Well, this is it. This is the last piece of my very first fan
fiction. Thank you for having taken the time to read it.
Akira was left standing in the alley as Waya and Isumi walked away.
Waya had definitely left a mark on him. Not physically, but in his heart. There was no way that being told you were only hurting the person you loved couldn't have some kind of effect on you.
He understood perfectly that it really was Hikaru's decision, who he loved. It's just that the thought of it not being him hurt.
It really hurt.
Not being there with the one you loved; not being allowed to love them could there be anything more painful?
Painful?
Was that? Could it be that he was?
Watching the two of them have fun together, they were both so happy. What if Hikaru truly did love Akari? Would he feel the same agonizing pain? Those feelings of bitter loneliness, would his love be able to erase those feelings from Hikaru?
"Those two have been together forever. Long before Hikaru even knew what an igo board was. Let them be. If they break up or something, that's something else, but don't destroy them because of your own childish desires. You already have Hikaru. You have him as your eternal rival, and you won't loose him as that. After all it takes two people to play, two equally skilled players. Man do you even realize how lucky you are!"
Those words replayed over and over in Akira's mind. Was he lucky? Hikaru was his every time they sat down together over an igo board, but that was it, he wanted the two of them to be together.
"You have him as your eternal rival, and you won't loose him as that."
Akira felt his knees buckle beneath his weight.
"Those two have been together forever."
Hikaru was just as his name said; he was Akira's ray of light, his beacon of hope. Was it alright for Akari to take him from him, or was she? Was he only trying to take him from her?
"Long before Hikaru even knew what an igo board was."
He thought back to how the two of them had first met. He had met Hikaru when he had given up hope of ever finding someone his own age to play igo with. Yet Hikaru had beaten him with ease. Akira had become fascinated with him, so fascinated that it had easily become an obsession. When Hikaru refused to play him he had felt like a two ton brick had been thrown on his shoulders, and he had been willing to do anything, absolutely anything, even wade through the bowls of hell in order to have him there sitting across the igo board with him once again.
It took time, rejection, and a lot of disappointments, in order for the two of them to be were they were, and for Akira to realize exactly what his obsession was. A budding flower named love.
"You already have Hikaru... you won't loose him as that."
He's my eternal rival. I knew it even back then the first time we had played I had known that.
"If they break up or something, that's something else... Let them be."
Akira slowly pulled himself to his feet, forcing his legs to lock beneath him, until he had regained his footing.
Akira began to walk forward.
No matter what he would always love Hikaru.
Akira headed down the street to the house that he had seen Hikaru kissing Akari in front of. It was right next door to Hikaru's old home, so he was guessing that it was Akari's house.
Was Hikaru inside? Had he left already?
Akira had no idea if he was or if he wasn't but it didn't stop him from knocking on the door. When Akari opened the door Hikaru wasn't there and neither was Akira. Scratched on the back of a receipt were the words, "If you ever hurt Hikaru, he'll be mine to comfort, permanently. Remember that."
The note was more than a little cliché, but she understood.
"Sorry, Touya-san, I have no intention of giving you that chance."
Akira was left standing in the alley as Waya and Isumi walked away.
Waya had definitely left a mark on him. Not physically, but in his heart. There was no way that being told you were only hurting the person you loved couldn't have some kind of effect on you.
He understood perfectly that it really was Hikaru's decision, who he loved. It's just that the thought of it not being him hurt.
It really hurt.
Not being there with the one you loved; not being allowed to love them could there be anything more painful?
Painful?
Was that? Could it be that he was?
Watching the two of them have fun together, they were both so happy. What if Hikaru truly did love Akari? Would he feel the same agonizing pain? Those feelings of bitter loneliness, would his love be able to erase those feelings from Hikaru?
"Those two have been together forever. Long before Hikaru even knew what an igo board was. Let them be. If they break up or something, that's something else, but don't destroy them because of your own childish desires. You already have Hikaru. You have him as your eternal rival, and you won't loose him as that. After all it takes two people to play, two equally skilled players. Man do you even realize how lucky you are!"
Those words replayed over and over in Akira's mind. Was he lucky? Hikaru was his every time they sat down together over an igo board, but that was it, he wanted the two of them to be together.
"You have him as your eternal rival, and you won't loose him as that."
Akira felt his knees buckle beneath his weight.
"Those two have been together forever."
Hikaru was just as his name said; he was Akira's ray of light, his beacon of hope. Was it alright for Akari to take him from him, or was she? Was he only trying to take him from her?
"Long before Hikaru even knew what an igo board was."
He thought back to how the two of them had first met. He had met Hikaru when he had given up hope of ever finding someone his own age to play igo with. Yet Hikaru had beaten him with ease. Akira had become fascinated with him, so fascinated that it had easily become an obsession. When Hikaru refused to play him he had felt like a two ton brick had been thrown on his shoulders, and he had been willing to do anything, absolutely anything, even wade through the bowls of hell in order to have him there sitting across the igo board with him once again.
It took time, rejection, and a lot of disappointments, in order for the two of them to be were they were, and for Akira to realize exactly what his obsession was. A budding flower named love.
"You already have Hikaru... you won't loose him as that."
He's my eternal rival. I knew it even back then the first time we had played I had known that.
"If they break up or something, that's something else... Let them be."
Akira slowly pulled himself to his feet, forcing his legs to lock beneath him, until he had regained his footing.
Akira began to walk forward.
No matter what he would always love Hikaru.
Akira headed down the street to the house that he had seen Hikaru kissing Akari in front of. It was right next door to Hikaru's old home, so he was guessing that it was Akari's house.
Was Hikaru inside? Had he left already?
Akira had no idea if he was or if he wasn't but it didn't stop him from knocking on the door. When Akari opened the door Hikaru wasn't there and neither was Akira. Scratched on the back of a receipt were the words, "If you ever hurt Hikaru, he'll be mine to comfort, permanently. Remember that."
The note was more than a little cliché, but she understood.
"Sorry, Touya-san, I have no intention of giving you that chance."