Chapter One: Tail Between Your Legs
A/N: So, I literally though of this little work of randomness here in about 10 minutes while I was finishing reading book 8 of Hikaru no Go and I was like, "Must. Write. Fic!" I do hope you all enjoy it, though, because I enjoyed writing is very much.
Just so we understand eachother: I own nothing dealing with Hikaru no Go or any relating topics/characters. Hikaru no Go was created by Hotta and Obata and was therefore not even relativly created by me .
You looked down at the Go board sitting in front of you; wanting to chose for stones and play a game with the boy, but you resisted. It had been a little over a year since you even thought about playing Go; you were not going to break let yourself that streak now. The boy smiled up at you from his seat and you smiled back down at him sadly. This child; he could be no older than 12 years of age.
"So, will you play?"
The smile slipped from your lips as you turned your back to him and whisperd, "No."
That had been the hardest thing you ever forced yourself to do; after all, you had been like him once. At age 12 you were already an insei and well on your way to going pro; that is, you were before sercumstances forced you out of the insei school and eventually led to your withdraw from all things related to the game. It hurts you every day when you walk into the front room of your house and see your grandfather playing friendly games with his pals; it hurts worse when his friends ask for your advice and you have to tell thim no.
"See that guys, even that lady knows that I'm going to be great someday," you heard the boy chuckle, "Did you see the way she ran off with her tail between her legs?"
That is the kind of ridicules bragging that you would have complained about a year prior; you would have went off on anybody who bragged and then you would have defeated them with all your might. Today, that does not stand true; though, it does still hit a nerve everytime you happen to hear a person boasting about his or her so called amazing talent and greatness.
"Why doesn't everything just go back to the way it used to be?" You asked yourself as you continued walking away from the boy and his friends, "I just want to play Go again..."
As the word fell from your lips, you began to realize just how little attention you were paying to your surrondings because the next thing you knew you were on the ground staring up at a group of people about your age; it would take you a moment, though, to realize exactly who these people were.
"N-no way," One voice whisperd, "(N-Name), is that you?"
"F-Fukui, Waya," You whisperd no louder than you had to because this was part of your day that you had not planned. Run, you told yourself, get up and run and apologize over email later. Though, you would never really do that; these poeple were your friends at one point in your life, even though there was a new face among the crowd.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
"Nothing much; this is Hikaru, by the way," Waya stated flatly, allowing no time for further questioning or statment, "Come with us to lunch."