Author's note: Hi minna! Sorry for late update.. just read.
After cleaned the kitchen, they both went out to eat ramen ( Hikaru treat
). Akira didn't say a word until they finished eating.
" Since *you* have lied that you can cook," ( Hikaru hold his breath ), "
you have to pay for us to eat outside every time it's your turn to cook!"
" Nani!? I'll get bankrupt!! " Everyone turned their heads to them.
" It's your own fault. And if you don't lower your voice, Shindou, I'm sure
they'll kick us out from the restaurant."
" But it's unfair!! "
" Fair in my opinion! "
A few minutes after the argument began, a waiter came to their table.
" *cough* *cough* If you two have finished eating, please pay and continue
your conversation OUTSIDE. "
Akira stood understandingly, but Hikaru protested.
" IS THIS YOUR MANNER TO A GO PROFESSIONAL PLAYER AND YOUR-LOYAL-WEEKLY-
GUEST?? "
*Thud* Ah, well, he asked for it.
Hikaru kept complaining on their way home, caused Akira to get a headache.
Poor him.
" Shut up! "
" No way. No way no way no way no way no way NO WAY!! "
" Yes way! "
" No way ! "
" YES WAY!! "
" NO WAY!! "
Getting tired and dizzy, Akira finally gave up. " Fine, then... I'll cook
everyday and you clean the floor every-single-day," Akira said desperately.
" Hurray!! " Hikaru jumped and made a V sign.
" On Sunday, " Akira continued, " if I win then you treat. "
" If I win then you have to eat whatever I cook, " Hikaru replied
cheerfully.
Akira was shocked to hear the last sentence.
' I mustn't lose. Mustn't lose. Mustn't lose... '
Sunday afternoon.
" Makemashita..." Hikaru bowed his head deep down.
" Arigato gozaimasu. "
" Arigato..."
" Do you want to discuss the game? "
" Whatever... I know it's a wrong move here." Hikaru pointed a dot.
" Yeah, you're right. You should've moved here..."
They discussed the game for a while, but Hikaru's mind wasn't really on it.
' Crap. I have to treat for lunch and dinner. '
[ Hikaru! Listen to his explanation! ]
" Shindou, are you listening? " Akira stared at him. Hikaru was back to
earth. " Um, yeah? " Akira sighed.
" You know, Shindou... why can't you play like the first time we played two
years ago? You seem like a different person since then..."
' Not this subject again. ' Hikaru was bored of those why-you-can't-play-
that-good-anymore questions. " Uh...it's just a coincidence? "
Akira eyed him, more suspiciously than concernly.
" ...Do you need a psychiater? Maybe you have double personalities..."
Sai snickered.
" Um...NO. I'm sure that I'm VERY healthy, thank you," Hikaru replied, a
little bit annoyed, " my Go isn't that bad, is it? Besides, I'm improving!
"
" You do know Sai, right? " Two pairs of eyes grew bigger. ( A/N: One is
Sai's, you baka! )
" Sai? Oh...the strong Go player in the internet? " Hikaru played stupid,
" no, I don't know him. "
" You're lying. Sometimes, I feel Sai's aura in you. "
" Touya, I DON'T know him. Frankly. Honest. "
" If you tell me, you don't have to treat. I'll treat you ramen for, err...
a month! "
Hikaru nearly drooled to hear Akira's offer, but he managed to control
himself.
" Uum... Touya... what do you want to eat for lunch? "
Hikaru treated for two straight Sundays. He spent almost half of his salary
that month.
[ Sai, do something! I don't have much money left! ]
[ Are you asking me to play Akira? Now, that's cheating, Hikaru...
although I really want to. Hiks. ]
[ Uhh... and he would never stop asking about you if you played. No, I'm
not going to get myself into trouble. ]
" Arghhh!! I must win this Sunday! "
[ Ganbatte ne! ^^ ]
" Whom are you talking to, Shindou? " Akira came into the room without
warning. Hikaru jumped in shocked.
" Touya! You could get me a heart-attack, you know? You should know to
knock before enter other's room! "
Akira raised his eyebrows. " Correct. Actually, it's MY room..."
" Oh yeah..." Hikaru mumbled sheepishly.
" And don't forget to treat me sushi this Sunday. "
Hikaru glared. " I'm going to win this Sunday! "
" Never. "
Author's note: Sorry, it's quite short.
Actually, it's sukiyaki that Hikaru was trying to cook...( chap 3 )
After cleaned the kitchen, they both went out to eat ramen ( Hikaru treat
). Akira didn't say a word until they finished eating.
" Since *you* have lied that you can cook," ( Hikaru hold his breath ), "
you have to pay for us to eat outside every time it's your turn to cook!"
" Nani!? I'll get bankrupt!! " Everyone turned their heads to them.
" It's your own fault. And if you don't lower your voice, Shindou, I'm sure
they'll kick us out from the restaurant."
" But it's unfair!! "
" Fair in my opinion! "
A few minutes after the argument began, a waiter came to their table.
" *cough* *cough* If you two have finished eating, please pay and continue
your conversation OUTSIDE. "
Akira stood understandingly, but Hikaru protested.
" IS THIS YOUR MANNER TO A GO PROFESSIONAL PLAYER AND YOUR-LOYAL-WEEKLY-
GUEST?? "
*Thud* Ah, well, he asked for it.
Hikaru kept complaining on their way home, caused Akira to get a headache.
Poor him.
" Shut up! "
" No way. No way no way no way no way no way NO WAY!! "
" Yes way! "
" No way ! "
" YES WAY!! "
" NO WAY!! "
Getting tired and dizzy, Akira finally gave up. " Fine, then... I'll cook
everyday and you clean the floor every-single-day," Akira said desperately.
" Hurray!! " Hikaru jumped and made a V sign.
" On Sunday, " Akira continued, " if I win then you treat. "
" If I win then you have to eat whatever I cook, " Hikaru replied
cheerfully.
Akira was shocked to hear the last sentence.
' I mustn't lose. Mustn't lose. Mustn't lose... '
Sunday afternoon.
" Makemashita..." Hikaru bowed his head deep down.
" Arigato gozaimasu. "
" Arigato..."
" Do you want to discuss the game? "
" Whatever... I know it's a wrong move here." Hikaru pointed a dot.
" Yeah, you're right. You should've moved here..."
They discussed the game for a while, but Hikaru's mind wasn't really on it.
' Crap. I have to treat for lunch and dinner. '
[ Hikaru! Listen to his explanation! ]
" Shindou, are you listening? " Akira stared at him. Hikaru was back to
earth. " Um, yeah? " Akira sighed.
" You know, Shindou... why can't you play like the first time we played two
years ago? You seem like a different person since then..."
' Not this subject again. ' Hikaru was bored of those why-you-can't-play-
that-good-anymore questions. " Uh...it's just a coincidence? "
Akira eyed him, more suspiciously than concernly.
" ...Do you need a psychiater? Maybe you have double personalities..."
Sai snickered.
" Um...NO. I'm sure that I'm VERY healthy, thank you," Hikaru replied, a
little bit annoyed, " my Go isn't that bad, is it? Besides, I'm improving!
"
" You do know Sai, right? " Two pairs of eyes grew bigger. ( A/N: One is
Sai's, you baka! )
" Sai? Oh...the strong Go player in the internet? " Hikaru played stupid,
" no, I don't know him. "
" You're lying. Sometimes, I feel Sai's aura in you. "
" Touya, I DON'T know him. Frankly. Honest. "
" If you tell me, you don't have to treat. I'll treat you ramen for, err...
a month! "
Hikaru nearly drooled to hear Akira's offer, but he managed to control
himself.
" Uum... Touya... what do you want to eat for lunch? "
Hikaru treated for two straight Sundays. He spent almost half of his salary
that month.
[ Sai, do something! I don't have much money left! ]
[ Are you asking me to play Akira? Now, that's cheating, Hikaru...
although I really want to. Hiks. ]
[ Uhh... and he would never stop asking about you if you played. No, I'm
not going to get myself into trouble. ]
" Arghhh!! I must win this Sunday! "
[ Ganbatte ne! ^^ ]
" Whom are you talking to, Shindou? " Akira came into the room without
warning. Hikaru jumped in shocked.
" Touya! You could get me a heart-attack, you know? You should know to
knock before enter other's room! "
Akira raised his eyebrows. " Correct. Actually, it's MY room..."
" Oh yeah..." Hikaru mumbled sheepishly.
" And don't forget to treat me sushi this Sunday. "
Hikaru glared. " I'm going to win this Sunday! "
" Never. "
Author's note: Sorry, it's quite short.
Actually, it's sukiyaki that Hikaru was trying to cook...( chap 3 )
