Heh!! I didn't update this in the longest time because I was too lazy to
and my craze about Hikaru no Go died down abit^^
But no sense in wasting my first chapter, so I continued this:P
I don't really know whether it's going but I think it should end either in
the next or the one after the next chapter because I don't really want to
make it too long^_^;;
At first, this story was supposed to be this whole conflict about Waya and
Hikaru and Akira and everything, but I'm a little too lazy *grin*
The next chapter will be coming out much more quickly than how long it took
for the second chapter! So don't worry!!!!!!!!
" And it ended up that Touya became my new peer helpers person. uhh. thingy."
Hikaru scratched his head, grimacing a little at Waya's expression. which was basically like this-( (@_@*)
"Yeah." Hikaru ended lightly, a little frightened of Waya at this point. Because a normal Waya would be yelling and kicking at chairs then, but he was being disturbingly quiet. Waya continued to stare at him with that intense gaze and Hikaru shrunk back a little.
" Waya???" Hikaru asked, worried about his friend's condition.
Waya quickly shook his head out of his daze and kicked harshly at the table. Which resulted in the table leg breaking. and the other 3 falling apart as well. and the table falling on his right foot.
Hikaru leaped out of the way in time and quickly jumped over to see if his friend was ok.
" Waya???"
" HOLY F***ING SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!"
Hikaru sighed patiently as he bandaged Waya's foot carefully. He looked up wearily as he wrapped the clothe around the foot and smiled weakly at Waya's grimace.
" It huuuuuuurts!!" Waya whined as he pulled his foot away with a twitch. " Can't you being a little gentler?"
Hikaru shook his head.
" I'm a go-player!! Not your wife!!" Hikaru answered quickly, not noticing the blush that quickly formed on Waya's cheeks. He grabbed the foot towards him again, making sure to squeeze tightly.
Waya yelped and glared angrily at Hikaru, his embarrassment subsided.
" It's not my fault ne?? You should have even gone to the stupid program. shoulda asked me to help." Waya muttered bitterly.
Hikaru sighed loudly again, wounding the last bit of the bandage around Waya.
" You didn't get that much higher than me Waya. besides, I bet you got your mark by acting all sweet and stuff in front of the teachers." He explained tiredly, with a exasperated tone of voice that could only come from repeating the same thing fifty times over.
" Still though." Waya muttered with a pout.
Hikaru stared at him fiercely.
" Not a word."
" But he might."
" Waya."
" What if he does something to you!!" Waya cried. Hikaru raised a brow.
" What to me?" He asked lightly. Waya blushed immediately at this and stayed silent.
" See?? No problem!" Hikaru tried to smile at his friend.
Waya continued to glower at him without speaking a word.
" All done." Hikaru chirped, standing up as he finished. Waya looked down to see his work and was mortified to see the bandage tied up with a little pink bow.
" GAAAH!! What have you done to my foot!! YOU WOMAN!!!!"
Hikaru sat down on one of the red plastic chairs at the library wringing his hand nervously. How was he supposed to act in front of Akira?? Should he bow to him??? Shake hands??? Eh???
He looked around him and counted his pencils again for the hundredth time. ok. 4 pencils. all sharpened. and ERASER!! Hikaru glanced quickly to his side and let out of breath of relief when he saw the little rubber ball sitting on the table. He pushed it beside his pile of pencils safely.
Uh. paper. Hikaru grinned widely at the pile of paper he had gotten his mother to go out and buy for him. And. dictionary. Hikaru lay his hand happily on the thick book in front of him.
" All READY!!!" Hikaru cried out happily in glee, he swung out his arms in delight. and managed to hit someone squarely in the face behind him.
" Shit." Hikaru turned around with a weak smile on his face, pulling his hand away quicly.
Akira glared at him with glowing eyes.
" Double shit."
Akira ignored his vulgar comment and sat on the chair beside him with a huff.
" Should have known it was you Shindo." Akira said coldly as he scanned the table in front of him. Hikaru beamed proudly, hoping that Touya would praise him for his preparation. " Pencils. paper. eraser?? This isn't grade school." Touya said calmly.
Hikaru quickly flushed in embarrassment, he was also hurt as well.
" Okay. let's get this over with." Akira said impatiently, and he quickly flipped open the dictionary and scanning over the book.
" This is a dictionary!" Touya said distastefully as he put the book down and glared at Hikaru as though it was his fault. Hikaru's features wrinkled up in question and picked the book up. Staring at it a bit and then at Akira, Hikaru rose a brow.
" Uh. Akira. that's what it says." Hikaru thought for a moment, chewing on his lower lip. " I though you were supposed to teach me English!! HAHA!!! You're worst than me! Even I can read the word 'dictionary'!!!" Hikaru laughed.
Akira glared at him, a light blush that suddenly flushed his cheeks red.
" What 'are' you talking about Shindo. I'm talking about whether you have your school workbook here, just for me to see where your writing level's at. though I doubt it'll be high." Akira sighed. Hikaru glanced at him for a moment, then to the dictionary and back at Akira again.
" Seriously Touya, how the hell do you find time to word on your school stuff when you have to like practice go all day." Hikaru paused hesitantly.
Akira shook his head.
" It's not like I let Go take over my life or something," Akira decided not to be insulted by the mortified look on Hikaru's face. " Go is just something I'm naturally good at, thought I work at it a little more than others."
" I don't practice and I'm still as good as you." Hikaru grinned. " I must be amazing."
"Hardly." Akira snorted indigantly. " You still have a long way to reach my level."
" Maybe." Hikaru admitted grudgingly. " But I still can't get this English stuff."
Akira stopped for a bit and looked around the library for inspiration. " Have you ever gotten an idea in your head, something that's really uh." Akira tried to find a suitable word. ".cool but you just can never say it in words???"
Hikaru nodded, though Akira suspected he didn't have a clue about what he was talking about.
" Well, that's basically what writing is about. It's when you put your ideas and imagination in words onto a piece of paper so that others can read about them as well." Akira explained.
Hikaru was silent for a while appearing to be deep in though. Akira stared at him for this time, because it wasn't very often when you see Hikaru thinking. Akira found himself liking the thinking Hikaru, it was very much like the expression he had when he was playing Go, except Akira never really got a chance to pay attention to him then because he was concentrating on his own playing as well. Akira scanned his features for a while and decided to himself that Hikaru maybe wasn't really the rude brat he was before. In fact. he had grown quite handsome.
Akira didn't even realize he was faintly blushing at his thoughts before he found Hikaru giving him a queer look. Akira quickly coughed politely, reminding himself that it was SHINDO HIKARU he was thinking about.
" I think. that I understand. But I don't have anything to write about." Hikaru answered slowly.
Akira paused for a bit.
" Maybe you can write down about a dream you had." Akira said thoughtfully. His eyes brightened. " How about this, maybe tomorrow afternoon, we can meet again and you can have a short paper finished about the dream you had yesterday night. Then I can read it over and doing little brush-ups like grammar and such."
Hikaru grinned, though a little mischievously if Akira did say so himself.
" Yesterday's dream?" Hikaru said, a strange glint in his eye. Akira gulped slightly.
" Uh, you don't have to of course, I mean if you have something el-"
" No no. it's alright." Hikaru interrupted. He smiled warmly. " I'll go home and start working on it now." Hikaru got up and gathered his things in a small plastic bag quickly.
" Thanks for today Touya, I think I finally understand what this writing stuff's about!" Hikaru said happily and bounded out of the library before Akira could speak one word.
Akira stared wide-eyed after him and fell back against his chair.
" Why do I feel like I made a huge mistake??"
TBC.
Ok... Yep, that's about it:P I've fully decided that this would only be a 3 part story, because there's not much to expand upon in this^^; Pretty straight-forward ne?????? Erm. ya^^ That's all, hope u enjoyed it!!!!!
" And it ended up that Touya became my new peer helpers person. uhh. thingy."
Hikaru scratched his head, grimacing a little at Waya's expression. which was basically like this-( (@_@*)
"Yeah." Hikaru ended lightly, a little frightened of Waya at this point. Because a normal Waya would be yelling and kicking at chairs then, but he was being disturbingly quiet. Waya continued to stare at him with that intense gaze and Hikaru shrunk back a little.
" Waya???" Hikaru asked, worried about his friend's condition.
Waya quickly shook his head out of his daze and kicked harshly at the table. Which resulted in the table leg breaking. and the other 3 falling apart as well. and the table falling on his right foot.
Hikaru leaped out of the way in time and quickly jumped over to see if his friend was ok.
" Waya???"
" HOLY F***ING SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!"
Hikaru sighed patiently as he bandaged Waya's foot carefully. He looked up wearily as he wrapped the clothe around the foot and smiled weakly at Waya's grimace.
" It huuuuuuurts!!" Waya whined as he pulled his foot away with a twitch. " Can't you being a little gentler?"
Hikaru shook his head.
" I'm a go-player!! Not your wife!!" Hikaru answered quickly, not noticing the blush that quickly formed on Waya's cheeks. He grabbed the foot towards him again, making sure to squeeze tightly.
Waya yelped and glared angrily at Hikaru, his embarrassment subsided.
" It's not my fault ne?? You should have even gone to the stupid program. shoulda asked me to help." Waya muttered bitterly.
Hikaru sighed loudly again, wounding the last bit of the bandage around Waya.
" You didn't get that much higher than me Waya. besides, I bet you got your mark by acting all sweet and stuff in front of the teachers." He explained tiredly, with a exasperated tone of voice that could only come from repeating the same thing fifty times over.
" Still though." Waya muttered with a pout.
Hikaru stared at him fiercely.
" Not a word."
" But he might."
" Waya."
" What if he does something to you!!" Waya cried. Hikaru raised a brow.
" What to me?" He asked lightly. Waya blushed immediately at this and stayed silent.
" See?? No problem!" Hikaru tried to smile at his friend.
Waya continued to glower at him without speaking a word.
" All done." Hikaru chirped, standing up as he finished. Waya looked down to see his work and was mortified to see the bandage tied up with a little pink bow.
" GAAAH!! What have you done to my foot!! YOU WOMAN!!!!"
Hikaru sat down on one of the red plastic chairs at the library wringing his hand nervously. How was he supposed to act in front of Akira?? Should he bow to him??? Shake hands??? Eh???
He looked around him and counted his pencils again for the hundredth time. ok. 4 pencils. all sharpened. and ERASER!! Hikaru glanced quickly to his side and let out of breath of relief when he saw the little rubber ball sitting on the table. He pushed it beside his pile of pencils safely.
Uh. paper. Hikaru grinned widely at the pile of paper he had gotten his mother to go out and buy for him. And. dictionary. Hikaru lay his hand happily on the thick book in front of him.
" All READY!!!" Hikaru cried out happily in glee, he swung out his arms in delight. and managed to hit someone squarely in the face behind him.
" Shit." Hikaru turned around with a weak smile on his face, pulling his hand away quicly.
Akira glared at him with glowing eyes.
" Double shit."
Akira ignored his vulgar comment and sat on the chair beside him with a huff.
" Should have known it was you Shindo." Akira said coldly as he scanned the table in front of him. Hikaru beamed proudly, hoping that Touya would praise him for his preparation. " Pencils. paper. eraser?? This isn't grade school." Touya said calmly.
Hikaru quickly flushed in embarrassment, he was also hurt as well.
" Okay. let's get this over with." Akira said impatiently, and he quickly flipped open the dictionary and scanning over the book.
" This is a dictionary!" Touya said distastefully as he put the book down and glared at Hikaru as though it was his fault. Hikaru's features wrinkled up in question and picked the book up. Staring at it a bit and then at Akira, Hikaru rose a brow.
" Uh. Akira. that's what it says." Hikaru thought for a moment, chewing on his lower lip. " I though you were supposed to teach me English!! HAHA!!! You're worst than me! Even I can read the word 'dictionary'!!!" Hikaru laughed.
Akira glared at him, a light blush that suddenly flushed his cheeks red.
" What 'are' you talking about Shindo. I'm talking about whether you have your school workbook here, just for me to see where your writing level's at. though I doubt it'll be high." Akira sighed. Hikaru glanced at him for a moment, then to the dictionary and back at Akira again.
" Seriously Touya, how the hell do you find time to word on your school stuff when you have to like practice go all day." Hikaru paused hesitantly.
Akira shook his head.
" It's not like I let Go take over my life or something," Akira decided not to be insulted by the mortified look on Hikaru's face. " Go is just something I'm naturally good at, thought I work at it a little more than others."
" I don't practice and I'm still as good as you." Hikaru grinned. " I must be amazing."
"Hardly." Akira snorted indigantly. " You still have a long way to reach my level."
" Maybe." Hikaru admitted grudgingly. " But I still can't get this English stuff."
Akira stopped for a bit and looked around the library for inspiration. " Have you ever gotten an idea in your head, something that's really uh." Akira tried to find a suitable word. ".cool but you just can never say it in words???"
Hikaru nodded, though Akira suspected he didn't have a clue about what he was talking about.
" Well, that's basically what writing is about. It's when you put your ideas and imagination in words onto a piece of paper so that others can read about them as well." Akira explained.
Hikaru was silent for a while appearing to be deep in though. Akira stared at him for this time, because it wasn't very often when you see Hikaru thinking. Akira found himself liking the thinking Hikaru, it was very much like the expression he had when he was playing Go, except Akira never really got a chance to pay attention to him then because he was concentrating on his own playing as well. Akira scanned his features for a while and decided to himself that Hikaru maybe wasn't really the rude brat he was before. In fact. he had grown quite handsome.
Akira didn't even realize he was faintly blushing at his thoughts before he found Hikaru giving him a queer look. Akira quickly coughed politely, reminding himself that it was SHINDO HIKARU he was thinking about.
" I think. that I understand. But I don't have anything to write about." Hikaru answered slowly.
Akira paused for a bit.
" Maybe you can write down about a dream you had." Akira said thoughtfully. His eyes brightened. " How about this, maybe tomorrow afternoon, we can meet again and you can have a short paper finished about the dream you had yesterday night. Then I can read it over and doing little brush-ups like grammar and such."
Hikaru grinned, though a little mischievously if Akira did say so himself.
" Yesterday's dream?" Hikaru said, a strange glint in his eye. Akira gulped slightly.
" Uh, you don't have to of course, I mean if you have something el-"
" No no. it's alright." Hikaru interrupted. He smiled warmly. " I'll go home and start working on it now." Hikaru got up and gathered his things in a small plastic bag quickly.
" Thanks for today Touya, I think I finally understand what this writing stuff's about!" Hikaru said happily and bounded out of the library before Akira could speak one word.
Akira stared wide-eyed after him and fell back against his chair.
" Why do I feel like I made a huge mistake??"
TBC.
Ok... Yep, that's about it:P I've fully decided that this would only be a 3 part story, because there's not much to expand upon in this^^; Pretty straight-forward ne?????? Erm. ya^^ That's all, hope u enjoyed it!!!!!