I don't own Hikago.

I Love You In Pink

Chapter 2 - Street Wear

"See? Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

The two Pro Go players left the shop with two bags holding the designer pants and the white turtle neck, along with several other clothing items Hikaru deemed worthy. Or not that bad.
Akira nodded.

"It wasn't. But it could've been better."

"You're still upset over that shirt?"

"I looked good in it."

"Touya, it was from the women department."

The 3 Dan blushed.

"No one'd have noticed!"

"I'd have noticed. Especially since you did look good in it."

Akira's cheeks flared lightly and he remained silent, gaze distant.

"…"

Hikaru bit his lip, feeling responsible for the awkward silence that fell on them.

"Those are nice clothes you got there. Honest."

Relief washed over him when Akira gave him a side glance, and he turned to look ahead casually.

"I mean, not quite what I had in mind, but an improvement nonetheless."

He felt one of the shopping bags hit the back of his head and he tried to retaliate, only to hit a random passerbyer's head.

"Shindo, you baka!"

"Er, oops?"

The two made haste to their retreat, leaving behind them a very angry woman who was waving her purse around, yelling threats to beyond the grave.

"Aren't we talented today."

"Oh, shut up."

After a while, the two decided it was safe and collapsed on a bench, their shopping bags hitting the floor.

"I think I lost half my new shirts."

Akira said, going through his belongings.

"This is your fault, you know."

He muttered under his breath, sending Shindo on the defensive.

"ME?! You ducked, it's your fault!"

"You shouldn't have hit me!"

"Same for you!"

"I was tempted!"

"So was I!"

"Well, you dragged me here to begin with!"

"My fault your fashion sense is as good as Ochi's?!"

Another glare. Yes mom, there is a number beyond gazillion.

"I could just end it here and now. No court would ever convict me."

By now, the two were getting glances by strangers, but neither paid attention.

Hikaru stared, nervousness gathering, before he cleared his throat. Gathering himself, he looked at his friend.

"Well, now what?"

"You're asking me?"

They stared at each other, Hikaru with a clueless expression, Akira with an angry one.

"Oh. Right."

Touya face faulted while Shindo scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.

"Why me."

"Hey, come on, we're right there."

Looking up, Akira saw Hikaru was pointing at a store next to them. It was sportswear, and many of the shirts had the logo '5' on them.

"Let me guess, you shop here often."

"Is it that obvious?"

Hikaru asked apologetically.

"Well, no. If you're blind, that is."

"Just, come on already."

Akira stood helplessly as Hikaru rummaged through the clothes, at times wrinkling his nose, at times moving to a different shelf. Touya was about to propose they left, when Hikaru jumped up, holding what seemed to be a shirt and cried 'success!'. The salesman laughed good heartily.

"Is he always like that?"

Akira asked, desperate for anything that'd make the illusion of being trapped in the Twilight Zone go away.

"You should've seen him buy his first 'five' shirt. Scared half my costumers half to death."

"I can imagine."

"HERE YOU GO!"

Shoving the shirt into Akira's face, Hikaru grinned brightly.

"What took you so long?"

"Well, I can't just give you anything, can I? That'd be the same as what you're wearing now. But I guess it can't be worse."

Glaring was pointless. And it started hurting Akira's eyes. He almost fell down the escalators earlier over it.

"I'm not wearing that."

The 3 Dan stated firmly, crossing his arms. The lower Dan chuckled and grinned, in a way that scared the taller boy.

"Oh, we'll see about that."

"Ok, I wore it, now give me my normal clothes back."

"I wouldn't really call it 'normal', Tou…ya."

"What?"

Hikaru couldn't help but burst out laughing. True, he ripped the clothes off of Akira. True, the taller boy proved to be able to put up a god fight. But it served its purpose. Akira was now wearing a deep red t-shirt saying 'Dial 666' with Khaki pants that reached a bit under his knees and a brown over shirt on top.

"You look great!"

"I look like a freak."

"Welcome to the world of a teenager!"

"Cloths. Now."

Hikaru pouted playfully and handed Akira the clothes he hid behind his back.

"You're no fun."

"Boo. Hoo."

"Lemme guess, that's my fault too!"

"Why, yes."

"Spoil sport."

Akira grabbed the clothes and went to change, only to come out, enraged.

"Shindo!"

His clothes turned to be a green shirt with 69's all over it and a flower pattern Hawaii shorts. Hikaru turned away, trying to whistle innocently over the fit of giggles.

"You will pay. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but one day…"

"You'll what, make me dress like you? And I ain't paying, you're buying the shirt! You're paying!"

"Make me!"

Again, Hikaru grin frightened the other boy.

"Down, Shindo!"

"Make me."

The shop owner laughed as the two chased each other around his shop, throwing back comments and throwing what later turned out to be Go stones at each other.

"Kids."