Disclaimer : I don't own either Hikaru no Go or Spiral.
For those who don't know Spiral : Don't worry, I'll give you some explanation that you should know.
The summery of Spiral : There's a group of talented teenagers called " The Blade Children" but nothing comes without a price. Though they're blessed with their gifts, they're cursed in the same time. By the age of 20, they'll lost control of themselves and become "a demon" that destroy the world. " The Hunter" is organized to kill them all. The Blade Children continue struggling for their life.
For those who know Spiral : Huge spoiler for entire manga especially Vol 10-11! I wrote this one because I was so happy that here (Thailand) has just released Vol 11. This story happened around Vol 5, when Kanone was about to come to Japan. Let's say that I didn't like what happened to Kanone, that's why I wrote this one. I hope Knone fan will like it.
Warning : Spiral is for Thinker type 'coz 80 of this story is about questioning, answering and presuming. If you hate a long conversation, this fic doesn't match you.
A/N : I accept that I was inspired by " Illumination" by malika-azrael but I think we don't share the same theme. So I think it's ok, it's not that I copy her, right?
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The Forgotten Angel
Chapter 1 : Franzliszt's song
" How could this happens? Japan is the host but won the last prize!"
" It's because Shindou."
" If he won the match against China and let Touya Akira played with Ko Yongha then…"
" Loss means loss, no matter how good he played."
" What do you think about Kurata-san's decision, Touya-kun?"
" Why did you switch their positions, Kurata-san?"
The closing ceremony was noisy. Reporters kept asking Kurata and Akira about letting Hikaru play the first board. Organizers and quests were gossiping, blaming Hikaru for Japan's loss. Neither of them dared to say it out loud but Hikaru still heard the buzz and the way they looked at him made him become more frustrated. Hikaru filled with wrath, he was beyond angry now.
" Calm down, Shindou," Kansai pro placed his hand firmly on Hikaru's tense shoulder.
" Yashiro, I.." Hikaru turned back, his eyes accidentally met Ko Yongha's. The Korean pro sniggered at him as if he wanted to declare to the world that he was a winner. Hikaru couldn't take it anymore.
" This is it! I'm leaving!" Hikaru cried out furiously and stomped out the hall.
" Shindou! Wait!" Yashiro ran after him, so did Akira, Waya and Isumi.
Hikaru ran to a lobby cursing Yongha along the way.
"Damn it! Damn that Korean! Damn his smirk! I swear I will…" As he reached the lobby, he saw a big black grand piano in the middle of the lobby. He went straight to it, he sat on the piano stool and began to play it. It was then that the young pros arrived.
" Wow…you've never told me that he could play the piano," said Yashiro to Akira.
" I..I don't know that he can," Akira answered. It was honest, he didn't know.
" Waya, do you know this?" Asked Isumi, he thought if there was someone who knew that Hikaru played the piano, that person should be Waya.
" No, I've no idea. He's never told me either," Waya said surprisingly. They had known almost 2 years now about Hikaru hadn't talked about this.
The music still went on, a beautiful but lonely song. The way Hikaru moved his hands above the keyboard, the way he pressed the pedal, his performance could describe in only one word "Excellent". Not only four young pros but all the quest, the hotel's employees, everybody who was around that area was bewitched by Hikaru's music. No one said a word, they were just standing where they were, listening to the music. It looked like they were completely fell under his spell.
" It's called ' Blessing of God in Solitude' by Franzliszt." A cold freezing voice woke the pros from their dreams.
The owner of the voice was a guy around their age. He looked a few years older than Akira but he was younger than Isumi. With his shiny long silver hair and his icy blue eyes, it was clear that he was a foreigner. He was holding a big bouquet of Ayame but in the center of it, there was a bunch of Wisteria, a single bunch of pink Wisteria surrounded by violet Ayame.
It seemed that Hikaru heard that voice too. Then the music went soft….
" Bach, Chopin, Mozart, Beethoven…of all the greatest pianist, Why do I choose to play this song?" Still playing the piano, Hikaru asked himself.
" I don't know, why don't you tell me?" The stranger asked back.
" Because it's your favorite, Eyes," Hikaru stopped playing and turned back to face the new comer.
A/N : What a short chapter! Well…it's just an opening scene.
Ayame ( Japanese Iris)
In Japanese, Fujiwara means "Wisteria"