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Title: Magic Aiba
Pairing: JunBa
Rating: let's see :)
Warning: Is it a warning to say that this is a collab fic?
Summary: Again Aiba gets cursed, but this time he is able to use magic, and even though this power seems nice, Aiba wants to get rid of it.
Note: This is a collaboration between me and [personal profile] piggywhale . Just to sum up what we are doing: Every week you get a chapter of this story. (Every Friday) I don't know how the story will continue, because now it's [personal profile] piggywhale 's turn to write the next part of the story ^^ And she also doesn't know what I am going to write next ^^ So it's a special collab with 20 chapters all in all. :) Hope you'll enjoy this. <3


Aiba looked into the mirror. He looked like always – there was no difference in his appearance. He stepped closer to the mirror, scanning each and every part of his face. He was still he himself, but why the hell did this strange things happening around him? He hiccupped and turned immediately. The chair next to him moved to the side and a plate with cake and some tea appeared on the desk. “What the hell is going on here?” Aiba whined.

He heard someone knocking on the door. “Is everything alright?” Sho was asking. No, nothing was alright, but he couldn’t tell his band mates that he was obviously going insane here. No one would ever believe this whole thing. Aiba could see the doorknob moving, but luckily he had thought about locking it before he got into this room. Another hiccup made the cake and tea disappear again and instead of that a bowl with ramen appeared.

During the last two hours he had let ramen, cakes, cookies, fish, yakiniku and burgers appear next to him. Damn, he could feel his stomach grumbling. He really was hungry, but he couldn’t eat this strange food he had made appear here, right? But who should stop him? And he couldn’t believe that he let poisoned food appear. His stomach felt terribly empty. He breathed in the smell of the ramen – god it smelled so delicious. He sat at the table and took the chopsticks to eat some of the noodles. They tasted like heaven to Aiba, but after the second bite he hiccupped again and the food was gone – or better to say it had changed again and instead of a chopstick full with noodles, Aiba had a piece of Pizza between his two chopsticks – not that he cared about it, but somehow this situation was annoying.

He rubbed his face. Why did it come to this? He talked with his band mates yesterday about magic and how cool it would be to have the ability to use magic, but he didn’t count that his wish would become true. He even thought that magic didn’t exist, but it seemed he was terribly wrong. But how could something like this happen? When he had woken up in the morning, he had thought that everything was like it had always been. Just when he hiccupped for the first time, he had realized that nothing was like it had been. First he had changed his coffee into orange juice and then he had changed his double-chocolate-caramel-nut-muffin into a banana. This was really just not funny, especially not when he needed his muffin in the morning!

Again he heard a knock at the door. “I am not here,” he grumbled. This time it was Nino’s voice resounding from the outside.

“Masaki, open the door, we need to talk.” No, they didn’t need to talk. They would just call him insane.

“Masaki!” This time it was Ohno talking, and his voice sounded strict, and totally not Ohno-like.

He wanted to make this stupid thing stop. “I am not here,” he said out loud this time. Oh that was great…now he had proved again that he sometimes really was stupid. He sighed.

“Okay, Masaki, open the door, or we do it,” Sho’s voice resounded from the outside.

Aiba hiccupped again and suddenly the door got open without him unlocking it. Great, now his power didn’t only bring food, but also opened doors? He really didn’t like that.

He could see his band mates coming into the room, looking rather worried. “What happened, Masaki.” Jun approached him.

“I think I am cursed,” Aiba whined. He could see the others staring at him, not knowing what to say.

“What have you done this time?” Ohno sighed. Yeah, he knew he always got in situations like this, just because he always got into such situations, but this time he really had no idea how it ended like this.

“At least I am not a girl like last time.” Sho rolled his eyes.

“Or a panda bear, like in my case,” Nino grumbled.

“Pandas are cute,” Aiba whispered.

“Yeah, in the zoo, but not when you turn into one,” Nino complained.

“Hey, you have to tell … I was a koala, three days long.” Ohno pointed at himself. The three of them started discussing about who had the worst transformation, till Jun interrupted them with rolling eyes.

“Hey, let’s talk about Aiba’s current situation.” Jun turned to Aiba. Aiba gulped. Jun had been the only one who got never cursed by him, and he wondered why it was like that?

“I can use magic,” Aiba said. He tried to suppress the upcoming hiccup, but he couldn’t prevent it. On the other side a big table with cakes appeared.

“Hey, that’s definitely good this time,” Nino said with a smile. “You can stay like this, Masaki. Food is always appreciated.”

No, Aiba didn’t want to stay like this. What would happen when he’d hiccup in one of their shows? How should he explain something like this? He really couldn’t do that. He needed to get rid of this curse.

A/N: So this was the start of this series <3 Next week you find the next chapter on [personal profile] piggywhale 's page, but I will post a link to it <3 I hope you have fun, like we have it. <3 And to [personal profile] piggywhale , I hope you like the start of it, since you don't know about this first chapter either *lol* 

 
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