KYA~~!!
i love this fic.. hontou!!

can't wait for the next update..

uuahhh... nino-ness!!!!

another amazing fiction... sugoiiii

can't wait to read more!!!!

how i wish this could happen to me :P:P:P

AHAHAHAAHA!Omishiroii ne~

They're so kawaii!
Nino's like a husband who wants his wife to make him breakfast in the morning

Not wearing anything inside?! SHOCKIN'

Please update soon!

botanbutton: well, this fic is too much nino-exposure... happy reading!

g_ann93: what is your hypothesis? tell me if that is the same with this chapter...

saikou-chan12: irrashai... and thanks

kristyndavid: actually... no...

arashikim: thanks

bahiyahnor: i also wish that would happen to me (but first, i have to study in japan for that to happen)

hyd_superfan: that's not like what you think! people don't usually sleep in an all-gear inside their shirt, ne?

i was kinda confused at first with the forum changes. but i love it! anyway, here's the update. i still don't have school tomorrow but i'll have to study. i hope you enjoy this new chapter...!

And at last, the creative juices for Sho's fic has started to flow!!

CHAPTER 3:

“Itai!” he complained as he writhed in pain on the couch. He was still holding his stomach. “Are you a martial artist or something?”

I blushed. “Gomenasai,” I apologized, putting ice on his stomach. “Does it really hurt?”

“I was lucky you did not hit me down there,” he said. That made me redder. “You act randomly.”

“I do not!” I protested. “It’s just that…” “Arrgghh… Cho, stop blushing in front of him!” “… So, yeah, right, that was my fault.”

“I noticed you still haven’t changed clothes,” he said, his smirk still evident through his pained face.

Well, yes, I haven’t. That made me run back inside my room. I changed to long sleeves and jogging pants, covering my whole body. “I hate you, Ninomiya Kazunari!” I shouted, throwing pillows all over the room. It hit the collection cabinet, making one of the Nino uchiwa fall down.

I picked the fan down and stared at the face. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” I said, shaking the uchiwa furiously. I was about to break it in half when my logical side got into me. “Well, I still could make this to good use… like… fanning charcoal!” I laughed dryly, of course that’s not serious. How much did I pay for that freaking uchiwa, anyway? Money and blood (literally blood).

I got out of the room; he was not on the couch anymore. “Ninomiya-san?” I called out. I felt suddenly cold at my nape. “AHHH!!”

I turned around. Nino was laughing loudly, holding the icepack on his hands. He placed that on my nape when I did not expect him to. “You’re an unsuspecting victim, Warashi-san!”

I turned to him angrily. I forgot to tell everyone: the thing I hate the most is being played on. It really pisses me off. It’s equal to facing humiliation. This was humiliation. “Ninomiya-san!!!” I shouted, chasing him around the room.

He was laughing as he tried to duck from my fury. We were chasing all around the room, both laughing and teasing each other. Maybe I was dreaming. Onegai, someone wake me up if I’m dreaming! I couldn’t be laughing, chasing and playing with Kazunari Ninomiya in my humble apartment! Okay, it’s not just MY apartment.

***

“Eh? You mean I just have to submit a research paper to graduate? That’s only it?” I asked, shocked.

“Hai,” my sensei replied. “It’s like the last project for this term,” she explained. “However, the only available research facility for your proposal is in Osaka.”

“Osaka?” I voiced out. I was eating burger in McDonalds. “Isn’t that far, sensei?”

“I know, Warashi-san. However, it’s the only way. If you don’t do that, you won’t graduate,” she said in a sorry voice. Screw graduation papers!

“Daijoubu. I think I can manage to go to Osaka…”

“It’s not that easy, Warashi-san,” she said further. “You have to pay the laboratory fee, which amounts to Y100, 000.”

“One hundred…!” I almost shouted. Seeing that people are staring at me, I lowered my voice. “One hundred thousand?” I hissed at the phone.

“Gomen, I could not do anything about it. I already sent recommendations and requests everywhere about you but it seemed like no one can… or no one wanted to sponsor you,” sensei said. “But I’ll give you time.”

“Hai,” I managed to reply. “As if I have the time to get Y100, 000. That big amount of money could not fall down from the sky!” I thought.

“So, Warashi-san, ganbatte kudasai,” she said before hanging up.

I almost threw my phone back to my bag. I even lost my appetite. I looked at the poster hanging above me. It was Arashi endorsing the fastfood chain. “And why are you looking at me like that?” I asked the smirking Nino on the poster. A woman looked at me as though I was crazy.

I slowly made my way back home. After fitting the key, I saw that the living room was quite untidy. And he was not here.

“I hate this,” I muttered under my breath as I started clearing the boxes. It looked like he also has his own kitchen stuff. I decided to put his stuff in an empty kitchen cabinet.

I took the other boxes and placed it inside the room. He did not lock it. I entered the room, with the same layout as mine, and saw that the room was still in a mess. I also decided to clean it up. I placed all his games on the shelves, his consoles stacked neatly beside the television set, his clothes (that was miraculously neatly folded) inside the clothes cabinet, and this and that. I also did some dusting. After almost an hour, it was all done.

“Seriously, I am not a housemaid. Why am I doing this?” I wondered loudly. His room was already clean so I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower.

I returned to my room to change clothes then I took my passbook. “I could not go to Osaka with this amount!” I said. Of course, aside from the Y100, 000, I also have to live, eat, and sleep. Plus my fare to the city. And of course, I have to pay my part of the rent in this apartment. And most especially, my medicine.

“Graduate or not to graduate?” I asked. My eyes turned towards my collection cabinet. My eyes started to fill with tears. “Gomenasai! I have to graduate!” I wailed, bowing in front of the cabinet as though it was an altar or something. I slowly opened the cabinet and slowly stacked the CDs, DVDs, photobooks, uchiwa, clearfiles, penlight, pamphlets, etc. etc. etc. on my bed and took a pen and notebook from my bedside table.

I started looking at each item, listing it on the notebook and indicating the proposed price. I looked like a child crying for toys, really, as I counted each item. They were all in good condition that they all looked new!

“I can’t do this!” I wailed repeatedly as the list got longer. But surely, selling these stuff (or auctioning, rather) will help me get the amount I needed. I was crying uncontrollably as I looked at them. I buried my face on the sheets as the stuff was in front of me, agonizingly torturing me. The thought of putting all of them in packages and sending them off to the unknown was like sending your own child to the other end of the universe!

I was almost gasping for breath as I clutched my chest. It was painful. Tears filled my eyes as I laid my head on the bed, trying to make the pain go away.

“Hey, Warashi-san… what the…?” I tried to sit up as I was kneeling on the floor, hiding the pain. He looked at the bed. “Eh?”

I stopped crying and looked at the intruder. “Oh no, not you,” I thought as I saw Ninomiya Kazunari, showing a horrified/shocked/amused face as he saw the stuff I was crying on.

“What do you want? Go away,” I said, throwing a pillow on him. He ducked.

He approached me and kneeled in front of me, looking at the bizarre collection on the bed. “I did not know you were obsessed with me!” he said with interest. He smirked.

I cried again. “I’m not obsessed with you!” I shouted madly, my arms flailing all around. I just felt the chest pain go away, maybe because of too much anger.

It was totally annoying. I am desperate here and the last thing I needed is someone to taunt me. “Then why are you crying in front of all of these? They all look like they have my faces…”

“Uruseiyo! I’m going to sell them!” I screamed.

His face contorted from his mocking grin to a confused look. “Sell… sell all of these?” He grabbed a CD. “I haven’t even seen one of these in… in seven years!”

I wiped my tears with my hands. “Do you think I have a choice?” I asked him, taking the CD back. “And don’t touch them! They might get ruined or scratched.”

“You could sell it in a higher price if you tell them I touched it,” he said innocently.

“And who would believe me, anyway?” I asked him back. I was still sobbing and I was hiccupping too.

“Well…” his voice drifted away. “Why do you need to sell them, anyway? By the looks of it, they all look precious to you.” He took the uchiwa showing his face and waved it at me, smiling funnily. If he’s trying to make me feel better, that was not working.

I tried to grab the uchiwa from him but I missed, falling face first on the floor. He helped me sit up again. “Daijoubu?” he asked.

“DO I LOOK FINE?” I shouted at him. “I have to get Y100, 000 to use the research facility in Osaka, I need to also have my fare to go there, living expenses, and I have to pay the rent for this apartment!” I was already crying on his shirt.

I felt him touch my head. “Oi, stop crying,” he said, patting my head a few times. “You don’t really have to pay the rent immediately. I could pay it then you pay your part when you can.”

“That doesn’t solve the problem!” I shouted.

He sighed, still looking at the goodies. By the look at his face, even he hasn’t seen a collection that big before. And the thought of me, a faithful fan, selling them because I couldn’t live staring at them forever, was horrendous.

“Want a part-time job?”

“Eh?”

“Part-time job? So you wouldn’t have to sell them?”

“I have part-time jobs! I work in a coffee shop, clothes shop, laundry shop…” the unending list went on.

“Chotto matte, you work that much?” he asked. He looked at me, it took him that long to figure out? “And you’re studying?”

I nodded.

He sighed again. “Quit all of your jobs.”

“What are you…?”

“I told you I’m giving you a job!” he repeated. “Y50, 000 a month.”

I looked at his hand, his palm outstretched to show ‘five’. I took it, staring at the number of fingers he was showing. Oh, his hands are indeed like hamburgers. “Are you… are you sure?”

He grabbed his hand back, his eyebrows almost touching each other. “Hai.”

I looked at him suspiciously. “What job is that?” I asked.

“Simple. You’ll be my P.A.”

“P.A.? Maji?” I asked in skepticism. “Yada!”

It was one of my stupid and bizarre dreams to work as a P.A. of even one of the members of Arashi. Wipe their shoes, carry their clothes, comb their hair, or even fan them endlessly. But this is getting out of line.

“Don’t you want to?”

“P.A.? Of you?”

“You also don’t have to pay the rent… well, not until you could pay it…”

“Eh?” That was a nice offer. But is he really going to make me just a P.A.? I mean, he’s like buying my life with that price! Well, I don’t really cost that low. But P.A.s are not paid that high!

“If you don’t want to…”

“I’ll take it!” I said. I was desperate. “I’ll be your P.A.!”

“Of course, that includes cleaning the house, serving me breakfast, and going with me in places, as a P.A., of course,” he reminded. “Don’t you have school?”

“Whatever,” I replied. “And the only thing I needed to do to graduate is to finish my research proposal.”

“Good,” he replied. “Just promise me one thing…”

“Nani?”

“Never sell any of these,” he said, pointing at the bed. “Those are precious vintage treasures, Warashi-san.”

I looked at him appreciatively. At least he cares for my collection. “Hai.”

“And call me Ninomiya-sama…”

“Ninomi… eh?”

“Just joking. I’ll call you Cho, then. You’re family name’s too long!”

“Whatever pleases you,” I replied.

“And now, as my P.A., I want you to cook dinner,” he ordered, standing up as high and mighty as a prince. And what would you call me? His slave?

“Can’t I just start tomorrow?” I complained. I’m still tired from my other jobs.

“Well then, forget the deal if you don’t start now,” he said threateningly.

“Iie! I’ll do it! But we don’t have anything!” I complained further.

“Mendokusai ne?” he said, shaking his head. “I have guests coming tonight. They’ll arrive at 9:00.”

I glanced at the clock. “Damn you, Ninomiya!” I thought as I saw that it was already 8:00. “And what do you expect me to do in this one-hour time limit? Slice your body so that they’ll have something to eat?”

“Nothing like that,” he said, laughing a little. “Daijoubu. I bought stuff to cook because I know they’ll be coming over. Now move faster before the clock strikes nine.”

“How about these?” I asked him, looking at the piles of CDs and other stuff.

He looked at them. “Nobody would steal them, baka,” he assured me. We both got out of the room and he closed the door gently.

I went to the kitchen and emptied the shopping bags, thinking of what I could cook with the variety of food he bought. “This looks like he just dumped them on the cart and paid for them,” I said as I thought of something… something fast!

I took the eggs from the fridge and the chicken he bought. Guess I have no choice then but to use my cutlery set since it looked like he doesn’t have his own.

He got out of his room. He has changed into a simpler set of clothes. He looked surprise to see that everything’s set on the low table. “Sugoii! You’re that fast?”

I was just removing the apron and cleaning the counter when the doorbell rang. Like a cat, I crept at the wall dividing the door and the kitchen, pressing my ear on the wall.

ahh... becoming nino's pa... i'd love to do that... hahahaha....

but he's simply annoying...

cho's medicine? she's sick???

lol....uhm...u wanna know? but its kinda far...i thought he was gonna give cho a comment that says she was that flat-chested or sumthing...wahaha...but i was ryt on the 'down there' comment at least...
haha...see, its far...wahaha...

this chapter is rily good! coz i thought nino would make revenge at her in any way...like being his PA....wahaha...ni no arashi!!!yey~~~

pls continue~~~

wahhh!! is cho sick?? what kind of disease?

waahhh! Nino's PA, such a lucky woman.. and paid that high! wahhh!!

love this fic.. really.. please continue..

why does she needs some medicines?!


well anyways....nino!!..i can be your P.A. for free!!...muwahahahaha



and...eeehhh??!!!.....GUEST?!?!....does that includes THE FOUR GUYS?!....O GEESSSH!!...CHO! YOUR A ONE LUCKY GIRL NE?!


hehehe...

UPDATE PLEASE!!!

yeah new fic they were intresting!!! update when you are free nice job there choshi love it love it so much
i want to live in the same apartment with nino toooooooooo

hahah this is so great fic.. i laughed at 'Ninomiya-sama' so much! Nino must really love that girl since he pays that much for being his P.A. ^^ i can't wait to see the guests appearing in the next chapter..

MEDICINE?!FOR WHAT??!
Mysteriouss~

P.A.?!
Waaa..kawaii ne~

Hehe..Ninomiya-sama
I'd just love to brush HIS hair

OOOHHH...I wonder who the guests are...
Arashi maybe?
Waaaa..Cho-chan...you are one chou luckylucky gal

Thanks for the update!!

bahiyahnor: of course, everything has its pros and cons... and in cho's case... nino is both the pro and the con.

g_ann93: you failed guessing for the first time, dear...

arashikim: hai... i think being a PA would not even reach Y10 000, ne?

kristyndavid: hai... i would like to be their PA... even for free...

niska842003: thank you

minnde: ninomiya-sama? haha... it was a fragment of my demented brain... i sometimes call nino ninomiya-sama...

update because i'm a comment whore and this story sure got a large deal of comments... you sure know how to please me... haha


CHAPTER 4:

“Yo!” I heard voices from the door.

“Nino, this place is cozy!”

“And unbelievably clean!” a comment from a high-pitched, breathy voice came.

“Err… why don’t you all come inside because you’re absolutely blocking the way?” Nino asked.

I heard scrambling and footsteps going inside the apartment. That made me stop the eavesdropping (I mean, why am I doing that, anyway?). “Yappari,” I said with a sigh while wiping the tabletop. “Bringing them here, what more can I get?”

“And that is my housemate, Warashi Cho,” Nino introduced, pointing at me. I frowned at him. It seemed like everyone was silent for a short while. Nino cleared his throat loudly.

“Konbanwa,” Sho greeted politely.

“Hello!” Aiba said, waving his hand energetically I was scared that it could fall off.

Jun bowed a little. “Konbanwa, Matsumoto Jun desu.”

Ohno bowed a little awkwardly. “Yo.”

I didn’t know if I was just facing impersonators, or if I was in a bizarre dream, or maybe I have read too much ‘insert-your-name-here’ fan fictions, or if I had drugs (which was impossible), or if I inhaled too much chemicals in our chemistry lab, or if I overworked myself, or if I’m dead and I’m in heaven. But the five of them were standing in front of me!

“Cho, calm down,” my brain said. But my heart was pounding wildly I could put my chest on a taika drum and it would definitely sound off. “Ha…ha… hajimemashite!” I greeted, stuttering, as I bowed, accidentally hitting my forehead on the table top.

“Daijoubu desu ka?” Aiba asked. Of course the hit was obvious, it sounded throughout the apartment.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’s just… ecstatic,” Nino said.

Aiba was next to me, looking at my now red forehead. “Eh? Nande?”

“She’s our fan. Actually, my fan,” Nino sneered.

I wanted to contradict him but with my head spinning, I think I could not. “Just sit here,” Aiba said, pulling out a stool.

“Minna, tabemashou!” Ohno shouted as he removed the piece of cloth covering dinner. He was already seated when everyone sat down.

“Why don’t we invite your housemate to eat with us?” Jun asked, looking at me as I was trying to make my forehead feel better.

Nino pursed his lips. “Oi, Cho-chan! Join us here!” he said.

“That’s so rude, Nino. You talk to her as though she’s someone lower than you,” Sho scolded.

“Well…” he eyes me as I sat beside him. “She’ll be my new P.A.”

They all stopped eating and looked at Nino as though he was crazy or something.

“P.A.?”

“Riida, please see if Nino’s sick.”

“I’m not sick,” Nino said in a scary voice, silencing everyone. “I just decided to have a P.A. and Cho-chan here gladly took the job.”

“But still, you have to be kind to her, ne, err… can I call you Cho-chan too?” Ohno asked.

I just nodded. I feel like I could not eat. I feel like I could not speak.

“Nino, you know very well that if you get a P.A., you have to pay for that yourself, and not the jimusho,” Sho explained. “And knowing you, you won’t spend for a P.A. You’d rather carry your stuff yourself…”

“…Or ask my PA to carry your stuff too,” Jun added.

“Well, I decided I could do with a PA,” Nino said. He already started eating. “I admit, this tastes good.”

“Umai!” Ohno said, putting up a dreamy face. “Nino, are you sure she’ll be your PA?” He looked like he was envious that Nino would get a PA who knows how to cook. Well, I’m not really saying I’m a cooking expert.

“Riida, you have your own private cook!” Aiba replied. The chopsticks were still settled inside his mouth. “Cho-chan, this tastes awesome!”

“Arigatou,” I said, repeatedly bowing in front of them. I just made sure I wouldn’t hit the table.

“Oh, it’s already late,” Nino told everyone. “Now scram.”

“Eh? We just finished dinner!” Aiba exclaimed.

“Yeah right,” Nino said sarcastically. He opened the door. “We don’t want to let Cho-chan stay up late cleaning up this mess, do we?” I did not miss it, Nino looked at Ohno with a raised eyebrow.

Ohno started to nod vigorously. “I think it’s better if we go home now.” He stood up.

Nino put his arm around him. “See? Even Oh-chan agrees with me!”

Everyone stood up from the low table and I started cleaning it up. I was in the kitchen when I heard their small conversation from the wall divider.

“Nino…” Ohno started.

“Nande?”

“It’s about her…”

Sho also joined. “Doesn’t she remind you…?”

“Urusei!” Nino hissed. “Don’t talk about that here,” he said.

The door closed. I hastily went back to the sink, confused about the conversation that did not really mean anything.

Nino sat across the counter, watching me wash the dishes. “Why don’t you go sleep?” I asked him. “It’s late.”

He just smiled, putting his arms on the table and laying his head on them.

“Oi, I did not tell you to sleep there,” I said, tapping his shoulder as he was motionless on the counter table.

“I’m not asleep, baka,” he said. “I just want to make sure that you’re fine.”

“Nande?”

After the work, I went to my room to keep the things again, relieved that I did not have to sell them. He sat on my bed as he looked at the other items. “They did not even give me a copy of this one!” he said angrily as he saw a limited edition version of a CD.

“I thought you get your own copy,” I asked him as I properly and carefully arranged the CDs on a pile. I took the one he was holding.

“Well, sometimes, I forget to take mine,” he explained. “Nice room. Is yellow your favorite color?”

I just nodded.

“It’s really neat. Oh, by the way, thank you for cleaning up my room. I can’t believe you cleaned it even before I asked you to be my PA.”

“Don’t mention it,” I replied, closing the cabinet. “I just don’t like seeing untidy stuff around. You don’t want to see your consoles out of the window, ne?”

He was silent as he stared at me. “Ninomiya-san?” I called out, as he seemed to be traveling to some faraway place. “Ninomiya-san? Oi!” I waved my hand over his face. It did not work. I took a large book from my bookshelf and slammed it shut in front of him.

“AH!” he shouted. “Why did you do that for?” he asked irritably.

“You were spacing out. And I thought it’s only Ohno-kun who does that,” I said sarcastically. “I’m going to sleep now.”

“Hai,” he said, standing up from the bed. “Oyasumi.”

“Oyasumi,” I greeted back. I closed the door behind me.

“Oh, chotto matte, Cho-chan,” he said from behind the door.

“Nani?”

“Tomorrow, we’ll have a taping tomorrow. I guess your work starts tomorrow then,” he said from behind the door.

“What time should I wake up?”

“Before 6 will do,” he said.

“Hai. I’ll prepare breakfast,” I said.

“Anou… can you prepare packed breakfast for everyone?” he asked.

I smiled unknowingly. “I will.”

“Arigatou. Oyasumi,” he said. Then it was followed by silence. I opened the door a little and saw his door close.

Why does my heart beat with familiarity everytime I see him? Why does it feel like I knew him before? It’s impossible, I’m just a fan of him.

We have never met before.

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i think you all have a common question that i couldn't answer...

hai.. nino will pay her high amount.. good for her..

and..

i think the story becomes more and more interesting ne.. on every updates you do..

wahhh!! is cho has something to do with nino before? wahhhh!!

please do update if you have time. .

I'm loving your fics!! maybe Cho has an amnesia or something?
I know you're busy with school, but I'm looking forward for your updates!

Ah, i love this! I cant wait to see where you are going to take this! I really like your writing style, and you have a knack for writing Nino!
<3
Shan