Title: What He Wants

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in the story so far. Akira Touya is not mine nor is Hikaru Shindou, nor Waya (What's his last name?), but the plot is mine. Well, don't sue or nothing like that, HnG belongs to everybody like it should be. Enjoy the fic everyone!!

Chapter Three: A Prince's Day

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The sun was waning and soon the moon would overtake it; the first day of the tournament had past and gone, but thoughts of it still lingered to the mind of the players. One teen was clouded very strongly by this tournament, making it the cause of his sleepless night. His head rested on a pillow, eyes staring at the ceiling, unmoving. He stayed like this for what seemed forever to him, recalling the day.

-The mind we would barging into would be the young prince, Touya Akira-

Akira's POV

The ceiling became the favorite spot for my staring problem. First, it had been closet, then to the mirror, then to the goban, but in the end, I preferred the ceiling. It wasn't interesting, really, but I couldn't find anything better to do and sleep was out of the question. The events of the day flew across my mind like bullets and still I couldn't figure it out....how could he had won?

Flashback

I woke up with a fresh mind. My roommate was already gone as I wiped the dust out of my eyes and accidentally strayed into the path of his bed. His blanket was carefully folded, placed on top of his pillows.

I wondered what time it was. Was I late for the tournament? I shook my head at the absurdity of my thoughts and smiled; they would never start the tournament without me.

After accomplishing the daily routines of dressing and bathing, I clambered toward the tournament. As I open the door of my room, the body of a person fell hard inside my floor. He gave hard gasps, his face was flushed from heat. I had knelt down and outstretched my hand on his forehead, but snatched it away at the moment of contact; it was incredible hot. At a closer look, I noticed him from the guy boarding across from my room; the one who hated Go.

I should just kick him out with the way he had treated me yesterday; he was awfully rude, but then, maybe I was rude, too? Helping would be the right thing to do, but then, I don't feel like doing the right thing right now. I'm still pretty moody from yesterday. Father wouldn't care what I would do in this situation, but....Mother would want me to help. Well, I guess I'm helping then.

I heaved him out off the floor and dragged him toward my bed; thoughts of dropping him along the way occurred at the back of my mind. As soon as I had placed him on my bed, I rushed to get a basin of water and a towel. I had learn this when I was sick with the fever and Mother had nursed me. I dipped the towel into the water and it was soon placed on his burning forehead.

"What are you doing?" Surprised at the voice, I jumped, startled; the kid was conscious.

"I'm nursing you, what does it look like?" I grumbled as I took away the towel from his forehead and dipped it once again on the cool water. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. How did you get a fever anyway. Yesterday, you look fine to me."

"What I do with myself is none of your business, prince," Hikaru made an effort to stand up, but a hand pushed him back.

"Look, if you hate me, fine, I don't have anything to say to that," I stood off to refill the empty basin, "but I'm not such a heartless person that I would leave a sick person out in the cold. But remember, I'm not helping because I want to, I'm helping because I need to."

"I get it, you need to keep your Mr. Perfect act."

"I'm not as perfect as you would think, kid." I was irritated at his image of me and I grinded my teeth out of it.

"Please I didn't say you were perfect. I think you, prince, would need the most improvement out of this whole kingdom."

I strained a smile and I took away the towel, placing in once again on the basin. "Is that so?" I slapped back on the towel, hoping it had hurt me in a way. "Well, amuse me, and tell me how." I had made to sound sarcastic, but I guess he had taken no notice of it.

"First of all, your hair is too long."

What?! My hair?! What was wrong with my hair? I like my hair!

"You look like a girl and I wouldn't be surprise if you act like one" I watched him laugh with his own remark; in my frustration, I took the towel out of his forehead and slapped it back on with an extra effort. "Hey, that stings, you jerk. I'm sick here, you know."

"Is that my fault." I smiled as I watched him scowl; there was something extremely funny making him angry. "Well, continue with your critique of me."

"Fine, there is also the fact that you're a total snob."

"I am not a snob!"

"You think just because your the sole heir of the kingdom of Aires, you could do anything you want."

"That's because I can," I answered.

"See?! Snob and spoiled."

"And you're not?" I crossed my arms in anger, raising my brow in question.

"No, I'm not. I know by fact that I can't get everything I want and I ain't forcing others to spend their entire lives to get it for me, unlike what I suspect you would do."

"Humph! That may be because you can't get them with your low status," I remarked as I took once again the towel out of his forehead. "Aires is the largest kingdom anywhere and I, Akira, is the sole heir. I will never be below anyone, excluding Father and Mother of course, but you are like a mere commoner to me."

I watched him laugh at my remark and it soon became clear to me that he was not like the many others who answers to my every whim. So, in curiosity, I asked him, "Do you believe that you are higher than me?"

"In rank, of course not, as you had said, you are the sole heir of the prosperous kingdom, Aires." I smiled at his answer, satisfied. "But as a human being, yes, I am higher than you." My face became cherry at his final response.

"You pig headed fool!" I burst at his remark, "How can you be a better person than me!? I am the prince of Aires; the one everyone wants to be! I am the most sought out husband throughout this land. People would die to be me! How can you be higher than me in anything!?"

"Because Akira, nobody wants to be you. They want to have your life, you wealth, but they would never want to be like you." He slowly closes his eyes, "You're becoming out of character, prince. You have an act to hold; you are the cold prince of Aries and nothing is suppose to deter you, especially not a mere prince with low standings."

I could hear his voice mocking me and I growled for he was right. He had the ability to break my perfect facade as the emotionless prince; he had broken through my wall and turn loose a beast that I had tried to hide from the world. He had turned lose my rage and to my surprise, I was excited.

Would he be able to tame my beast? Well, things will happen as fate decides, but now, I really need to go to the tournament.

When I had opened the door to the tournament, I found all eyes on me and I blushed because of it; it wasn't because of the attention, but because I knew by fact that they have been waiting for me for quite a long time. I strayed a look toward my Father and found, surprisingly a smile. Why would he be smiling? I know he believes in promptness. Shrugging, I had bowed out an apology and walked off toward my Father.

"Well, since our prince is here, please, let us begin the tournament. I hope that you all have received you opponent's name, but if you didn't, please come forward and I'll take care of it." Father spoke with a clarity fit for the King that he is and I watched him like the son that praised his father. Nobody had came forward and I watched them all began their game, except for a young woman who timidly approached me.

"Um," I watched her blush as she looked up toward my eyes, "I'm Akari and I'll.....I'll be your opponent today." She outstretched her arms for us to shake and reluctantly I did. I smiled and waved her into my private room, where a goban awaits.

She doesn't look much like a worthy opponent for me to play, but I guess I have to; it is the rule of the tournament. I made a peek from behind me to speculate her. She's quite pretty, I guess, but I've seen others as pretty as her; .....it would be fun to ruin her spirit. A defeat short of five minutes should be enough to do it.

I smiled, as I wiped away the curtain of velvet and stepped through it. It was a spacious room, enough to hold around four people and a goban. I walked around it and soon I found myself playing a game. A minute at it, I became thoroughly bored; her moves lacked the strength of an expert Go player. All her moves were lifeless; she was merely playing another game and Go is anything but another game.

Four more minutes and I had her cowering before me; she stood motionless as she looked at her defeat. I had been extremely harsh with her and maybe to the others point of view, too harsh for a mere amateur, but today I was not in the mood to be play the soft spoken prince who believes that everyone can play Go if they try hard enough; I actually do not believe in such a thing.

Go was made to be played by the gods and only a chosen few of us mortals can ever play like them. Go was something you can't learn; Go was a game of passion. It is true that we can be easily taught the basics of Go, but to go farther, you need to exceed at the fact that Go is a mere game. Go must be your entire life and this girl before knew nothing of it.

"I.....resigned."

"That is quite intelligent of you," I answered back as I stood up and made my leave; the poor girl feel lifelessly down on the goban, strewing the stones out of their place. Water had started to cascade down the wooden piece and I was surprise that such a loss to me affected her so much. Did she actually believe that she could have beaten me?

I was startled out of my thoughts as muffled laughter reached my ears. I pivoted myself and found that it was the girl's doing. Her voice was incomprehensible, but some words I made out easily.

"I'm such a fool.....I thought....do something.....help him.....he needs someone....me.....but the game.....I can't.....not good enough...." Soon I found myself staring at a zombie like creature as she stood up with fluid grace. She had wiped the tears out her eyes and smiled at me; she bowed.

"I'm sorry for the water show," She laughed and rushed toward me; I was too shock at her forwardness to do much of anything, "It just shock me that I would never be the one who would help him. Prince," she removed me from her tight embrace and curtsied, "please, if you have any heart at all, help him because you might be the only one who could." Then, without a second word, she fled out of my sight.

What just happen here?

After a half an hour, I had finally clambered out of my sit and trudged out of the room into where the stronger Go players still played their game. I made a slight bow to my Father, who watched the games with merriment before making an exit of my own.

I reached my destination in record time and opened the door in a slow matter. I looked toward the bed and found it perfectly made.

I guess he got better.

As I decided to have another round of sleep, the door behind me slammed with extreme momentum and pivoted myself toward it. In my line of sight was the young man that had recently stayed on my bed with the face redder than before.

Please, don't tell me he got sicker.

"Hey! You stupid prince!"

"Are you perhaps talking to me?!" I watched him stomped mere inches away from me.

"Yes, prince, I'm talking to you!" I stepped back an inch as a protruding finger stabbed at me at the shoulder. "What you did to Akari was cruel and inhuman. You had no right to beat her so horribly. You gave her no chance; she is a mere amateur and you, the heartless prince that you are didn't see fit to give her a chance! You destroyed her in no more than five minutes; she started enjoying the stupid game and you couldn't even see that?!"

"And how would a guy who despise Go know when someone actually loves the game?!" I retorted back just as fiercely. "You have no right to yell at me as such! You have no idea what Go is!"

"Go is a game, just a mere game, Prince, there is more in life than Go!" Hikaru walked toward the prince's goban, "but in revenge of what you did, let us play a game." He waved across from him. "Please sit and I'll beat you as horribly as you had beaten her."

I tried to control my laughter at what he had said, but failed as I belted out hysterically. "You actually believe that you can beat me?!" I knew I sounded mocking and I didn't care. What he had just proposed was extremely funny to me.

"What? Afraid that I might beat you." I was struck at his words, and gave a glare toward him. Straightening my outfit I made to defeat him mercilessly.

"If you want to get beaten just like your friend, you just need to ask because I'll be glad to." I watched him smirk at my words and I grinded my teeth because of it. "How many stones do you want for your handicap?"

"You should take me more seriously, prince."

The game was a slaughter that I did not expected. Ten minutes out of the game and I knew I was a fool to even give me the opportunity of having a handicap. I couldn't save the stones on my left and he was gaining enough territory to win with over 10 moku.

"You should resigned," My head rushed up and glowered at him, expecting a mocking face, but all I could see was a player who knew exactly the seriousness of the game. "You would be a fool if you continued."

"Then, let me be a fool."

End of Flashback

I really shouldn't act life this; it was just one defeat. I'll play him once again and I'll beat him this time.

In my boredom I clambered out of bed and walked into the closed balcony, opening it in silence. The wind rushed at my face, piercing it. I shivered as the cold air surrounded my form as I walked closer to the railings of the balcony. My eyes wandered out into the garden at my left and a moving figure caught my eyes.

At first glance, I thought it to be an animal of some sort, but then, I realized it was a person. He moved through the garden as if a transparent ghost, wandering the land searching for someone.....maybe someone special. I watched the person for half an hour until my entire body became numb from the cold.

He'll get sick if he keeps this up all night..........

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A/N: Well, that's about it. Akari is now in the picture, so in counting we have three teens in our story right now. This took forever for me to update and I'm extremely sad at the way my other stories are progressing, especially my Naruto fics. (sigh) Anyway, please review and tell me what you think of my fic so far; I'm wondering if I should redo my first chapter or was it the prologue? Well, anyway, REVIEW EVERYONE!!! It's the only thing that keeps me cheered up. Sayonara!