I had promised myself that I was only going to do one fan fiction per anime that I love and here I am breaking my own rule. Well, I suppose it doesn't help that I was an avid go fanatic before I watched Hikaru no Go, and thus it would only make it harder to get it off of my brain...
Well, for those of you who read my first Hikaru no Go fan fiction, don't worry. That one was intentionally written to be mocking this one isn't. This story is done more in the same spirit that my Trading Pain [Fruits Basket] and A Rainbow of Many Colors [Gravitation] was/is done in. This fic takes place after the end of the manga. I hope you enjoy it and as always R R.
Also I will be using go terms but I'll always put them in the A/N for you.
Additional: don't worry Aki isn't an SI or a Sue. If you're seriously worried take a look at either my Trading Pain {Fruits Basket} or my A Rainbow of Many Colors {Gravitation}. They are both Original Character fan fictions and in both of them the OC's are well-rounded characters. Even if you only take a look at the reviews it should reassure you as to my capabilities towards creating my own characters. I have yet to create any Sues. I would also appreciate it if you don't jump the gun in labeling her a Sue. You actually do get to meet her in Chapter 3. If after you meet her and you still consider her a Sue well then by all means go a head and say so. However, I'm confident you won't believe that she is a Sue. To be honest her personality is so Un-Sue like it's almost scary.
Authors Note:
Fuseki – the opening stage of the game. Komoku – 3-4 point
Tournament of Memories
Fuseki
"There is going to be a Youth Go Tournament in America?"
"No way!"
"But do they even have enough players?"
"Rumor has it there are three pretty good players that just turned pro over there. There supposed to all be pretty young. I heard the oldest of the three was 17."
"I wonder how good they are? I mean come on its America, they can't be all that good."
"They are probably doing this for the publicity you know.
"I heard that they have already invited Touya Akira-san to play in the tournament... Do you think Shindo Hikaru-san will be in it again this year? We got pretty trampled in the last go tournament."
"Well, it was against Korea that we lost, so it can't be completely unexpected. Still those two will definitely want to play. I hear that the same three from Korea will be participating in the tournament. They'll definitely want to go."
"Do you think Japan will be sending the same players again?"
"You kidding! Shindo-san and the others were all really upset about loosing to Korea I think they'll jump at the chance to play them again."
Akira and Hikaru walked into the go salon. The players that had been gossiping only moments before fell silent as two of the players that they were talking about only moments before sat themselves down at their usual table and began to play.
The air was heavy in the room as they watched the two young men begin their battles across the board from one another. The question rang heavily in their minds and hearts, what were these two going to do? Were they going to represent Japan again? Would they refuse? What was going to happen?
"Hey!" Hikaru directed towards the elderly men watching them. "What's going on?"
Akira placed his black stone down on the board. "Focus on your playing Shindo." He lightly chided him.
"I know that already! Still, doesn't it feel dead in here? They're watching us and it's not even our game, it's us! It is so weird!"
"It doesn't matter. If you can't play with an audience than how can you call yourself a pro?"
"Who says I can't play with an audience! This is different though!" Hikaru sulked.
"Is it?" Akira asked mockingly
Hikaru glared at him, and slapped his stone down on the upper right komoku. Yes it was very different. Hikaru just couldn't force that uneasy feeling out of him. Still he tried. "So what do you think of those tournament games they are going to be having over in American this year."
"I was already invited to join in them." Akira reminded him absently.
"Are you going to play?" Hikaru prodded.
The whole room went silent. They were all straining their ears to hear the answer.
"There is a player that I would like to play on the American team so yes. I probably will."
Someone Akira would like to play? What does that mean exactly?
Hikaru was startled by the amount of gossiping that had just started around the room. Moments before there hadn't even been a whisper but now everyone was talking about it.
"You were invited to weren't you?" Akira pointed out. "You're going to play right?"
"Of course! No one insults Shusaku!"
"You're still holding a grudge over that?" Akira prodded. Hikaru had always held a soft spot in his heart for Honninbo Shusaku though he still didn't know why. Though he believed that he would learn the truth whenever Hikaru decided to tell him. All that he knew was that it was personal for him.
Hikaru merely nodded. He held a grudge, a very big one over what had been said, and he would do anything possible to prove that stupid idiot wrong. You can't learn anything from Shusaku? He's outdated. The very thought of that stupid Korean's taunts made Hikaru's blood boil with rage. Hikaru would destroy him, and every time he failed he would become stronger until he would be forced to admit his defeat. Sai was a genius. No one would be allowed to insult him or his playing. After all Sai's playing still lived in Hikaru's game.
"Yes, I am."
"Than we had better get to work. The real question is who is going to get the 3rd position. That slot is still undecided. They'll probably hold a tournament to see who gets it."
"You think it will be the three of us again?"
"Probably. I heard that Yashiro-san entered in for the competition for the placement next week. Ochii and Waya really don't stand a chance against him to be honest."
"IS that a compliment coming from you Akira?"
"No. Ochii and Waya are just even lower level players than him."
"Huh. Are we going to be staying at your house before we go to America for training?"
"Definitely. We are not going to loose again to Korea, and as for Aki I'm not going to let her beat me."
Aki? Who is that? Hikaru wondered
Chapter 2
Well, for those of you who read my first Hikaru no Go fan fiction, don't worry. That one was intentionally written to be mocking this one isn't. This story is done more in the same spirit that my Trading Pain [Fruits Basket] and A Rainbow of Many Colors [Gravitation] was/is done in. This fic takes place after the end of the manga. I hope you enjoy it and as always R R.
Also I will be using go terms but I'll always put them in the A/N for you.
Additional: don't worry Aki isn't an SI or a Sue. If you're seriously worried take a look at either my Trading Pain {Fruits Basket} or my A Rainbow of Many Colors {Gravitation}. They are both Original Character fan fictions and in both of them the OC's are well-rounded characters. Even if you only take a look at the reviews it should reassure you as to my capabilities towards creating my own characters. I have yet to create any Sues. I would also appreciate it if you don't jump the gun in labeling her a Sue. You actually do get to meet her in Chapter 3. If after you meet her and you still consider her a Sue well then by all means go a head and say so. However, I'm confident you won't believe that she is a Sue. To be honest her personality is so Un-Sue like it's almost scary.
Authors Note:
Fuseki – the opening stage of the game. Komoku – 3-4 point
Tournament of Memories
Fuseki
"There is going to be a Youth Go Tournament in America?"
"No way!"
"But do they even have enough players?"
"Rumor has it there are three pretty good players that just turned pro over there. There supposed to all be pretty young. I heard the oldest of the three was 17."
"I wonder how good they are? I mean come on its America, they can't be all that good."
"They are probably doing this for the publicity you know.
"I heard that they have already invited Touya Akira-san to play in the tournament... Do you think Shindo Hikaru-san will be in it again this year? We got pretty trampled in the last go tournament."
"Well, it was against Korea that we lost, so it can't be completely unexpected. Still those two will definitely want to play. I hear that the same three from Korea will be participating in the tournament. They'll definitely want to go."
"Do you think Japan will be sending the same players again?"
"You kidding! Shindo-san and the others were all really upset about loosing to Korea I think they'll jump at the chance to play them again."
Akira and Hikaru walked into the go salon. The players that had been gossiping only moments before fell silent as two of the players that they were talking about only moments before sat themselves down at their usual table and began to play.
The air was heavy in the room as they watched the two young men begin their battles across the board from one another. The question rang heavily in their minds and hearts, what were these two going to do? Were they going to represent Japan again? Would they refuse? What was going to happen?
"Hey!" Hikaru directed towards the elderly men watching them. "What's going on?"
Akira placed his black stone down on the board. "Focus on your playing Shindo." He lightly chided him.
"I know that already! Still, doesn't it feel dead in here? They're watching us and it's not even our game, it's us! It is so weird!"
"It doesn't matter. If you can't play with an audience than how can you call yourself a pro?"
"Who says I can't play with an audience! This is different though!" Hikaru sulked.
"Is it?" Akira asked mockingly
Hikaru glared at him, and slapped his stone down on the upper right komoku. Yes it was very different. Hikaru just couldn't force that uneasy feeling out of him. Still he tried. "So what do you think of those tournament games they are going to be having over in American this year."
"I was already invited to join in them." Akira reminded him absently.
"Are you going to play?" Hikaru prodded.
The whole room went silent. They were all straining their ears to hear the answer.
"There is a player that I would like to play on the American team so yes. I probably will."
Someone Akira would like to play? What does that mean exactly?
Hikaru was startled by the amount of gossiping that had just started around the room. Moments before there hadn't even been a whisper but now everyone was talking about it.
"You were invited to weren't you?" Akira pointed out. "You're going to play right?"
"Of course! No one insults Shusaku!"
"You're still holding a grudge over that?" Akira prodded. Hikaru had always held a soft spot in his heart for Honninbo Shusaku though he still didn't know why. Though he believed that he would learn the truth whenever Hikaru decided to tell him. All that he knew was that it was personal for him.
Hikaru merely nodded. He held a grudge, a very big one over what had been said, and he would do anything possible to prove that stupid idiot wrong. You can't learn anything from Shusaku? He's outdated. The very thought of that stupid Korean's taunts made Hikaru's blood boil with rage. Hikaru would destroy him, and every time he failed he would become stronger until he would be forced to admit his defeat. Sai was a genius. No one would be allowed to insult him or his playing. After all Sai's playing still lived in Hikaru's game.
"Yes, I am."
"Than we had better get to work. The real question is who is going to get the 3rd position. That slot is still undecided. They'll probably hold a tournament to see who gets it."
"You think it will be the three of us again?"
"Probably. I heard that Yashiro-san entered in for the competition for the placement next week. Ochii and Waya really don't stand a chance against him to be honest."
"IS that a compliment coming from you Akira?"
"No. Ochii and Waya are just even lower level players than him."
"Huh. Are we going to be staying at your house before we go to America for training?"
"Definitely. We are not going to loose again to Korea, and as for Aki I'm not going to let her beat me."
Aki? Who is that? Hikaru wondered
Chapter 2