Note: Novel length (about 500 pages/ ~ 100 chapters), starting where the manga ends (after the Hokuto Cup)
Pairing: multiple male x male pairings (but extremely slow developing)
Rating: 16+ for major sex scenes in the 50+ chapters
! Disclaimer: I do not own Hikaru no Go or any of the characters.
I am an avid HnG lover and was very unhappy with the way the manga ends. After reading sort of all HnG fics I could find on the Net, I was still deeply dissatisfied, so dissatisfied to the point that I wanted to creat a dream end to HnG (including HikaxAki, Sai coming back, etc...) for myself. There were enough materials from fanfics that I read though, so I decided to use these, but alternated scenes I didn't like, shortened here and added there and fused them into one single novel. I tried my best to make the story go fluid like, yes, like a story of its own and not just an awkward pulled-together moisaic.
So when you read this, please note, that I am NOT an author and I DO NOT have the ambition to be credited as such. I only posted the story here since that I thought there might be other HnG lovers out the who would enjoy it.
I don't even know if posting this kind of work legal on this site - i'm a total newbie here - if it's not, I'll have to delete this story.
I am truely grateful to authors of the fics I used - I'll definitely credit them, but I'd rather do that at the end of the story or at the end of the related chapters in order to avoid spoilers. I am aware of property rights of all the authors and have no intention to violate their rights or humiliate them. If any of the authors voice their disagreement against my usage of their stories, I will also immediately delete the story.
Any comments to make this story better are very much appreciated (especially a better name!) Hope you enjoy this story as much as I do!
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Chapter 1
~1986-2002~
Yongha had an enviable existence by all accounts, as he had always been allowed practically anything that money can buy. He was an only child, and his parents' involvement in his life was mostly limited to an occasional public appearance and a great deal of money spent to make sure they could always brag about his accomplishments at parties. He showed a keen mind for strategy at a young age; immediately, there were baduk lessons, completed with a 7-dan of some renown as a private tutor. Fortunately, he liked the game, so he chose to apply himself; his achievements were many and keep his parents satisfied and out of his hair, and he grows up mostly on his own terms, doing always and only what pleases him.
He knew he was an exceptionally pretty child—his mother was constantly fussing over him for photographs, and his hair was allowed to grow glossy and long. When he was not quite a child any longer, the prettiness turned him nearly irresistible, and he knew this too, and abused the fact ruthlessly. He started with bored, rich, older females who had nothing better to do. Unfortunately, most of them had an irrational urge to feed him; because he didn't particularly fancy being someone's surrogate child (two parents, uninvolved as they are, have always been quite enough in his opinion), he soon moved on to bored, rich, older men, who were less likely to give him pet names and treat him like some sort of poodle.
He was beautifully polite to his parents' friends and made for pleasant company. He merely tolerated school but had an excellent memory, so when required to, he could talk about history and literature and other such subjects for hours and generally present the image of a civilized young man of good family. Most of the time, however, he was marvelously cocky with a devil-may-care sort of attitude that appealed to his preferred companions. He had no shame in the bedroom or anywhere else (no such virtue had ever been instilled in him) and that made him a particular favorite.
He lived just as he pleased and that was perfectly good enough for him—at least until the first Hokuto Cup, which changed a great deal in his life, because at the Hokuto Cup he encountered Shindou Hikaru.
~2002~
He enjoyed taunting Shindou at first because it was so amusingly simple. He liked stirring things up and being the center of attention and Shindou was the perfect target—easy to rile up, easier still to keep in a state of simmering anger and near-panic. So Shindou was an amusement—at least until he met this upstart on the goban and discovered that there was a great deal more to him than meets the eye. The furious, somewhat inhuman eyes that met his were fascinating and certainly DIFFERENT. He felt the warmth spread through him as he considered the possibilities—and beat Shindou into the ground despite his mad efforts to catch up.
He saw quite a bit of Shindou—and Touya, and the third one, whose name he didn't bother learning at the time—over the course of the next few days, and the fascination took root. He watched as Shindou had an epic game with Suyong, though it's lacking the flash and fire Yongha had seen him exhibit in the official match. Playing the way he had then, he should take Suyong's head off by midgame; instead, he won, but the game took about half an hour longer than Yongha expected it to. Once the game was over and Suyong's head was properly bowed, Shindou sat back on his heels with a bright grin. "How's THAT for you?" he asked, and looked at Yongha with a challenging look which was easy to understand despite the language barrier.
A few moments of silence later, one of the observers piped in helpfully, "He wants to know what you thought of the game."
Yongha looked at the skillful layout of stones on the board, smiled, and said, "You can tell him that 15-6 in midgame was the most foolish move I have ever seen. If he had been playing me, I would have destroyed him there." Silence. Touya looked startled, then thoughtful. "Go on," Yongha said to the upstart who had decided to take it upon himself to translate. "He wanted to know what I thought, didn't he?"
The boy squirmed under his gaze, and then said something in halting Japanese. Immediately, Shindou was on his feet, red with fury, glaring, clearly spoiling for a fight. Touya grabbed his arm, obviously intending to stop him, but that didn't halt the killing looks. Yongha never stoped smiling, thinking that this was more like it, the furious dragon eyes he had seen during the match, attention aimed solely at him. He decided he liked Shindou better like this, with single-minded focus, and resolved to keep him this way as long as possible.
He inclined his head, like a king to one of his lowliest subjects, and said, "If you'll excuse me, I skipped lunch." Shindou shouted after him, but he ignored it.
He managed an informal match with Touya the next day before they left, and won it by some miracle he wasn't certain of. It was Shindou's face he remembered from that match, though—tense and worried, as though much more was riding on the outcome of the game than a head bowed in surrender. He seemed to take Touya's loss as a personal affront. After he won, Yongha tested Shindou's control by smirking at him, and sure enough, just that easily his color was up and he let loose a long, incomprehensible string of Japanese.
"Well," Yongha said to Touya, who looked humiliated by Shindou's outburst. "That was fun."
"Excuse him, please," Touya said in his textbook Korean, and stood up to grab Shindou by the wrist and drag him from the room.
"Oi." Yongha turned to see the third Japanese boy—Ya-something or other; he didn't really care one way or another—scowling at him. „What about me?"
Yongha looked at questioningly at Suyong, who sighed dramatically and translated, "I think he wants to play with you."
Yongha examined the slightly slouched, scowling form of the Japanese player, then shrugged and told Suyong, "You can tell him he's not worth my time." He turned and sauntered out in the direction taken by Touya and Shindou.
"Yongha! Hey YONGHA, YOU RUDE, IMPOLITE-"
He cut off Suyong's furious tirade with a shut door and a laugh.
He had never really liked school, but when he get back from Japan, he hired a tutor and bought Japanese phrasebooks. "What are you DOING?" asked a bewildered Suyong when he catched him at it one afternoon between matches.
"Studying so you no have to deliver my messages," Yongha told him in carefully slow Japanese, never looking up from his book.
Suyong shook his head and stood there gaping like a fish for a few moments before turning on his heel and leaving.
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Note: this is from THE BRIEF AND ABRIDGED HISTORY OF KO YONGHA by chaineddove. No, this long story is not about Ko Yongha. I just like him a lot and try to incorperate a tiny bit of him into the plot.