AN: Okay, this was a random idea I had while trying to fall asleep. I've decided to just go with it. Hopefully, it won't get too long. The chapter titles tell who's third person perspective the story is focusing on. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: Waya

Waya opened his eyes with a sigh. Brown hair sticking up at all angles, he slowly pulled the covers from his body and reluctantly got out of bed. About a month had passed since Japan's loss in the North Start Cup, and a little less time since Shindou's defeat against Touya in the annual Young Lion's Tournament. Shindou, the name rung through his head. His opponent just kept getting stronger and stronger. After losing to Isumi in his match, he felt a little better when Shindou had lost to Touya. Still, the match has been close, both Shindou and Touya had played brilliantly, reading far deeper than Waya admitted he could. In the end, Touya had a victory of only one and a half moku. Those two seemed so far ahead of him it made him crazy sometimes. But still, he had grown a lot since to Pro Exams too.

The sky was sunny and filled with the pleasant sound of birds chirping and a small wind chime. He pulled on some comfortable pants that matched the color of his hair and his favorite camo top. The door bell rang and he hurriedly shuffled over to answer it. Standing outside, with a smile, was Shindou.

"Hey Waya!" Shindou called, full of excitement.

"Hey," Waya replied with a slightly strained smile.

"Come on, let's go," Shindou said, starting to pull Waya from his apartment, "Touya and Yashiro are waiting for us at the station."

"Hold it," Waya started, pulling away from Shindou's grasp, "I just got up and haven't even eaten yet!"

"Don't worry," the other boy dragged him, "The place where we're headed is really high-end. I bet they have better food than anything in your place."

Waya scowled, but let the other boy drag him from the door. He tired to fix his hair as they began walking to the station. He couldn't understand why they were doing what they were doing anyhow. Apparently, from what he'd heard from Shindou the other night, Yashiro had been accepted into a really prestigious high school for rich kids and had invited Shindou to tour the place with him. Then, Shindou had told Touya and after looking into it, Touya found that the school had a Go club and wanted to join the two. Besides, Touya came from a well-off family and the school had been perfectly pleased to let him check the grounds out. And then there was him.

Honestly, it didn't make sense for someone like Waya to be touring an academy for the wealthy. First, he didn't have much money, and second, he absolutely wasn't interested in enrolling in school any time soon. He found it a waste of time. Also, he wasn't friends with Yashiro (in fact, he hadn't even spoken more than a couple words to the guy) and didn't particularly like Touya, so he found it rather odd for him to be hanging out with them. His day would be much better spent staying home, studying kifu, and playing Go through the internet. Yes he should really...

"Good morning,"called a polite voice. Standing beside the girly looking Go genius who had spoken, with his arms crossed, was Yashiro.

Touya smiled, but then lightly grabbed Shindou's arm, trying not to draw attention. Even though he whisper it, Waya still heard Touya scolding Shindou that he was late. Shindou started to try and blame Waya.

"You guys," said Yashiro annoyed, "the train's ready."

Touya let go of Shindou's arm, looking embarrassed. The four of them loaded the train. It doesn't matter why I'm here, thought Waya as the doors began to slide shut, because I guess there's no turning back.