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  <title>[Arashi] Nino&apos;s Theme</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Nino&apos;s Theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Nino, one-sided (?) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words:&lt;/b&gt; 621&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comment:&lt;/b&gt; Short one-shot fic requested by &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_inuhariko&apos; lj:user=&apos;inuhariko&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://inuhariko.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://inuhariko.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;inuhariko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, because there&apos;s not enough of this around. XD About the title... I think someone should make a game about Nino just so we can have an original soundtrack with titles like &lt;i&gt;&quot;Nino&apos;s Theme&quot;&lt;/i&gt;, which would probably in turn have some kind of pretentious subtitle like &lt;i&gt;&quot;~without navigation~&quot;&lt;/i&gt;, or something equally as nonsensical. Am I the only one who thinks that would be great? Ohno would be the Navi-like advisor that rides around in Nino&apos;s hood throughout the game shouting &quot;HEY! LISTEN!&quot; every time Nino looks at something. Jun would be a secret playable character. Just imagine Nino&apos;s Theme playing while you read :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;She&apos;d be the first thing on Nino&apos;s mind when he got home in the evenings, no matter how tired he was.&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; She&apos;d be the first thing on Nino&apos;s mind when he got home in the evenings, no matter how tired he was. Shrugging off whatever he&apos;d worn to work, he&apos;d change into something clean and - hopefully - comfortable. It didn&apos;t matter, she didn&apos;t mind what he wore at all, really. &lt;i&gt;If only all girls were as easy-going as she is&lt;/i&gt;, he thought to himself ruefully.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; Tonight was much like any other. He kicked off his shoes, already pulling at his sweater before he&apos;d cleared the door-frame, stumbling into the bedroom with the lights off. On his way back through the apartment he stopped to grab a beer out of the fridge. It was casual, and that was what he liked about seeing her. Some nights he didn&apos;t have to do anything at all if he didn&apos;t feel like it. There was no obligation, no restriction on his activities, no nagging.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; The only trouble, he reasoned, was that he didn&apos;t seem to be getting anywhere. He talked to her, on occasion he even gave her things (something she should be twice as grateful for, if she really knew anything about him), he took her out. But still she just didn&apos;t seem to be warming to him the way he thought she should.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;It&apos;s never gone like this before,&lt;/i&gt; he thought, flopping onto the floor in front of the television. It wasn&apos;t like it was the first time he&apos;d tried to charm a girl, and his previous attempts had all gone rather swimmingly, even if he did think so himself. Neither was it something he could question his friends about; he wasn&apos;t about to look it up online, either. His pride ached just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; Decision time. Tonight was the night. He&apos;d tried everything else, now it was all or nothing. He sipped his beer mildly for a minute or two, plotting his course of action, legs neatly folded beneath him. Gazing at the television screen with barely-focused eyes, he ran through every eventuality. Would asking her out be too much, too soon? Or, in the worst case scenario, could she say she liked someone else?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; Half an hour later it wasn&apos;t going exactly as Nino had planned it. He&apos;d picked the wrong flowers, said the wrong thing about the (frankly hideous) dress she was wearing, probably taken her to a slightly too down-market restaurant. How was he supposed to know she preferred Spanish cuisine to French cuisine? It was all the same anyway! He tried to say the right things while wondering, privately, if this wasn&apos;t becoming more trouble than it was worth in the long run. All the time spent building up to this moment, hours and hours of precious spare time wasted that he could have spent sitting in bed with his DS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It was increasingly difficult not to answer a slew of questions in rude and sarcastic ways, just out of morbid curiosity to see how she&apos;d react.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &amp;nbsp; By the end of their so-called &quot;date&quot; he decided he&apos;d had just about enough. He jabbed the television off, angrily, throwing the controller to the floor in a fit of pique (just hard enough to satisfy, tempered enough that there was no danger of it not working the next time he picked it up) before shooting the Playstation a withering look. Stumbling out of the room, he tripped on a pile of magazines that became the sole recipient of his ill humour (in addition to receiving the business end of his other foot as punishment for being in the way) and fell into bed, vowing to stick to &lt;i&gt;Dragon Quest&lt;/i&gt; in the future.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; At least that was a game he knew how to beat.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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