This is my first ever try at a purely serious fic. I'm sorry for having OOC here.
I admit it. I love morbid fics and now I'm making one.
This isn't yaoi or shounen-ai but to those yaoi people out there, you will find hints of Sai x Hikaru or AkiHika/Hikaki though it's not an intended one. If you're at least 75% innocent, it wouldn't matter.
I don't why I did this but I've been feeling down for a while for no reason in particular.
Here, I present to you…
Disclaimer: HnG is copyright of Shueisha and Studio Pierrot; written by Hotta Yumi and illustrated by Obata Takeshi.
FINALLY…
By Naisho
Hikaru glanced at the calendar. Today was the anniversary of Sai's disappearance. It had been three years since then and…though it was hard to admit…the memory of his closest friend was vague for some reason that even he didn't know. Yes, memories fade and wither but…he thought that this should be an exception. He didn't think that anyone had ever had somebody attached – no matter what happens – to him for two consecutive years. Still, the human mind is not eternal; it cannot keep all that is essential.
His mother was not in the house but he had informed her of this. He just walked passed the rooms in a pace slower than what he used normally. Every glance at every room reminded him of one pinch of his memories with Sai but all of them left as quickly as they had come.
He was going to have a match today…with Touya once again…but he had to go and visit Shuusaku's grave in Hiroshima. He just couldn't take the pressure anymore…keeping Sai's identity hidden. He had always been an open person and rarely was he able to keep secrets. Oh how he longed to tell everything to someone…anyone! But…he isn't stupid. He knows no one would believe him…. People would just laugh…give off suspicious and distrusting looks…. He hated that. He hated being doubted…especially when he had been true to the bone. He might as well make up lies.
Lies…hadn't he been lying to everyone since he met Sai? Even to his longest friend, Akari.
Hikaru sighed and pulled his jacket closer to his body. For the first time, he noticed how chilly and dim the morning was despite the fact that it had been somewhere between seven to eight o'clock. He looked up in the sky and noticed some dark, threatening clouds hovering above. And, to make it worse, he didn't bring an umbrella.
He finally reached the train station with no drizzle forming. He felt relieved, partly because the rain hasn't started yet but mainly because he would have something else to worry about that would certainly take his mind off things.
The train stopped as it reached Hikaru's destination. He got off in his unusual mourning march.
Still, the rain hadn't started and the sky remained numb as Hikaru boarded the ship that would take him to Innoh's island. He could remember his trip here with Kawai-san. That made a small smile play on his lips. He had come there for his panic-stricken search for the ghost that had left. Now that he thought about it, he felt lost…real lost…as though he had no reason to pursue his wish to catch up to Touya anymore. Funny, the more he thought about it the more it slipped through his hands like water in the vast sea.
There weren't many people there as there wasn't many in his latter rides. He felt alone…but that wasn't a sensation he was alienated with…. Compared to the time Sai had left, this was nothing.
Hikaru walked towards Shuusaku's grave. Sometimes he thought why he was going to Torajiro's grave. It wasn't Sai's. But then, it was the only memory Sai had. Besides, he knew his ghostly friend was fond of Torajiro and where else would he be?
He bit his lip. He didn't hate Torajiro. He just disliked him. Disliked him because he was mentioned too many times by Sai.
Now, he was in front of Shuusaku's grave. He had his hands in the pockets of his jacket. After the long trip, he finally looked at the sky. How ironic it was that the raindrops started to fall.
Yet, he didn't care. He felt the people around him panic as they all raced towards shelter but he remained in his place, unmoving.
He looked back at the grave solemnly. "Torajiro…" he started, "Don't you know how lucky you were? You didn't have to keep such a large secret because you already died. You didn't have to wake up everyday and hold your tongue. You probably didn't have to. You played as Sai." He muttered.
The raindrops started to grow bigger. No one dared to stay out in the open except for Hikaru.
Water flooded his clothes but his bangs prevented the rain to further stain his face. He felt warm teardrops fall across his cheek. It was a good thing that it was raining. He didn't have to cover his face to hide those embarrassing tears.
"Sai…" Hikaru's voice became groggy accompanied by an unusual coarse laugh. "I'm sorry." He muttered hazily. He bit his lip and bowed his head lower. He turned his head away from the grave. "I just couldn't take it anymore. If only there was someone who would believe me…believe me even if what I say is so unreal…." He let out a long sigh as though he had been holding his breath since he started talking.
Then, he felt the raindrops stop falling down him. He looked up – eyes wide open – and saw an umbrella protecting him. The young pro looked at the ground beside him and saw shoes…two formal shoes. Slowly, he looked up and the face of the shoes' owner. "Touya." He breathed.
"You might get sick." Said his rival. Touya looked up at the sky, "Baka…it was obvious that it was gonna rain." He retorted but not in his usual manner of speaking.
Hikaru just stared with shock in his eyes. So many questions formulated in his mind; he didn't know where to start. "How…? Why…?"
"You didn't come to our game today."
It wasn't that. Their game should have started now, at this time and hour; Touya couldn't have known that he wouldn't come and he was prone to being late. Touya knew that. Whatever happened was a mystery to him but he didn't blame the other; he was full of mysteries himself.
"You're not going to lie to me." Touya replied solidly to an unknown question, now with his eyes looking at the grave.
If it was possible, Hikaru's eyes grew larger. A soft smile then invaded his face. How could he have forgotten? There was Touya. Touya would believe him. He already did…in one way or another. Besides, hadn't he promised to tell his rival everything one day? Touya hadn't bothered him since then. He could trust Touya and he would.
"Are we just going to stay here or are we going to seek shelter from the rain? It's getting stronger and you're already soaking wet." Touya gave Hikaru a full look over. "Baka." He commented once again about Hikaru's forgetfulness
Hikaru smiled brightly. He didn't know why but he was always prone to smiling when he was with his rival…even after their arguments. "I'm not stupid!!!" He spat back, spraying the other with the excess water from his clothes.
"Shindo!!!" Touya complained, backing away from him like a girl trying to get away from something gross.
Now, Hikaru was only covered half by the umbrella. A grin played on his lips. He moved closer to get away from the raindrops that he ignored to the fullest a while ago. "Touya, you are such a girl! It's just water!!! It's not as if you'd melt or something!" he retorted, rolling his eyes.
"I am NOT!!!!" was Touya's answer but Hikaru just grabbed him by the wrist and started pulling him. "Shindo?!" the dark-haired pro exclaimed as though not satisfied without getting a quarrel.
"Baka!" Now, it was Hikaru's turn to give back the insult, "We have to get out of the rain!"
Touya blinked then went in Hikaru's pace, with his wrist still held tightly by the other. He smiled but was then replaced by his monotonous expression. "Where?" he inquired.
"I know a ramen shop downtown. I'm getting real hungry and I haven't had breakfast yet!!!" the young pro complained then added, "Your treat! You were the one who suggested it!" he pointed out.
Touya sighed then muttered once again, "Baka."
Hikaru heard him loud and clear but didn't care to start a fight. Finally…someone to pour everything out….
Now…where was he gonna start? Hmm…it all started five years ago when he was twelve…
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Okay! One chapter down! There are only two chapters in this fic. Mind you, this was only made because I wanted to get into their characters so please R&R and tell me how OOC I am. I just don't have anyone to debate with about the HnG characters. I have one with Slam Dunk, Saiyuki and Mankin (SK) that's why I "get into" their characters a lot.
I'll be making a Waya-centered, an Isumi-centered, a Sai-centered and a Touya-centered fic to "get to know" them better. So help me God (and R&R them all!!! Scold me all you want! Pour out thy vengeance!!!) Once they're made of course.
Yeah, yeah I know. It implies shounen-ai too much. That's why I'm making a second chapter…to make the shounen-ai alert less.
I think I made Hika-chan too morbid here but he is in some way, ne? I mean, he was all too sad…not that I have a problem with it. I think it made him look kawaii. Forgive the weirdness of my personality.
REVIEW BOTH CHAPTERS, ONEGAI-SHIMASU!!!!! *bends on one knee* Not good enough? *bends on two knees* Still not good enough? *cowers to the ground with hands clasped and pleading eyes* shouldn't that be good enough?
Well, anyway, just that.
Flames, anyone? *offers a cup of boiling magma* No, not me giving flames. You guys. I already flamed myself on my other fic. Still got nasty burns…^_^;
Yare yare desu ne…