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Title: Truth or Dare (2/2)
Characters and Pairings: Aiba Masaki, Ninomiya Kazunari, Ohno Satoshi, Sakurai Sho, Matsumoto Jun, Aimiya (friendship), Aiba/Everyone (please read A/N)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy, Friendship, Romance, Crack in some points, slight Angst in others (please read A/N)
Summary: Nino and Aiba have a secret game they like to play since they were fifteen, and neither has called it quit yet. But what happens when Nino accidentally finds out that Aiba had been keeping a huge secret from him for seventeen years?
Disclaimer: Arashi don't belong to me, it's them who own my Soul! Soul! Also, Nino is probably even more mischievous. Just saying.
A/N: >> This story has five different endings. << You will be presented with some choices to make in this chapter with regards to what the characters have to do. Depending on the choice, you'll get a different ending.
Please do let me know which ending you get :3





Aiba had blurted out his dare the next day.

“Put ice in your underwear until it melts, and let everyone think you peed yourself,” he said, a little amused.

Nino didn't like that dare one bit, to be honest. Having ice in his underwear definitely wasn't something he was looking forward to, but he gritted his teeth and resolved to fulfil the dare that same day.

“Nino...” Sho patted him on his shoulder.

“Yes?” he said, nonchalantly.

Sho looked embarrassed. “So, well... You...” He had pointed discreetly at his wet pants.

“Oh,” he simply said. “I must be getting old,” he scrolled his shoulders. Somewhere in the back of the room, he could hear Aiba's distinctive giggles echo in his head.




He had waited till the last possible moment to ask. He had enjoyed seeing Aiba wince every time he addressed him, evidently agonising at the suspense.

He rang the door to Aiba's apartment at eleven thirty. Friday was laundry day for Aiba, so he knew he would be there.

“Who is it?” asked Aiba from behind the door.

“It's me,” he simply replied.

Aiba opened after a couple of seconds. “I was considering not letting you in,” he admitted, as he watched Nino change his shoes.

He laughed. “You're too honest for your own sake, Aibaka.”

He followed his friend to the kitchen. He was doing the dishes when he had rang, so he resumed his washing. Nino leaned on the counter next to the sink and looked at him.

“So,” he hummed. “Truth or dare, Aibaka?”

Aiba considered it for a second. He grimaced a little. “Dare,” he said softly, his voice almost covered by the sound of the water.

Nino smirked. He wasn't really expecting Aiba to answer otherwise. He probably thought that Nino would ask him the identity of the member, if he had to tell the truth. Well, he was right. But this was Nino they were talking about. He had a few more aces up his sleeves, and, really, he was just so glad he could start using them.

“Dare, is it? That's too bad, I was hoping for a truth,” he said, faking disappointment. He turned around so he could rest with his elbows on the counter. He cupped his face with his palms and put on an innocent expression. Aiba had stopped washing and was looking at him with a glint of concern in his gaze. “Well, then,” he didn't let up his fake innocent tone. “How about this for a dare? Tomorrow we all have an interview together, don't we? I want you to buy yourself a drink, any drink.” Aiba squinted his eyes at him. Nino replied with a big smile. “When you come back to the greenroom I want you to...” he got closer to the sink, “accidentally, of course...” he opened the tap and splashed some water on Aiba, “spill your drink on Sho's lap.”

“All right.” Aiba seemed relieved at that.

“Oh, no, I'm not done.” He laughed sarcastically. “I want you, the good, kind-hearted, little helper that you are, to lend Sho a hand in cleaning out the mess you made. Vigorously,” he added.

Nino revelled in Aiba's scandalised expression.

“Is that too much for you? You can always choose truth, if you'd like.”

“I'm doing it,” Aiba said, blushing, but sounding determined.

“Hey, you're the boss,” said Nino. “Now make me something, I'm hungry,” he yawned as he sat on a stool.




Oh, Aiba was going to do it alright. And it would be a sight to behold for sure.

They were all in one room, waiting for the reporter to come and meet them. They had just finished their filming for the day, and they were all a bit tired. Ohno and Sho were laying on one of the couches, with their eyes closed. Ohno, as his usual, was in a fetal position near the armrest, while Sho was simply spread in a sitting position, his arms crossed on his chest. Jun was sitting on a chair, eating his dinner and reading his script. It seemed like he had a late night filming for one of his dramas after their interview, so he wouldn't have the time to eat afterwards.

Nino took his Nintendo from his bag and sat on the chair near Jun. From there, he had the best view on Sho's figure slouching on the couch. He gave Aiba a meaningful look and saw him sigh as he left the room.

He returned a couple of minutes later holding what seemed to be hot coffee he must have gotten from the vending machines in the hallway. He tried to stifle a laugh and then made a grimace at the thought of the hot coffee on Sho's pants. He did tell Aiba any drink, didn't he? He really didn't envy Sho at that moment.

Aiba stood by the door for a while, trying to find the courage to just get on with his dare. Was he going to quit? Nino pretended to pay attention to his game. Maybe he was going to call the dare off. Maybe he wasn't. But one way or another, Nino was going to find out about Aiba's secret.

He heard footsteps and realised that Aiba was moving. He looked at him without lifting his head. Aiba moved slowly to the couch, where Sho was almost asleep, his legs spread in front of him, making his lap hard to miss. Nino saw Aiba close his eyes and fake a false step, making his coffee spill right onto Sho's thighs and on his precious family jewels.

“AAAAHHH!” he yelled, suddenly waking up wincing from the pain.

Jun and Nino lifted their heads, Ohno stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes. Nino was trying so hard not to laugh at the whole scene.

“Ah! I'm s—so sorry, Sho-chan!” Aiba stammered, grabbing the shirt he had tied on his hips. He started patting Sho's wet pants with the shirt earnestly.

“Masaki, what are you doing?” Sho yelled in a high-pitched voice.

Aiba unbuttoned his pants. “I'm sorry, Sho-chan, let me help you.” He tried to pull Sho's pants down, while Sho tried to pull them up.

“Aiba, stop!” he yelled angrily.

He stopped immediately. He looked down at the floor in shame. “I'm sorry. It was an accident.”

Sho's cheeks were flushed with rage. He took a deep breath. “I'm going to change.” He stood up, buttoning his pants, and walked out the door.

Aiba sat next to Ohno and put his hands on his face.

“Aiba-kun, are you okay?” Jun stood up and went to sit next to him.

“I'm sorry,” he said, his hands still on his face.

Ohno patted his head. “It's all right, you didn't mean to.”

Aiba finally pulled his hands down and put them on his lap, staring at them. “Yeah.”

The other members were trying to comfort an ashamed Aiba sitting sadly on the couch when Sho came back with new pants. He sat next to Nino without a word to Aiba, still looking angry despite the man coming up to him and apologising one more time. Seeing his friend looking even more depressed at Sho ignoring him, Nino had to admit, he did kinda feel bad about the whole thing.




Sho didn't talk to Aiba for a while after that. Even when they were filming together, he didn't interact with him as much as he used to, and everyone noticed. Aiba was visibly upset at that, and Nino had to remind himself every time that that was the same guy who made him send that kind of text to his own mother. He couldn't lose his cool now. He had to go through with his. Revenge and all. Sho would come around.

But Sho didn't come around for a whole week, and Aiba was so distressed that he missed his deadline for the first time in seventeen years. Nino called him from his bed at midnight, a little worried.

“Hello?” Aiba answered.

“Where you sleeping?” He said, incredulous.

“Yes, I have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Our game. You just missed your turn.”

“Oh.” Aiba sighed. “Crap. I forgot. Sorry.”

“You forgot,” repeated Nino. Aiba didn't reply. “Look, if you want out, just say it okay?” He tapped on the covers nervously.



OR

(Continue reading to make Aiba continue.)



















(You chose to make Aiba continue.)


“No, no.” Aiba said with a yawn. “I just had a lot to do this week.” He was probably lying, thought Nino. “Go ahead. It's your turn again, isn't it?”

“Yeah, well. You know the drill.”

There was a long pause. “Dare,” he finally said. “But please let me sleep tonight, I have to wake up very early tomorrow. I'll see you at work, okay? Night.” And he hung up without waiting for his reply.

Nino dropped the phone on his bed and massaged his temples. 'Remember the text, remember the text, remember the text.' Yeah, he still didn't feel any less guilty.




The next day, Nino went to work with a huge headache. When he opened the door to the greenroom, he heard Aiba giggle, and his headache thumped violently against his temples.

“Shut up, Aiba,” he said, irritated. “Your giggle is insufferable.”

“Ah, sorry, sorry,” he said gleefully.

“Uh? You're in a good mood.” Nino was surprised. Was this the same broody, depressed Aiba he had been the past week? What happened all of a sudden?

“Masaki, you dropped something.” He saw Sho approaching Aiba, giving him the pen he had just dropped. “Honestly, you should be more careful,” he said rolling his eyes, but in a teasing tone.

“Thank you, Sho-chan,” Aiba smiled at him.

“Thank God that's settled,” murmured Jun on his right. He looked up at Nino. “Seeing Aiba-kun like that really took a toll on all of us, uh?”

Nino had an idea. He grinned, sitting down next to Jun. “I think we all should just get along with everything he asks for a while, you know? To keep him happy. I really don't want to see him sulking like that again,” he said, unable to stop the hint of truth in his voice.

“Yeah, I agree,” Jun concurred. “I'm going to tell Leader, too.”

'Perfect,' he thought, while thinking of his next dare.




“J looks very tired, doesn't he?”

Aiba turned to look at him. “Uh?”

They were at Nino's, sitting on the carpet in front of the television. They had connected the computer to the TV so that they could use its screen. They were playing an online game, taking turns with the headset and controller. The big screen was showing a dragon and a party of magicians and knights trying to fight it.

Nino grimaced at yelled at the screen. “Watch out!” The dragon was clawing at Aiba's character on the screen. He dodged just in time and sent a charm its way. The dragon took the glowing red hit with a growl. “If you're going to lose, give it to me,” Nino said between gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” apologised Aiba. He used a potion to recover some HPs. “What we're you saying?”

Nino leaned back against the couch. He stretched before putting his hands behind his neck. “Your next dare, Aiba-chan. I was thinking you could help out J with his stress.”

Aiba mumbled.

“Maybe tomorrow, after filming, you could ask him out.”

He cackled. “What, like a date?” He yelped as the dragon spit fire on the whole party. “Crap. How did you do the shield charm again?”

Nino sighed and took the controller from him, showing him how to summon a simple white cloud that could protect his avatar.

“Wait, now it's only me who's protected,” said Aiba. “Can't I protect my friends?”

He rolled his eyes. “They're not your friends. They're your enemies. You're only allying to fight the dragon together.”

“Still,” he pouted, but didn't protest further.

They stared at the screen for a few moments. The only sound was Aiba's tapping on the controller and the players' shouts coming from the headset.

“So you're gonna do it?”

“What?”

“The dare, idiot.”

Aiba stuck his tongue out, focused on dodging fire. “Hmm. I should ask him out, was that it?”

“Well, it’s not that simple, no. I thought we could make things more interesting, of course.” He grinned. “How about you write him a love letter first?”

“What!? Aw, man!” Aiba looked at his character being hit and losing his last HPs.

Nino took the controller from his hands and snatched the headset. “Game over,” he said. He lowered the mic of the headset and spoke into it. “Now the game is getting serious.”

Aiba didn't know if Nino was talking to him or to the other players on-line, but he felt like that last sentence definitely held a lot of truth.




The next day, Aiba showed up at work with a white envelope and a troubled expression.

Nino pointed at the envelope. “Did you write it like we said?”

Aiba nodded. “This is bad, Nino, what if he actually believes I have a thing for him?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Would it be that bad for you, really?”

Aiba blushed. “Of course it would!”

He snatched the letter from his friend’s hands, ignoring Aiba’s protests when he opened it to read it.

___________________________________________
Dear Jun,

I’ve been looking at you for a long time now.
You are always so kind and sweet, and you would
never let anything get in the way of Arashi being
at their best. I am so grateful for that.
You are the best teammate and friend one could
ever ask for.

But lately you’ve been very busy with your new
drama, and with Arashi’s engagements too. I fear
that you’ve been stressing out too much and I
want you to stay healthy.

I like Jun the most when he’s happy, so please
let me make you happy.

With love,
Masaki.
_________________________________________


Nino snorted. “‘I’ve been looking at you for a long time now.’ What are you, his stalker?”

Aiba grumpily took the letter back. “He’s just going to laugh at this. Or worse, he’s going to give me a serious talk,” he whimpered at the thought.

Nino whistled. “Who knows, Masaki. Maybe you could get lucky tonight.”




The last meeting ran for two hours straight on a Friday night. Nino had spent most of it looking at his phone, listening idly as Jun spoke with the managers. Here and then, Sho would get in the conversation, and Aiba would try and offer his point of view. Nino and Ohno only spoke when called, though. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the real star was Matsumoto Jun.

“We should probably bring back some of the old favourites,” he was saying. “Make a poll about it and let the fans answer.”

“And for the solos?” Yoshizawa asked. She was the artistic director, and the only one who could keep up with Jun's ridiculous tendency to overthink everything. “Do you want to choose your own solos, or should we let the fans decide that as well?”

Jun looked at the list of solos in front of him. “You know what? Let's have them decide, yes. But this time let's ask them to swap our solos. So for example I could end up getting Sho-kun's solo, he might get Nino's and so forth.”

Sho grimaced. “It's certainly... original.”

“If you're not on board we're not doing it.”

Sho raised his hands. “No, it's fine by me. But aren't the fans going to compare? They might be disappointed.”

“I think it's interesting,” said Aiba. “The fans will like that. It'll be like 'oh, so that's how it sounds like if another member sings it' right, Jun-kun?” he looked at him, smiling kindly.

Jun nodded. “That's what I was going for.”

Yoshizawa took a look at her watch. “Well, you have the whole weekend to think about it, but then we're getting the polls out onto the website, so let us know by Monday morning, okay?” A chorus of “yes” filled the room. “Good.” She yawned. “Now let's just get home. Good work today.”

Everybody shuffled around, gathering their belongings. Jun remained seated, looking at the papers in front of him, scribbling his notes on the margins.

Nino pulled his feet off the table and leaned to Aiba, who was yawning in the seat next to him. “Did you give him the letter?”

Aiba looked at Jun nervously before turning to his friend. “I left it in his bag, but I saw him pick it up earlier.”

“Good. If you want to ask him out, I think this is your clue, tiger.”

Aiba tapped anxiously his fingers on the table.

“Are you reconsidering it?” Nino teased him. “Are you just a big chicken after all?”

Aiba crossed his arms. “I'm not a chicken,” he whispered angrily before turning his attention to Jun.

They waited for the others to leave the room. Jun remained in his seat, looking over his papers, sticking post-its on some pages, writing on others. He sighed to himself as he turned the last page and lifted his head.

Sitting on one side there was Nino, quietly reading something on his phone with a blank expression, on the other there was Aiba, looking at him worriedly. As soon as he noticed that Jun was looking at him, he smiled sheepishly.

“Are you all done, Jun-kun?”


(Make Jun lie.)

OR

(Continue reading to make Jun tell the truth.)



















(You chose to make Jun tell the truth.)


He sighed. “I’m sorry, Aiba-kun, I’m still knee-deep in this.” He rummaged in his clear file to look for something. “I almost forgot. This is for you,” he handed him a document. “Could you check the details for the merchandise, please?”

Aiba took it. “Of course, yes.”

Nino looked up at his best friend. He was glancing over at the list and then back at Jun, as the latter was still checking his papers. He kicked Aiba under the table.

“Ouch!” Aiba flinched. Nino smirked, remembering when Aiba kicked him at the restaurant.

Jun looked up. “You okay?”

“Ah, yes. Sorry,” he mumbled. He hesitated a little. “Uhm, Jun-kun...”

“Yes.” He had turned his attention back to the papers.

“That thing from earlier… did you get a chance to read it perhaps?”

Jun stopped. “I did.” He clasped his hands in front of him. “Maybe we should talk about that,” he said in a serious tone.

Aiba shifted in his seat. Jun was going in for the serious talk, and it was going to be very uncomfortable. Nino pretended to drop something so he could laugh silently under the table.

“Maybe we could talk about it over dinner?” he heard Aiba say.

Nino re-emerged just in time to see Jun’s gaze soften at Aiba’s clearly tense expression. “Aiba-kun,” he said, before remembering he was there too. “Nino, could we talk in private, please?”

“Uh? No probs,” he said. He picked his phone and his bag and left the room, winking at Aiba, who was begging him with his eyes not to leave.

Once outside, he pressed his ear against the door, but he couldn’t hear anything. Sulking a bit, he waited for Aiba to come out. He couldn’t wait to hear about ‘the talk.’




“That was so embarrassing,” Aiba said, recounting the details of the previous night. He and Nino were alone in the dressing room, waiting for their make-up session. Aiba had his hands over his face, trying to hide from the world somehow.

Nino laughed out loud. “You should have seen your face when you came out of the room. It was so good.”

Aiba pouted. “I said over and over that I meant all that as friends, but I don’t think he believes me even now. He kept telling me that he was sorry and he hoped this wouldn’t cause any problems with Arashi.” He hid his face again. “Oh, God.”

“Tell me again about when he asked you what it meant when you said that you’ve been looking at him.”

“He actually asked if I was following him around!” he got up and started pacing the floor. “That was so embarrassing,” he repeated.

Nino started hiccuping. He drank his water until it went away. “I wish I was there.”

Aiba got back to standing next to him. “Well, you know what? It’s not fair that I have to be the only one doing humiliating things,” he hissed. “Two can play this game.”

Nino raised his eyebrows. What was this idiot thinking of, now?

“I dare you to make out with a guy!” Aiba blurted out.


(Make Nino refuse)

OR

Continue reading to make Nino accept)



















(You chose to make Nino accept)


He scrolled his shoulders. “All right.”

Aiba squinted his eyes. “You’re doing it?” Nino nodded. “With a guy?” He nodded again.

“Wanna be my lab rat?”

“What!? No!” he replied immediately, flustered. “That’s disgusting, you’re my best friend.”

“Ouch,” Nino said, jokingly. “You could have at least considered that.” He looked up at the ceiling, considering his options. “Any guy is fine, right?”

Aiba snorted. “You know what, I’d like to see you try to make out with Sho-chan.”

Nino shrugged. “If that’s what you want, fine.” He pushed the door open.

Aiba ran after him. “Eh!? Now!? Wait, we can...”

Nino walked confidently into the greenroom. Sho was sitting at the table, reading his schedule for the day. “He seems busy, Nino,” Aiba whispered in his ear nervously.

“You were the one who made up the dare,” he whispered back. “Are you seriously reconsidering?”

Aiba tightened his lips and fell silent.

Nino sat beside Sho, with Aiba on his left. He looked at Sho’s notes on the table. Filming for Yakai, 8:00 pm was written on it, followed by Dinner with Mai and her husband, 10:00 pm, Bath, 00:30 am, and Drinks with friends, 2:00 am. Sleep, 3:30 – 10:30 am was written on the bottom part of the page. Each entry had detailed descriptions written in Sho’s small and neat calligraphy.

Nino poked at Sho’s arm. “Ne, Sho-chan,” he sing-songed.

Sho lifted his head. His face looked tired, but his eyes looked awake and full of energy. Nino could hear Aiba shifting uncomfortably in his seat next to him. He grinned up at him. “Do you have time to fit something else in that schedule?”

Sho looked down at his timetable. “Uh? I could try. What is it, Nino?” He looked back up, and felt Nino’s lips lock onto his. Taking advantage of the shock that had paralysed him temporarily, Nino tried to deepen the kiss. It took Sho a few seconds more to react to Nino’s tongue finding the way into his mouth. He pushed him away. He looked at Nino speechless. Aiba was torn between laughing and gaping in horror. He settled for laughing in the end, hiding his face in his arms, his giggle silent, his back jerking up and down as he chuckled into the table.

“What the hell!?” Sho yelled.

“Sorry, Sho-chan.” Nino laid back on his chair. “I thought, with that packed schedule, you probably needed to get some.”

Sho blinked. Nino grinned. The older man blushed a little. “I’m perfectly capable of getting some on my own, thank you.” He slammed his notebook shut and got as far away from Nino as he possibly could.

Aiba lifted his head, trying to steady his breathing. His eyes were still tearing up from laughter, but he managed to keep a serious expression. He moved closer to Sho and patted him on the back. “I’m sorry, Sho-chan,” he tried to comfort him. “Sometimes Nino goes too far with his pranks.” He looked at Nino with a weirdly smug look in his eyes.

Nino scoffed to himself. He couldn’t wait to tell Aiba his next dare.




“Since you're hopeless at remembering your dance steps...”

“Oi!” Aiba retorted.

Nino waved a hand. They were sitting on the bed at Aiba’s. He was checking his phone while Aiba looked at funny videos on the internet. As he expected, Aiba had chosen dare again that time. “It's true though,” he continued. “And since Oh-chan is in charge for our next choreography, I though up something perfect for your next dare.”

“Leader, too? What is it now?”

“Well,” he put his arm around his friend's neck. “Let's just say you find Oh-chan's steps a little too difficult to learn on your own, and you need a little afterschool special...”

Aiba frowned. “So my dare is to practice my dance steps in my free time?”

“Yeah, you could say that. And, remember that whole sensual hips move thing? Maybe ask Oh-chan to show you how to do it. Up close and personal. If you know what I mean.” He lifted his eyebrows.

To his surprise, Aiba laughed. “Is something funny?” he asked.

“No, it's just that...” Aiba tried to calm himself. “I couldn't imagine Leader latching on to my advances like that.”

“Who said they're advances? Or is it your wishful thinking?” he teased.

Aiba blushed. “I'm not saying anything, I told you.”

“Whatever,” he shrugged. “Just get your dare done.”




“Uhm, Satoshi-kun?” Aiba started.

They were getting ready to go home for the night, but Nino had signalled Aiba to go talk to Ohno, so he had sighed and done so.

“Hmm.” Ohno replied.

“I was wondering... if you have time now... if you could... actually, I can't get some of the steps right and I wanted to ask for your help.”

“Sure,” he simply said. He put down his bag again.

“We'll see you tomorrow, then,” said Sho. “I have Zero in a while, or I would have stayed.”

“Sorry, I have the filming for my drama,” added Jun, apologetic.

Aiba looked at Nino.


(Make Nino go.)

OR

(Continue reading to make Nino stay.)



















(You chose to make Nino stay.)

:: FINALE #5 ::


“I can stay,” Nino said. He sat in the chair in the middle of the room.

Jun and Sho left chanting “thank you for your hard work.” Nino waved at them as Aiba and Ohno said it back.

“Err-- Nino, you're kinda in the way,” said Ohno.

“But I don't want to miss a thing, Oh-chan. I'm too tired to practice, but I'm sure that looking at Aiba learning his steps will instantly make me better too.”

Ohno scratched his nose. “Err-- okay, I guess.” He turned to Aiba. “What did you need my help with, Aiba-kun?”

“Uhm, there's this step, you know... when the song goes 'Attack Attack Attack' we do the hips move?”

“Hmm,” Ohno nodded.

“...well, I need help with that.”

Ohno frowned. Without saying anything, he showed Aiba the steps. “You try.”

Aiba faced the mirror as Ohno played the music. He repeated every step leading to the hips move perfectly.

Ohno stopped the music. “I think you're good, Aiba-kun, you don't need my help.”

Aiba looked at Nino, who was swinging on the chair. He raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure, Oh-chan?” he said. “I mean, from where I was sitting, it looked kinda bad.” Nino stood up and approached Ohno. He started pulling his sleeve. “What can we do, Aiba-chan?” he asked, innocuously.

Aiba squinted his eyes a little. “Maybe if I could see it closer...?”

“That's a great idea!” Nino exclaimed. “You hear that, Oh-chan? Aibasshi wants you to teach him closer...” He pulled Aiba so he could stand behind Ohno, and moved his hands so they could rest on the oldest man’s hips.

Ohno didn't say anything. From that position, he had to look up in the mirror to look at Aiba, who looked back at the reflection with an uncomfortable expression on his face. “This is stupid...” he whispered, as Nino turned the music's volume up.

As soon as the song played, Ohno started moving, pulling Aiba with him. Nino observed the scene trying hard not to laugh at the awkwardness. After the first verse of the song ended, Nino was doubling down from laughter. Ohno stopped suddenly, making Aiba bump into him, pushing him on the ground. They both fell with a groan. Seeing that, Nino couldn’t help but tearing up.

Aiba, blushing a little, helped Ohno up. “This is so stupid,” he mumbled.

Nino took a deep breath. “That. Was. Priceless.”

Ohno stretched his arms. “Will you tell me why you told me to do this now, Nino?”

Aiba looked back and forth to Ohno and Nino. “What? You knew about the dare?”

Ohno nodded. “Nino told me to do whatever you asked of me.”

“And you accepted!?”

He scrolled his shoulders.

“I can’t believe you!” Aiba turned to Nino. “It’s against the rules to tell other people about our game!”

Nino smirked. “You’re right. But I figured, we don’t need games any more, do we?”

Aiba looked confused. “We don’t?”

Nino rolled his eyes. Aiba could be so slow sometimes. “I deserve a punishment for breaking the rules, don’t I? I have a suggestion.”

His friend squinted his eyes. “What is it?”

“Truth.”

Aiba gasped. “You never choose truth.”

Nino nodded. “Yeah, well, I never thought it was worth it.”

“And now it is?”

He nodded slowly. “If you ask the right question.”

Aiba stared at him. He crossed his arms. “Why are you doing this?”

‘Bingo’. He felt his heartbeat accelerate and his palms getting sweaty. Was he really going to do this?

“Because I like you,” he eventually said, a little embarrassed. “I liked you since the first time I saw you, okay?”

Aiba didn’t seem to catch what he was saying. “I know you do. We’re best friends.”

He scoffed. To his surprise, Ohno, who was still standing there - he totally forgot, by the way - started laughing to himself. Aiba turned with a confused expression.

“You know,” Ohno said. “We’ve been waiting for seventeen years for this.” He slapped his head. “Aw, crap, now I owe Matsujun 5000 yen.”

“You guys are the worst,” uttered Nino. He took Aiba’s hand. “Let’s go, Aibaka.”

“Wait!” He stood his ground, refusing to be dragged. “Where are we going? What’s happening here?”

Nino rolled his eyes. “Come on, I didn’t want to do this in front of Oh-chan, but you give me no choice.” He stood on tip-toes and gave Aiba a peck on the lips. “I like you too, okay? Oh, shut up!” he said to Ohno, who was laughing so much that he couldn’t breathe.

Aiba looked at him surprised. He put his hand on his lips, still unsure of what had just happened. “You like me too?” he repeated. “Wait!” He blushed a little. “How long have you known?”

Nino shrugged. “I had my suspects, but I figured it out by the time you dared me to kiss Sho-kun.”

“Then why didn’t you just ask instead of making me do this stupid dare!?”

“And what’s the fun in that?” he smirked.

Aiba rolled his eyes. “I’m going to regret this, am I not?”

“Probably,” he agreed.

“Definitely,” Ohno said in between chuckles.

Aiba sighed. “All right, Nino. Dare. But make it a good one." He smiled softly.

Nino smirked and took his hand. “Oh, don’t worry about that.”

Later at home, with Aiba sleeping soundly by his side, Nino couldn’t help but smiling to himself. He gently brushed the other man’s hair, trying not to wake him. He nestled closer and buried his face in his chest. Maybe one of these days, he thought, he could convince Aiba to choose ‘dare’ and dare him to marry him... He felt his conscience slipping away, in a dream of giggles, pink satin lingerie and Chinese food.

Someday...


Date: 2016-11-06 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nin-nin15.livejournal.com
This too!

(Like i'm sorry if I read all the endings >.<) but this has to be my favorite ending! :3

Date: 2016-11-06 09:38 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] falkner
Oh man, I liked all the endings. I love interactive stories, so this was a real treat to read/play :3

Date: 2016-11-06 10:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fabbimoraes.livejournal.com
Genial!
I loved the Aimiya interaction from the beginning of their friendship to the present day.
The secret game between them is very interesting, especially their refusal to give up the game to not be a chicken. Poor Nino, having to send embarrassing text to his mother "accidentally".
And Masaki also faced many embarrassing situations.
Nino is so cruel!
I laughed a lot!

The idea of five different endings was simply sensational.
Fortunately, I got to the Aimiya ending I expected in my first choice!
I loved it!
Thanks for the fun!

Date: 2016-11-07 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fabbimoraes.livejournal.com

As I was curious, I read the other endings.
I loved them too.
Aimiya is not my favorite couple, but in this fic, they had to stay together!
Thank you for writing!

Date: 2016-11-07 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] koi-choshi.livejournal.com
I can't believe my instincts lead me to the pairing I wanted (though I haven't read the others yet. I'll do it after work so that I can concentrate on every detail). ;)

(of course, it's just me but I think there's no other perfect ending but a resolved sexual tension between Nino and Aiba, forgive this stan.)

I really want to commend you on this. It's such great effort to do it this way! I look forward to other of your works like this. :D Thank you for writing!

Date: 2016-11-07 08:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] koi-choshi.livejournal.com
"I'm probably the closest to #1 Sakuraiba fan after Sho himself (lol jk)"

Oh my god I just couldn't resist commenting on this one lol...

Thanks again!
Edited Date: 2016-11-07 08:21 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-11-08 10:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mae74.livejournal.com
This was so much fun - I got Nino admitting his feelings to Aiba πŸ’›πŸ’š

Date: 2016-12-16 04:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wjktl.livejournal.com
This is wahhh!!!! Hajimete reading a fics like this...with different endings!
Love it all.... All aiba pairings are so sweet!
Thank you πŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’šπŸ’š

Date: 2017-05-07 11:15 pm (UTC)
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Enjoyed reading this so much! It was a fun and sweet Aimiya story and with the other endings the story could suddenly turn the other way! I'm off reading the other two endings I missed!

Btw, I laughed so hard at the comment Nino had to Sho after dare kissing him. I was like "daaaaaamn shots fired".

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