Disclamer: I don't own Hikaru no Go.
As Shindo Hikaru opened his eyes, the brightness stung them. He was in a room that was a white monotone. There were flowers and gifts strewn around the room, and even at that moment, the nurse was entering the room with some get well cards from school. "Why am I in the hospital?" asked Hikaru. "I feel fine."
"You collapsed yesterday morning when you were up in your grandpa's attic," replied the nurse. "Dr. Sekemono will be with you in a moment."
"Why did I collapse?" asked Hikaru when the doctor arrived, " I suppose that the stress from upcoming exams in school may have affected my health, but I wasn't really thinking about the tests when I passed out."
"You may have lost consciousness due to that, but we would like to run some tests on you just to make sure that you are healthy enough to leave the hospital." said Dr. Sekemono.
Hikaru obeyed the hospital's staff, and soon all the tests were complete. Hikaru couldn't wait to go home and sleep in his normal bed. Looking outside the window, however suggested that it was too late for him to return home tonight.
"The hospital will keep you overnight to be sure that your current health is stable, and that you will not retreat into a coma." said Dr. Sekemono.
That night, Hikaru pondered the dream he had during his long lapse in awareness. The last thing he could remember was looking at a strange stain on his grandpa's Go board. Hikaru's dream had revolved around Go
The Dream
Hikaru was focused on cleaning a stain that looked like blood off of his grandpa's Go board. Akari, a girl from his school, was also inspecting the Go board with him. "I don't see any stain." she said, sounding worried.
It was in good shape, but he thought that the stain would be considered a flaw, and would lower the board's overall value. Hikaru planned to sell this board because his allowance was running low, and he needed spending money.
"Can you hear me?" an excited voice called. Seeing Hikaru's head swiveling back and forth, looking for the disembodied voice, it continued, "You can hear me, can't you?"
"Akari, I think that someone else is up here with us!" Hikaru warned. "Grandpa, is that you? Come out and face me!"
"Hikaru stop it," Akari said. "Fine, I'll leave!"
The strange voice called out again. "Thank you God, all mighty." Hikaru was seriously freaked out by then. All of a sudden, a tall figure shrouded in a purple cloak appeared. After but a breif glance at the mysterious person, darkness engulfed Hikaru's vision.
The next morning, Hikaru rose from his hospital bed and dressed in normal street clothes. His shirt portrayed a large yellow number 5, surrounded by a red sunburst, the rest of the shirt was white. Most of the shirts in his closet had the same number written on them, reflected Hikaru.
Hikaru's mom let herself into the room after a quick knock. "Good morning, Hikaru are you ready to go?"
"Yep!" came Hikaru's fast reply. "Let's get out of here!" Hikaru wasn't very fond of hospitals, so he wanted to leave as soon as possible. They started walking towards the front desk to sign Hikaru out.
When Hikaru finally made it home, many people greeted him. His friend Akari showed up with her family, and relatives that Hikaru didn't even know that he had came to see him. Hikaru was polite, but he just wanted to go upstairs and rest. He wanted to further ponder his strange dream.
"Hikaru!" It seemed that Hikaru's grandpa had finally seen him. "How are you?"
"Grandpa! It's been a while, I'm feeling a lot better. How are you?" came Hikaru's enthusiastic reply. When his dream came to mind again, Hikaru's mind started to form an idea.
"I'm doing well. After I retired recently, I have played go more than ever. How I love that game." Here comes the 'when I was your age' speech, Hikaru thought. "Even when I was young, like you, I enjoyed playing go. I was considered quite good actually. I won more than my fair share of trophies, and I could beat any average person in a salon. One day, I met a not so average person. He called himself a pro. He played a whole lot better than I could ever hope to play, even though he was younger than me by at least four years. His name was Touya Koyo. He eventually became the Mejin himself. Now he has a son named Akira that is about your age. i bet that Akira could become your friend if you would allow me to teach you go."
Usually his speeches were longer. "I think that I actually have an idea of how to play," Hikaru said, thinking about his dream. "Can I try playing a game against you sometime?"
"If you only have an idea of how to play, then you are not ready to play me." said Grandpa with pride. "Perhaps I will play Shoudi-Go with you instead."
"Ok. I guess that's alright, but there is no goban here." said Hikaru sadly. "Maybe tomarrow we can go to a go salon."
"That sounds fine to me." said Hikaru's Grandpa, putting on his hat and coat and heading out the door. "See you tomarrow."
Slowly Everyone left, and Hikaru was sent up to bed, thinking about what tomarrow would bring.