PG but lotsa swearingPairs:
Sakurai Sho x OCNote:
at the end! :)
I had stayed up watching Penny Dreadful after rewatching The Digitalian 2014 concert and was starting to feel really hungry. The hallways were quiet, unsurprisingly. It was almost three in the morning but I was craving one of those rice balls they sold in 7-Eleven-- yes, I want those exact ones-- like hell and I just needed to satisfy this craving.
I stepped into the elevator and noticed "Every Breath You Take
" by The Police was playing in the background, barely audible. I'm not really sure why this song was playing in a hotel in Tokyo, but it was a relief hearing an English song randomly.
I took my phone out and decided to check my Facebook newsfeed and try to see what my friends back home were doing. It's about 4 years since I moved to Japan. I live in Nagoya and I'm only here in Tokyo because my mom and her boyfriend decided to come and see how I was doing, and of course, experience The Land of the Rising Sun.
It was a calm descent to the ground floor. I was busy with my phone, giggling at the memes and jokes my friends regularly post. Stalking a few people, replying to some messages, trying to keep up with my small circle even though I was a thousand miles away.
The elevator stopped, and I unconsciously looked up to check what floor it was. 14th floor. The door opened and a person came in. He was wearing those really comfy rubber Adidas slippers, gray sweats and gray hoodie.. all this I observed while pretending to be busy on my phone, and I finally glanced at his face. He was wearing a cap, Johnny Depp glasses and a facemask- the kind that you see nurses wear, nothing special. He noticed and gave me a small nod of acknowledgement, and I nodded back with a small smile as a courtesy.
I went back to my business on my phone and then... it clicked.
I exited out of all my apps and held my phone close to my face, staring at my wallpaper.
My wallpaper was Sho Sakurai.
The person beside me, who I am alone with in this small moving room in this god forsaken time of day..
..is the same person on my wallpaper.
I didn't look up again. I couldn't, I wouldn't. I was god damn sure it was him. How could I, a fan as crazy as me, the girl who guessed which nose was Sakurai Sho's nose among 19 other pictures of noses on one drunken night, make a mistake?! Me, the girl who had over 50gb worth of Sakurai Sho's photos on my phone, make a mistake?
He cleared his throat. I winced.
I slowly backed up and faced the corner. My hands felt like ice blocks but my ears were bread fresh out the oven and Jesus Christ, what the hell were knees even? Was I even wearing shoes? Oh my god, I didn't wear deodorant! How do you even use deodorant? Holy hell, what did I ever do to deserve this?! Why did the universe decide to make this cursed encounter when I was so unprepared?!
My mind is racing. Should I say something? What do I say? I might scream at his face. I might froth in the mouth and die. I might bleed out of all the orifices in my body when face-to-face with an existence so glorious.
Why won't this elevator just swallow me whole?
And then, as if to torture me more.. the elevator came to an abrupt stop. The lights flickered before completely going out and the not-so-dim emergency lights took it's place. The music stopped.
Dead silence. I heard Sho utter a surprised "What?". I heard my sanity break.
There were rustling clothes and a small swear word I wasn't entirely sure what anymore because my brain refused to function. Another swear word and a very attractive sigh of frustration.
I, a commoner, am trapped in a small metal room with one of the most beautiful men in the u n i v e r s e. I will die. How do I get out? How do I get the fuck out right fucking now?!
"Excuse me?" His voice bounced around the elevator walls before it came crushing down my skull.
I felt like I just ate a handful of sand. God, if there ever is a God, please take me now. I didn't say anything. I didn't even move.
"Excuse me?" This beautiful Keio graduate said again. "My phone is dead. I was wondering if you could call someone for help?"
I nodded. Wow, I could still nod. Congratulations, self. Ha ha.
I tried calling my mother but before I could, my phone rang and in my surprise, I dropped the thing. Not only was my AnAn Jan 2010 No. 1693 wallpaper revealed...
Guess what my ring tone is. Take a fucking guess.
YOU'RE CORRECT!! MY FUCKING RING TONE IS T.A.B.O.O.!!
I swear to God I have never felt so much emotional and mental pain before in my whole entire life.
Sho Sakurai gave a small, beautiful, musical giggle, and I saw him take of his mask. Why did he do that? Does he want to blind me with the shine of the moisture on his lips?!
I scrambled to pick up my still T.A.B.O.O-ing phone and answered it in what felt more like an epileptic fit rather than just a strong sense of urgency. "Mom? I'm okay and I'm stuck in the elevator right now so please call for help because I am dying and I can not stand to be in the same room with the man I have been lusting for for the past decade please save me." was what I said in my native tongue.
Sakurai just stood there, I'm pretty sure, with a little smug smile on his face, this handsome dick. I say 'I'm pretty sure' because I was still facing the corner. My mother said she tried calling the front desk but it was busy and she promised she would get help for me and Sho Sakurai ASAP. She also reminded me to stay calm and try my best to not faint. I said okay and asked her to burn my laptop if ever I don't make it out alive. She said I shouldn't over react and hung up.
"Do you mind if you could tell me what happened?" A deep silky voice asked.
I cleared my throat. It sounded like a squeak. "The power supply, s- something wrong. They said couldn't.. the.. I mean, the generation.. I mean, generators. Won't start, the generators." I have evolved into a stuttering Yoda.
He chuckled. He fucking chuckled. "Thank you. I guess all we need to do is wait."
"Yes." I said, nodding furiously.
Long painful awkward silence. For me, that is.
"I'm sorry, I asked you to call for help without even introducing myself. I'm Sho Sakurai. You?"
Fuck you, you shit. Fuck you so hard, I know who the fuck you are. I know when you were born, what your blood type is, how tall you are and when you entered Johnny's, goddammit. How dare you?
The pressure of knowing that I was being extremely rude to him by not even facing his direction while talking mixed with the gnawing feeling of not knowing what I would do if I see him face-to-face was making me want to throw up. But I needed to do it. I needed to calm my nerves and be polite to this man I claim to be so in love with and not make him feel like shit.
So I turned around to face him, and bowed immediately, introducing myself. This time, I was speaking with less stutters. Thank god. "I'm glad to have finally met you, Sakurai-san. In this.. really, uhm, weird situation." Insert nervous laugh here.
Have I said that he smelled really nice, by the way?
"Nice meeting you, too." The full teeth smile. The smile of someone who enjoys bathing in the screams of his fans'. The smile of victory. "It really is a weird situation, huh? I was just going out to buy some food at 7-Eleven and then this happens."
Ha ha ha what are you saying. No way in hell. You mean to say that even if we didn't get stuck in the elevator together, we'd still meet at a convenience store? No fucking way, Gerard Way. "Th- that's a coincidence. I was going down to get some food there, too."
Signature Sakurai Laugh. "Really? Yabai." Pause. "So.. you're a fan of Arashi?"
Slow hesitant nod. Sho-chan, please don't subject me to suffering. Let's talk about something else that doesn't have anything to do with my obsession AKA you. "I am."
"Oh, I'm happy!" He genuinely looked amused. "Did you watch our recent concert?"
"In Nagoya Dome, yes." I said, glancing away once in awhile because if look at him too long my eyes might melt. "Uhm, do you mind if I sit on the floor?"
"That's actually a good idea." and we both sat down, facing each other, leaning on the wall.
I can not believe I am actually having a conversation with a member of Japan's #1 Idol Group. I could honestly, truthfully die happy now. I am complete.
"What did you think of it? Did you enjoy it?" He asked.
"Yes! Yes, of course I did!" I blabbered a bit about my favorite parts of the concert and then covered my mouth to stop myself because I might accidentally blurt out a Supernova Next To The Door™ joke.
Sho laughed with his squishy laughing face. Saying that my heart skipped a beat is an understatement because I think it stopped completely. "Thank you! This feels great, talking to a fan up close."
"...nothing compared to the happiness a fan feels, in my opinion." What the hell did I just say. He looked quite taken aback. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me!" I bowed in apology.
"No, no! It's okay. You're fine." He waved. "That's.. actually very true."
Someone's stomach growled.
We both laughed.
(I am laughing with Sho Sakurai, oh my god.)
"I'd really like some seafood ramen right now. And maybe a cup of coffee." I said.
As soon as he said that, "Africa
" by Toto started playing from the elevator speakers and a woman on the intercomm interjected, apologizing for the inconvenience or panic the power failure might've caused.
The elevator was finally back to life and continued its journey to the ground floor.
Sakurai stood up. "Ah, at last! Thank goodness." He stretched. Arm muscles arm muscles arm muscles. "I enjoyed our conversation even though it was just a short one." He extended a hand to me, intending maybe to help me stand up.
I hesitated, but took it anyway. I will peel off the skin that was in contact with Sho Sakurai from my hand and frame it. I'm kidding. "Thank you. Me too."
We finally reached the ground floor.
That was probably the worst and best two hours of my entire existence. I will sound like a total insensitive brat saying this... but I wish the power failure lasted longer. Ah, whatever. I'm glad I'll be able to eat.. what the hell do I want to happen, anyway? A romantic twist? Shoujo manga plot? Sho Sakurai asking me to actually go out with him? Lol. This guy is way out of my league. Besides, I'm okay with being able to stare at his abs on my phone whenever I feel like it.
He waited for me to step out first. "Ah!" He exclaimed. I jumped a bit. "I want to repay you for calling for help earlier... why don't we go out for ramen and coffee?"
This thing was born out of this meme
because I am meme trash, obvs.
Ofc, my lock screen is non other than Sho-chan, and me and my friends just needed to talk about this meme. So you're trapped in an elevator, and let's say his phone died, and you could speak really good Japanese. Then we came up with the scenario that what if you drop your phone and he sees that your wallpaper is him. Or your phone rings and then your ring tone is one of his solos. And then my friend was like OH MY GOD THAT'S PERFECT FOR A FAN FIC. And I was like DON'T ME, BES.
Tbh doe, I don't think I will ever have the guts to actually talk
to Sho, even with flawless Japanese. I feel like either I'd be too overwhelmed to talk or I would downright scream. If I ever I could properly talk, it would take a lot of preparation.
OC has mild anxiety, btw. She also has issues problems socializing because she is a dork. Hahaha.
Perfect because Red Month. <3
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this short thing I wrote. I'm very open to feed back and constructive cristicism so please feel free to leave something on the comments! Thank you! <3