THRILLER — [An Ohno Satoshi one-shot]

Yes, this song is based on Michael Jackson’s THRILLER. xD

Sorry, I couldn’t resist putting up an image. XD

Featuring: Ohno Satoshi in the role of Michael Jackson, and Kobayashi Ryoko (Shiori in Maou!) as the female counterpart.
Genre: Horror, Thriller obviously
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ryoko and Satoshi spend their usual Friday night date catching a horror movie, but who would have known the horror isn’t so much fiction as they thought…?

Why MJ? Why?: Yes, shoot me. xD This fanfic is spawned by my closet MJ fangirl-ness. Actually, it started off when an Arashian (Nene-chan) and I matched the Arashi boys to an MJ song/PV, aaaaaand from there came the fanfic ideas. Totally cracktastic yet full of awesomeness~ Hopefully we can come up with a Michael Jackson Collection of Arashi fanfics :D

FYI: I know my fixed fanfiction-wise pairing for Ohno is Yuuki from For the Love of Cherry Pie, but oh well. This ficcie isn’t meant to be taken seriously. xD Besides! Ryoko/Shiori fits Satoshi/Naruse in any way~

About this one-shot: It’s adapted from both the song and the PV/MV of Michael Jackson’s hit song, Thriller, which you can watch here (part 1) and here (part 2). Enjoy!

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THRILLER
An Ohno Satoshi fanfiction

The girl stared at the silver ring he held out between his fingers with round, awestruck eyes. Then she raised those eyes at him and peered with silent questioning.

“Will you… be my girl?” he asked with quiet confidence.

Her lips trembled with emotions before widening into the most joyous smile. “Oh gosh, yes!” she cried out and threw her arms around him, the sudden force knocking him a few steps back. He chuckled, drew back slightly and slid the ring onto her finger.

“Now it’s official,” he grinned.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered as she held her hand out and admired the silver band. The material had bluntness to its shine and the fake diamond in a crest atop the band glimmered faintly. It was an obvious five-dollar bargain off the Sunday flea market, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care at all.

“I have something I wanna tell you.”

She looked up to find his expression unexpectedly grave and his eyes dark. She frowned. “What is it?”

“I’m not like other guys,” he told her quietly.

“Of course not,” she replied with an adoring smile. “That’s why I love you.”

“No, I mean it when I say I’m different…”

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t—” His voice cut off. He raised his head to the sky and saw the brilliant moon unveiled from behind the clouds. A sudden, sharp pain gripped his entire body. He shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth, clutching his chest as his face contorted in pain. A gasp escaped his lips before his body started to go into uncontrollable fits of spasm.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, starting to panic.

He didn’t reply. He doubled over and keeled to the ground, writhing all over in evident pain as his loud groans sounded across the forest clearing. She was frightened by this reaction and began crying.

“What’s the matter?” she asked again, and touched his trembling shoulder. He jerked violently and his face shot up. Her eyes widened and she screamed.

The pupils in his eyes were dilated into black slits resembling a cat’s, and the white in his eyes – the sclera – was yellow. However, what truly brought her to such terror were the sharp, wolf-like fangs that jutted over his lower lip.

“GO AWAY!” he growled, before he thrashed violently again. Brown animal fur grew over the skin on his neck and hands.

She screamed, louder and higher in pitch, and ran off without a second thought. She didn’t know where she was going, with only the pale moonlight guiding her through the forest trails. In the distance she heard the hungry howl of a wolf. She yelped and sped faster while constantly glancing fearfully over her shoulder, and out of nowhere, he sprang out in front of her. She shrieked, and, in her haste to escape, she tripped over a thick root of a willow tree and fell on the soft grass. Her arms stung where the pine cones dug into her skin. She spun onto her back, and she saw him: a monstrous werewolf, standing above her with a wild glint of a predator in his eyes. He extended his hand, covered in fur and with sharp, yellow claws, and her heart throbbed desperately knowing her life was going to end…

Ryoko finally couldn’t keep her mouth closed anymore, and she let out a muffled scream.

“Hey, keep your voice down,” Satoshi told her without taking his eyes off the screen.

“As though everyone else isn’t,” she retorted.

She wasn’t the only one who thought the movie wasn’t very sensible about the gory details – the mass of moviegoers in the entire theatre hall shuddered and screamed, some covered their eyes, some covered their ears, some had their widened eyes transfixed on the movie, in which the werewolf was tearing the poor girl’s flesh apart.

Ryoko cringed at the blood and raw flesh – even though she knew they were all fake – and her grip around Satoshi’s arm tightened.

Satoshi munched on the popcorn in obvious amusement. He was probably the only person who thoroughly enjoyed the violence and the gore.

“Can we get out of here?” Ryoko pleaded.

“Why? We’re at the best part!” he exclaimed. He turned back to the screen and popped a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

She glared at him in disgust. “Well, I can’t watch,” she said, and without wasting any time, she sprang onto her feet and edged her way through the row of seats and stormed out of the theatre. Satoshi stared at her. He sighed, handed his popcorn to the stranger next to him and followed after her. The audience screamed once more when he pushed past the exit doors.

He found her standing on the pavement outside the cinema and jogged over to her, laughing aloud. “Come on, it’s only a movie.”

She cast him a withering look. “It’s not funny,” she argued hotly, and crossed her arms over her chest.

He grinned knowingly and nodded. “You were scared, huh?” he smirked.

“…A little,” she admitted reluctantly.

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It was obvious she wasn’t going to go back inside and continue watching the movie, so together they headed down the walkway.

On the promotional movie display above the entrance, the words ‘Vincent Price – THRILLER’ rang out ominously.

They took the usual shortcut back to her house, as was the ritual at the end of their Friday night dates. They strode down an alleyway, which was empty and eerily dark save for the pale light of the full moon guiding them through the darkness. The lampposts weren’t working – they always weren’t – the city council never fixed the lights. The night was unusually quiet, so quiet it felt like a vacuum had sucked the air from the atmosphere.

An abandoned cemetery came into view. Old tombs and grave plots littered the long-unvisited area, and an eerie fog hung above the earth. Ryoko clung tighter to Satoshi’s arm.

“I never liked this place,” she whispered. “It’s so desolate.”

“You aren’t wrong in that.”

Ryoko raised her eyes at Satoshi and stared hard at him. His face was expressionless and his eyes distant and blank. He was acting so strangely.

“What do you mean?”

“When darkness falls across the land, when the midnight hour is close at hand… creatures of the dead emerge from their tombs in search of blood… to terrorise your neighbourhood… Who so ever shall be found, without the soul for getting down, must stand and face the hounds of shell and rot inside a corpse’s shell…” his voice drifted off.

A cold chill ran down Ryoko’s spine as his words sunk in. She gulped and hesitantly spoke out, “Who… said that?”

Satoshi turned his serious face to her, and suddenly it broke into a mischievous grin. “O’ great Vincent Price,” he beamed.

Ryoko was stunned momentarily before she inhaled sharply and smacked him on the arm. “THAT WAS MERCILESS!” she screeched in sheer annoyance. “You got me terrified!”

“Come on, it’s just a joke,” he replied in an unapologetic voice.

“I’m not forgiving you any time for that,” she growled with a half-heartened patronising smile.

“You don’t have to,” he said, deadpan and serious once again. “Price’s words never lie.”

“You need to get a healthier obsession than zombies and Price’s legion of the undead,” she retorted as she rolled her eyes. Suddenly, Satoshi stopped walking. Ryoko looked up and saw he was unresponsive to her, but continued to stare up ahead. “What’s wrong?” she asked, frowning.

She followed his gaze, and felt her blood run cold.

From within the pale fog hovering over the asphalt, countless figures emerged, so many that she could not count. There was no mistaking the ashen faces and the torn clothes over rotting flesh. The foul stench of death permeated the air and Ryoko hacked at the sulphur-like smell burning her nose. It took her a long time before she registered the utmost fear gripping her and the soundless shriek seemingly stuck in her throat. She backed away a few steps until she knocked into Satoshi. She spun around hoping he would protect her, but instead she screamed aloud and stumbled away from him in terror.

Satoshi was a zombie, an undead just like the other spawns of evil. There was absolutely no colour in his now-whitewashed skin and his eyes were sunken. What more, she found no warmth or even any remote signs of life in those eyes.

“Sa…toshi…” she gasped.

An inhuman growl left his blue lips and he reached out to Ryoko with possessive hands. She jerked away from his grasp and almost tripped over a rock, but she didn’t stop stepping backward. She glanced around and knew she was surrounded. She had to escape!

She saw an opening in the circle behind Satoshi. Braving herself with all her strength, she darted past him and through the opening between two dismembered zombies and ran as fast as she could. Both fright and her need for survival fuelled her legs to run in incapable speed. She didn’t care that the muscles were already starting to cramp up. She flitted past dark, mostly abandoned houses and empty lots in search of a hideout. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the army of zombies close on her trail. Utter fear gripped her and she emitted a loud scream, running even faster.

The road soon ended into dirt trails leading to farmlands. There was an unoccupied house at the end of the street – the only place Ryoko could reach before the zombies caught up with her – and without a second thought she scrambled up the pebbled steps and to the front porch. Frantically she tried the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” Ryoko bellowed between choked sobs. Furious tears had stained her cheeks.

Finally the rusty doorknob gave in to the violent force and she swung the door open. Ignoring the loud creaks in the rotting floorboards which groaned under her weight, she immediately headed for the bedroom just off the living room. She could hear them approaching close behind, the ugly sound of their feet dragging across the floor like a claw against glass.

Ryoko threw herself into the room and slammed the door shut. She even pushed a dusty armchair against it in hopes they wouldn’t be able to get in… but how foolish that was. Satoshi ripped through the thin wooden door easily with his bare hands. She screamed and backed away, only to jump when a zombie’s hand burst through a floorboard, and in succession many, many more hands tore apart the planks nailed to the windows.

Ryoko collapsed on the sofa. She thrashed and screamed and shrieked and cried uncontrollably as the zombies emerged into the room, slowly advancing towards her.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!” she sobbed.

“…stand and face the hounds of hell, and rot inside a corpse’s shell,” Satoshi’s devil-like voice chanted, echoed by the many zombies. “…grizzly ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom…” they started to encircle her and her screams were almost drowned by the lifeless voices, “…and though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver… for no mere mortal can resist… the evil… of the thriller.”

Satoshi reached his hand out to Ryoko; the hand was beyond pale. Ryoko screamed as she shielded herself with her arms, knowing she was going to die; she screamed knowing her last moment alive would be spent gruesomely. She screamed and screamed and screamed in utter terror and –

The hand that touched her was warm.

Ryoko’s eyes sprang open and she discovered she was in Satoshi’s house, or specifically in his living room. Satoshi stood above her with a quizzical look.

“What’s the problem?” he asked, faintly amused.

Ryoko stared at him with a blank expression and blurrily studied her surroundings. She was in a complete daze – was that a nightmare she had?

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” Satoshi smiled. His smile was comforting.

He pulled her up to her feet and supported her with an arm around her waist. She could almost cry from relief and the peace of mind. With an exhausted sigh, she rested her head on his shoulder.

They walked past a floor-length mirror. Satoshi faced his reflection, and his eyes shone yellow with true malice.

It had not ended… the evil of the thriller.

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