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Touya-sensei's wake was three days ago, and Shindou-sensei's was six months ago.
After Shindou-sensei left, I don't think I heard fights that went as bad as the ones between the two senseis. It felt strange, for the streets to be so quiet and peaceful. It wasn't the usual and familiar street anymore.
The one time I peeked into Touya-sensei's backyard, I got caught.
Touya-sensei looked me straight in the eye.
After seeing it was me, his glare softened, and I guess that was a sign for I was welcomed.
But he looked so lonely without Shindou-sensei.
There was no one to play go with, no one to bicker with, and no one to visit Innoshima with.
After allowing me in, he lowered his head to shift his attention back onto his go board.
Without looking up, he started speaking, "During our teenage years, Hikaru was the healthy kid. He still found the time to exercise, and he occasionally would help out and play in school soccer teams during practice. I always sat out because I was so physically awkward. I tried playing the first time Hikaru talked me into going to a practice with him. I tripped during the first minute of the game and brought down two other players on the field with me." At that thought, he managed a little smile and chuckled, "I think he would have been an athlete if he didn't become a go player. I was the physically weak one. I could never catch up with Hikaru when he dragged me around town. No one ever thought things would turn out this way, that he would be the one to be leaving first."
Over the following days, he told me stories of ancient go boards and ghosts, stories of how childish disputes started, stories of getting revenge on red-haired Koreans, and the story of playing the best go game of your life against a destined opponent.
Sometimes we would play five-in-a-row, and sometimes we would play a game or two of go. I spent the first summer of middle school in Touya-sensei's backyard.
It was late, and my mom had called for bed-time.
I put the new go board my father bought me after I passed my insei exam, and pulled out my futon. Then I untied and combed through my long, purple hair, and settled into my futon.
Good night, Hikaru, Akira.
"Hikaru...I'm so moved. I didn't you could be so emotional."
"Aw, shut up Akira! It's not fair that I wrote the letter. Now, could we play?"
"What do you mean not fair? You were the one..."
"Cut it off! Cut it off! Just nigiri already!"
Just an extension of the first piece.
The same… the writing's not that good, but the idea came, so I wanted to write it out, even though it was extremely short.
I really like the characters in the series. Actually, I like all of them. My favorites are Hikaru, Hikaru with Akira, Kuwabara, Ogata, maybe Sai, probably Waya, and somehow Kurata. He's such a funny braggart XD Plus, Ochi's not even that bad. The only person I wouldn't write for is… Gokiso? Well… it's the guy selling fake Shuusaku boards. Heck, I'd probably write something just to make fun of him XD
So it was kind of saddening to see the series end the way it did. But I really don't have the skills to extend the actual story, so…the idea was to write out bits and bits of the what I thought or maybe what I want to happen, so I sort of decided to start at the end : )