Summary: You shouldn't write e-mails when drunk, especially not if you are Touya Akira...
Disclaimer: I do not own Hikaru no Go or its characters.
Warning: OOC, some language, double entendres, slightly yaoi, don't like, don't read.
A/N: Chapter 7 is up! I've had a major writers block! It started when I got sick and… well then continued. I am so sorry for the delay, I hope it hasn't affected my writing. Thanks to all of you who have taken time to review and comment my story. And wanted me to continue! I will do my very best to finish E-mail (there is just one chapter left to write *snicker*) And once again, thanks to my beta LadyDiablo. Please read and review!
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E-mail, chapter 7
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Standing in the hallway, Shindo-kun picked up his sweater and pulled it on in one fluent move. He then proceeded with his shoes. Awkwardly I stood there, watching my rival prepare to go to his pro match against Waya. Of all people he had to face, it had to be him, the one who kissed me yesterday. The one who always slung his arm over Shindo-kun and always, always, demanded Shindo's attention. I had never particularly liked Waya, and since yesterday, I liked him even less.
The blonde boy opened the door, but stopped in the doorway, looking at me. I felt self conscious under his thoughtful gaze. His eyes started to glitter and a bright smile appeared on his face. In that moment I realized I didn't want him to go.
"So, I'm off. Don't you forget to check your e-mails. They were... interesting." Glee could be heard in every word. I mentally cringed at the thought of the e-mails I had written yesterday. When drunk. Of the little I could remember of them, well, they weren't exactly… good.
"Promise, Kira-chan?"
On the other hand, I couldn't care less if the puppy-eyed boy got lost and never returned. I crossed my arms and tried to keep my cool. Screaming at him wouldn't do my head any good right now. "Go away, Shindo."
"You must be feeling better; you can use the dragon eyes." I glared at the annoying boy. But as usual, that didn't stop him. "Yepp, there they are, Kira-chan's dragon eyes."
"Just go away!"
"Not even a good luck, Kira-chan?" That snicker drove me crazy. Always had.
"GO AWAY!"
Shindo-kun just waved happily and closed the door. I bet he felt content with himself, I wasn't. Throughout the day I had told the brat, time and time again, not to call me Kira-chan. Did he listen? No.
I sighed. The annoying boy was... annoying.
Alone at last, strangely, it felt kind of empty. Deep in thought I went into the bathroom, and began to undress. I really needed a shower. After pulling of the sweater I looked at myself in the mirror. The mirror image seemed a bit haggard but despite that I looked like my normal self. I didn't feel normal. I couldn't pinpoint what had changed, but something was definitely different.
My skin was as pale as before, my hair was slightly tousled and needed a cut. Should I cut it short? What would Shindo think?
Wide eyed I stared at the mirror. Where had that thought come from? Shindo hadn't, and probably didn't want, anything to do with my hair. Brusquely I pushed the thought away. I liked my long hair. I had no longer a bob with bangs, since the age of sixteen I had let it grow. The reason; that was when Hikaru told me that my hair made me look like a jail bait. Damn brat. My greenish hair was cut in layers and reached to the middle of my shoulder blades. The bangs were long gone and now the hair grazed my collarbones.
No, I wouldn't cut it. If someone didn't like it, that someone could go to hell. Period.
I leaned closer to the mirror, carefully tucking a few strands of hair behind my left ear, revealing a big bump on my temple. I winced at the sight. The spot where the potato had hit was still sore. Making a face I wondered how high the odds were for getting attacked by a root vegetable.
Not impossible high, I learned today. And of course Shindo was involved. He was always involved in the more preposterous things in my life.
Like yesterday.
Traces of panic still emerged when I thought about last night. I had wanted to kiss Shindo, I had kissed Shindo. What on earth would happen now? The boy didn't seem to be freaked out at all. He hadn't run away screaming. That was good, right?
Absentmindedly, I turned on the shower and continued to undress while waiting for the water to heat up. When the temperature was pleasantly hot I stepped into the shower, sliding the glass door behind me shut.
Maybe the hot water could wash away the disturbing thoughts? Or maybe not, Ogata-san had showed up yesterday, at the completely wrong moment. Hikaru had put his arm around me and was just about to actually...or maybe Ogata-san showed at the exactly right moment. If Shindo had kissed me, what would have happened? Surely he would have regretted it, kissing a guy. I didn't know what to think, both regret and relief rushed through me, and I couldn't, couldn't stop thinking about the annoying bleached banged boy.
I willed my thoughts away from the go pro. Closing my eyes, I tried to only think of the hot water from the shower. Thinking how it would hit my shoulders, small drops making their way down my chest and the muscles of my arms. Concentrating on how the shoulder blades would look when wet and how the water changed to steam. Picturing my hair become wetter, flatter, how it would cling to my shoulders and glisten in its greenish hue.
The tension in my shoulder slowly disappeared. Think only of water, nothing else. I tilted my face slightly upward, running the hands through my hair, feeling the water pour over my head and continue down my back. Thinking only of how the water would hit Shindo's shoulders, small drops making their way…! Fuck! Don't go there, not even near there! Frustrated, I hit the glass door which rattled violently. And in the glass plane, the blurred image of myself became distorted and my facial expression was unreadable. I bent my head down and clenched my hands; every possibility of what could have happened yesterday ran through my mind. I stood like that for a long time, not really able to move. This didn't work.
I sighed. Resigned, I gave up my poor attempt to avoid thinking about Hikaru. Shindo-kun always said I think too much, analyzing too much. He was obviously right.
Quickly I used the soap, applied and rinsed the shampoo and the conditioner. I slid the glass door open, reached for the towel and dried myself swiftly. It was cold outside the shower cabin. Slightly shivering I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed towards the closet beside my bed.
On my way I saw the laptop. I glanced at the suspicious black thing on the desk as I got dressed. After pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt I couldn't resist the glowing screen anymore.
I had to check the e-mails.
With Hikaru's teasing words echoing in my mind I fetched the laptop and sat down at the kitchen table. At the slightest contact with the touchpad the screensaver disappeared and revealed a short, never sent, e-mail to Shindo. No one had apparently used the computer since I did. Since yesterday. When I saw the links to my infamous e-mails I almost abandoned the idea and got up from the chair, but curiosity won over the fear. Hesitantly and very carefully I clicked on one of the sent items. The one to Hikaru.
Curiosity most definitely killed the cat.
Silently I read my writing. My supposed writing. For a long time I just sat there, reading the mail over and over again. I would never, never, drink again. My head began to throb again and I felt my shoulders sag. And my heart sink. Why had I written this? To Shindo of all people? What did Shindo think of me now? That Waya had kissed me…
I couldn't resist Hikaru's reply anymore and I opened it. And read it. My eye twitched, very funny. I hid my face in my hands, Hikaru was right; this, would I regret for eternity and beyond. Wanting to erase my actions, my memory, I sighed. Maybe this was how alcoholism started? The wish to forget everything?
Still in total silence, I peered through my fingers at the screen. One mail to Ogata seemed to laugh at me. So I had written to him too? I hadn't called him, at least of that I was sure. I cringed at the sight of the link, but how bad could it be, it couldn't be worse than the one to Shindo? Half scared to death I clicked it open. I shuddered. It was bad, it was worse, it was the worst. Had I written that I knew who Sai was? To Ogata! Wide eyed I stared at the screen and a hysterical giggle reached my ears. Was it me that giggled? Defeated my head sank to the table.
I was so toast.
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