Disclaimer: Hikaru No Go and its characters belong to Hotta Yumi-sensei and
Obata Takeshi-sensei so no telling me that this is not how the story goes.
Author's notes: Once again, I would like to stress that this fic is shounen-ai and may progress to yaoi scenes. So if you're uncomfortable with this sort of thing, feel free to give this a miss. This is my second Hikago fic so please be nice and review! I know I am a horrible writer so please excuse me. Dosen't matter if the comments aren't good. I'll try to improve so please review! Thank you! ^.^
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*Waiting for You*
Touya Kouyo paused outside the study room, delicate fingers lightly tracing the intricate pattern on the bamboo screen. His eyes were hooded, deeply lost in thought. /What is it that I feel about this boy? Why am I here, hesitating outside, wanting to enter? I am a former meijin, still ranked as one of the best in the world, yet. yet I want to see Shindo play. He is not even a 1 dan, a young boy. No. His age is identical to Akira's. And Akira is no longer young. He is mature, a young man. He has progressed fast, pushing through the ranks as no other has done. He will be the head of the new wave that will revoulutionise the Go world, the tide of new professionals surging through the stagnant waters. Still waters run deep./Touya Kouyo smiled gently, shaking his head.
/Kuwabara and I, we will not give up so easily. Kuwabara will struggle, in this fight to death. He is doing well. He will groom them, prepare them to enter the Go world. He will also fight them savagely, weeding out those that are weak. In this, only the strongest survive. But I feel this new wave is strong. They have forged a friendship that is unbreakable, binding them regardless whether friend or foe. No, this new wave is even stronger than we are. They will surpass us, paving the way even further to reach the Hand of God. Will they succeed? Or will they be merely another stepping stone in this pursuit?/
Touya Kouyo hesitated, then gave a slight cough before pushing the screen door back. He made his way quietly across the tatami matting, before kneeling before the goban, silently watching the game. A good battle. Both sides were fierce, unrelenting. It was no tame battle. / Kuwabara's instinct is strong. It is legendary. I trust him in such matters. There must be two masters of equal genius to be able to reach the Hand of God. Many years ago, it was Kuwabara and I. Now it is Hikaru and Akira. But unlike us, I feel they will succeed. They will tread our path, till they can pave their own, to reach the Hand of God. They will succeed. We are sure of that./ Touya Kouyo took a last glance at the goban, before rising and taking his leave. He rested his hand on the screen door for a second, before pulling it shut.
Akira saw his father enter and leave. The battle was heated, and white was leading. Or seemed to be. The situation on the board was so complicated, the myriad of patterns interweaved, each stone's position vital. Each stone an answer to another, a response to a calling. Each stone possessing unbridled power, to create, to destroy. Each move. Akira's eyes widened slightly as he saw the move Hikaru made. /Sai.Sai. This is Sai's move. Hikaru. Is Hikaru Sai? Sai would place the stone here. Sai would place this stone, one that would defend the existing territory while advancing with an attack. Only Sai would see this. Only Sai. And Hikaru? I cannot speculate during a match! What will father say if he knew of this? Hikaru is not Sai! Why are these thoughts flooding through me, undermining my concentration?/
Akira lifted his head up, glistening emerald eyes boring into Hikaru's light green one's. His hand dipped into the wooden container, fingering the white stones gently. The shale was cool to the touch, smooth and perfect. Akira slammed the stone down. Pa-chi. The harsh sound resonated round the room, pounding its way into Akira's consciousness. /Why did I slam that stone down so hard? I didn't mean to. There was no reason to. I. I don't even know why. It is Hikaru. Something about him excites me. It makes every fibre in my body quiver in anticipation and longing. Waiting patiently for each game. He is my equal. He will forever be there, chasing me, pursuing my shadow. I should go on, leaving him in the dust, leaving him to see my footsteps leading down the road he cannot follow. I should. But I cannot. I want to wait for him. I want him to be my side. To be sure of the fact that we are forever equals, regardless of friend or foe. I want to be his friend./
Akira watched Hikaru from behind his eyelashes, hands laid on his lap. He saw Hikaru shift slightly, looking bemused.. Hikaru opened his fan, graceful fingers running along its length. His eyes had become dreamy, introspective, a sad look stealing into the olive eyes.
/Hikaru! Do you know what you are doing to me? Your face like that is so bitterly sweet, so pained and sorrowful. Do you know that every time you get that look, I want to comfort you? I never, ever, want you to feel that way again. Your face cuts my heart, breaks me. I want you to always be happy, always be by my side. I don't understand why I feel this way for you. The other pros don't cause such turmoil in me. Only you, Shindo Hikaru. When you were happy, I always wanted t be happy with you. I wanted to share in your joy, and make your joy mine. I wanted you, I wanted to share your life, your emotions, your heart. I wanted to be a part of you. Do you know how many sleepless nights you caused me? I lay on the futon, sleep eluding my grasp. Thoughts of you swamped my overloaded mind, the mere thought of you sending me into hysterics. I would replay all the matches, studying your moves, and the hidden significance behind them. All your moves have a hidden meaning. Nothing about you is straightforward, nothing reveals its true value at first glance. Your plays, they mask their value with a subtle wit, the stones dancing about the board with ease. You weave such a complicated tapestry, one that sometimes even I cannot break. That is when I long for more of you. The aura of mystery that lingers around you, the one that shrouds your real identity. I want you, Hikaru. We are destined to be more than foes. I want to be your friend. No. I want to be more than that. Not merely a friend. WHAT am I thinking?!?! Hikaru, it's all your fault! You caused these irrational feelings to overwhelm and swallow me up. You ./
Akira's face heated up, his cheeks burning form the thought. He awoke from his reverie with a guilty start. Shindo's eyes were now trained on his face, a predatory glint in those captivating eyes. The corners of Shindo's mouth were turned up slightly, a wicked smile gracing those full lips. Akira paused, wondering about the sudden change in expression./ Hikaru. why are you smiling like that? This isn't the Hikaru I know. You've changed so much. I wonder what-/
"Ahhhh! Shindo!" Akira yelped out in surprise. Akira was stunned, his mind in a whirr.. Shindo pushed over the goban, spilling the stones on the floor. He wrapped his strong arms around Akira's waist, pulling Akira closer to him. Akira lay limp in Hikaru's hands, relishing the feeling of Hikaru's body so close to his. /How did he know?! Was I that obvious? I always fantasized about this, always wanted Hikaru to do this to me. But. how did he know? Did I .Was the smile a trap?.Did I fall for it?.Hikaru!/ Warmth flooded through Akira's body as Hikaru pressed his lips to Akira's mouth. Akira melted, putty in Hikaru's arms. He relaxed, giving Hikaru's probing tongue entry.
Hikaru felt Akira become literally soft in hands. /So I was right all along. Akira does feel this way about me, just like I feel about him. The smile was just a test. A little unfair, perhaps, but I needed to know for sure. Now I understand. Now I see he light. Now I have Touya Akira./ Hikaru trembled at the thought, his hot tongue pushing deeper into Akira's mouth. Hikaru's tongue flicked teasingly into the sensitive crevices, his hands gently caressing Akira's back. /Akira tastes like. I can't place it. He feels like trust. He feels like excitement, and determination. You are so strong, yet so beautiful. You are the force that pulled me to you. Those deep emerald eyes, like magnets, dragged me into your world, forced me to pursue you, to abandon all for you. Do you even comprehend your influence over me? I saw you rising through the ranks, upwards, out of my reach. Yet, I felt your eyes on me all the while, studying me, waiting for me to catch up one day. I am here now. I fought to be your equal. Now I am. I am more than a foe. More than a friend. Now I am more than that. Akira. I loved you the day I met you. I just didn't realise it until now. I always assumed that feeling that percolated me whenever I met you was the feeling between rivals. It wasn't. It was the longing that I felt for you. Now I understand. Sai.You chased after Sai. You wanted to reach Sai, to know who he was. Sai was a part of me. I am telling you now. Sai. Sai, where are you? Akira, you will never know Sai. You only know me, but I carry Sai's shadow in me. Sai shows himself in my playing. I am not him, but I want to let him live through that. It is my repentance, my retribution. Are you content with that? Is it really me that you love?/
Akira felt his lungs bursting. He ignored the feeling, pressing himself closer to Hikaru. He could feel Hikaru's tongue entwining itself around his, tickling him. Akira gave a low moan and shuddered violently. He felt Hikaru smile against his skin.
Both boys pulled away at the same time, a unanimous decision. Akira clutched the front of shirt, gasping for breath. Shindo sprawled on the ground, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. Akira licked his lips, tasting Hikaru's essence. Hikaru glanced up to look at Akira, a wide smile playing across his lips. His olive eyes danced merrily as he saw the other boy meet his gaze and blush hurriedly. Hikaru leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Akira's cheek, cupping Akira's fingers in his hands. Akira smiled back, lightly cuffing the back of his head. They were lying on the floor, surrounded by the upturned pots of stones. The black and white stones were scattered over the mat, shimmering in the dancing light. Light flooded the room, the molten liquid that seeped into all niches and washed everything in a resplendent gold. Akira gazed across to Hikaru, noting how the light emphasized his eyes and made them light green, with flecks of gold. Akira reached forward, brushing the yellow bangs away form his face. "Shindo, you are beautiful. And. thank you. I love you. I'll love you forever." Akira's emerald eyes flashed. Hikaru felt himself shudder with pleasure. Both boys were aware of the silence that followed, each gazing into the depths of the other's eyes. Time ground to a standstill, it revolved solely round them. It lifted them higher, to the clouds, to where no one could reach them. The screen door was pulled softly shut. Akira froze, and was sent plummeting down from his dream. He turned his head slightly to face the door. It was closed, just as his father left it. Then perhaps, a mere figment of his imagination? He faced Shindo, seeing a look of dumb incomprehension mirrored in the other boy's features. The door had closed. Which meant that it had to be open first.
Akira pushed the thought from his mind and concentrated on Hikaru. He voice was even and calm. Just like Akira. Always in control, unflappable and controlled. "Shindo. Did the door just close?" Hikaru gulped nervously and nodded. The expression on Akira's face was unreadable, a blank mask. Fear surged through Hikaru. " Touya, are you angry? I... I just-mumph!" Hikaru stopped thinking as he lips were smothered beneath Akira's forceful advancement. Hikaru stopped thinking just then. Everything would be alright. He just knew it.
TBC.
Author's notes: Once again, I would like to stress that this fic is shounen-ai and may progress to yaoi scenes. So if you're uncomfortable with this sort of thing, feel free to give this a miss. This is my second Hikago fic so please be nice and review! I know I am a horrible writer so please excuse me. Dosen't matter if the comments aren't good. I'll try to improve so please review! Thank you! ^.^
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*Waiting for You*
Touya Kouyo paused outside the study room, delicate fingers lightly tracing the intricate pattern on the bamboo screen. His eyes were hooded, deeply lost in thought. /What is it that I feel about this boy? Why am I here, hesitating outside, wanting to enter? I am a former meijin, still ranked as one of the best in the world, yet. yet I want to see Shindo play. He is not even a 1 dan, a young boy. No. His age is identical to Akira's. And Akira is no longer young. He is mature, a young man. He has progressed fast, pushing through the ranks as no other has done. He will be the head of the new wave that will revoulutionise the Go world, the tide of new professionals surging through the stagnant waters. Still waters run deep./Touya Kouyo smiled gently, shaking his head.
/Kuwabara and I, we will not give up so easily. Kuwabara will struggle, in this fight to death. He is doing well. He will groom them, prepare them to enter the Go world. He will also fight them savagely, weeding out those that are weak. In this, only the strongest survive. But I feel this new wave is strong. They have forged a friendship that is unbreakable, binding them regardless whether friend or foe. No, this new wave is even stronger than we are. They will surpass us, paving the way even further to reach the Hand of God. Will they succeed? Or will they be merely another stepping stone in this pursuit?/
Touya Kouyo hesitated, then gave a slight cough before pushing the screen door back. He made his way quietly across the tatami matting, before kneeling before the goban, silently watching the game. A good battle. Both sides were fierce, unrelenting. It was no tame battle. / Kuwabara's instinct is strong. It is legendary. I trust him in such matters. There must be two masters of equal genius to be able to reach the Hand of God. Many years ago, it was Kuwabara and I. Now it is Hikaru and Akira. But unlike us, I feel they will succeed. They will tread our path, till they can pave their own, to reach the Hand of God. They will succeed. We are sure of that./ Touya Kouyo took a last glance at the goban, before rising and taking his leave. He rested his hand on the screen door for a second, before pulling it shut.
Akira saw his father enter and leave. The battle was heated, and white was leading. Or seemed to be. The situation on the board was so complicated, the myriad of patterns interweaved, each stone's position vital. Each stone an answer to another, a response to a calling. Each stone possessing unbridled power, to create, to destroy. Each move. Akira's eyes widened slightly as he saw the move Hikaru made. /Sai.Sai. This is Sai's move. Hikaru. Is Hikaru Sai? Sai would place the stone here. Sai would place this stone, one that would defend the existing territory while advancing with an attack. Only Sai would see this. Only Sai. And Hikaru? I cannot speculate during a match! What will father say if he knew of this? Hikaru is not Sai! Why are these thoughts flooding through me, undermining my concentration?/
Akira lifted his head up, glistening emerald eyes boring into Hikaru's light green one's. His hand dipped into the wooden container, fingering the white stones gently. The shale was cool to the touch, smooth and perfect. Akira slammed the stone down. Pa-chi. The harsh sound resonated round the room, pounding its way into Akira's consciousness. /Why did I slam that stone down so hard? I didn't mean to. There was no reason to. I. I don't even know why. It is Hikaru. Something about him excites me. It makes every fibre in my body quiver in anticipation and longing. Waiting patiently for each game. He is my equal. He will forever be there, chasing me, pursuing my shadow. I should go on, leaving him in the dust, leaving him to see my footsteps leading down the road he cannot follow. I should. But I cannot. I want to wait for him. I want him to be my side. To be sure of the fact that we are forever equals, regardless of friend or foe. I want to be his friend./
Akira watched Hikaru from behind his eyelashes, hands laid on his lap. He saw Hikaru shift slightly, looking bemused.. Hikaru opened his fan, graceful fingers running along its length. His eyes had become dreamy, introspective, a sad look stealing into the olive eyes.
/Hikaru! Do you know what you are doing to me? Your face like that is so bitterly sweet, so pained and sorrowful. Do you know that every time you get that look, I want to comfort you? I never, ever, want you to feel that way again. Your face cuts my heart, breaks me. I want you to always be happy, always be by my side. I don't understand why I feel this way for you. The other pros don't cause such turmoil in me. Only you, Shindo Hikaru. When you were happy, I always wanted t be happy with you. I wanted to share in your joy, and make your joy mine. I wanted you, I wanted to share your life, your emotions, your heart. I wanted to be a part of you. Do you know how many sleepless nights you caused me? I lay on the futon, sleep eluding my grasp. Thoughts of you swamped my overloaded mind, the mere thought of you sending me into hysterics. I would replay all the matches, studying your moves, and the hidden significance behind them. All your moves have a hidden meaning. Nothing about you is straightforward, nothing reveals its true value at first glance. Your plays, they mask their value with a subtle wit, the stones dancing about the board with ease. You weave such a complicated tapestry, one that sometimes even I cannot break. That is when I long for more of you. The aura of mystery that lingers around you, the one that shrouds your real identity. I want you, Hikaru. We are destined to be more than foes. I want to be your friend. No. I want to be more than that. Not merely a friend. WHAT am I thinking?!?! Hikaru, it's all your fault! You caused these irrational feelings to overwhelm and swallow me up. You ./
Akira's face heated up, his cheeks burning form the thought. He awoke from his reverie with a guilty start. Shindo's eyes were now trained on his face, a predatory glint in those captivating eyes. The corners of Shindo's mouth were turned up slightly, a wicked smile gracing those full lips. Akira paused, wondering about the sudden change in expression./ Hikaru. why are you smiling like that? This isn't the Hikaru I know. You've changed so much. I wonder what-/
"Ahhhh! Shindo!" Akira yelped out in surprise. Akira was stunned, his mind in a whirr.. Shindo pushed over the goban, spilling the stones on the floor. He wrapped his strong arms around Akira's waist, pulling Akira closer to him. Akira lay limp in Hikaru's hands, relishing the feeling of Hikaru's body so close to his. /How did he know?! Was I that obvious? I always fantasized about this, always wanted Hikaru to do this to me. But. how did he know? Did I .Was the smile a trap?.Did I fall for it?.Hikaru!/ Warmth flooded through Akira's body as Hikaru pressed his lips to Akira's mouth. Akira melted, putty in Hikaru's arms. He relaxed, giving Hikaru's probing tongue entry.
Hikaru felt Akira become literally soft in hands. /So I was right all along. Akira does feel this way about me, just like I feel about him. The smile was just a test. A little unfair, perhaps, but I needed to know for sure. Now I understand. Now I see he light. Now I have Touya Akira./ Hikaru trembled at the thought, his hot tongue pushing deeper into Akira's mouth. Hikaru's tongue flicked teasingly into the sensitive crevices, his hands gently caressing Akira's back. /Akira tastes like. I can't place it. He feels like trust. He feels like excitement, and determination. You are so strong, yet so beautiful. You are the force that pulled me to you. Those deep emerald eyes, like magnets, dragged me into your world, forced me to pursue you, to abandon all for you. Do you even comprehend your influence over me? I saw you rising through the ranks, upwards, out of my reach. Yet, I felt your eyes on me all the while, studying me, waiting for me to catch up one day. I am here now. I fought to be your equal. Now I am. I am more than a foe. More than a friend. Now I am more than that. Akira. I loved you the day I met you. I just didn't realise it until now. I always assumed that feeling that percolated me whenever I met you was the feeling between rivals. It wasn't. It was the longing that I felt for you. Now I understand. Sai.You chased after Sai. You wanted to reach Sai, to know who he was. Sai was a part of me. I am telling you now. Sai. Sai, where are you? Akira, you will never know Sai. You only know me, but I carry Sai's shadow in me. Sai shows himself in my playing. I am not him, but I want to let him live through that. It is my repentance, my retribution. Are you content with that? Is it really me that you love?/
Akira felt his lungs bursting. He ignored the feeling, pressing himself closer to Hikaru. He could feel Hikaru's tongue entwining itself around his, tickling him. Akira gave a low moan and shuddered violently. He felt Hikaru smile against his skin.
Both boys pulled away at the same time, a unanimous decision. Akira clutched the front of shirt, gasping for breath. Shindo sprawled on the ground, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. Akira licked his lips, tasting Hikaru's essence. Hikaru glanced up to look at Akira, a wide smile playing across his lips. His olive eyes danced merrily as he saw the other boy meet his gaze and blush hurriedly. Hikaru leaned over and planted a quick kiss on Akira's cheek, cupping Akira's fingers in his hands. Akira smiled back, lightly cuffing the back of his head. They were lying on the floor, surrounded by the upturned pots of stones. The black and white stones were scattered over the mat, shimmering in the dancing light. Light flooded the room, the molten liquid that seeped into all niches and washed everything in a resplendent gold. Akira gazed across to Hikaru, noting how the light emphasized his eyes and made them light green, with flecks of gold. Akira reached forward, brushing the yellow bangs away form his face. "Shindo, you are beautiful. And. thank you. I love you. I'll love you forever." Akira's emerald eyes flashed. Hikaru felt himself shudder with pleasure. Both boys were aware of the silence that followed, each gazing into the depths of the other's eyes. Time ground to a standstill, it revolved solely round them. It lifted them higher, to the clouds, to where no one could reach them. The screen door was pulled softly shut. Akira froze, and was sent plummeting down from his dream. He turned his head slightly to face the door. It was closed, just as his father left it. Then perhaps, a mere figment of his imagination? He faced Shindo, seeing a look of dumb incomprehension mirrored in the other boy's features. The door had closed. Which meant that it had to be open first.
Akira pushed the thought from his mind and concentrated on Hikaru. He voice was even and calm. Just like Akira. Always in control, unflappable and controlled. "Shindo. Did the door just close?" Hikaru gulped nervously and nodded. The expression on Akira's face was unreadable, a blank mask. Fear surged through Hikaru. " Touya, are you angry? I... I just-mumph!" Hikaru stopped thinking as he lips were smothered beneath Akira's forceful advancement. Hikaru stopped thinking just then. Everything would be alright. He just knew it.
TBC.