Disclaimer: Hikaru No Go and its characters belong to Hotta Yumi-sensei and
Obata Takeshi-sensei so no telling me that this is not how the story goes.
Author's notes: Thank you everyone who reviewed! You have no idea how
gratified I am to receive those treasured reviews! I am not dramatising
this, honest! Thank you again for being so nice! (I didn't expect any
reviews at all) By theway, I have no idea how this fic turned out so
strange. The characters went out of control halfway ^.^ Well, my this is my
third try at a Hikago fic so please review! (And please don't ask how Ogata
got dragged into this) Doesn't matter if the reviews aren't good, please
review! Thank you!
By the way, does anyone know how to format spacing between lines in ff.net format? Sorry I couldn't change the spacing for this, I don't know how to. Please tell me so I can change the next one! Thank you!
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*Waiting For You*
Chapter 2:
Ogata shut the door, with a barely audible click, a sly smile stealing across his handsome features. He shut his eyes, raking a hand through his platinum blonde hair. His eyebrows arched in sadness, a stark contrast to the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips. /Touya. Touya Akira. How could you? How could you do this to me?! How could you fall for Shindo? Ahh.I can't blame you for that. For I. I love Shindo too. As much as I love you. I want you both to be with me, to soothe this pain in my aching heart. This pain rips me apart, driving a stake through my heart. It cuts me to see you two together, to see both of you lost in each other, to see myself alienated from all this. I will admit it. It is pure lust, wanton untamed lust, a raging feeling that pours in torrents over me, drowning me in its bitterness. For I want both of you. Badly. It seems that each second I live is for the both of you only. Those chance meetings, do you really think they were a coincidence? They precisely planned, each second timed to coincide with you.. Those fleeting glances, light smiles, I lived in those seconds. I lived for those moments. Now the both of you have left without me, speeding forward without waiting for me to catch up. You have progressed so fast, leaving no time to tell both of you of my apin, my sorrow, the feelings that I harbour deep in my soul. They are suppressed, locked up in the remotest corner, concealed behind a façade. I am too late.. I just wish./
Kuwabara hesitated before the corner, mid step, his internal alarms going off, bleating out an urgent warning It was seldom that anything happened to trigger such a reaction in his mind. His brain was focused, sieving out all that was of little importance, concentrating on those that truly mattered. This was a situation of astronomical proportions. His instincts were legendary, honed to perfection, sensitively attuned to his surroundings. His instincts were never wrong, yet this matter stop out in his mind, demanding immediate attention, urging him to settle it without further ado. It was so. persistent. It's intensity increased with each passing second, growing till it peaked at a dangerous climax. Kuwabara could sense grief, bitterness, and even.. joy, fear.
Kuwabara frowned, his face crinkling. This was a really odd mixture of emotions. A potentially dangerous combination. It was a ticking bomb, lying dormant, set to explode. His brow furrowed with the effort of concentration. /If I focus all my energy on this feeling, it takes on a shape, a form in my mind. This one. this one is new. I have never seen it before. This mix of emotions is strange, tingling and stimulating like strychnine. It is pungent, sharp, toxic, like an exotic cocktail. I see it as a deep hue of amethyst, liquid, shifting alarmingly from one form to another. It does not stay still, it is constantly morphing, and at times, concealed by a silver cloud. It is as if someone is trying to hide these feelings, smothering them under, disguising their true nature. Someone is trying to hide them. From whom?/
Kuwabara shook his head lightly, his socked feet padding across the ground. He deftly strode across the corner, coming face to face with Ogata 10 dan. Kuwabara's senses worked overdrive, recording the intensity of feeling radiating from the younger man. / He seems disturbed. Perhaps I may even venture to add, slightly desperate. Yet I sense wanting, anger, bitterness, loss, hurt. In Ogata?! This is impossible. But my senses do not deceive. Ogata's true nature... I cannot profess to know much about that. But Ogata? Is it really possible? Is it that term that is nagging at me?/Kuwabara studied the younger man, whose head was lowered, soft hair shielding his face. Ogata's clenched fist rested on the screen door, the other arm hanging limp by his side. His lanky frame was bent, head bowed in defeat. Ogata's fine features were emotionless, a calm mask, but Kuwabara sensed the inner turmoil boiling over within. His lips were contorted into a faint smile, tinged with pain and bitterness.
Kuwabara stepped forward, giving a slight cough. His eyes bored into Ogata's, questioning. He waited patiently, holding his gaze, until Ogata's eyes met his. Ogata gave an involuntary start, his fingers trembling. Ogata hurriedly ran his fingers over his clothes, smoothening out the wrinkles, and setting his hair into place. He almost glared at the old man, stopping when he saw understanding in the other's eyes./Kuwabara! What is he doing here? This is Touya Meijin's house. it is not one of his frequent haunts! He is looking at me in this manner, those small eyes, showing a kind of understanding, and compassion. Kuwabara! You are my enemy! You have no right to appear in front of me, startling me, seeing me when my defenses are down, when I am vulnerable and weak!/ Ogata stood up straight, his body rigid. He clenched both his fists, holding them till the knuckles were a bone white. His grey eyes were pinned solely on Kuwabara's, defiance radiating from his tense body. "Kuwabara." Ogata's tone was icy, yet trembling beneath the calm front. Kuwabara merely nodded as an acknowledgement, waving in a vague direction to the closed door.
Ogata's heartbeat quickened, as panic raced through him. /Does Kuwabara know? Does he guess? My deepest secret, my most zealously guarded feelings, has he broke through my lines of defense, and caught a glimpse of my true feelings? I..He cannot know! What is happening to me?!/ Ogata's face twisted in a mask of pain, raging feelings sweeping across his face. His face contorted in bitterness, his mouth clamped shut in anger. He bit his lip savagely, tasting the sweet copper taste flooding his mouth. It was so sharp, so sweet, yet so bitter. Blood welled on his lip, and he forced himself to lick it away. The force of the taste sent him reeling, savouring the blood in his mouth. /My blood, it tastes so sweet! I feel giddy, drunk on its taste. This is the first time I can taste my blood, running it over my tongue, feeling its warmth trickle into my mouth. Bitterness is also mingled within the suffocating sweetness, leaving the sharp taste on my tongue. Is love like this? Sweet, intoxicating, yet so painful? Does it cut so? Blood seems to soothe my heart, letting me get drunk on its taste. This is my punishment, my retribution. I lost Shindo. I lost Touya. Now I lust for them, alone from them. It is but a door that separates us, divides us. Yet this door seems to span a thousand kilometres, an impenetrable fortress separating me from them. I do not have the strength to move it, to change anything now. It is too late./ Ogata involuntarily shook his head, a few pearls of blood staining the floor.
They fell, each perfect droplet hitting the ground, reduced to scarlet ribbings on the ground.
Akira pulled Hikaru onto an embrace, his arms wrapped round Hikaru's slim waist. His tongue hungrily traced the contour of Hikaru's lips, searching for entry, searching for fulfillment. Hikaru's protests were cut short, smothered by the suffocating weight of Akira's kiss. This Akira was forceful, almost to the point of brutal, pouncing on the unwary Hikaru. Akira swept through Hikaru, fiery tongue hot and slick. Hikaru lay passive, overwhelmed, helpless against Akira's advancement, caught offguard to be buoyed along the waters of Akira's passion. Akira was a whirlwind, devouring Hikaru whole, sparing Hikaru nothing. Akira was savage, ravaging Hikaru's mouth, claiming the sweet haven as his own. He gave the other boy to chance to retaliate, pushing forward with a tiger-like ferocity. Hikaru's green eyes widened with shock, his mind racing to process the turmoil of feelings rushing through him. / Touya?!/ Hikaru arched backwards from the pleasure, hands clenched tightly as he fought the urge. Akira pushed forward, devouring Hikaru with no mercy, subjecting the other to his raging passions. Hikaru lay submissive, making no attempt to stop the other boy. It was all he could do to stop screaming. The kiss was hot and passionate, relentless and reckless. Hikaru was swept up in the intensity of it, washed along by its power. It happened so swiftly, so quickly. When Hikaru regained his senses, he was crouched on the floor panting, clutching to Akira's shirt for support. Akira took in the flushed face of Hikaru, cheeks dusted a slight crimson. The emerald eyes were closed, swollen lips parted. Hikaru's breathing was irregular, his face bobbing slightly with each breath. Akira gently cupped Hikaru's face, stroking the red cheeks. Hikaru felt the fingers brushing across his cheek, warmth rising fast in him. He turned to toy with Akira's hair, running his fingers through the soft stands. The light blazed in through the blinds, horizontal strips illuminating the adjacent wall. The goban lay bare, its face cleared of stones. It glimmered on the light, its pale wood reflecting golden.It stood alone, surrounded by the sea of shale stones the only thing left upright amidst the chaos. The stones were scattered across the room, lying beside the overturned pots. Akira smiled and started to gather them up, slim fingers placing each stone back to its container. Hikaru chuckled softly, then began sweeping the stones together, getting up to gather them from the other side of the room. Hikaru walked past the screen door, hearing voices on the other side. He froze, straining to catch the words being said. /The person who opened the door. He is still here? But he is talking. There were two people?! They saw us together.. Ahh! Touya!/ He spun round to face his rival, whose ears were plastered to the screen door. He caught Touya's eye and nodded, giving silent consent to the questioning eyes.
Slim fingers pulled open the screen door. Touya signaled to Hikaru, and their breaths tensed. Hikaru caught hold of Touya's hand, holding onto it as they steeled themselves. Touya pressed closer to Hikaru, till their bodies met. Then they stepped out.
"Ogata-sensei!" Both Akira and Hikaru cried out unanimously, surprise written on their faces. Hikaru felt the tension growing in the air, thickening till it was almost palpable. He saw Ogata facing Kuwabara, pain and anger plainly showing. Kuwabara was smiling, as if enjoying a private joke. Hikaru took in the sight of both men, fear racing though him./ What happened? Ogata is angry, yet Kuwabara is smiling. Why the stark contrast? Did they see us, or is this something else?/ Hikaru turned to look at Ogata's face, then gave a small cry when he saw the rivulet of blood trickling down. "Ogata-sensei!! What happened?" Hikaru searched frantically around for his handkerchief, cursing silently as he fumbled through his pockets. /I don't have it. Where did I put my handkerchief? Ahh! Sensei! You have to stop the bleeding at once!/
Beside him, Hikaru saw Akira rummaging through his pockets, spilling the contents out in his hurry. Akira's emerald eyes were clouded with worry, his brow furrowed. Akira turned up to look at Hikaru. "You look after Ogata- sensei. I'll try to find out what happened from Kuwabara-sensei." Hikaru nodded in a daze, his mind preoccupied with looking for a handkerchief. He saw Akira chasing after the retreating footsteps of Kuwabara, then turned his attention back to Ogata. Ogata was wearing a pained look, his eyes unfocused and staring into space. /Ahh!! Sensei! Are you alright?!/
Hikaru panicked, his mind racing frantically. In a final fit of desperation, he tore the material off the sleeve of his white turtleneck, gently dabbing Ogata's lip. Ogata awoke from his daze, eyes focusing on Hikaru. The boy was so preoccupied with stopping the bleeding, that he didn't notice the blush spreading across Ogata's face. Ogata was rooted to the spot, stunned, as the boy he lusted for stood there stroking his lip. Hikaru kept his attention on Ogata's lip, brushing the wound to stop the flow of the blood. Ogata was still in a swoon, suddenly awakened when he saw Hikaru staring into his eyes. Ogata blushed even deeper, warmth spreading over his face. "Sensei, are you alright?" Hikaru's voice was tinged with worry. Ogata stopped thinking, mind trying to formulate a coherent response. /How am I supposed t think when you are here? Argh! You are looking at me like that, so innocent, so trusting. You care about me../
"Shindo! Shindo!" Hikaru turned round, hearing his name being shouted out. He turned to face Akira, whose eyes were dancing. "Shindo! I asked Kuwabara- sensei and he told me! Ogata-sensei, are you alright?" Ogata nodded mutely, watching as the two boys looked at each other. "Ogata-sensei? How are you? Why were you bleeding? Are you really alright?" Ogata shuddered as Akira raised an elegant hand to place it on his forehead gently pressing on him. The slight pressure made his knees weak, losing their strength under the slight pressure of Akira's hand.
Ogata smiled, and passed out, crumpling into a heap on the floor.
TBC.. ^.^ Please R/R!
By the way, does anyone know how to format spacing between lines in ff.net format? Sorry I couldn't change the spacing for this, I don't know how to. Please tell me so I can change the next one! Thank you!
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*Waiting For You*
Chapter 2:
Ogata shut the door, with a barely audible click, a sly smile stealing across his handsome features. He shut his eyes, raking a hand through his platinum blonde hair. His eyebrows arched in sadness, a stark contrast to the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips. /Touya. Touya Akira. How could you? How could you do this to me?! How could you fall for Shindo? Ahh.I can't blame you for that. For I. I love Shindo too. As much as I love you. I want you both to be with me, to soothe this pain in my aching heart. This pain rips me apart, driving a stake through my heart. It cuts me to see you two together, to see both of you lost in each other, to see myself alienated from all this. I will admit it. It is pure lust, wanton untamed lust, a raging feeling that pours in torrents over me, drowning me in its bitterness. For I want both of you. Badly. It seems that each second I live is for the both of you only. Those chance meetings, do you really think they were a coincidence? They precisely planned, each second timed to coincide with you.. Those fleeting glances, light smiles, I lived in those seconds. I lived for those moments. Now the both of you have left without me, speeding forward without waiting for me to catch up. You have progressed so fast, leaving no time to tell both of you of my apin, my sorrow, the feelings that I harbour deep in my soul. They are suppressed, locked up in the remotest corner, concealed behind a façade. I am too late.. I just wish./
Kuwabara hesitated before the corner, mid step, his internal alarms going off, bleating out an urgent warning It was seldom that anything happened to trigger such a reaction in his mind. His brain was focused, sieving out all that was of little importance, concentrating on those that truly mattered. This was a situation of astronomical proportions. His instincts were legendary, honed to perfection, sensitively attuned to his surroundings. His instincts were never wrong, yet this matter stop out in his mind, demanding immediate attention, urging him to settle it without further ado. It was so. persistent. It's intensity increased with each passing second, growing till it peaked at a dangerous climax. Kuwabara could sense grief, bitterness, and even.. joy, fear.
Kuwabara frowned, his face crinkling. This was a really odd mixture of emotions. A potentially dangerous combination. It was a ticking bomb, lying dormant, set to explode. His brow furrowed with the effort of concentration. /If I focus all my energy on this feeling, it takes on a shape, a form in my mind. This one. this one is new. I have never seen it before. This mix of emotions is strange, tingling and stimulating like strychnine. It is pungent, sharp, toxic, like an exotic cocktail. I see it as a deep hue of amethyst, liquid, shifting alarmingly from one form to another. It does not stay still, it is constantly morphing, and at times, concealed by a silver cloud. It is as if someone is trying to hide these feelings, smothering them under, disguising their true nature. Someone is trying to hide them. From whom?/
Kuwabara shook his head lightly, his socked feet padding across the ground. He deftly strode across the corner, coming face to face with Ogata 10 dan. Kuwabara's senses worked overdrive, recording the intensity of feeling radiating from the younger man. / He seems disturbed. Perhaps I may even venture to add, slightly desperate. Yet I sense wanting, anger, bitterness, loss, hurt. In Ogata?! This is impossible. But my senses do not deceive. Ogata's true nature... I cannot profess to know much about that. But Ogata? Is it really possible? Is it that term that is nagging at me?/Kuwabara studied the younger man, whose head was lowered, soft hair shielding his face. Ogata's clenched fist rested on the screen door, the other arm hanging limp by his side. His lanky frame was bent, head bowed in defeat. Ogata's fine features were emotionless, a calm mask, but Kuwabara sensed the inner turmoil boiling over within. His lips were contorted into a faint smile, tinged with pain and bitterness.
Kuwabara stepped forward, giving a slight cough. His eyes bored into Ogata's, questioning. He waited patiently, holding his gaze, until Ogata's eyes met his. Ogata gave an involuntary start, his fingers trembling. Ogata hurriedly ran his fingers over his clothes, smoothening out the wrinkles, and setting his hair into place. He almost glared at the old man, stopping when he saw understanding in the other's eyes./Kuwabara! What is he doing here? This is Touya Meijin's house. it is not one of his frequent haunts! He is looking at me in this manner, those small eyes, showing a kind of understanding, and compassion. Kuwabara! You are my enemy! You have no right to appear in front of me, startling me, seeing me when my defenses are down, when I am vulnerable and weak!/ Ogata stood up straight, his body rigid. He clenched both his fists, holding them till the knuckles were a bone white. His grey eyes were pinned solely on Kuwabara's, defiance radiating from his tense body. "Kuwabara." Ogata's tone was icy, yet trembling beneath the calm front. Kuwabara merely nodded as an acknowledgement, waving in a vague direction to the closed door.
Ogata's heartbeat quickened, as panic raced through him. /Does Kuwabara know? Does he guess? My deepest secret, my most zealously guarded feelings, has he broke through my lines of defense, and caught a glimpse of my true feelings? I..He cannot know! What is happening to me?!/ Ogata's face twisted in a mask of pain, raging feelings sweeping across his face. His face contorted in bitterness, his mouth clamped shut in anger. He bit his lip savagely, tasting the sweet copper taste flooding his mouth. It was so sharp, so sweet, yet so bitter. Blood welled on his lip, and he forced himself to lick it away. The force of the taste sent him reeling, savouring the blood in his mouth. /My blood, it tastes so sweet! I feel giddy, drunk on its taste. This is the first time I can taste my blood, running it over my tongue, feeling its warmth trickle into my mouth. Bitterness is also mingled within the suffocating sweetness, leaving the sharp taste on my tongue. Is love like this? Sweet, intoxicating, yet so painful? Does it cut so? Blood seems to soothe my heart, letting me get drunk on its taste. This is my punishment, my retribution. I lost Shindo. I lost Touya. Now I lust for them, alone from them. It is but a door that separates us, divides us. Yet this door seems to span a thousand kilometres, an impenetrable fortress separating me from them. I do not have the strength to move it, to change anything now. It is too late./ Ogata involuntarily shook his head, a few pearls of blood staining the floor.
They fell, each perfect droplet hitting the ground, reduced to scarlet ribbings on the ground.
Akira pulled Hikaru onto an embrace, his arms wrapped round Hikaru's slim waist. His tongue hungrily traced the contour of Hikaru's lips, searching for entry, searching for fulfillment. Hikaru's protests were cut short, smothered by the suffocating weight of Akira's kiss. This Akira was forceful, almost to the point of brutal, pouncing on the unwary Hikaru. Akira swept through Hikaru, fiery tongue hot and slick. Hikaru lay passive, overwhelmed, helpless against Akira's advancement, caught offguard to be buoyed along the waters of Akira's passion. Akira was a whirlwind, devouring Hikaru whole, sparing Hikaru nothing. Akira was savage, ravaging Hikaru's mouth, claiming the sweet haven as his own. He gave the other boy to chance to retaliate, pushing forward with a tiger-like ferocity. Hikaru's green eyes widened with shock, his mind racing to process the turmoil of feelings rushing through him. / Touya?!/ Hikaru arched backwards from the pleasure, hands clenched tightly as he fought the urge. Akira pushed forward, devouring Hikaru with no mercy, subjecting the other to his raging passions. Hikaru lay submissive, making no attempt to stop the other boy. It was all he could do to stop screaming. The kiss was hot and passionate, relentless and reckless. Hikaru was swept up in the intensity of it, washed along by its power. It happened so swiftly, so quickly. When Hikaru regained his senses, he was crouched on the floor panting, clutching to Akira's shirt for support. Akira took in the flushed face of Hikaru, cheeks dusted a slight crimson. The emerald eyes were closed, swollen lips parted. Hikaru's breathing was irregular, his face bobbing slightly with each breath. Akira gently cupped Hikaru's face, stroking the red cheeks. Hikaru felt the fingers brushing across his cheek, warmth rising fast in him. He turned to toy with Akira's hair, running his fingers through the soft stands. The light blazed in through the blinds, horizontal strips illuminating the adjacent wall. The goban lay bare, its face cleared of stones. It glimmered on the light, its pale wood reflecting golden.It stood alone, surrounded by the sea of shale stones the only thing left upright amidst the chaos. The stones were scattered across the room, lying beside the overturned pots. Akira smiled and started to gather them up, slim fingers placing each stone back to its container. Hikaru chuckled softly, then began sweeping the stones together, getting up to gather them from the other side of the room. Hikaru walked past the screen door, hearing voices on the other side. He froze, straining to catch the words being said. /The person who opened the door. He is still here? But he is talking. There were two people?! They saw us together.. Ahh! Touya!/ He spun round to face his rival, whose ears were plastered to the screen door. He caught Touya's eye and nodded, giving silent consent to the questioning eyes.
Slim fingers pulled open the screen door. Touya signaled to Hikaru, and their breaths tensed. Hikaru caught hold of Touya's hand, holding onto it as they steeled themselves. Touya pressed closer to Hikaru, till their bodies met. Then they stepped out.
"Ogata-sensei!" Both Akira and Hikaru cried out unanimously, surprise written on their faces. Hikaru felt the tension growing in the air, thickening till it was almost palpable. He saw Ogata facing Kuwabara, pain and anger plainly showing. Kuwabara was smiling, as if enjoying a private joke. Hikaru took in the sight of both men, fear racing though him./ What happened? Ogata is angry, yet Kuwabara is smiling. Why the stark contrast? Did they see us, or is this something else?/ Hikaru turned to look at Ogata's face, then gave a small cry when he saw the rivulet of blood trickling down. "Ogata-sensei!! What happened?" Hikaru searched frantically around for his handkerchief, cursing silently as he fumbled through his pockets. /I don't have it. Where did I put my handkerchief? Ahh! Sensei! You have to stop the bleeding at once!/
Beside him, Hikaru saw Akira rummaging through his pockets, spilling the contents out in his hurry. Akira's emerald eyes were clouded with worry, his brow furrowed. Akira turned up to look at Hikaru. "You look after Ogata- sensei. I'll try to find out what happened from Kuwabara-sensei." Hikaru nodded in a daze, his mind preoccupied with looking for a handkerchief. He saw Akira chasing after the retreating footsteps of Kuwabara, then turned his attention back to Ogata. Ogata was wearing a pained look, his eyes unfocused and staring into space. /Ahh!! Sensei! Are you alright?!/
Hikaru panicked, his mind racing frantically. In a final fit of desperation, he tore the material off the sleeve of his white turtleneck, gently dabbing Ogata's lip. Ogata awoke from his daze, eyes focusing on Hikaru. The boy was so preoccupied with stopping the bleeding, that he didn't notice the blush spreading across Ogata's face. Ogata was rooted to the spot, stunned, as the boy he lusted for stood there stroking his lip. Hikaru kept his attention on Ogata's lip, brushing the wound to stop the flow of the blood. Ogata was still in a swoon, suddenly awakened when he saw Hikaru staring into his eyes. Ogata blushed even deeper, warmth spreading over his face. "Sensei, are you alright?" Hikaru's voice was tinged with worry. Ogata stopped thinking, mind trying to formulate a coherent response. /How am I supposed t think when you are here? Argh! You are looking at me like that, so innocent, so trusting. You care about me../
"Shindo! Shindo!" Hikaru turned round, hearing his name being shouted out. He turned to face Akira, whose eyes were dancing. "Shindo! I asked Kuwabara- sensei and he told me! Ogata-sensei, are you alright?" Ogata nodded mutely, watching as the two boys looked at each other. "Ogata-sensei? How are you? Why were you bleeding? Are you really alright?" Ogata shuddered as Akira raised an elegant hand to place it on his forehead gently pressing on him. The slight pressure made his knees weak, losing their strength under the slight pressure of Akira's hand.
Ogata smiled, and passed out, crumpling into a heap on the floor.
TBC.. ^.^ Please R/R!