Rating: PG Genre: shounen-ai, humor Pairings: Hikaru & Akira Disclaimers: not mine
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The crowd in the viewing room exhaled a sigh as Shindou Honinbo s opponent resigned.
That s the third time Shindou-sensei has defended his title, a young reporter for Go Weekly said happily.
On the television screen Hikaru Shindou was smiling and thanking his opponent while running one hand through his trademark blond bangs.
You d think a man of his standing would decide upon a more dignified hairstyle, remarked an older reporter with slight disapproval as he gathered up his notes. The two argued amicably as the left the room.
Akira Touya just smiled indulgently at the screen as his lover shook his bright head at a question. He knew why Hikaru wouldn t change his hair
(Flashback)
Akira stretched slightly in order to peer anxiously over the crowd in the airport waiting area. Hikaru s plane from Korea had already landed and he had been running late due to an unexpectedly tough game.
I wonder if he left me a message. Akira was reaching for his cell phone when some dark haired stranger grabbed him.
Instinct took over and Akira shoved with his left hand and swung upwards with his right. The heel of his hand connected with a *crunch*.
Ow, ow, ow! The stranger cupped his hands over his face, stumbling backwards over some chairs before landing on his ass in front the horrified onlookers. Kira, what are you doin ? complained a familiar voice.
H-hikaru? Akira stared downwards into mossy green eyes surrounded by dark brown bangs. What did you do to your hair?
Nebber min my air, whined Hikaru nasally. Wha bout my nose? I thin you broke it.
Oh shit, whispered Akira as airport security arrived. He found himself bowing compulsively as he offered excuses and apologies to the police, to the crowd, to Hikaru, to the medic that was summoned to attend to Hikaru, to Hikaru again. Finally they were alone in the taxi on their way back into Tokyo.
Hikaru sank into his seat with a sigh, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he held an icepack over his nose. Akira stared at the strange sight of a Hikaru with solid chocolate brown hair. After a bit, he repeated, What did you do to your hair?
One green eye opened enough to glare at Akira. You were always complain that I still looked like a kid, so I thought I d surprise you. Hikaru was still a little nasal.
Well, you succeeded in surprising me.
Hnn. Silence, then That was some hit.
You re the one who taught me how to defend myself. Akira slid closer to Hikaru and laid a long fingered hand against Hikaru s cheek, turning that familiar face towards him. Welcome back, Hikaru.
More silence. Then the cab hit a bump and, Ow!
Akira took a deep breath, I d better call your doctor.
After dat call my hairdresser, Hikaru leaned back again and replaced the icepack over his nose. I m changing my hair back tomorrow."
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Notes: Inspired by a comment to a HnG DJ.
I wrote this a couple of years ago and never put it up on FF. Since I'm finally updating my files, here it is.
Yes I know, this is in direct opposition to "Kami Kousen".
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