Chapter 2
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Pulling on a black V-necked sweater vest over his shirt and yellow tie, Akira checked himself in the mirror one last time before heading out of the house into Ogata's brand new Mercedez. It was sleek with all the right curves and was a hard top convertible to boot. Obviously, being Meijin had its perks.
Stubbing out a cigarette in his portable ash tray, Ogata looked at Akira behind his glasses and smiled. He was growing up to be a fine, young man. His hair was still the same cut, but his face and body had matured ten fold. He was already 5'9 and had the ladies practically pulling their hearts out for him to feed on, but Akira still hadn't brought any girl home to his mother and father. For all that anyone knew, he probably still hadn't had his first kiss.
"Thank you, Ogata-san," Akira said after closing the door behind him.
Ogata smirked, "Congratulations on your long road to victory. You're almost eighteen and I'm terrified at your ability to take the title away from me and still be going to a prestigious school." The green-haired boy felt his cheeks redden a bit at the compliment.
He smiled at Ogata and muttered a thanks. While driving there, Ogata and Akira talked about the latest news of Go and how one of these days Akira needed to travel to get a vast new array of how Go really expanded. Before Akira knew it, Ogata had parked in front of the school.
The older man sighed and looked at the campus, "I'm getting old." Getting out another cigarette to light, Akira smiled, "Everyone is getting old, Ogata-san."
Saying their last goodbyes, Akira walked out onto the campus. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the auditorium.
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"Look at all these pompous, assholes," Hikaru grumbled under his breath. He had hardly been there five minutes and people are already giving him the stink-eye and avoiding him like the plague. All he did was shake a mans hand and when asked what his major was, the whole room seemed to stop and stare.
"There is nothing wrong with philosophy! Pre-law, dammit! Pre-law!" Hikaru screamed unnecessarily at no one and scared a few women from behind him. Walking over to the concession table, he looked at the bland fruit punch, on the bland white cover, next to some bland white paper cups. Cursing under his breath, he poured himself a drink, " I hope this shit is spiked." Taking a swig from it, he blanched. Crushing the paper cup, he slam dunked it in to a trash can and turned around to walk over to sit down.
He ran into a boy who was holding and trying to balance eight cups. Accidentally bumping into each other, Hikaru's whole front part of his gray suit was drenched in the red-stuff.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that!" the poor boy exclaimed. Feeling hot-headed, yet genuinely sorry for the boy, Hikaru calmed him down and headed towards the bathroom.
He grabbed some paper towels and attempted to wipe the red, disgusting liquid off. "Shit! I'm gonna need this specially dry-cleaned if this stuff is ever going to come out." Resting his hands on the side of the sink, he stared at himself in the mirror. He had gotten several ear piercings on one ear; three in the lobe and two in the cartilage. He was thinking of an eyebrow piercing, but he had already shocked his mother and father with the unorthodox practice with the needle and decided against it.
"This can not get any worse."
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As soon as he stepped into the room, Akira wished he had walked back out. Already, people that knew who he was, were flocking to him like dogs to a piece of meat and he couldn't handle all of these people at once. Girls batted their lashes at him and asked for his number to learn Go and the men couldn't help but follow under the same spell. Excusing himself, he walked to the mens room and opened the door.
"This can not get any worse."
His heart stopped as he heard the voice. It was familiar, but had a deep resonant tone to it with an edge of gruffness that sounded like someone that smoked. However, that same voice held a familiarity that he had only recently heard in his dreams. Turning the corner, he caught himself as his mouth dropped slightly and his eyes widened in shock. Standing before him, was the one person he had been looking for since his middle school days. His enemy. His rival. His...
"H-Hikaru!"
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Gripping the sink, he bit his bottom lip and felt sweat form on his brow. The voice that called his name had an air of surprise and disbelief and had the same commanding tone that was gentle, yet stern.
God, please don't let it be him.
Swallowing harshly, he slowly looked at the boy standing next to him. He had gotten taller, his face more angular, but soft and his body had been built in all the right places. He was a little under his height, but his hair shown with that same odd brilliance and cut only he could pull off. He was gorgeously dressed in the best money could offer and his slightly pink lips were parted.
Hikaru's eyes widened and he quickly got up to run out, but Akira was blocking the way and he wasn't about to allow the other from escaping so easily. Growling in his throat, Hikaru gazed at Akira with as much harshness as possible, but the boy met the same stare with even more hate that sent a shock wave through the taller boys body.
"Where the hell have you been?"
Hikaru almost couldn't believe the low voice coming from the boy and clenched his fist as he looked away.
"You, bastard. Answer me!"
Struggling with the voice of his own, he looked at Akira and couldn't help but admire his strength. " I...quit Go because I didn't want to play anymore," Hikaru bit out as he looked at the floor and waited for the others reply. Not hearing anything, he stared at the boy only to be shocked at the brightness of those eyes and the tears being held back. At a loss of words, Hikaru attempted to step around Akira, but was quickly held back by a hand that caught his wrist. Akira slammed him into a wall and reeled back his fist to punch Hikaru. However, his fist stopped in the air just before he landed a hit.
Hikaru had closed his eyes for the impact, but when nothing occurred he stared at him and found hate filled eyes struggling with conflicting emotions for Hikaru; this is the reason why he left. He knew the boy would loathe him even more if he found out exactly how he felt for the other. Eventually, he let go of Hikaru and walked out of the bathroom calmly without a word.
Shaking himself of the moment, he used the automatic dryers to dry his shirt that was now a slight shade of pink and walked out. As he approached the main room, he automatically knew right away where Akira was from the flock of idiots gushing over him. Hikaru couldn't understand why people would put the other boy on such a high pedestal besides that he played an amazing game of Go, was a freaking genius, aaaaaaand was possibly the most beautiful person in the world. Not that any of that mattered. To him.
Shit
Sitting himself down as far away from the crowd as possible, he couldn't help but be shocked at the unexpected composure Akira had from what just happened in the bathroom. Maybe, he forgot him already or at least needed to vent so that he could forget him.
He was laughing...
Suddenly, a girl with long black hair put her arm around Akira's and Hikaru felt a wave of nausea pass through him. Almost on cue, the adored boy turned around to where Hikaru was sitting.
Did the motherfucker just smirk at me?
The boy had that same wave of arrogance he was known for when he thought of someone as a rival and Hikaru couldn't help but want the satisfaction of slamming that lovely face of his into a wall including the bimbo girl that was on the verge of humping his leg.
Fuck my life.
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Author's Note: Yes, I did make Hikaru into a manwhore, foul-mouthed piece of flesh. Je l'adore. And yes, the view points switched two and fro, but since they finally met each chapters from now on they will just be from the view point of one person at a time.
And to answer the question why Hikaru started in TU was because he quit being pro. So, he grew a pair and started studying. :) YAY, FOR STUDYING.