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Guys, I finished a big paper recently and I thought I would celebrate by procrastinating on my next big paper (AKA MY THESIS?!?!?!) by writing some Arashi fic! WHOOOOOO

So I'm 20K into this [ profile] help_japan fill that I'm really excited about. I'm really nervous about it too, because in terms of writing style, I think it's kind of different from anything else I've written, but not in any way that I think is obvious to anyone but me. Explaining this change would be really weird and confusing for you and I both, so let's just say that I'm pleased with how it's developing, mostly (as much as I can be without being overly optimistic, I guess?), and can't wait to finish it and post it! This finishing business is going to take a bit more time, unfortunately, but I've still got a lot more story to get down and I really want it to turn out well, so I'm really spending a lot of time on it. The prompt was very nice and I hope I can do it justice, so.

IN THE MEANTIME my hero in life [ profile] harioto continues to shower me with joy I don't deserve by drawing me amazing things like Nino and Sho as Crowley and Aziraphale of Good Omens, respectively. In exchange, I promised her I'd write her a little something, and here is that something.

So obviously this was meant to be a Good Omens crossover, but I kind of butchered it??? There's barely any Good Omens lore in it, other than it's about this Antichrist kid but ACTUALLY about the relationship between an angel and a demon, neither of whom are very good at their jobs. Hey, if you're looking for a quality fic blog, please allow me to point you in the opposite direction.

The last words that Nino had said to him before stepping Below were, "See you, Sho-chan," smooth and unbothered, like he was planning to take a quick stroll around the clouds and be back in time for a theoretical supper. There'd been a flippant wave of his left hand, loose-wristed, while taking one easy step forward, no pause at all, and then he was gone. Forever, maybe. He hadn't even looked back.

An eternity together in Heaven and Sho had never seen this coming.

Sin 1: lying.


He met Nino again, of course. Of course Nino didn't die when he stepped out of Heaven. Sho knew the tales about what happened to angels who Fell, and even though turning to the dark side was pretty much a fate worse than death (so They said), it wasn't actually death. Additional support included the fact that as supernatural beings, they couldn't really do the whole being-born-then-expiring-sometime thing that mortals were so good at, as well as the fact that it was Nino. Sho was reasonably sure that the Apocalypse could come and go and Nino would probably make it through to the other side, none the worse for wear and maybe untouched by the whole thing entirely. He always had been good at avoiding work when he wanted to, which was a lot of the time. Nino didn't die, ergo, he existed somewhere, in some form, and therefore, God willing, they would somehow cross paths one day. The nature of having eternal life was that inevitably, everything that could happen would eventually happen; Sho just counted (prayed) on Nino being one of those things.

So when a thin, dark-haired young man of very familiar height and very familiar bad posture slunk into Sho's used bookstore one day, Sho wasn't that surprised; his first thought had been, "There he is, finally."

His second thought -- well, it was more of a feeling -- it couldn't be described in any language that Sho knew, which was all of them. Euphoria/relief/thankfulness/incredulity/triumph/all of the above. He was across the floor and had Nino wrapped in his arms before he took his next breath, which, when it came, it came out as a bit of a high-pitched grunt.

"All right, all right," Nino said, patting Sho's chest awkwardly from where his arms were smashed up against it, "I missed you too, Sho-chan."

This only succeeded in pulling another wrecked noise from Sho's throat.

It wasn't his intention to make a scene like that, as if it was some sort of long-awaited reunion of star-cross'd lovers, ripped directly from the pages of not Shakespeare, but a pulpy harlequin romance novel Sho never would admit to reading, much less liking. Had it been any other being whom he hadn't seen in a few hundred years and suddenly showed up out of the blue, Sho (likely) would have been able to keep his cool: hello old friend, glad to see you doing well, good grief, how the years have flown by!

But Nino was different. Nino had been Sho's best friend since time immemorial. In Sho's darker moments (yes, he was allowed), he really and truly wondered if Nino would ever show himself to Sho again before Sho was made to retire and given a permanent patch of grass in the Garden of Eden. He'd purposely asked for Earth-bound duties in order to increase his chances of finding Nino, but after the first two hundred years, Sho had been forced to consider the horrible idea that maybe, just maybe, Nino had really just given up. Purgatory was officially listed as the level of afterlife between Heaven and Hell where souls went to wait, but there were few things worse to Sho than spending an endless amount of time just sitting and doing absolutely nothing and in fact to him, Hell was preferable. That was another large difference between he and Nino, though -- Purgatory was actually more in line with Nino's definition of Heaven than Heaven was, and the truth of all Sho knew of Nino's Fall was that he went Below, somewhere. The destination, he'd always assumed. If Nino had ended up in Purgatory though, the entire universe could waste away before his eyes and he needn't lift a single feather. Sho would have to brave Purgatory himself to reach Nino then, so it was really with an incredible sense of thank GOD that Sho felt the sharp-edged physicality of Nino's human body, the warmth of Nino's skin, the functioning heart thumping behind Nino's bony ribcage -- for show, but still purposeful. Sho was just so happy to see him again.

And Nino was no little bit of unaffected as well. Because when he pulled off his sunglasses to blink up at Sho with his yellow, slit-pupil eyes (to be expected), Sho couldn't help but notice the extra glean of moisture pooling at the edges of his lashes, not enough for tears to spill over, but enough to squeeze Sho's own perfunctory heart hard enough that it hurt.

"How've you been, Sho-chan?" Nino asked, smiling, and Sho's third, real, coherent thought was that despite Nino being a demon now, he obviously hadn't lost the ability to put on an expression so innocent it could deceive an archangel.

Not speaking from experience, or anything.

When Nino used that look, bad things hovered on Sho's horizon, like distant storm clouds that turn out to be tornadoes. In the space of one microsecond, Sho's brain blipped a warning signal in a flash of red, a "wait a minute, what's going on here" kind of gut reaction, but then Nino's wiry arms came up to squeeze behind Sho's waist and Sho's thought was swept away in a tidal wave of joy of having his friend back.

Sin 20493: naïveté.


They ordered Chinese even though eating wasn't really a priority for them, because Sho liked food and take-out was one of Nino's favourite inventions of the modern world. By the time that the styrofoam cartons of dumplings and black bean noodles and cups of sweet and sour soup had been set out on Sho's enduringly unsteady table in the tiny apartment above his shop, Sho could almost imagine that he'd been doing this for ages, Nino had fit back in so seamlessly -- centuries of loneliness forgotten, as if they'd never existed in the first place.

"So tell me you heard the news," Nino asked him, as he swirled his soup and cast bored looks around Sho's cramped living room. His voice sounded equally bored, but Sho wasn't fooled. If anything at all was stolen from this place within the next two or three decades, Sho would know whose fault it was.

"About?" Sho asked politely. Who knew what was considered hefty topics of discussion in the Underworld. Nuclear bombs and child soldiers and late buses, the list was endless.

Nino rolled his eyes; with vertical pupils the effect was quite unsettling. "The birth. Of the Antichrist."

"Ah, right," said Sho. "Yes, of course I did. I guess the big day's fast approaching?"

"In two weeks, actually." Nino checked his digital watch. "Fourteen days, five hours, and twenty-six minutes. Give or take a few seconds."

"You have a countdown timer on your watch? We didn't get issued anything like that."

"Why would you? He's not one of yours."

"But we still have to talk partial responsibility for him. That's the whole point. Or maybe they don't teach it to you like that in Hell?" Sho asked, mildly afraid that he'd just offended Nino, and then immediately wondering if he ought to care. "It has been a while; did you forget the Scriptures? In Heaven, they tell us that the earthly birth of the Antichrist will herald the--"

"Yeah, yeah, imbalance on earth, purging, the Rapture, four horsemen, etcetera, I'm not dumb," Nino interrupted, flicking his chopsticks in the air. "It's all good, can't wait." He rubbed his cheek in annoyance.

Sho paused with a huge clump of noodles halfway into his mouth. "What? What's wrong?"

Nino raised incredulous eyebrows at him. "Don't tell me you're totally okay with it? One little baby who might bring about the end to the world as we know it, cause millions of souls to be reaped before their time?"

"It won't be before their time, how can it be before their time?" Sho frowned. "It'll be exactly their time because this is what the Scriptures dictate, so it's how things have to be. It's not a matter of being okay with it or not. It's going to happen regardless. That's why it's part of the Divine Plan."

"I know that," Nino said peevishly. He chewed on his food for a second, then burst out with, "But it's all depending on some snot-nosed brat! Who won't know left from right, much less good from evil! How the heck is it fair that he gets to decide the fate of the universe?"

Sho put down his chopsticks. He recognized that tone of panic, centuries apart or no. He'd heard it before, most notably the day that Nino had flown over to Sho's usual cloud patch and asked, apropos of nothing, if Hell really was as bad as all the hymns bitched about. "Nino," Sho said firmly. "What's really going on?"

Nino looked away.


"Sho-chan, I'm kind of appalled at the state of your place," said Nino. "The Dark Ages ended a while back, you know, why do you still have an analog television set? Are you selling antique tech as well as musty old books?"


"Figures that you'd open up a used bookstore, though. You were always reading, up in Heaven. Remember how I used to make fun of you carrying stone tablets around everywhere? I said--"

"Yes, I remember, you said the weight of them made my shoulders slope down -- Nino."

"--but anyway, I can't tell you," said Nino, irritated, shifting in his chair. "It's confidential."

Sho looked at him now, really looked at him, with the full scope of his angelic vision, peeling past the layers of human cloth, human skin, human bone, down to the core of Nino, where the heart of his soul sat, iridescent and pulsing, slightly off rhythm with the cosmic fabric that entwined every living thing in the world. It was a sluggish pulse, as if his centre light were pushing against some unseen weight, and though Nino's entire soul was tinted with the black shades of sin, that was part of his duty as a demon, and those marks were not the ones binding down Nino's life essence.

"What -- what are you doing!" Nino snapped, vanishing in a flash and reappearing at the opposite of the room. "You can't just do that without asking!"

But it was too late, Sho had already Seen. "Oh, Nino," he said. "You're in love?"

Even from where Nino was hidden, his face shadowed from light by the half-closed blinds of Sho's dusty window, Sho could make out the shamed curl of Nino's lip, the flush of his cheeks. Oh no.

"So what if I am?" Nino said, defiant, although his voice quivered slightly. "It's not a sin to fall in love."

"If it were, you'd be allowed to do it," Sho said, a bit more loudly than he'd intended. He rubbed his face, sighing. "You know we can't link ourselves to humans in that way."

"Stupid rule," Nino muttered.

"Necessary rule!" Sho amended. "Those rules are in place for a reason! If every angel or demon were free to tie down their lives with mortals, can you imagine the devastation that they'd wreak to the balance of things? There'd be miracles daily, people who defy all logic and beat disease and fatal injuries, not because they were fated to do so, but because some demon couldn't bear it for them to die! Even a single miracle can create huge ripple effects in human society, you must know that. We're all meant to follow--"

"Yes, yes, inevitability, everything is destined to be, okay!" Nino said, wings suddenly snapping into view. They stretched out practically the full length of Sho's living room, matte white feathers trembling and frayed at the very tips; evidently they didn't get much use down in Hell.

Sho frowned. "There's no need to be dramatic. I'm just stating facts."

Nino sucked his lips in and reigned his wings back in; they disappeared past his shoulders into the air and Nino straightened his shoulders. "Sorry. I'm just. Stressed."

His cringing expression spoke volumes. "Don't tell me that you being in love has something to do with the Birth?" Sho said, aghast.

Nino's heavy silence was answer enough.

"How--what?" Sho sputtered. "How is that even possible? The Child hasn't even been born yet, how on earth can he have anything to do with--" he stopped, eyes widening in shock. "You--"

Nino covered his face with his hands and pushed in his cheeks.

"You fell in love with his mom?!"

"Worse," Nino said, face scrunched with misery. "His dad."


The prophecy went something like this:

The Antichrist would be born on a Tuesday morning, in the 6th hour of the 6th day of the 6th month, in a year after the Internet had been invented but before rocket-powered skateboards, in the decade when polio was almost cured but HIV and AIDS were rampant, when money flow controlled governments and brainless celebrity culture controlled money flow, when teen pop sensations could order armies and social media could create and destroy the metaphorical equivalent of Rome in the space of a day, and there would be a fashion trend for young suburban men in Western countries to pull their pants down halfway to their ankles and waddle around as if they were developmentally-stunted penguins.

It may or it may not be raining that day. Weather patterns were never wholly predictable.

The Antichrist would be born to a normal woman and normal man in a normal marriage in a normal hospital in a perfectly textbook pregnancy, except for the fact that this baby would one day bring about the Apocalypse and usher in a new dawn of mankind that involved a significantly lesser amount of men.

The Antichrist would be recognized because while the delivery itself would be smooth and effortless, the mother would die as soon as the baby took his first solo breath, and the doctor would die as soon as he cut the umbilical cord, and the father would die as soon as he locked eyes with his motherless son. They would perish because this baby would be the Harbinger of Death, and bringing him into the world, though an event destined from the very Beginning, was something deserving of punishment.

The Antichrist would then be brought up by equal measure of forces good and evil, nursed by angels and hardened by demons, and he would grow into his providence as the Scriptures wrote, and he would learn of his power and his role in the world, and he would fulfill it, be the vessel from which Destruction and Absolution both stemmed forth and spread across the planet with divine reckoning.

The Antichrist's favourite food would be either butterscotch or tapioca pudding; it was open to interpretation.


"That is very bad," Sho said, after his head had stopped spinning with the wickedness of it all. "So bad. Really terribly bad. You're a terrible person."

"Demon," said Nino, mouth quirking ironically.

"Right. But this is bad, even for you. Not even evil. Just -- bad. On a scale of one to ten, this act would be negative five hundred."

"Yes, thank you, I get the picture."

"THE CHILD'S FATHER," shouted Sho, as if it bore repeating at a louder volume.

Nino coughed, inspected his nails. "Well, in my defense, he's really cute."

Sho put his head down on the table. After a moment of truly intense remorse at his taste in friends, he lifted it partially. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to just let things be and allow the guy to die when he's supposed to?" he asked hopefully.

Nino's glare was ice cold. "Are you kidding me? I won't have those nasty assholes in the afterlife putting their dirty, grubby paws all over his soul."

"You don't think he'll go to Heaven?"

"Of course I do," Nino answered pointedly. Sho wisely decided he would not waste energy in being insulted.

"Okay, let's think about this logically. You are in love with a mortal man, who is doomed to die in about two weeks--"

"And five hours, give or take a few minutes."

"--and even though he is ordained to die, and please note the emphasis on that word--"


"--you, because you're in love with him, want to keep him alive. Even though he has to die, once his son, the Antichrist, is born."

"Sho-chan is still the smartest," Nino chirped, smiling disarmingly.

"It's not hard to seem smart when you get yourself into incredibly stupid situations like this!" Sho shrieked.

"Ah, well. I may be stupid, but I'm not a fool." Nino walked back to the table and thumped down in his chair with the air of a game show presenter. "I, have a plan."

Several alarm noises started blaring inside Sho's head.

"See, the way I figured it, the dad is supposed to die when he meets the eyes of this kid, right? But what if he doesn't ever get to look his kid in the eyes? Then he wouldn't have to die, right?"

Sho, willfully paralyzed in his seat, didn't trust himself to say anything for fear of giving Nino even the slightest modicum of encouragement.

"Exactly," Nino pressed on, clearly getting all the encouragement he needed from his own audacity. "So, I thought, why don't I just intercept this guy before the doctor hands him the baby? Better yet, why don't I take him away from the hospital altogether while his wife is giving birth, so there's no chance at all of him locking gaze with the baby?"

Sho bent. "That's--that's really unfair to his wife," he said feebly, feeling as if he were grasping at oil-slick straws. "She shouldn't have to deal with her first baby without her husband."

He wasn't expecting Nino to nod at this. "Sho-chan, that's what I thought too!"

"So you gave up your idea for the insanity that it was?"

"No, I decided that it would be beneficial to all parties involved if I got some very talented, very smart, very gracious and kind person to substitute for the role of the husband for an extremely temporary amount of time."

Sho stared. "But that's even more ridiculous, because that guy will definitely die too, and causing an unnecessary death is almost as bad as preventing one. Even ignoring the incredible fact that you're planning to whisk away a very important soul right from under Heaven's nose, the only way you'd not make the balance worse is if you enlisted someone who... couldn't..." Sho's jaw dropped.

Nino beamed. "Yes?" he said helpfully. "Someone who couldn't?"

"...Die," Sho finished, voice a croak. He jumped to his feet. "Holy -- NO, Nino. No, no no, there is no way I will -- absolutely not, do you hear me, I won't allow for you to push me into this when you know that we both have jobs to do; I cannot believe that you would even consider asking me to--" and here, once again, Sho's words dried up in his throat, because Nino darted forward, fell to his knees, clasped Sho's right hand in both of his smaller ones, and held Sho's fingers to his chin. His furrowed, pained expression painted a tragedy worthy of Michaelangelo's brushes and his eyes were luminous, that utter bastard.

"Please, Sho-chan?" Nino begged, in his smallest and most pitiful voice. "Help me out? For old time's sake?"

Sho said nothing, his words gone and mind blank; could do nothing but stand there as he felt the heart in his chest shatter into so many shards that God Himself would have trouble counting them.

Sin 20494: a weak spirit.



there's a lot more in my head including angsty Nino and Sho backstory but my butt is numb from sitting for a very long time so i have to go lie down now good night everyone

PS. If you need more Good Omens!Nino & Sho fix, which OF COURSE YOU DO, please head over to the amazing [ profile] taykash's wonderful fic here. more more more i say, never enough good omens AUs

Date: 2012-04-21 07:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
how do you do this prim, how i ask you good god

Date: 2012-04-21 03:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
O__O I, uh, thought of stuff that would be funny to write and then wrote it down? I mean, the Good Omens universe is so rich with style and complexity, I'm just piggybacking off of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett's talents. OTL

Date: 2012-04-21 03:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
EEEEEE. I love Good Omens so, SO much, and this is just so great. Sho/Nino BFF-ery is eternal!

Date: 2012-04-21 04:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you bb!! :>

Date: 2012-04-21 04:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

...and I've never even read Good Omens. (thought I've heard lots about it).

Date: 2012-04-22 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
PLEASE READ IT IF YOU CAN! It is an amazing book. It invokes lots of feelings in me. I honestly am not the biggest fan of wing!fic (even though I am hypocrite and I've written it...) but in the context of Good Omens YES PLEASE. Okay well wings play like NO ROLE at all in the story so... anyway yes I would recommend that book!

Date: 2012-04-22 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
oh god thank you so much for this. it really made my day after hours of last-minute studying for tomorrow's exam. ugh how do you write like this ♥

Date: 2012-04-22 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I refuse to take thanks for this when it was 100% self-gratuitous, but I'm liking that you enjoyed it! Hope you did well on your exam! ♥

Date: 2012-04-23 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OMG, Good Omens crossover?!?! You are brilliant. Brilliant, I say! Nino and Sho are so perfect for these roles. And I can totally picture Nino sauntering vaguely downward.

Date: 2012-04-24 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Haha, I thought they were rather perfect too! Good Omens is great. Just so great. Thanks for the comment, bb! :) Hope you're doing okay!

Date: 2012-04-23 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
n genius!!

Date: 2012-04-24 05:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Haha, is it very confusing? Basically the whole deal is that Nino is a demon and Sho is an angel, and there's this really important baby who's supposed to be born, but Nino wants to screw everything up! WHAT ELSE IS NEW

But thanks!

Date: 2012-04-30 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh PERFECTION OMG I didn't know I needed this until it was in my life!!! This couldn't be better if Neil and Terry were working on it!

Seriously, Nino and Sho are the perfect people for Crowley and Aziraphale. I really hope you can continue this!

Date: 2012-04-30 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm already panicking a bit because I don't really know how to continue this -- well, no that's a lie, I know what I want to write, but writing one of the other Arashi members with kids is very intimidating to me. SO IDK I will have to gather courage/more inspiration somehow! But yeah I'd like to keep going if I can, Good Omens is suuuuch a fun book omg

and JDLKA:DJA what is this comparison to Neil and Terry YOU ARE CRAZY, I AM BLUSHING HARD!!! Thank you!!!

Date: 2012-05-05 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So, um, I really need to buy Good Omens. Seriously, I've been told it's a great book and I REALLY WANNA READ IT NOW THANKS TO YOU AND TAYKASH. :D

Anyway, taykash's fic was awesome. I sincerely cannot wait to read the rest of this. Ohno would make an adorable dad. Too bad his son will literally kill him once he's born.

Date: 2012-05-07 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Also, l m f a o why do you assume that it's Ohno who's the dad! ;)

Date: 2012-05-07 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
'Cause. I have a feelin'.

(For some reason, as I typed that out, I came up with a little diddy to it. I'm not sure where it came from or how it came to be, but it's a silly song regardless. xD)

But anyway, when Nino said the Dad is cute, I thought of Aiba-chan and Oh-chan as the top contenders. Knowing Nino loves mocking Aiba-chan (I could imagine him being an angel, too. :P), I figured the only person left would be Oh-chan. Where I came up with that logic idk, LOL. OH! And you write a lot of Ohmiya, too. xD

Date: 2012-05-08 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
These are all good points! It would indeed be Aiba or Ohno. For this particular fic I was thinking Aiba, actually, because of some convoluted twist I wanted to inflict upon the poor plot somewhere far down the line, but I really really hadn't thought it out very well. At this point I have no idea what's going on with this fic so Ohno would be an equally good choice!

Edited Date: 2012-05-08 02:14 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-05-08 10:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Weeeeeee, Aiba works, too, because there isn't NEARLY enough Aimiya fic out there! xD

Buuuuuuuut, if you ever get around to fleshing and writing out the rest of the fic, I shall be waiting in the wings. :3

Date: 2012-06-11 05:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
WHAT. Okay I vaguely remember you telling me you were writing this but I definitely missed any indication of you posting it. So since you left me to discover this myself I hope you will excuse the very long time it's taken me to finally read it.

All that aside this is just adorable. I especially love all the counting. Counting up, counting down. Ahhhhh!! This reads like chapter 0 of something really long and constructed. If I promise to finish reading Good Omens will you promise to write more? <3<3<3

Date: 2012-06-13 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
actually i'm a total boob and forgot to tell you about it, i think........... i thought i would link you one day when i had something more conclusive down but JOKE'S ON ME, to this day i haven't written a single additional word for this "fic" so... IT'S MY FAULT OMG x__x sorry!!!


ps omg how are you!!!!!!
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