Disclaimer: Same as always, I don't own Hikaru no Go, never had and never
will.
Author's notes:
Thanks a lot to all the reviewers!!! All your comments are treasured and appreciated! All of you are so sweet ^.^ This one's written from Akira's POV again. I just want to try that out and see the results (which are NOT satisfactory).
Just to explain the last chapter, which confused everyone. Sorry! Well, Akira was cold waiting for his delayed flight. Hikaru came in, tried to warm him up, and gave him his jacket so that Akira wouldn't freeze. Yes, sorry if it was very unclear.__ Literature tests are hard.
And yeah, this fic is shounen-ai, so please if this isn't your kind of thing don't read it. Sorry, I didn't mean for it to go so slashy in the end. Both characters are rather OOC, hope you can stand them. I'll work on it, I promise!
Thanks again to all reviews :)
Please review! :) Flames are welcome; they help me improve, so enjoy the story!
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To Know Nothing: Chapter 3
*~* Gleam of Truth *~*
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The frosted glass panels slide quietly apart, the low hissing sound strangely pleasant. I step through, hit by the blast of chilly air rushing through. I walk out, pausing at the entrance of the airport, searching for the familiar face among the sea of strangers.
I clutch the jacket around myself, pulling the zipper even higher as the cutting wind whips by. It contrasts oddly with my dress shirt, tie, and pants, adding to my formal ensemble a dash of colour. My jacket lies folded neatly on my arm, unworn and untouched for the entire journey. I wait at the steps, a solitary figure amongst the busy throng brushing past me. The landscape is ever changing, the busy Tokyo that I have always known, and from whom I have always taken refuge from in Go. The distant figures hunched and hurrying by, their jerky movements unfolding before my eyes like an old movie, painting with their movements upon the background like an artist on his canvas.
A myriad of tones, a kaleidoscope of shades, a whirlwind with me standing silently in its eye. With me silently waiting, body quivering with expectation and fainting from exhaustion.
"Touya! Touya! Over here! Sheesh, are you deaf or something?" I spin round quickly, eyes scanning the crowd for the source of the voice. Perhaps I'm hearing things? The trip was so tiring, so draining that I can hardly pull myself together anymore, limp from the long nights and early mornings, exhausted from the endless requests.
I should call a cab now, get home and slip into blissful oblivion, lost in a dreamland of my own creation. I walk down the steps like a mechanically, each step preceding another, careful to avoid falling over.
A hand brushes mine, and I shrug it off, mumbling an apology as I walk towards the taxi stand. Now the hands has forcefully grabbed mine, with a tug spinning me round to face its owner. I don't resist, I don't pull back; I'm too tired. I look into the person's eyes, meaning to tell the person off, meaning to tell he person to stop, because I'm too tired to fight, too tired to think, too tired to start making apologies for something I didn't even do. So I keep my polite demeanour, bow slightly and apologise for being to careless as to bump into the person.
Then it hits me. The fiery passion of the eyes stings me, and the glittering emeralds sparkle as they bore through my soul. I'm stunned, shocked by their intensity, momentarily rendered immobile as the dazzling orbs seem to shimmer in the glowing dusk.
"Shindou," I say, a whisper torn from my throat. He smiles softly at me, the edges of his eyes crinkling up as always, accentuating their long, dark lashes. The evening sun floods the both of us in its golden light, the rays seeping into every crevice.
We are both bathed in this saffron glow, the light reflecting of our hair and eyes, accentuating every expression on our features. I can see Shindou's eyes now, emerald flecked with gold, resplendent and vibrant.
Shindou smiles again, his lips upturned and his eyes laughing. He takes the luggage from my hands, relieving the ache that I never felt was there. I flex my fingers gingerly, working away the tension. I see Shindou looking up now, his lithe arms unconsciously around his body as the freezing wind billows unrelentlessly. I take the coat from my arm, draping it around his shoulders, hoping that it will provide some comfort from the biting wind. Shindou turns round, and softly mouths a thank you, unwilling to break the peaceful silence between us. The wraps the coat around him, working the buttons through the holes. The coat fits him perfectly. It hangs on his figure elegantly, its sombre colour clashing with his bleached jeans. I take a look, and then laugh softly, my voice tinkling through the air, rising quietly above the muffled din of the crowd. Shindou relaxes too, undoing the top few buttons of his coat to reveal a shirt with a number "5" emblazoned on it. We stand in the queue, crammed side by side, almost touching, as the crowd swells around us.
Shindou is tapping his food impatiently now, and I idly wondering it the queue will ever diminish enough for us to hail a taxi. It's become more oppressive now, with the both of us stifled by the hordes of people pushing by. I feel like faint, the air oppressive as the heat builds around us. It seems as though we're a rock is the middle of a gushing stream, the waters surging violently pass while we remain unmoving, just staring at each other.
"Let's go. I'll walk you home," Shindou says as he steps out into the waters, pulling me along, as we make our way out to the sidewalk. I stumble along, legs rebellious and stiff from standing still from too long. I clutch onto his shoulder for support, feeling the warmth radiating through the material of the coat. The wind is tousling his hair, brushing past his cheeks, leaving in its wake a rosy glow. The gale toys with his hair, letting the soft strands waft behind him in a halo.
The clouds lie as ravelled white silken strands woven across the hollowed azure sky, their edges catching the light as a golden smudge. The winter sky is simply beautiful, its pearly nacre streaked with bottle green. A hazy amethyst spreads across, its colour seeping slowly through, burnt amber and turquoise stain the sky, dousing the sky in their delicate colour.
The branches of the cherry blossoms are tremulous in the wind, as if scarcely able to bear the weight of a bloom so exquisite. My father once told me, as we stood in the midst of the swirling blizzard, that the cherry blossom reached the peak of its beauty in the coldest winter. It was tempered by the biting blizzard, forged out of the harsh winds, to the epitome of beauty that withstood the ravages of time.
They danced past now, flitting past us, coyly tangling my hair as their petals fell. Their tight buds unfurled, the cascade of cerise enveloping us in its tight embrace. Shinou's eyes are on me now, their emerald blazing through the pink, their intensity both frightening and fascinating.
I grasp hold of him, whispering violently into his ear. "You'll always be my rival." It comes as a statement, a confession of the truth that I held for so long. I see him smile yet again, his eyes flashing with pleasure. He turns around to face me fully, the luggage dropped and forgotten, lying on the bed of petals lining the snow. "And you'll be mine forever,"
But this time, we both know that he's referring to something else.
The whirlwind of cherry blossoms gathers speed, spinning dizzily past, whirling found us, rising to a shrill crescendo as the sun plunges downwards into the sea, its flame extinguished.
::Owari::
Thanks for sticking all the way through! Sorry, HikariSpirit, I'm just terrible at third person POV, so hence Touya's POV again. And I don't have the stamina for writing long stories. Gomen, gomen. Thanks Yui-mag and Ye Shiya for their support in the writing of the story. All other reviewers, thanks a lot!
Author's notes:
Thanks a lot to all the reviewers!!! All your comments are treasured and appreciated! All of you are so sweet ^.^ This one's written from Akira's POV again. I just want to try that out and see the results (which are NOT satisfactory).
Just to explain the last chapter, which confused everyone. Sorry! Well, Akira was cold waiting for his delayed flight. Hikaru came in, tried to warm him up, and gave him his jacket so that Akira wouldn't freeze. Yes, sorry if it was very unclear.__ Literature tests are hard.
And yeah, this fic is shounen-ai, so please if this isn't your kind of thing don't read it. Sorry, I didn't mean for it to go so slashy in the end. Both characters are rather OOC, hope you can stand them. I'll work on it, I promise!
Thanks again to all reviews :)
Please review! :) Flames are welcome; they help me improve, so enjoy the story!
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
To Know Nothing: Chapter 3
*~* Gleam of Truth *~*
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The frosted glass panels slide quietly apart, the low hissing sound strangely pleasant. I step through, hit by the blast of chilly air rushing through. I walk out, pausing at the entrance of the airport, searching for the familiar face among the sea of strangers.
I clutch the jacket around myself, pulling the zipper even higher as the cutting wind whips by. It contrasts oddly with my dress shirt, tie, and pants, adding to my formal ensemble a dash of colour. My jacket lies folded neatly on my arm, unworn and untouched for the entire journey. I wait at the steps, a solitary figure amongst the busy throng brushing past me. The landscape is ever changing, the busy Tokyo that I have always known, and from whom I have always taken refuge from in Go. The distant figures hunched and hurrying by, their jerky movements unfolding before my eyes like an old movie, painting with their movements upon the background like an artist on his canvas.
A myriad of tones, a kaleidoscope of shades, a whirlwind with me standing silently in its eye. With me silently waiting, body quivering with expectation and fainting from exhaustion.
"Touya! Touya! Over here! Sheesh, are you deaf or something?" I spin round quickly, eyes scanning the crowd for the source of the voice. Perhaps I'm hearing things? The trip was so tiring, so draining that I can hardly pull myself together anymore, limp from the long nights and early mornings, exhausted from the endless requests.
I should call a cab now, get home and slip into blissful oblivion, lost in a dreamland of my own creation. I walk down the steps like a mechanically, each step preceding another, careful to avoid falling over.
A hand brushes mine, and I shrug it off, mumbling an apology as I walk towards the taxi stand. Now the hands has forcefully grabbed mine, with a tug spinning me round to face its owner. I don't resist, I don't pull back; I'm too tired. I look into the person's eyes, meaning to tell the person off, meaning to tell he person to stop, because I'm too tired to fight, too tired to think, too tired to start making apologies for something I didn't even do. So I keep my polite demeanour, bow slightly and apologise for being to careless as to bump into the person.
Then it hits me. The fiery passion of the eyes stings me, and the glittering emeralds sparkle as they bore through my soul. I'm stunned, shocked by their intensity, momentarily rendered immobile as the dazzling orbs seem to shimmer in the glowing dusk.
"Shindou," I say, a whisper torn from my throat. He smiles softly at me, the edges of his eyes crinkling up as always, accentuating their long, dark lashes. The evening sun floods the both of us in its golden light, the rays seeping into every crevice.
We are both bathed in this saffron glow, the light reflecting of our hair and eyes, accentuating every expression on our features. I can see Shindou's eyes now, emerald flecked with gold, resplendent and vibrant.
Shindou smiles again, his lips upturned and his eyes laughing. He takes the luggage from my hands, relieving the ache that I never felt was there. I flex my fingers gingerly, working away the tension. I see Shindou looking up now, his lithe arms unconsciously around his body as the freezing wind billows unrelentlessly. I take the coat from my arm, draping it around his shoulders, hoping that it will provide some comfort from the biting wind. Shindou turns round, and softly mouths a thank you, unwilling to break the peaceful silence between us. The wraps the coat around him, working the buttons through the holes. The coat fits him perfectly. It hangs on his figure elegantly, its sombre colour clashing with his bleached jeans. I take a look, and then laugh softly, my voice tinkling through the air, rising quietly above the muffled din of the crowd. Shindou relaxes too, undoing the top few buttons of his coat to reveal a shirt with a number "5" emblazoned on it. We stand in the queue, crammed side by side, almost touching, as the crowd swells around us.
Shindou is tapping his food impatiently now, and I idly wondering it the queue will ever diminish enough for us to hail a taxi. It's become more oppressive now, with the both of us stifled by the hordes of people pushing by. I feel like faint, the air oppressive as the heat builds around us. It seems as though we're a rock is the middle of a gushing stream, the waters surging violently pass while we remain unmoving, just staring at each other.
"Let's go. I'll walk you home," Shindou says as he steps out into the waters, pulling me along, as we make our way out to the sidewalk. I stumble along, legs rebellious and stiff from standing still from too long. I clutch onto his shoulder for support, feeling the warmth radiating through the material of the coat. The wind is tousling his hair, brushing past his cheeks, leaving in its wake a rosy glow. The gale toys with his hair, letting the soft strands waft behind him in a halo.
The clouds lie as ravelled white silken strands woven across the hollowed azure sky, their edges catching the light as a golden smudge. The winter sky is simply beautiful, its pearly nacre streaked with bottle green. A hazy amethyst spreads across, its colour seeping slowly through, burnt amber and turquoise stain the sky, dousing the sky in their delicate colour.
The branches of the cherry blossoms are tremulous in the wind, as if scarcely able to bear the weight of a bloom so exquisite. My father once told me, as we stood in the midst of the swirling blizzard, that the cherry blossom reached the peak of its beauty in the coldest winter. It was tempered by the biting blizzard, forged out of the harsh winds, to the epitome of beauty that withstood the ravages of time.
They danced past now, flitting past us, coyly tangling my hair as their petals fell. Their tight buds unfurled, the cascade of cerise enveloping us in its tight embrace. Shinou's eyes are on me now, their emerald blazing through the pink, their intensity both frightening and fascinating.
I grasp hold of him, whispering violently into his ear. "You'll always be my rival." It comes as a statement, a confession of the truth that I held for so long. I see him smile yet again, his eyes flashing with pleasure. He turns around to face me fully, the luggage dropped and forgotten, lying on the bed of petals lining the snow. "And you'll be mine forever,"
But this time, we both know that he's referring to something else.
The whirlwind of cherry blossoms gathers speed, spinning dizzily past, whirling found us, rising to a shrill crescendo as the sun plunges downwards into the sea, its flame extinguished.
::Owari::
Thanks for sticking all the way through! Sorry, HikariSpirit, I'm just terrible at third person POV, so hence Touya's POV again. And I don't have the stamina for writing long stories. Gomen, gomen. Thanks Yui-mag and Ye Shiya for their support in the writing of the story. All other reviewers, thanks a lot!