A/N : My first Hikaru no Go fic! Please be gentle because I've only seen some of the anime episodes and read the manga! It is rather sappy for this chapter and I don't think it is a well-written one, but anyway, enjoy your reading!

WARNING : SPOILERS for episode 63 of the anime or manga volume 16!! You have been warned! And this is shounen ai.

DISCLAIMER : Hikaru no Go obviously isn't mine.

Words in italic are for thoughts, either Akira's or Hikaru's in this chapter.

//Words in here// are for Sai's speaking.

This story started right after the scene in the end of 63rd episode.

Chapter 1 : Turnover

Author : SIB

"Shindou!!"

Hikaru ran as fast as he could. He just couldn't stand in front of him any longer.

Those eyes… they are searching for Sai, not me… He will never look at me…

Gritting his teeth, he screamed for his comrade's name. His feet were still running aimlessly, taking him far away from the last person he wanted to meet.

When at last they stopped him in the middle of a bare park, he shrunk to the ground with a small thud. His bag was soon laid forgotten beside him. Hikaru clenched his shirt tightly, right in front of his heart. It was burning, even shattering. All parts of his body were burning, especially the eyes. They were stinging with hot tears.

Hikaru looked up and screamed again, so loud to release all in his heart. The only result he got was the pearls of tears were streaming down his face.

Sai is not coming back… he'll never come back, no matter how many times I call him…He's disappointed with me because I barely let him play. I'm not as good as Torajirou, still I act like an arrogant jerk!

He will never look at me…

He is not coming back…

Touya will never…

Sai is not…

The crying boy felt his arms were embracing him tightly. He didn't know what to do anymore with his thought was so torn in two. Sai and Touya. The closest persons to his heart and now he was loosing them.

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Akira walked slowly to his house. He was indeed disturbed by the incident which had just taken place. Why did Shindou run away from him? The famous go player couldn't recall anything he had done that would provoke his rival to do such a thing.

"Tadaima," Akira pushed the door open. So here he was now, back to the world of go. Concentrate, he reprimanded himself. No need of Shindou. If he wanted to run away from go, let him be. Touya Akira was far too busy to think of someone who didn't even have the audacity to chase him.

"Okaeri, Akira-san," the voice of his mother greeted him. "Good time, your father wants to meet you now, in the go room."

"Hai," he nodded courteously and passed her. It was usual for his father to summon him but wasn't he supposed to be in Hiroshima.

Slowly, Akira slid the door, revealing the cold figure of his father. The former Meijin sat motionlessly in front of a go board. He didn't even move when his son sat in front of him.

"You want to meet me, Otou-san?"

The sharp eyes diverted to Akira's. "The go board."

The son looked downward and scanned 'the go board' silently. It was different from the one he used to play in this room. This one was darker and looked older but somehow brought the feeling of respect to him. It must be very old… Raising his hand carefully, Akira felt the smooth surface of the ancient board.

"This was Honinbou Shuusaku's," his father gave further explanation.

"Honinbou Shuusaku's…?" Suddenly he remembered someone. Not him again.

"Yes, I coincidentally found it in a go shop during my trip in Hiroshima. So I…" he stopped instantly when the door was knocked. His wife appeared before the thereshold. "A phone call for you from Ogata-san," she said.

"Ah, thank you," her husband stood up immediately, leaving their son alone. Akira stared at the board and touched it one more time. There was something in the board that made him feel comfortable, like warm waves washing his soul. Anyway, the upcoming was rather a bad luck for he found his mind once again swirling around a certain boy.

It was weird. Having a contact with the ancient device made him feel the distinct resemblance between the late Honinbou Shuusaku, Sai, the mysterious internet-go player, and Hikaru Shindou even clearer. Sometimes the way they played, the move they took, had the same patterns. He inhaled deeply. What made him so attached to the new professional go player probably was this.

All of a sudden, there was a blue light appeared from the board. This startled Akira, who quickly removed his palm, as he took a few pre-cautious steps to make some gaps to the ominously flaring board. The next scene was proven to be more shocking when from out of nowhere, a man with odd clothing appeared in front of him. There was a look of daze in his beautiful face when he was focusing his sight to the surprised guy.

Meanwhile, due to his decorous manner, Akira merely stared at his uninvited guest. He was definitely a man albeit his long black hair and the clothes he wore. What disturbed him most was the sadness written on the man's face. Who is this man?

//Touya Akira?//

Suddenly Akira heard a voice speaking within his head. It seemed that the guest was the one who said it, but how could it not even touch his auditory devices? Like it was directly linked with his brain.

"How do you know my name?" he cautiously answered.

The man looked confused. //Why are you here? Wait, you can see me??//

"What-" Akira was about to ask the meaning of those odd questions when the sliding door was opened. His father appeared before the threshold, looking at him curiously.

"Whom are you talking to, Akira?" the even voice asked while his eyes were scanning the vacant room, except for Akira. The attentive father turned his concerned eyes to his only son as a sign of further question.

The query ultimately stunned the boy. Father can't see him? He took a glance at the silent stranger who seemed as lost as he was due to their current situation. Nevertheless, he regained his composure rather fast and replied calmly, "No, I didn't talk to anyone, Father."

"Is that so?" his father was still eyeing him suspiciously.

"Yes, and now please excuse me, Father," Akira quickly stood up and walked out of the go room. Inwardly, he could feel the stare his father had been given and the light footsteps, as someone was following him.

TBC!!!!

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