A/N: I don't own Hikaru no Go, Isumi, Waya, Shindou, or any other characters I mentioned here. If I did, I wouldn't be writing a fanfic about them, would I?
This story takes place between chapters 84 and 85. Seeing Waya's face become stressed after he was told that Isumi lost again, I became inspired to write this. Waya's Point of View, in case you don't notice. : )
I apologize for any mistakes I may have made, I'm only around chapter 100 or so of HikaGo.
Constructive Criticism is much loved. Compliments too.
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"Um… Isumi lost to Fuku today."
I opened my eyes. Isumi lost again? I thought to myself. How many times is that now…? Two? Three? I nodded at Shindou. "Okay…" I muttered. Silently, I cursed Shindou in my head for throwing Isumi into this mental ditch he was in. Oh well… Isumi did need to become a bit more stable. I decided, hand still in my face and gripping my hair, that I would try and "encourage him."
At 7:00 PM that night I knocked on Isumi's door. "Hey," I greeted. "Can I come in?" Isumi nodded and hurried me in. "It must be cold," he said. "You're wearing that heavy jacket."
"It is a bit cold," I said, taking my shoes off respectfully and leaving them by the door. Isumi called up to his mother, telling her I was here, and we went to his room.
"What's up, Waya?" He asked.
"I… have to talk to you about the pro test."
"Oh, shit…" Isumi sighed. "I don't want to talk about it, Waya, I just -"
I held up my hand. "No… Ochi's right. You shouldn't be intimidated by Shindou. You're much better than this, Isumi, I know it." Isumi just looked at me with wide eyes. Damn it, I hated when he did that. I always felt like wrapping my arms around him and kissing him gently. We'd kissed on two occasions before; once when we went to a party after the pro test and accidentally drank from the spiked bowl of juice reserved for the older men. Needless to say, we drank a lot and became intoxicated. The rest came naturally. The second time we kissed was most likely out of boredom. We'd simply been talking and asking questions and Isumi had kissed me. Nothing more.
"Waya? Are you okay?" Isumi asked, snapping me out of my daydream. I nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. Its you who isn't." Isumi buried his face in his palms. I eyed the chair he was sitting in… he was right on the edge. Perfect. I walked over and slid in behind him, spreading my legs so I could fit and he was right between them, resting my hands on his thighs. "Hey," I whispered into his ear. "Don't be so upset. You'll come back to your regular self in no time. Forget Ochi."
Isumi sighed. "Maybe… maybe you're right. I shouldn't get so worked up over a mistake I made against Shindou…"
I nodded. "That's right. Don't worry." I slid my hands from his thighs up to his hips, and, resting only for a second, wove them to his stomach and under his shirt. "You play Ochi tomorrow, right…? You can take him. Easily. You're a much better player than he is." I felt Isumi heat up underneath me. I moved my hands further up, to his chest, and lay my head on his shoulder. "You're so tense," I whispered. What was I doing?
"I know, Waya… but… if I don't pass the test this year, I'm…" he said. I cut him off. "I know," I whispered seductively in his ear. "You'll make it." Isumi laughed, closing his eyes. "You have a way with words," he said, feeling me nibble his ear gently. I said nothing.
Gradually we escalated as the night went on, kissing and making out and a few other things I don't really want to talk about. I don't know what went through my head; everything seemed out my control. Before I left, I said to Isumi, "Cream Ochi tomorrow. Bury him alive."
And he did.