Note: This is a set of drabble for Random Hikago Event on tumblr. This is Unbetaed and written hastily. I apologize to grammatical errors.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hikaru no Go so don't sue me if I tell otherwise.
~Rainbow~
Mist/Illusion
Fleeting thoughts, blissful fleeting thoughts inside his head. It fills him up with made up scenes - new memories - mixed up with his already existing memories, overlapping it with oh-so-bitter filled scenes. Lovely, traitorous thoughts of fan, of pale hand, of long violet hair, of warmth. It is confusing. He couldn't exactly pinpoint which was his real memories or if it was an illusion to protect his fragile, weak mind and heart.
It doesn't matter though, he was already broken. What's more to add on his already inflamed wounded heart?
"Hikaru, let's play Go!" Demanding, annoying childish voice screamed near his ear as Sai - his personal ghost Go mentor - embraced him from behind. However from his position he still could see Sai's violet eyes wide with pure elation for the game as it glows magnificently. He could only try to get off Sai from him as he flail around due to embarrassment and agreeing to Sai's request - order - in exchange of letting him go. Despite it all, he couldn't stop the ever-growing warmth on his chest filling him with so much happiness he felt like bursting. That was a memory.
"Waah! Is that people inside the magic box?" High-pitched voice shrieked in a very un-manly voice. And he stared at the person with a scowl schooled on his face yet his eyes glistened with pure fondness at his mentor's childish antiques. 'Never change, Sai.'That was a memory too.
"I miss you, Hikaru." Soft sad voice whispers like a soft wisp on the wind. But he could hear it oh-so-loudly despite the ringing on his ears. He opened his mouth, words of denial - disagreement - ready on his lips yet Sai disappeared so suddenly so abruptly he doubted that he even saw him in the first place but the stinging on his eyes proves otherwise. That was an.. illusion.
Powerful numbing illusion of fake memories; breaking, making him. And he will think of all the unsaid words between them. 'I miss you too, Sai..' Like a child longing for an unreachable wish to reach the sky amidst the mist.
But it is all a fleeting thought, his illusions would never be real just like the way his thoughts would never reach past his lips.
A/N: Read and Review please. :)) I might added more drabbles.