Hikaru no GO Fan Fiction

Hikaru Shindou was satisfied. After finishing a GO game with his rival Akira Touya they were in the midst of the post game discussion, replaying moves and discussing alternative plays that either of them could have made. He was just happy being with Akira especially in such a relaxed situation. They had played their game at Akira' apartment in his living room and it had gotten late. Akira had even taken off his tie and loosened his white button up shirt. As always they looked the completely opposite, Hikaru relaxed in a T-shirt and jeans. The clock was striking midnight as Akira started replaying a fight for territory they had had comparing it with a kifu from one of Touya sensei's games before he retired.

An hour or so later, though he was still interested in his debate with Akira, Hikaru was falling asleep. He had moved one of his regular lessons to a much earlier time that morning, so he had had to wake up early. Hikaru was surprised Akira wasn't tired with all of his lesson's, Hikaru knew that he had on top of their regular time at the GO association.

Their conversation that night had clearly shown how tired he was. They had only argued earlier in the evening after the game. As the hours had passed he had become more of an observer then part of the debate. It was unusual since they usually argued whenever they were together over something or another.

"Shindou, I wonder if you had gone here. I had thought you might have after that sequence and I wasn't exactly sure if I would have been able to counterattack properly," Akira said still very enthused.

Hikaru looked up at the clock from where he was propped up on a couple pillows so that he could see the GO board. "Akira, I'm tired let talk about it tomorrow," Hikaru said with a yawn, his face falling into the pillows.

Akira froze, though Hikaru didn't notice since he was already half asleep. Hikaru usually called him Touya and sometimes even Touya-san. But he had called Akira by his first name without a – san or even a –kun. As Akira rolled it over in his mind again, replaying it in his head hearing Hikaru say 'Akira' he blushed. It was very intimate, especially to hear in his apartment. Only his mother really called him Akira and he didn't have any friends or mentors that called him without a suffix.

"Shindou? Are you even still awake? You still cause trouble even when you are asleep," Akira said trying to rouse him, hesitant to touch him to get him to wake up. Over the past few months he had become more and more aware of when he and Hikaru touched, even brushing each other's hands while they picked up GO stones after a game.

"Hikaru…" he tried blushing even more furiously. Hikaru just hugged the pillow he was lying on top of and gave a contented little snuffle. Akira cleared the GO board and put away the kifu he had been looking at, hoping that Hikaru would wake up after he was done. After he came back from the closet with everything cleared away, Hikaru just looked even more settled in. He had even started to drool a little.

Akira was embarrassed at having Hikaru sleep over, but his hospitality took over. He couldn't let Hikaru just sleep on the floor, he would probably get sick and blame him. Anyway it was just good manners and he had gotten a guest futon as a house warming present from his mother. It was just one of another of her little hints to try and make him a little less shy.

Trying to remember where he had put the futon away he went into his bedroom and searched the closet. There it was at the back, on the top shelf, completely hidden away. Akira had to go and get the stool from the kitchen, since despite his having had his growth spurt already, since he was nineteen, it was too high. Pulling it down, the futon hit him in the face almost making him fall off the stool.

"Shindou, you are so going to owe me for this. Why did you have to go and fall asleep? This has never happened before though it is late, even for one of our games," continuing to mutter threats that he would probably use tomorrow morning, Akira went back into the living room. It was time to put sleeping beauty to bed.

Akira first laid out the futon next to Hikaru and turned off the light, so that he could just roll Hikaru over and he would be on top of it, to sleep undisturbed. Then he tried to take away the pillows Hikaru was lying on top of so that he would be lying down flat on the floor.

"Now you don't need that many pillows," Akira said as he pulled out one of the bottom pillows. Hikaru's head lowered a couple inches, but there was still many left to go. After taking out two more, Hikaru started to hug the remaining pillows closer not letting go when Akira tried to take them out from under him. Akira was sitting next to him, on the futon, trying to edge the pillow out. He tugged on the pillow, Hikaru just held on tighter burying his head in the pillow. The other pillows abandoned beneath him, he continued to sleeping soundly.

"Come on, Shindou, just let it go." Akira was astonished that Hikaru was still able to sleep through all this, he must have been dead tired but had still come to play GO with him. Akira started to blush again, but told himself that it was all in his mind. Hikaru just wanted to play GO with someone that could challenge him, of course he would play GO with his rival.

Akira finally wrestled the pillow away, but Hikaru reached out an arm to grab it that caught Akira around the waist. Akira immediately froze. Hikaru on the other hand though still asleep had finally decided he wasn't going to let go of this pillow and tightened his grip, bringing both his arms around Akira waist with his head resting on Akira lap.

Bright red Akira felt more embarrassed then had every felt in his entire life, but a small part of him, at the back of his mind was jumping for joy at these unexpected circumstances. "Hikaru Shindou, I will so not be able to look you in the eye tomorrow, or even for the foreseeable future. "

Hikaru ignored him continuing to sleep only curling himself closer, and on top of the futon. Akira still embarrassed, decided to get his embarrassment over all at once and tried to lift/slide Hikaru up the futon so that he wasn't half on the floor. Hikaru unlike any of Akira's other prompting while he was asleep, obediently slid onto the futon still holding onto Akira. This to Akira continued and rising embarrassment pulled him down onto the futon, so that he was lying on his back with Hikaru's arms wrapped around his chest.

Uncomfortable lying on top of Hikaru's arms Akira shifted trying to escape his grasp. Unfortunately he wasn't as compressible as a pillow so he just ended up, after all his resistance, lying on his back pinned by Hikaru. Hikaru's leg was on top of his and his arms circled his chest and neck. Akira's face was an even brighter red, if that was humanly possible. Akira would have tried to blame it on the situation and the physical exertion of trying to get free, Hikaru was surprisingly strong. His long hair had become damp with sweat. But the feeling of being pinned and unable to escape roused feelings that Akira would have preferred to continue to ignore.

Akira stared up at the ceiling supremely aware of every place where he and Hikaru were touching and even more aware of where their skin touched, on the back of his neck and at the V of his loosened button up shirt. Hikaru's blond bangs were spayed across Akira's shoulder were he rested his head. Hikaru murmuring in his sleep tightened his hold and nuzzled his head closer still.

"Geez, Hikaru. I am not a body pillow," Akira whispered. Giving in, he removed his belt and told himself to wake up in a couple of hours so that he could move to his own bed. The last thing he wanted, the last thing under the sun was to have Hikaru wake up in the morning while their bodies were still intertwined.

………

When Akira woke up the room was very dim but lit the smallest bit by the sun that was just beginning to rise. But the sight he opened his eyes took all his attention. Hikaru had let go of him, his arm still under Akira's neck but loosened. Hikaru's was face was inches from his on the pillow and even worse in Akira view point was that Akira arm was around Hikaru.

They were both lying on their sides squeezed onto the futon; it was only natural that happened Akira thought bright red as he went to his own bed. He almost couldn't go back to sleep his heart had started beating so fast.

"Tomorrow please let me forget everything about this night," Akira prayed as he fell back asleep.

………

The next morning Hikaru woke to the smell of cooking eggs. He was shocked, he had slept over at Akira's but he didn't remember a minute of it, such a waste. He was even on a futon, how had Akira gotten him on the futon. His mother had told him time and time again how much of a bear he was when he fell asleep. He wanted to know really badly.

"Touya… Good morning," Hikaru said unsure of how he should act. He almost felt like a husband woken up by the smell of his wife's cooking.

"Breakfast is on the table," Akira said putting the saucepan in the sink and adding water, studiously not looking at Hikaru.

"Yummy as always. No peppers exactly the way I like them," Hikaru replied as he dug into the omelet. "I am surprised that you didn't wake me up last night."

Akira who had finally been looking at him looked away and replied, "It was not for lack of trying. You could sleep through a typhoon."

"That is what my mother always say's. It funny with this situation it almost like we are newlyweds, the blushing bride making breakfast, sitting across from each other in the morning as we learn each other's habits." The instant the words left his mouth Hikaru knew he shouldn't have spoken of his random thought, because Akira blew up.

"And who fault is that? You shouldn't have fallen asleep last night. You know you sleep like the dead; I couldn't have woken you if I had screamed in your ear. I practically did. Guests should know better. Even though you don't know how to act properly as a guest, even you know that you shouldn't fall asleep on your host's floor," Akira said his face red and angry.

"Sorry, Sorry" Hikaru said not too sincerely. They always argued and he tried to tease Akira whenever he could get away with it. Akira was usually so impervious.

"You should be Shindou," replied Akira as he practically shoved Hikaru out the door. He took Hikaru plate, not completely empty and put it in the sink. He grabbed Hikaru's coat from the closet. Meanwhile Hikaru was being pushed along by the tide of Akira polite but firm promptings, while he continued to rant without raising his voice of course; he wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors.

Standing at the door, Hikaru took his coat from Akira putting it on. Standing eye to eye quite close in the small hallway Hikaru said, "But you look so cute, as a new bride. You even remembered that I didn't like peppers."

Quickly leaning forward, Hikaru brushed his lip across Akira cheek and whispered in his ear, "Have a nice day, Akira-chan." Hikaru then escaped out the door before Akira could blow up at him again. Walking down the hallway, Hikaru heard Akira's door slam. Polite and well mannered Akira slamming a door, the wonders never ceased. Smiling, Hikaru touched his lips. He was happy that he had teased Akira enough to get away with the kiss, without him thinking too much about it. Grinning he trotted off to the GO association.

………

Akira on the other hand was still in shock. He had sat down immediately when he had gone back to the kitchen on autopilot. He wanted to continue sitting down, and if he didn't have lessons that morning he might have just continued to sit there. He was definitely going to have problems concentration today.

………

Hikaru was still smiling so broadly that Way asked him if he had won the lottery. Hikaru just continued to smile, his entire world lit up. This would just be Akira's and his secret, at least for today.