walked gently across the room and sat down on the sofa next to Shinjiro who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. She stared down at her cup of tea as he squirmed. She squeezed it a little tighter to swallow her embarrassment and inched away from him accordingly.
“I don’t know what was worse. The cold or the mob of screaming fangirls who started chasing me…”
“DEFINITELY THE FANGIRLS!” Urata shouted from upstairs as he scrambled around, closing all the blinds.
“Blame them!” Nissy pointed Hidaka and Shuta as they crawled back to the circle after, finally, catching their breath.
“Alright, alright. Let’s continue~” Misako said skipping back from the kitchen. “Urata!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. You.” Urata pointed at Nissy as he walked down the stairs. “Good luck getting out of this house safely tonight.”
“Hrmph.” Nissy stuck his tongue out at Urata. “Your turn, birthday boy. Truth or Dare, Shin-chan?”
“After witnessing that? Truth.”
“Have you ever had feelings for any of the members of AAA?”
Silence washed over the room, only the sound of the fireplace crackling behind them. Misako side-glanced at Chiaki who was twiddling her thumbs nervously, her eyes glistening from either the reflection of the flames besides her or the unshakable hope left in her heart. It was hard to tell.
Chiaki’s heart sank a little.
Or –more like, a lot.
“Duck. Come on. Stay down and get in the car.” Urata slapped the black hooded blob into the backseat of the car.
“Owww,” Nissy whined as he was shoved into his seat. Shuta and Hidaka snickered on the sidewalk.
“This is for your own protection. From the crazy fangirls who are no doubt now monitoring my home. Thanks for that.” Urata bopped Nissy on the head and climbed into the driver’s side. “You sure you 5 don’t need a ride?”
“We’re good,” said Shuta. “We’re headed to a friend’s house down the road.”
“I’ve got a ride coming,” Misako chimed. She finished texting and slipped her phone into her pocket. “Thanks though!”
“It’s so pretty outside~” Chiaki noted, staring up at the sky—snowflakes softly patting the ground. “I think I’ll walk.”
“I’m walking too. I’ve got some family near here that I ought visit before I head home anyway. Speaking of which, I should get going. Goodnight, everyone! Thanks for everything!!” yelled Shin as he began his stroll down the street.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINJIRO!!” the 6 cheered after him.
“Thank you very much!” He turned to smile and wave goodbye to his band mates before rounding the corner.
“Alright! Then in that case, I guess I'll be on my way. Gotta take this basketcase home.”
“Goodnight!” Urata waved to his friends as he drove off.
After Misako had been picked up and the boys began their race down to their friend’s apartment, Chiaki started down the street alone. The snow frosting the streets glittered in the moonlight as she pulled her bag securely onto her shoulder. She took a deep breath as she trailed through the snow, falling snowflakes sprinkling her hair with every step.
She’d just passed the local corner bakery when someone took hold of her hand and yanked her into a dark alley.
“HEL-!” A cold hand covered her mouth gently. Her eyes darted quickly from the street to her mouth. Her mouth to her captor.
Shinjiro’s eyes shimmered back at her.
Grabbing her waist, he pulled her close, locking his lips to hers. There they stood in the quiet of the night, Chiaki's will to resist his cold facade weakening as each second passed.Their warm embrace grew closer and closer until Shinjiro drew back slightly. Holding her head against his, their warm breath rose around them as he opened his mouth to speak.
I know, I know. I spent a good 10-15 minutes staring at those last couple paragraphs trying to figure out a way to have Shin say “truth” BEFORE clearly confessing his real feelings for Chiaki—considering that’s how Truth or Dare would actually work. >_> But it was never quite as dramatic. And, I just... didn’t like it as much. ._. I’m sure you all got the gist anyway, but I thought I’d let you know, just in case! Thanks again for reading! :D