Disclaimer: I do not own Hikaru no Go or any of these characters. Pay attention to ratings. This fanfic has an R rating; it's for a reason. Risqué homosexual themes exist. (Hikaru X Akira pairing.)

Note: This website messed-up my spacing. I mean, really messed it up. And, Hikaru and Akira are around age 17 in this fanfic.

Chapter One.

Morning. A long awaited time for Hikaru. Though tired, Hikaru easily awoke to prepare for his afternoon Go match. With Akira, of course. The sunlight streamed through Hikaru's window in streaks of vibrant color. Orange; yellow; white. Throughout the years, Hikaru has grown a certain fondness towards Akira, a fondness Hikaru had just discovered a short while ago. Soon Akira's shinny locks of hair, enticing gaze, and body structure became something Hikaru desired. While Hikaru as preparing himself for the match, the match he played yesterday was replaying itself in his head.

Nigiri; komoku; upper-corner; capture; Akira...Akira. Hikaru couldn't help himself. His mind had been filled to capacity with thoughts of his Go-partner. Hikaru had lost the match, but it did not matter to him. All Hikaru could focus on was the chest hair stubble beginning to grow on Akira's chest. Akira had left the top three buttons of his red Polo shirt open; very unusual for the professional Akira. Despite the distraction, Hikaru had managed to concentrate and finish the game. I wonder what Sai would think of my feelings for Akira, he wondered.

"Hikaru? Hikaru? Hikaru!" A high-pitched voice called out to Hikaru from his living room. He instantly came to realize who the voice belonged to; Akari.

"Akari, I have to go. I have a match today."

"What?" Akira looked puzzled. "But, your game isn't till four."

Hikaru blushed, "I know. I have to get ready."

"All right. If you really need four hours to get" Slam! Hikaru closed his door and resumed preparing. Hikaru felt bad about leaving Akari like that, but he had more important matters to attend to.

How would she react if she found out I was...Wait...Am I gay? I am in love with a man, but Akira is special. Best not to worry about it now. Hikaru reached for a shiny bottle with a green fuzz-ball on the top. The words "Fantasy" were visible. Hikaru opened the bottle, and sprayed the cologne inside on himself. Hikaru went to look in the mirror when he noticed his lips were chapped. He reached up to feel their texture. As he was stroking his lips, he though to himself, I wonder if Akira has ever been kissed. How would he react if he was kissed by me?

Hikaru! It's time to leave now. We'll go shopping, then I'll drop you off by the Go salon." Hikaru dropped the bottle of cologne, and rushed downstairs.

After shopping, Hikaru's mother dropped him off in front of the Go salon, as promised. Well, just a few blocks away from the salon. Hikaru's mother was in a rush to watch her favorite soap-opera. The pavement Hikaru walked upon was slick and cool from the morning rain. Hikaru looks around to notice the new paint-job on the Go salon. Purple shutters instead of yellow, and a new welcome sign. Hikaru walked past the freshly-painted sign to be greeted by a red-haired woman.

"Oh, go right in. Master Touya is waiting for you." Hikaru bowed and proceeded into the salon. Sitting at the back table was his Aphrodite, Touya Akira. Strands of midnight green hair stretched across his face as he looked up towards his friend.

"Nice to see you again, Shindou," he said.

"Likewise, Touya." He sat down at the chair opposite Akira. Damn, his shirt is fully-buttoned, he thought. The two boys began to play a game. Akira's breath changed as he played each move, a habit Hikaru was very familiar with. Akira looked up at Hikaru's stare, and Hikaru looked downward; he was blushing. I want to tell him, Hikaru thought, tell him about it all. "Touya," he said.

Akira looked up, "Yes, Shindou?

"Oh, never mind. It's nothing." Hikaru looks towards the floor, feeling embarrassed. Akira, always trying to find any bit of information, smirks.

"Are you sure it's nothing?"

"Well, Touya...That is...I've known you for a long time..." Akira began to laugh, not knowing the seriousness of it all.

"You're not going to tell me that you love me or something, are you?"

"Maybe!" Hikaru blurted the words out. Akira stared at Hikaru; puzzled.

"You're not serious, are you?"

"Yes...I am serious." Hikaru hid his head from Akira's glance. Akira looked confused, his face swelled up with a pink color.

"I...I...I don't have anything to say to you back..." Hikaru was heart-broken. He began to dash towards the door. Luckily, no one had heard his conversation since their table was in its own private section. The lady at the front desk was holding Hikaru's nap-sack.

"Here you are..." Hikaru grabbed it and was gone before she finished. "Oh, my word. Kids these days are almost always in a rush." Hikaru's face was soggy with salty tears by the time he arrived home. He wiped his face with his sleeve. His face was very raw from the constant wiping of his tears, and it hurt him. However, no matter how much that hurt, it couldn't compare to the emotional damage he was going through. He made his way up the long staircase to his room, where he cried himself to sleep.

Akira sat in the same chair. His tea wasn't touched, and he had been staring at the Go bored for quite awhile.
"Master Touya, it's getting late." Akira looked up to see the salon keeper staring at him. Gaining consciousness, he arose, grabbed his school bag, and headed home.

Hikaru's mother, having not seen her son all night, began to worry. She went up to Hikaru's room and knocked on the wooden door. After several attempts and no response, she made her way downstairs to make dinner. Hikaru had awakened as his mother pounded on the door.

"Touya Akira...," he whispered. Rejection was not something Hikaru was ready to face. And, Touya's rejection had come down on him hard. As an attempt to clear his mind, Hikaru decided to call his other friends and make plans for the weekend. With his face still buried in his pillow, he felt around until he hit his phone. "Hello? Waya? It's me. Yes, I was wondering if...What? I don't sound terrible; I'm fine...Do you want to do something tomorrow?...McDonalds? Sounds good. Goodbye. A sigh of relief came upon Hikaru. He sat the phone beside him and drifted to sleep, trying desperately to forget about Akira.
Hikaru woke up the next morning to find his mother cleaning things around his room. "Gahh! What are you doing?" Hikaru said as he stopped his mother from reaching under his mattress.

"Hikaru, get up so I can clean under here."

"No...I'll do. Just leave please." Hikaru lay on his bed until his mother left the room. He knew she would return later, Hikaru bent over to clean out the contents under his mattress. A sock...Hmmm...An old science project...Ohh...I better removes this. Hikaru pulled out a pervy magazine, flipped through it, and hid it inside his school bag. The thought of Touya Akira hadn't reached him all morning. Well, until he flipped through the magazine. Fearing dirty thoughts, Hikaru cleared his mind and focused on one of Shusaku's old kifus. Hikaru and Waya had agreed to meet up at McDonalds at five o'clock. Feeling groggy from his sleep, Hikaru decided to pull himself out of his pajamas and get ready for their meeting.

Hikaru and Waya had decided to ride the subway to McDonalds. They invited Isumi along too. Though, the didn't know if he would come or not. After all, Isumi disliked fast food. Especially, after seeing disturbing images of over-weight Americans on television. However, to their surprise, Isumi was waiting for them outside of the restaurant.

"Isumi, aren't 'chya going to eat anything," Hikaru said as he stuffed a hamburger into his mouth. Isumi looked up at his friend, trying to hide his look of distaste.

"No, I'm not hungry."

"Stop trying to watch your figure! You're a Go player; not a model, " Waya said as he stuck a fry in front of Isumi's face. He was waving it back and forth in an effort to tempt his stubborn friend. Isumi pulled in his chair and leaned towards Waya.

"I swear, I'll throw up on you if you ever do that again..." Surprised that Waya said such a thing, Waya discontinued his French-fry escapades. Hikaru looked outside.

"Let me finish this soda and we'll all leave."

While Hikaru, Waya, and Isumi were out having fun, Touya Akira was spending a quiet evening at his home. His father's students had all left, and Hikaru was having dinner with his mother.

"Akira, you have barely touched your beef cutlet."

"Oh, I'm not very hungry, mother." Akira's mother went back to eating her dinner.

"Akira, is everything all right?"

"Yes, mother. Delightful dinner. Thank you."

"Delightful dinner? Why, you barely ate any..." She stopped as she saw Akira heading towards his room. He sulked up two flights of stairs and flopped himself on his bed. The words Hikaru had said to him the other day kept on replaying in his mind.

I'm serious?...He's serious? Did I really hear that?...I did; Shindou was serious...What do I say to him? Akira's train of thought paused. Many feelings were rushing into his head. Of which was one he had trouble comprehending, love. However, Akira realized the trouble this feeling would cause; the effect on his career. Hikaru admitted to it. He was willing to risk it all. Maybe I should come to my senses and admit...how I feel about him too, he thought. Perhaps it's time I went with someone I love, and who loves me back.

"Wow! Waya, look, look!" Hikaru said as he held a vibrant-orange fish in a net. It was getting rather late and Waya was not very amused. Noticing everyone's' vapid attitude, Hikaru said "All right, let's go home." Hikaru did not want the night to end. Tomorrow was one of Akira's and his 'Go Days' in which the two boys played at Akira's father's salon. Hikaru didn't know how to face Akira.

Hikaru returned home to his warm bed. Dreading the morning ahead, Hikaru closed his heavy eyes and went to sleep. The next morning, held a slight chill in the air, which made Hikaru shiver from under his blankets. Surprisingly, Hikaru's sleep had not been interrupted, so he wasn't very tired. However, he took his time coming out of bed. He looked like a prisoner awaiting death row. He felt like a prisoner too, with Touya Akira as the fair maiden he had tried to win the heart of.

"Hikaru, isn't your match in an hour?" His mother was always making sure he was prompt.

"Yes, mom, I'm going soon." Hikaru jumped out of bed and put on a T-shirt that was lying on the floor. Smells clean. With that, he rushed out the door, stealing a piece of toast from the table as he left. Hikaru could see a figure walking ahead of him. Hikaru started waling slower in case the figure was Touya. Ohh, he's heading towards the salon; must be Touya. Hikaru watched as his dark-haired god walked into the salon. Hikaru sighed and followed him inside the salon.

"Shindou!" Akira caught Hikaru as he walked in. "Can we talk over there?" Akira pointed towards the bathroom. "We won't be heard there." Akira led Hikaru into the bathroom and ran a faucet. "Shindou, I wanted to tell you..."

"Wait, " Hikaru interrupted, "I understand if you never want to see me again." Akira blushed as Hikaru said this.

"No, that's not it...I wanted to say...That is I..."

Hikaru couldn't help himself. "Get on with it," he yelled.

"I love you too, okay Shindou!" Akira's face was bright red. Hikaru was frozen in a position that resembled a fish; bug-eyes and his mouth wide open.

"Do you really?"

"Yes, really!"

The two boys stood there for a bit. Hikaru inched a little closer to Akira, then lunged at him with full force. He grabbed Akira and forced his lips onto his own. The kiss was returned; growing deeper until Akira slid his tongue into Hikaru's mouth. Hikaru accepted the bold move until the force of the two mouths pushed the boys against the bathroom wall. Each pushing rigorously against the other. Click! Hikaru's eyes shifted to the side to observe a man coming into the doorway. The boys instantly pulled away; drool oozing out of their mouths. The man walked by and was one of Touya's father's friends.

"I won't say anything if you don't," he said as he entered a stall. The two boys looked at each other, nodded, and left the bathroom. They stood outside the door, facing one another.

"Ummm...That was nice," Touya stated as he looked at Hikaru.

"Does this make us lovers now?" Hikaru asked.

"Do you want to be?"

"Hell yes." Hikaru motioned a "V" with his fingers.

"Then, we are." Akira smiled. They leaned forward as if to exchange a kiss, then pulled back. "Remember where we are." Akira gazed at Hikaru. "My mother and father are going away to New Zealand on business. Do you want to stay at my place for the night?"

"Touya, aren't we moving a little fast?" Hikaru chuckled.

"Shindou! I wasn't thinking about that at all!"

"Ohhh, doesn't mean we can't h..." Akira cut him off by moving his finger up to Hikaru's lips to indicate a secret.

"My place; tomorrow; at six. See you there." Akira smiled at Hikaru as he brushed past him. The door shut and Hikaru stood still. He has to remain at the Go salon until Waya came to play his game. Hikaru had promised to watch. He decided to sit at a table until he saw Waya through the glass windows.

"Waya! Who are you playing today?"

"Some guy named Yuki."

"Oh, the three-dan?" Waya nodded.

"Hikaru, you're flushed, are you okay?"

"Ooo! Yes."

Waya and Hikaru continued talking when Waya's opponent came in. The challenger was short with a scratchy mustache beginning to form. Hikaru tried his best to focus on the game, but his mind was on Touya Akira. If someone was to ask Hikaru about the game, all he would be able to say is "Waya won...I think."

END CHAPTER 1