HI . MI . TSU
by Hikari, AkA Machi no Tenshi
email: usagi_san1540@hotmail.com
Rated NC-17
Started on 02/18/03
The following is a Hikaru no Go fan fiction and while I don't own any of the characters, I can coerce them into playing along with my scenes. Parings? We'll see... *wicked smile* WARNINGS? Lots and lots of ANGST, but then again, you guys already know that since it's coming from me. Please don't forget to comment... it makes the posting/writing of the story get more of my personal time.
Prologue:
"Remember," the boy warned -face inches from his own. "You promised not to tell."
Hikaru looked into Waya's serious eyes. "Yes, yes... I swear." He moved his head to the side and proceeded to take a sip out of his drink, a smile still present on his lips.
Through his unruly brown bangs, Waya eyed his friend carefully. Maybe they shouldn't have talked about this... Hikaru had a tendency to blurt things out when excited. He groaned as he slammed his head on the table's counter. "Why did I say anything?"
"Oi!" he threw back, now insulted by Waya's pessimistic attitude. "Maybe the person you should be worried about is yourself." He bit off part of his hamburger. "You can't keep a straight face."
He slouched back into his chair, pouting his lower lip. "I can too..." He grabbed his drink, guzzled it down then slammed the paper cup back on the table. "Let's change the subject, ok?" His eyes grew wide as a loud 'Oh!' escaped his lips. "Did you hear about Touya?"
"No..." he took another bite. "What about him?"
"I heard from Morishita-sensei that he fainted after one of his games. Everyone thought that it had been from exhaustion but it turned out that it was just because he'd caught a cold." He gave an angry sigh. "Can you believe the way people fawn over him?"
Hikaru picked up his tray. "Well, he *is* pretty impressive..." he said while he dumped out his trash.
"But doesn't it make you angry?" Waya followed suit. "To be over-looked because of such a guy?"
Hikaru grew silent as he lowered his eyes towards the floor. He still couldn't beat him, but... "I don't feel over-looked."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"...the move over here was because I was trying to prevent black from gaining more territory." Akira moved his finger further up the board. "After his move here, I could tell that this area would be important for him in order to live and so..."
"Wow..." the photographer whispered to the interviewer. "But then, what else is to be expected from Touya Meijin's son."
The discussion was soon wrapped up and as the older pros began to head out, one called out to Touya just as he was heading in the hotel's direction. "The match is finally over, want to come celebrate with us in the district?"
"Shh..." another one whispered. "Look who you're talking to... that's the Meijin's son. He's not even 18 yet!"
"He's still a man," the other countered. "So how about it, Touya-kun?"
"No, thank you." He bowed in respect. "I have an early train to catch back to Tokyo tomorrow." ...and continued walking.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In his hotel room, Akira stared at the ceiling as he lay in bed. Tomorrow he would finally be back home. He turned to his side and blue eyes fell on the phone. He let his head sink deeper into the pillow as he wondered whether he should or not. The minutes seemed endless until the moment he picked up the receiver. Touya dialed the number by heart.
A woman's voice answered and Touya cleared his throat. "Hello, this is Touya Akira, may I please speak with Shindo-kun?"
"I'm sorry," his mother said. "Hikaru's not home yet. He went out with... was it Yoshitaka-kun?" she asked herself. "He said he'd be back later tonight, though. Would you like for me to give him a message or tell him to call you back?"
"No, that's alright." He said. "Thank you." As he placed the phone back in its cradle, he stared at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 'Back later tonight,' he repeated. The red angry digits just kept staring back at him, flashing him the current time. It was 11:45pm.
To be continued...
End Note: For those of you that don't know, "Himitsu" is the Japanese word for "secret."
by Hikari, AkA Machi no Tenshi
email: usagi_san1540@hotmail.com
Rated NC-17
Started on 02/18/03
The following is a Hikaru no Go fan fiction and while I don't own any of the characters, I can coerce them into playing along with my scenes. Parings? We'll see... *wicked smile* WARNINGS? Lots and lots of ANGST, but then again, you guys already know that since it's coming from me. Please don't forget to comment... it makes the posting/writing of the story get more of my personal time.
Prologue:
"Remember," the boy warned -face inches from his own. "You promised not to tell."
Hikaru looked into Waya's serious eyes. "Yes, yes... I swear." He moved his head to the side and proceeded to take a sip out of his drink, a smile still present on his lips.
Through his unruly brown bangs, Waya eyed his friend carefully. Maybe they shouldn't have talked about this... Hikaru had a tendency to blurt things out when excited. He groaned as he slammed his head on the table's counter. "Why did I say anything?"
"Oi!" he threw back, now insulted by Waya's pessimistic attitude. "Maybe the person you should be worried about is yourself." He bit off part of his hamburger. "You can't keep a straight face."
He slouched back into his chair, pouting his lower lip. "I can too..." He grabbed his drink, guzzled it down then slammed the paper cup back on the table. "Let's change the subject, ok?" His eyes grew wide as a loud 'Oh!' escaped his lips. "Did you hear about Touya?"
"No..." he took another bite. "What about him?"
"I heard from Morishita-sensei that he fainted after one of his games. Everyone thought that it had been from exhaustion but it turned out that it was just because he'd caught a cold." He gave an angry sigh. "Can you believe the way people fawn over him?"
Hikaru picked up his tray. "Well, he *is* pretty impressive..." he said while he dumped out his trash.
"But doesn't it make you angry?" Waya followed suit. "To be over-looked because of such a guy?"
Hikaru grew silent as he lowered his eyes towards the floor. He still couldn't beat him, but... "I don't feel over-looked."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"...the move over here was because I was trying to prevent black from gaining more territory." Akira moved his finger further up the board. "After his move here, I could tell that this area would be important for him in order to live and so..."
"Wow..." the photographer whispered to the interviewer. "But then, what else is to be expected from Touya Meijin's son."
The discussion was soon wrapped up and as the older pros began to head out, one called out to Touya just as he was heading in the hotel's direction. "The match is finally over, want to come celebrate with us in the district?"
"Shh..." another one whispered. "Look who you're talking to... that's the Meijin's son. He's not even 18 yet!"
"He's still a man," the other countered. "So how about it, Touya-kun?"
"No, thank you." He bowed in respect. "I have an early train to catch back to Tokyo tomorrow." ...and continued walking.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In his hotel room, Akira stared at the ceiling as he lay in bed. Tomorrow he would finally be back home. He turned to his side and blue eyes fell on the phone. He let his head sink deeper into the pillow as he wondered whether he should or not. The minutes seemed endless until the moment he picked up the receiver. Touya dialed the number by heart.
A woman's voice answered and Touya cleared his throat. "Hello, this is Touya Akira, may I please speak with Shindo-kun?"
"I'm sorry," his mother said. "Hikaru's not home yet. He went out with... was it Yoshitaka-kun?" she asked herself. "He said he'd be back later tonight, though. Would you like for me to give him a message or tell him to call you back?"
"No, that's alright." He said. "Thank you." As he placed the phone back in its cradle, he stared at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 'Back later tonight,' he repeated. The red angry digits just kept staring back at him, flashing him the current time. It was 11:45pm.
To be continued...
End Note: For those of you that don't know, "Himitsu" is the Japanese word for "secret."