Aishuu Offers:
Lessons in How to Make a Bishounen Snap
~ A Hikaru no Go fanfiction ~
mbsilvana@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Hotta and Obata wouldn't sue, right?
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PART THREE: Head Games, Social Secretaries and Rising Stress Levels
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Apparently they could do that.
Or so I found out.
When I went to see the administration, I immediately asked to see Reiji. Kaidou was going to be
completely unreasonable, I knew, so the only other option was to go over his head and get things
sorted out there.
I was in a foul mood, though I'm sure only those who knew me best could have recognized it. My
expression was cool and collected, and even though I was missing my first class, no one in the office
saw fit to question me.
It only took about half an hour to get in to see the principal. Reiji was seated behind his desk, going
through the stack of papers, which had apparently not shrunk at all since the last time I saw him. His
hands twitched in a slightly nervous motion, and I could tell he had a pretty good idea why I was
there.
Watch the hands, my father had told me when I was very young. Do they fiddle? Are they confident
or too slow? Do they hesitate? The hands will tell you what the face won't. He had told me that
about Go, but it was true about life as well.
A lot of lessons about Go worked in life.
"Hello, Reiji-sensei," I said, bowing. "I wanted to talk to you about the formation of a new club," I
told him, narrowed eyes on his face. I had used the same look to make my opponents resign more
than once, and I knew that Reiji would probably crack under it as well.
He was made of sterner stuff than I gave him credit for. He gave me a decidedly bland smile. "I see
word has reached you about your fan club forming, Touya-kun," he said. Pushing the papers aside,
he threaded his fingers together on his desk
"You could say that," I told him. "Is it standard school practice to fund clubs that essential amount
to students stalking other students?" I asked. My voice was soft, but the tone was sharp enough that
it could cut diamond. Ogata-sensei was the master of the verbal spanking, and I had learned from
him.
It was with great satisfaction that I saw beads of sweat begin to form at Reiji's brow. His eyebrow
twitched, and I knew I had him. "I wouldn't call it THAT, Touya-kun...."
"What would you call it?" I asked in a deceptively neutral voice, taking a seat across from him
without invitation. Leaning forward, I stared at him without saying anything else. Mentally I began
a countdown of how long he'd be able to endure my scrutiny.
Five... four... three...
CRACK!
I could practically hear his will shatter under my intensity.
He shook a bit, and his hands reached up to run through his thinning hair. "I'd call it fostering an
interesting in Japanese culture," he said hurriedly."We don't have a Go club, and your presence here
is to our advantage."
I saw right through it. Someone higher up was pressuring the principal to strengthen the school's
cultural offerings, and I made a convenient excuse. "I don't see how authorizing a /fan club/ for me
is going to accomplish that!" I said coolly, even though my face still wore a smile. It was all I could
do to keep from lunging forward and throttling him, but being around Shindou had heightened my
patience with sheer stupidity.
"The advisor has arranged to conduct Go lessons once a week and will use your games to show how
the professional Go world works," Reiji explained
Kaidou-sensei had officially made my life hell, I thought. "Reiji-sensei, I am here to go to school.
My professional life is completely separate-"
"And difficult to maintain, isn't it?" Reiji inserted. "Part of the club's duties will be to support you by
making sure you receive notes from the classes you inevitably miss."
"I-" I began, feeling myself backed into a corner and not liking the feeling. My smile fell away, and I
gave him what Shindou called my "scary face."
He flinched slightly.
Good.
"Reiji-sensei, you're not going to listen to any of my objections, are you?" I asked after another
moment.
He just looked back at me. "I don't believe you have any reason to be opposed," he replied in a
tremulous voice.
I could think of about fifty, and they all wore school fukus. "This isn't over," I warned him. "I will
see that club dissolved!"
I rose to my feet and stalked out, shutting the door quietly behind me, resisting the childish impulse
to slam it. Thoughts of exactly what I'd like to do to the school administration raced through my
head, but sadly I lacked the imagination to go much beyond tar and feathering.
School that day was the worst it had been since I started classes.
The guys in my class, who had been thawing towards me, were now treating me like a social pariah,
but the girls were now staring at me openly. It was all I could to ignore them... I felt like a mouse
being circled by vultures.
I decided to just pay attention to lessons and figure out what the heck to do after school. Ichikawa's
advice hadn't worked - I hadn't had time to use it before the girls got ahead of me. It looked like I
would have to figure this out on my own.
Lunchtime came, after a morning of having my classmates stare at me, though for some reason, no
girls tossed notes on my desk, which was a first. I was a bit curious about that, but I thanked the
kami for one small blessing.
Still, even as I dug out the lunch my mother had made for me, I felt the eyes of the entire female
population of the class on me. Raising my chopsticks, I took the tamago and started to eat it,
ignoring the queasy feeling of nervousness. If I ignored them, maybe they'd go away....
Just goes to prove I have no common sense, thinking such a thing.
As one, the four girls rose from their seats, coming over. Maaya, Chieko, and Risa were there, but
there was another girl I didn't know standing slightly behind them.
"Hi, Touya-kun!" Maaya said. "We have something we'd like to talk to you about."
"Yes?" I asked cautiously.
"We're the officers of your new fanclub!" she pronounced cheerfully.
My eyes automatically darted around quickly searching for an escape route. "Um," I said, trying to
keep from screaming out loud in frustration. Sanctioned stalkers would have been more like it. "I
really don't have time for a fan club..." I said finally. "I can't be helping girls out or anything - I'm
very busy."
Maaya smiled at me. "Don't worry! We'll take care of it!" She handed me a sheet of paper, and it
took all of my training to keep an impassive expression.
Kami-sama save me, was my first thought. There, typed out neatly, was the rest of my school life. I
stared at the black letters, unwilling to process the information.
"We know your time is valuable, so your fan club has taken it upon itself to make your life easier,"
Chieko explained. "We've assigned someone to keep notes for when you have games, and Risa, as
club secretary, is going to schedule girls during an hour each month to give love confessions and
offer love letters face to face. We know you don't have time for a girlfriend, but a girl still likes to do
it. We were thinking the second Friday... since you won't usually be around Saturdays."
"Notes...?" I echoed.
"Well, our job is to support you!" Maaya said. "I'm the president, Chieko is my V.P., Risa is
secretary/treasurer...."
The girls laughed before turning to the girl I didn't recognize. She was tall, taller than I was, and
built along sturdy lines. She was hardly the kind of girl I would have anticipated going for the fan
club business, but there was something soft in her face that made me realize she was deadly serious.
"Who are you?" I asked hesitantly.
"Isumi Emi," she replied shortly. "I'm your bodyguard."
BODYGUARD?
The chopsticks I had been holding slipped into my lunch box, but no one noticed. "Do you think
that's necessary?" I asked politely, even though inside I was screaming.
"Have you seen what fangirls /do/?" Chieko asked. "Emi volunteered to accompany you to festivals
and other public events. Her cousin is a professional Go player, so she knows enough to follow
along."
Images of fangirls clawing at my clothes flashed before my eyes, one which I quickly suppressed. It
was just too horrible to think on. "I'm a Go player, not an athlete! I'm not an idol," I told them.
They were going too far with this!
Starting the club was going too far, as far as I was concerned.
"Isn't Go a sport?" Risa asked, speaking for the first time. She was the quietest of the Dread Trio.
I sighed. "Yes, but...."
"So you're an athlete!" she pronounced happily. "And you're very famous, so you need a
bodyguard!"
I stared at them, realizing they weren't going to back down.
Just peachy, I thought. I'd just acquired a babysitter. From the way Emi was looking at me, I was
wagering that I would have a very hard time getting away from her.
Inside my head, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Shindou's was nearly dying of laughter at the
whole situation.
At least it couldn't get any worse, I consoled myself.
****
Of course, thinking that was just asking for trouble. Murphy's law is like that, and it seemed I'd
been a victim to it ever since I had entered Toriyama.
It was Kaidou's math class where it went down. I was studying logic proofs, something I was very
good at. I was good at math, but that didn't really seem to matter to Kaidou-sensei. He kept inviting
me to spend time on games, and wanted to discuss them He wasn't a bad player, but I felt like I was
being taken advantage of, so I kept making excuses. He kept trying, though.
"Before we get to work, I'd like your class representatives to come to the front of the room,"
Kaidoh-sensei said. He motioned to two students I only knew by name, Fujita Eiri and Murisaki
Hitomi.
Fujita looked at Murisaki, and they spread out a pile of papers on the desk. "We should have done
this earlier, but we only got the paperwork from the council meeting we had at lunch," he told us.
"Our school is having a cultural festival in two weeks, and we need to do something."
I paid polite attention, but I really wasn't that interested. Whatever the others decided would be fine
by me. In two weeks... I didn't have a game scheduled, but a tutoring session might come up.
"We're looking for suggestions, if anyone has anything," Murisaki said.
"We can do an onigiri stand!" one of the girls piped up. "I'm really good at making cute ones!"
"Food is going to be provided by most of the clubs, so we were thinking more about some kind of
activity," Fujita said. "Is anyone any good at telling fortunes?"
"How about a play?" Another girl piped up.
"No time!" a boy countered.
"A games room!" a boy suggested.
"Too common!"
I listened as they bounced ideas back and forth, amused. Some of them started squabbling of
possible decorations, and reminding others it was a cultural festival.
"You're overlooking the obvious," Kaidoh-sensei said from where he was observing. "Your class
has a valuable asset that none of the other classes can compete with."
I shut my eyes. Oh, no.... He didn't mean....
I heard Maaya's enthusiastic voice as she suddenly realized what the teacher was getting at. "That
would be perfect!" she squealed.
"Huh? What are you talking about, Wakahara-san?" someone asked Maaya.
"It's perfect! We'll turn our classroom into a Go salon, and Touya-sama can tutor!" she said
gleefully.
It was then I recognized that I really was starting to develop a violent side. It was all I could do not
to get up and strangle her right there.
END PART THREE
No, this is not a yaoi story. This is Aishuu killing stress.
Credit to tenshihanafubuki for the edit!
Part 4: Enter the Meijin's study group. Really, don't you love "the voice of experience?" Sadly, what
do you do when it doesn't HAVE experience and seems determined to laugh its ass off at you?
Lessons in How to Make a Bishounen Snap
~ A Hikaru no Go fanfiction ~
mbsilvana@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Hotta and Obata wouldn't sue, right?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
PART THREE: Head Games, Social Secretaries and Rising Stress Levels
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Apparently they could do that.
Or so I found out.
When I went to see the administration, I immediately asked to see Reiji. Kaidou was going to be
completely unreasonable, I knew, so the only other option was to go over his head and get things
sorted out there.
I was in a foul mood, though I'm sure only those who knew me best could have recognized it. My
expression was cool and collected, and even though I was missing my first class, no one in the office
saw fit to question me.
It only took about half an hour to get in to see the principal. Reiji was seated behind his desk, going
through the stack of papers, which had apparently not shrunk at all since the last time I saw him. His
hands twitched in a slightly nervous motion, and I could tell he had a pretty good idea why I was
there.
Watch the hands, my father had told me when I was very young. Do they fiddle? Are they confident
or too slow? Do they hesitate? The hands will tell you what the face won't. He had told me that
about Go, but it was true about life as well.
A lot of lessons about Go worked in life.
"Hello, Reiji-sensei," I said, bowing. "I wanted to talk to you about the formation of a new club," I
told him, narrowed eyes on his face. I had used the same look to make my opponents resign more
than once, and I knew that Reiji would probably crack under it as well.
He was made of sterner stuff than I gave him credit for. He gave me a decidedly bland smile. "I see
word has reached you about your fan club forming, Touya-kun," he said. Pushing the papers aside,
he threaded his fingers together on his desk
"You could say that," I told him. "Is it standard school practice to fund clubs that essential amount
to students stalking other students?" I asked. My voice was soft, but the tone was sharp enough that
it could cut diamond. Ogata-sensei was the master of the verbal spanking, and I had learned from
him.
It was with great satisfaction that I saw beads of sweat begin to form at Reiji's brow. His eyebrow
twitched, and I knew I had him. "I wouldn't call it THAT, Touya-kun...."
"What would you call it?" I asked in a deceptively neutral voice, taking a seat across from him
without invitation. Leaning forward, I stared at him without saying anything else. Mentally I began
a countdown of how long he'd be able to endure my scrutiny.
Five... four... three...
CRACK!
I could practically hear his will shatter under my intensity.
He shook a bit, and his hands reached up to run through his thinning hair. "I'd call it fostering an
interesting in Japanese culture," he said hurriedly."We don't have a Go club, and your presence here
is to our advantage."
I saw right through it. Someone higher up was pressuring the principal to strengthen the school's
cultural offerings, and I made a convenient excuse. "I don't see how authorizing a /fan club/ for me
is going to accomplish that!" I said coolly, even though my face still wore a smile. It was all I could
do to keep from lunging forward and throttling him, but being around Shindou had heightened my
patience with sheer stupidity.
"The advisor has arranged to conduct Go lessons once a week and will use your games to show how
the professional Go world works," Reiji explained
Kaidou-sensei had officially made my life hell, I thought. "Reiji-sensei, I am here to go to school.
My professional life is completely separate-"
"And difficult to maintain, isn't it?" Reiji inserted. "Part of the club's duties will be to support you by
making sure you receive notes from the classes you inevitably miss."
"I-" I began, feeling myself backed into a corner and not liking the feeling. My smile fell away, and I
gave him what Shindou called my "scary face."
He flinched slightly.
Good.
"Reiji-sensei, you're not going to listen to any of my objections, are you?" I asked after another
moment.
He just looked back at me. "I don't believe you have any reason to be opposed," he replied in a
tremulous voice.
I could think of about fifty, and they all wore school fukus. "This isn't over," I warned him. "I will
see that club dissolved!"
I rose to my feet and stalked out, shutting the door quietly behind me, resisting the childish impulse
to slam it. Thoughts of exactly what I'd like to do to the school administration raced through my
head, but sadly I lacked the imagination to go much beyond tar and feathering.
School that day was the worst it had been since I started classes.
The guys in my class, who had been thawing towards me, were now treating me like a social pariah,
but the girls were now staring at me openly. It was all I could to ignore them... I felt like a mouse
being circled by vultures.
I decided to just pay attention to lessons and figure out what the heck to do after school. Ichikawa's
advice hadn't worked - I hadn't had time to use it before the girls got ahead of me. It looked like I
would have to figure this out on my own.
Lunchtime came, after a morning of having my classmates stare at me, though for some reason, no
girls tossed notes on my desk, which was a first. I was a bit curious about that, but I thanked the
kami for one small blessing.
Still, even as I dug out the lunch my mother had made for me, I felt the eyes of the entire female
population of the class on me. Raising my chopsticks, I took the tamago and started to eat it,
ignoring the queasy feeling of nervousness. If I ignored them, maybe they'd go away....
Just goes to prove I have no common sense, thinking such a thing.
As one, the four girls rose from their seats, coming over. Maaya, Chieko, and Risa were there, but
there was another girl I didn't know standing slightly behind them.
"Hi, Touya-kun!" Maaya said. "We have something we'd like to talk to you about."
"Yes?" I asked cautiously.
"We're the officers of your new fanclub!" she pronounced cheerfully.
My eyes automatically darted around quickly searching for an escape route. "Um," I said, trying to
keep from screaming out loud in frustration. Sanctioned stalkers would have been more like it. "I
really don't have time for a fan club..." I said finally. "I can't be helping girls out or anything - I'm
very busy."
Maaya smiled at me. "Don't worry! We'll take care of it!" She handed me a sheet of paper, and it
took all of my training to keep an impassive expression.
Kami-sama save me, was my first thought. There, typed out neatly, was the rest of my school life. I
stared at the black letters, unwilling to process the information.
"We know your time is valuable, so your fan club has taken it upon itself to make your life easier,"
Chieko explained. "We've assigned someone to keep notes for when you have games, and Risa, as
club secretary, is going to schedule girls during an hour each month to give love confessions and
offer love letters face to face. We know you don't have time for a girlfriend, but a girl still likes to do
it. We were thinking the second Friday... since you won't usually be around Saturdays."
"Notes...?" I echoed.
"Well, our job is to support you!" Maaya said. "I'm the president, Chieko is my V.P., Risa is
secretary/treasurer...."
The girls laughed before turning to the girl I didn't recognize. She was tall, taller than I was, and
built along sturdy lines. She was hardly the kind of girl I would have anticipated going for the fan
club business, but there was something soft in her face that made me realize she was deadly serious.
"Who are you?" I asked hesitantly.
"Isumi Emi," she replied shortly. "I'm your bodyguard."
BODYGUARD?
The chopsticks I had been holding slipped into my lunch box, but no one noticed. "Do you think
that's necessary?" I asked politely, even though inside I was screaming.
"Have you seen what fangirls /do/?" Chieko asked. "Emi volunteered to accompany you to festivals
and other public events. Her cousin is a professional Go player, so she knows enough to follow
along."
Images of fangirls clawing at my clothes flashed before my eyes, one which I quickly suppressed. It
was just too horrible to think on. "I'm a Go player, not an athlete! I'm not an idol," I told them.
They were going too far with this!
Starting the club was going too far, as far as I was concerned.
"Isn't Go a sport?" Risa asked, speaking for the first time. She was the quietest of the Dread Trio.
I sighed. "Yes, but...."
"So you're an athlete!" she pronounced happily. "And you're very famous, so you need a
bodyguard!"
I stared at them, realizing they weren't going to back down.
Just peachy, I thought. I'd just acquired a babysitter. From the way Emi was looking at me, I was
wagering that I would have a very hard time getting away from her.
Inside my head, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Shindou's was nearly dying of laughter at the
whole situation.
At least it couldn't get any worse, I consoled myself.
****
Of course, thinking that was just asking for trouble. Murphy's law is like that, and it seemed I'd
been a victim to it ever since I had entered Toriyama.
It was Kaidou's math class where it went down. I was studying logic proofs, something I was very
good at. I was good at math, but that didn't really seem to matter to Kaidou-sensei. He kept inviting
me to spend time on games, and wanted to discuss them He wasn't a bad player, but I felt like I was
being taken advantage of, so I kept making excuses. He kept trying, though.
"Before we get to work, I'd like your class representatives to come to the front of the room,"
Kaidoh-sensei said. He motioned to two students I only knew by name, Fujita Eiri and Murisaki
Hitomi.
Fujita looked at Murisaki, and they spread out a pile of papers on the desk. "We should have done
this earlier, but we only got the paperwork from the council meeting we had at lunch," he told us.
"Our school is having a cultural festival in two weeks, and we need to do something."
I paid polite attention, but I really wasn't that interested. Whatever the others decided would be fine
by me. In two weeks... I didn't have a game scheduled, but a tutoring session might come up.
"We're looking for suggestions, if anyone has anything," Murisaki said.
"We can do an onigiri stand!" one of the girls piped up. "I'm really good at making cute ones!"
"Food is going to be provided by most of the clubs, so we were thinking more about some kind of
activity," Fujita said. "Is anyone any good at telling fortunes?"
"How about a play?" Another girl piped up.
"No time!" a boy countered.
"A games room!" a boy suggested.
"Too common!"
I listened as they bounced ideas back and forth, amused. Some of them started squabbling of
possible decorations, and reminding others it was a cultural festival.
"You're overlooking the obvious," Kaidoh-sensei said from where he was observing. "Your class
has a valuable asset that none of the other classes can compete with."
I shut my eyes. Oh, no.... He didn't mean....
I heard Maaya's enthusiastic voice as she suddenly realized what the teacher was getting at. "That
would be perfect!" she squealed.
"Huh? What are you talking about, Wakahara-san?" someone asked Maaya.
"It's perfect! We'll turn our classroom into a Go salon, and Touya-sama can tutor!" she said
gleefully.
It was then I recognized that I really was starting to develop a violent side. It was all I could do not
to get up and strangle her right there.
END PART THREE
No, this is not a yaoi story. This is Aishuu killing stress.
Credit to tenshihanafubuki for the edit!
Part 4: Enter the Meijin's study group. Really, don't you love "the voice of experience?" Sadly, what
do you do when it doesn't HAVE experience and seems determined to laugh its ass off at you?