Line of Difference
by Uenki

I do not own Hikaru no Go.

I only use them for fan fiction in terms of entertainment purposes.

The plot belongs to me, however, the characters maybe a little out of character.

CHAPTER 2

She was running, as far as her legs could take her. She was scared, so fearful of the soldiers that were on her tail. They are going to reach here soon! She thought, keeping the bloodline of the dynasty near her. She knew, she always knew, the prince was more precious than her life and it was a fact. A fact that cannot be masked, a fact that only she knew. She heard the rustling on the grass with her every move. It's all right if she was caught but the third prince must escape. She quickened her pace towards a tree and placed the child under the shade. The child who was sleeping so peacefully. Kiyoko smiled, that definitely was the empress child. The servant placed her cool palms onto the child's forehead and caressed him gently.

"Someday, ouji-sama and kougou-sama will reunite, this lowly one believes so," Kiyoko wept, softly, as she stood up and ran in the other direction, distracting the soldiers. So, till then, goodbye, ouji-sama. With their torches ablaze, the soldiers began to chase after Kiyoko and she was caught soon after. She refused to tell the prince's whereabouts after the brutal torture and they silenced the servant clean and swiftly.

Until the very last moment, Kiyoko thanked the empress for doting on her, for telling her how big, the world outside of kingdom is. The empress was like her very own mother, Gin took her in when she was just a kid. A poor, filthy kid. Thank you, kougou-sama, this lowly one is grateful, for your kind deeds. So, please live on, kougou-sama and ouji-sama.

Her body landed on the ground with a resounding thud. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The third prince was found by a slave trader and they took him in. However, when the third prince was five years old, he began to feel tired of the endless torments the traders, whom he know as 'boss', gave. So tired, so painful and he decided to escape. Away from the clutches of evil, he landed in a cold dark street. The heaven was crying, and the storm was raging. The third prince was out cold outside the geisha house.

"Has the child woke up yet?"
"Oh look, after a clean up, this child looked certainly cute!"

More murmurs came, as the third prince struggled to open his eyes. He stirred a little, and gasped for air softly. His mouth felt dry and clammy, his lips were painful and his whole body felt so sticky. The light blinded his eyes as he froze there for a moment and then adjusted to the lights. He was in a room, a place where he had not seen before in his live. That room was pretty and clean, unlike those shacks 'boss' and him stayed, with rats and cracks on the walls. The bed was so comfortable, unlike those hays he slept on which was prickly and painful.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voiced asked, the child focused his gaze onto a woman. Tall, slim and pretty with sharp green orbs and sleek, black hair. Her hair was tied up in spirals and small braids circled around the tight bun. A butterfly-shaped hairpin was placed in the bun. She was wearing a lavender-colored robe and a few women came and crowded around him. He blushed instantly. There are six of them in there. All of them were wearing robes of different shades of color. Light lime-green, silvery-white, azure blue, soft shade of orange and deep, blood red. Some were chatting with him gently, some was placing their hands on his forehead to check if was all right and some were offering him snacks like western-cakes and sweet drinks. Only then, the woman in lavender robe spoke up.

"What is your name, child?" she questioned. The child twiddled his index fingers and shook his head. He do not have a name, he was often referred to as the 'boy' by his Boss. It had occurred quite naturally that he was a word that was used to call him. However, when his boss mentioned him in front of others, the others would just laugh insultingly. That was why he hated that name.

"What? The poor, adorable child doesn't have a name?"
"Awww…"

"Can we name him?"

More questions bombarded the woman in lavender robe. It was shown, clearly and evidently that she was the one who made the decisions in the group. The woman smiled gently and placed the child's little palms in her own. She then questioned the child, a question that meant a gift of freedom for the child. It was the turning point of his life.

"Is it all right if we give you a name?" She asked, gently and softly, not wanting to terrify the child. The child thought and nodded with the giggles of the women who just thought that when he was thinking, he was certainly cute. The woman in lavender robe paused and thought for a moment. The woman behind spoke for a little and betted on what the woman in lavender was going to say.

"Sai, you are going to be called, Sai." The group of women sighed in unison behind her. They all thought that she would be giving him a more feminine name like 'Sachiko'. However, they were wrong.

The woman in lavender placed her hands on her chest and introduced herself as Ui. The woman in light lime green was known as Asayo. Another woman, who looked no younger than nineteen, was called Aya. The woman in orange just murmured 'Saya' flatly while munching on a bun. The woman in blue, a typical woman who just loves cute things, including Sai, was known as Rikka. The last woman, who was standing by the door, with a doll-like icy demeanor, was known as Fuuko.

Fuuko brushed her long robe to the right and approached the child who was looking at her daringly, with a burning determination in his eyes. Sai just felt that the big sister in blood red felt offensive. Fuuko stopped right in front of the child and Ui stood up.

"This is a geisha house, child. If you want to live in this place, then you must try out way and means for you to survive. We will not offer food for incompetence people, including children, who des not work, you hear me?" Fuuko snapped, coldly. Her eyes were a darker shade of red and were burning a hole in Sai's face as her glare intensified. It was a challenge and as a child, Sai just laughed mockingly at Fuuko.

"Fine." The child spoke, succinctly. Fuuko smirked. A deal was made and the group of women chuckled. Before the women left, Ui offered a piece of advice. Fuuko just told you to adapt in where you lived.

Please excuse me, the first two chapters must be fast paced to continue the story. So please understand as far as possible.