"Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster,
and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
Waya loves Go. He loves the feeling of the cold stone against his calloused fingers, placing them down in a neat and calculated manner. He enjoys the feeling of being in control on the board. But he is also a normal boy. He likes to take a break and have a nice chat with his friends. He likes to walk to the movies and take walks and have fun in amusement parks.
Waya loves Hikaru like how he loves Go. But he is a normal boy, and knows that he doesn't have as much moves as Go. Despite that, he knows that outside of Hikaru, he has more moves as a normal boy going about his life in his normal, care-free ways.
He understands that something as complicated as Go is not what he wishes to turn to, not when a living example before him shows the amount of pain it equates to. Waya is a normal boy, so he understands that his cowardly, jealous and mean sides are normal, so very much unlike Go, which always picks the most difficult and confusing ways to go, which always have a million moves that he could never have went down on.
Day by day, starting from when he first met Hikaru, Waya notices that there was something odd about the other boy. Just as he was starting to get used to the exuberant boy, Hikaru changed. Waya didn't understand the sudden change, but he accepted it in his own way, because Hikaru is his friend. His overflowing curiosity was reaching its' peak when Hikaru changed again.
Waya wonders what is going on, and if he truly was Hikaru's best friend. His attention was taken away immediately, because again Hikaru began to show signs of changing and this time it brought forward a sense of dread. Waya observes closely, discreetly and quietly. He waits patiently for Hikaru to let the cat out of the bag, but he never did. Waya ponders on why Hikaru's guard is forever so tight, and does he not feel tired?
Months later, after the Hokuto Cup, Waya realizes that his own guard had accidentally been lowered, because Hikaru's actions became different from the Hikaru months back. Distressed and confused, Waya sets out on a determined man's quest that night. He collects weeks of research and studies them vehemently, vowing to get the truth out of the duo-color haired male. He carefully forces Hikaru to a night's worth of drinks, and parties like mad.
It was a mistake, he realizes, when Hikaru's eyes drifts open to half lids, and the signs of warning bells rings madly in his mind. Hikaru murmurs incomprehensible words under his breath, and his grip upon the white yukata Waya wore on that Obon festival day was like a desperate man on the verge of death's doors.
That night, Waya brings the loud Hikaru into his empty home, and notes with a half-clear mind how Hikaru's actions were reduced to his old self. He absently realizes how Hikaru's smile shined and his eyes became alive in a different way. As he stares and is dragged around by the hyperactive, drunk male, he notices that the image reflected in those green eyes was that of a mature male with long, stunning black hair in a white Kariginu.
Waya convinces himself that they were both drunk, and that the haze of madness that descended upon his quaint apartment was not real. When he wakes up with a splitting headache and to the wide grin on Hikaru's face, a part of him cracks and crumbles. The boy, for that is what he'd turned into, twirls about the apartment, letting loose a childish yet chilling laughter and bounces about the room excitedly. Waya feels the horror creeping around the edges of his mind, and he snaps.
He plasters a smile on his face, and the duo plays a façade, a show that Waya doesn't understand. It's like he is possessed, and the two exchange pleasantries that sounds unreal to his ears. The insanity that is oh so obvious within those green orbs drives his mind into circles.
Perhaps he was affected by it, Waya thinks as he winds his arms around the smaller figure, and they dance a dance of thrilling madness.
The next day when Waya sees Hikaru again, he notes the hidden craze, and the actions that he would've normally passed off as Hikaru's antics began to make sense. Hikaru appears to not remember the events of yesterday, and Waya allows himself to forget.
Waya is a normal boy, and it was perfectly normal for him to want to be scared of this unknown entity that captured his best friend, and would probably capture him too if he were to pluck the forbidden fruit known as 'Truth'.
So when years later, a long haired male steps into Hikaru's solemn home and the two breaks into a thousand years of sorrows' worth of tears, Waya cannot help the relief that flows through him, nor the sick, gut-wrenching feeling in the bottom of his stomach twisting its' way about.
Amidst the conflicting emotions that rages about wildly, Waya loves Hikaru in the way he loves Go, and he understands that Hikaru believes his existence to exist solely for the man named Sai, just like how Sai exists for Go.
[Honestly I'm not very certain of this last part, but I hope I got most of his feelings across. –laughs- Also, this was written because someone suggested I do a Waya POV. Not sure who I'll do next, but eh, when inspiration strikes, it just does. It's shorter than the first two, so hopefully it's not a sign that my writer's block is coming again.]