Title : Dejavoo
Pairing : Aiba x OC
Genre : drama, monolog
Length : one shot
Rating : pg
Disclaimer : fiction
Warning : may be a character death.
Summary : Fainfully, silently, lonely...


BANG! The sound of gun fired was heard and the shooter walk away. His body was shaken. Pain. He can feel pain slowly eating his skin and muscle. His shaking hand move to touch his stomach and he feel wet liquid. He didn’t dare to look down so he just stand still, but not for long. His knee stop functioning and his body was now on the ground, dying, painfully, silently and alone. And then, he see someone about one feet from him, a girl wearing white summer dress.
“Stay with me! Please…” the girl’s voice is cracking. He tried to raise his hand but it was too heavy. As heavy as his soon to be shutting eyes. In no time, he was engulfed by the silent darkness.

He open his eyes, his forehead was wet with sweat. He was gasping. His hand slowly touch his stomach, the way he touched it earlier. It was wet too! But only with sweats that are covering the ripped abdomen. He was still in shock when his phone rang, showing his manager number. He quickly calm himself, take a deep breath and bring his body from bed to the bathroom. As soon as he steps out from his apartment, he puts on a face mask to cover his face and a great effort to cover his uneasy feeling that is gushing his guts.
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“The number of cases of bank robery is getting worse. They even hurt the bank staff and customers! How unforgiven…” Sakurai Sho mumble behind the newspaper he was holding up in front of his face.

“I saw the report on TV last night. Two people were shot right?” Matsumoto Jun reacted to his friend mumbling. The reply he get from Ninomiya Kazunari and Ohno Satoshi is the same, “yeah!” and they both are back to what they are doing earlier; gaming and sleeping. This is when the last member, Aiba Masaki enter the room, still in the costume for the photo shoot earlier. The sunshine of the group raise his eyebrow and smile when the caster and diva acknowledge his appearance.

Aiba take his seat on the sofa next to Sakurai who is still reading. He took out his phone from his bag and find a miscall from his mother. He smiled before calling back. In no time, the call get connected.

“Mother? You called?” he asked, while standing to get a bit away from his band mate, didn’t want to bother them. But Sakurai hold his arm, indicating that they didn’t mind it. So he sits back.

“Yeah, just remembering you. Are you busy? Sorry to bother.” He smiles, with some tears in his eyes which he quickly wipe away. He suddenly having a rush to race home and hug his mother.

“I just finished a photo shoot. A sexy one, I was almost naked you know?” he try to crack a joke and it get a big laugh from his mother.

“Really? For what magazine? I will ask your brother to put it in front of the restaurant. Customers will double!” and now it is his turn to laugh.

“What do you mean double? We will need to build a new one with triple the original size! Your son is a hot mess, you looked down on him!” he said, still laughing. Not only him, Sakurai and even Matsumoto laugh along with the statement he just made.

“Yeah, right! That is why he is still a bachelor.”

“A hot one!”

“Okay okay. You win! I just wanted to hear your voice. I think the radio didn’t satisfy me. I think we should buy a radio station and play your voice all day!”

“You can just play the CD mom…” he answered, laughing.

“Yes, that is right.” His mother somehow sounded sad.

“Mother? What happened?” he was worried every time his mother sounded like this.

“Nothing son. I guess I just miss you. I’m glad you called back. Now, I’m hanging up. Take care.”

 “I’m sorry mom. I will call more often. I miss you too.” And he cut the connection. He inhaled and let out a rather loud sigh, gaining attention of all his band mates.

“Masaki, what happened?” it was Sakurai who asked. He flash a smile and answer,

“Just missing home.” And he start to strip his costume while singing loudly as he could, rewarding himself with pillows thrown by Matsumoto and Ninomiya. And for the national idols, the day continue as usual.
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He is now in the middle of filming for his drama, mikeneko no suiri, which will be aired next month. He plays a good-for-nothing detective who is afraid of blood, height and women. He is on break and preparing for the next scene.

Bang!!

He gaps. His hand automatically went down to his stomach, just this time it is not wet. But his knee is shaking and his heart is beating fast, so he sits down to cover his nervous expression.

“Ah, I’m sorry. We are trying the props and match them with the sound effect.” One of the staff bow toward him, and he node his head. He is trying hard to regain his calmness and controlling his heartbeat.

This is the first time he hear the sound so clearly outside the dream that haunted him lately. The sound sounded so real and so near. The scene if his dream, playing back in his mind. The gun shot, the shooter, the pain, the silence, the darkness, the loneliness, the girl. The girl. Who is the girl? Why she was there in the middle of nowhere, and most importantly, the place where he got shoot. Why he was shoot? What is the meaning of the dream? These questions were filling his mind. He close his eyes and close his ears with both of his hands in order to try to relax. The next sound he heard as soon as he let his ears go is the director shouting, indicating his job require him.
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After a week of crazy hectic schedule his manager gave him in order to get him three days off, he decided to go back to Chiba. He wanted to meet his family and be with them, more than anything at the moment. Since his days off are in the middle of the week, he drive his own car as he though there will be no traffic jam. And he promise his nephew to take him in his car. With that in mind, he start driving. The journey to his family house take almost two hour as he drive slowly, enjoying the scenery. Honestly speaking, although he owns great and expensive car, he had almost no time to drive it in a long distance. As the car pass through his Chiba, as he likes to call it, he smile while recalling all memories he had with almost all objects he saw. The huge, tall tree in the park, the middle and high school he attended, the combini store he used to buy snack, the field where he played baseball, the wet market he loved to go with his mother, the tall clock tower, the cracked road, the signboards, everything.

He is now in the middle of the town where he stop at the junction because the traffic light has turned red. He almost shed tears when he see a bakery, opposite the local bank which is now an empty, abandoned building. That bakery! That bread, that girl. That girl!

“STOP!!” a loud voice stop his memory lane. He return his focus on the road to find two men wearing snow mask standing in front of his car. One of them go to his side and open the door, dragging him out from the car. He obeyed and silently thankful that his wallet and phone is in his pocket, not in the car. Just when he though he will just loss the car, one girl scream loudly.

“Aiba Masaki!!! Kyaaaaaa!”

He panicked, not because he was recognized in the middle of the town but the scream has made the man with a gun in his hand become aware. The man has raised his gun and pointed aimlessly. A little boy screams and try to run as the tip of the gun was pointed toward his way and made the man to pull his trigger.

“BANG!” a gun shot.

Aiba didn’t know why and how but he is now holding his stomach and feel a warm liquid flowing on his hand. His knee is shaking but he didn’t fall, he is already on the ground, in front of the boy. Slowly it comes to his sense that he was blocking the boy from the shot on reflect. The pain! He feel the pain slowly eating his eating his skin and muscle. He hissed and bit his lips. It was so painful, he didn’t realize that he bit his lips too hard, it also bleed. Will he die the way he did in the dream? Painfully, silently and alone? Painfully, yes. But it is not silent and he is not alone. He can feel a small hand touching his arm. With his blurry vision, he recognize the little boy he saved.

‘Well, at least I didn’t die alone. And I die saving a life.’ He smile painfully to the boy. He hear the boy cry and people shouting.

“Call an ambulance!”

“Anybody do something!”

“Aiba Masaki!!” he silently cursing the crazy fan girl! This is not the time to scream over him, he is dying for God sake!

“Don’t die!” the boy cried. He can feel the boy’s grip on his hand strengthen, as he won’t let go. But his vision is reducing, he can barely see the boy’s face anymore.

“Even if I am going to die today, I glad that I was dead saving you. Be good.” He whispered to the boy, even he isn’t sure if his voice I loud enough for the boy to listen. His breath is slowing, his body stops shaking and his eyes are shutting.

“Don’t you dare Aiba Masaki!” along with that scream, he feel a loud slap on his left cheek. He see a figure of someone kneeling beside him. A girl. The girl press her palm on his bloody stomach.

“Hey, fight! Stay with me!” the girl says. Her hand press harder. “Please…” her voice cracked, like she was crying.

 That voice! That girl! He tried to raise his hand but it is too heavy. As heavy as his soon to be shutting eyes. In no time, he was engulfed by darkness and the sound of ambulance siren was heard.