Disclaimer: I do not own Hikaru no Go or any of its characters.
Author's notes: Hello, everyone. I was playing around with this idea late last night and thought it would be fun to write it. The story below is what was produced after a day's hard work. If it's a bit coarse, then please excuse me. It will be updated in four short installments; I hope you don't mind. As you will find out, it's a Waya/Shindou thing, but very slight, not even noticeable until the end. Nevertheless, you have been warned. Please read and review!
Naomi
"…and then she had the nerve to say that I'm too goofy." Waya shouted indignantly, like that was the most absurd speculation in the universe. "Can you believe that anyone who plays Go as brilliantly as me is 'goofy'?"
"I cannot, sir." Shindou replied in mock solemnity. "I would dare say that your maturity matches that of Touya Akira. Now, concentrate, will ya?"
"Thanks, but don't ever compare me to that uptight bastard again." Waya stared at the board intently, searching for any possible traps that might have been concealed in Shindou's irregular play. Moments later, he placed a stone that craftily ruined Shindou's shape.
"Trust me," Waya grinned evilly at Shindou, "you don't want me to concentrate."
Shindou merely shrugged.
"What's her name anyway? Is she still the one that you went out with last month?"
"Naw, man, you need to keep up. There is a line waiting and I have to give everyone a turn." Waya snickered and brushed the tip of his nose with his thumb. He glanced around the quiet Go salon, no, there wasn't any adoring fans gawking at him. All the same, he winked at the general public.
Shindou rolled his eyes exasperatedly.
It was a rainy weekend in the middle of June. Shindou had met up with Waya outside the usual salon to play a few games. They were attempting to keep a series of tied scores, trying to maintain a perfect balance between winning and losing. It was great for practice since it required immense control and careful calculation. With their frame of mind as sluggish as the steady rainfall, such an uncompetitive approach to the game was quite welcome.
Three matches into the Even Go marathon and Waya started ranting about his latest girl, or rather, his ex-girlfriend, Yumiko something.
"Look, the way I see it is that you need to find someone and go steady. Drop your mighty bachelor attitude because it doesn't really suit you." Shindou suggested good-naturedly, in every which way a sympathetic, loyal friend.
"Whatever you say, Shindou. We are like, what… sixteen and eighteen? We just don't go steady at this age. It ruins reputation." Waya brushed off the advice like he was brushing lint off his shirt.
Again, Shindou shrugged. They had finished their sixth game and he was busy counting the territories. Waya looked at his watch for the fifth time.
"I gotta go now, man. I have a date with… uh, Naomi?" Waya scratched his head.
"You don't know?" Shindou gaped at him in amazement.
"I lost track! No big deal… just need to check my calendar before heading out." Waya pushed back his chair and stood up. "See you soon, 'Kay?"
"Sure…" Shindou muttered. He looked down at the board once again. "You lost, you know."
"What?" Waya turned around, puzzled.
"You lost," Shindou repeated, flashing his dark glare at Waya, "by half a moku. It was supposed to be a tied game. Get it together and be careful next time."
"Sorry, Shindou," Waya looked at the board too, clearly nettled by his own carelessness. Then he disappeared out the door.
Shindou looked down at his hands. It got him confused. Why was he suddenly in a very bad mood?
Author's notes: Believe it or not, but that's really all for this chapter. I feel quite bad for the shortness but I assure you I will update very soon. Again, I would greatly appreciated it if you find it in your heart to review... however short it may be right now.