Hikaru
I never came clear to understanding your fate in me. It was a hopeless thing to teach a fool like me the game of God, but everyday you would beg me for a game. You were happy enough to play me and everyday you would teach me the game little by little. You guided my hands with your own useless ones. And, even with my countless errors and mistakes, you would stay by me where others had labeled me as hopeless.
You were always patient with my thousandths tantrums. I remember when you would just smile across from me as I tore up the board that displayed my horrible moves. Then, when I was finally too tired to continue, I would swear that I had felt your hands brushing through my hair. You comforted me with soothing words and soon the lids from my eyes would slowly close. My last images were always of you and my first images were always of you…even now that you're gone.
Sai, you have become immortal to me.
"Hikaru!"
The snarling voice broke my thought and I looked before me to find a very peeved face of Akari. She was waving here hands in a crazy manner and I tried to make out the words coming out of here mouth, but I had no such luck.
"Hikaru, do you understand the words coming out of mouth!" She seems enraged now; her foot is repeatedly tapping on the ground with an impatient air around her. Her face was strained with a terrible scowl as she asked, "Well?"
Taking a shot, I answered, "No?" Closing my eyes and flinching away from her, I expected the pain of a fisted hand connecting with my shoulders, but it never cane; instead she blew an exasperated sigh.
"Hikaru, you had no right to just barge into the room of the prince and demand a game just because I lost. Everyone knows that nobody would stand a chance against him. Jesus Christ! Prince Touya-sama is a Go prodigy and you—" I retracted away as she extended a finger toward me. "You had the nerve to barge into his room, steam headed as you are and babbling on and one at the way he treated me!"
"But-"
"Further more, you demanded a game from him thinking that you could actually beat him!"
"But-"
"You made a complete fool of yourself, Hikaru. You might be good enough to teach me, but you will never be good enough to play him at an even game."
"HEY! I can so beat him!"
"Hikaru, listen to me!" With an unmatched speed, she pulled me by the shoulders and forced my head to her face, stopping a mere inch. "Akira is a professional and he treated me like a professional. I expect you take my loss as a professional also and apologize to him."
"For what do I have to apologize for?" I asked, confused.
"For acting like a stupid child, so go!"
And with that last command, I went.
Akira
I heard the voice; the voice of an insufferable person that I both loathe and respect. I loathe him for his laidback nature, but still he manages to be good, no scratch that, he is wonderfully brilliant at the Game. I realize his genius after replaying the game over and over again in my clouded head during the break of dawn when sleep could not reach me. His attacks were not just carefully plotted, but frightening! The dangers he took to win left me gasping for required oxygen. Is he so confident to believe he could take such high risks and still manage to win? Yes, he did manage to take a win from me, but that was because I labeled him as retarded and inexperience. His nature threw me back; such a nature is not befitting for a person of such great aptitude in the Game!
"Prince! Prince!"
There goes that insufferable voice again. I spun my head toward it and there he was, waving his hand in a mad manner that made me crazy. He is not at all a dignified prince! From here, I could spot his robe and what a spectacle it is. It was drastically wet and mud stained the sunned robe. I waited, for what else must you do when ones yells your position so boisterously. Walking away was my ideal thought but of course that would prove his point more—that I'm a spoiled little brat—and so I waited.
He caught up, wheezing and I watch with amusement at his exhaustion. Yes, that might be wicked of me, but I wouldn't really care. I don't particularly like losing, especially from such a prince like him and I so, a grudge is still in place. I respect him, true, but loathing him is much more convenient for me right now.
"Prince"
Must he keep calling me Prince!
"Look, Shindou-san, I'm a prince, but stop calling me Prince." My voice was smooth and calm, but my head was screaming to strangle the poor fool. "It would be nice of you if you called me by my name."
"Sure, so, um….what is your name?"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! This….this being does not know my name! Is that in any way possible?
"It's Akira Touya." I answered, trying ever so disparately to keep my anger in check.
"All right, Akira-"
Akira? Is that proper? Can he call me that?
"Yes?"
"I'm here to um…to um…um…a…a…ap…apolo…apolo…" I watch him take a giant intake of breath. When done, he placed his hands on his hips and looked at me with the sternest of looks a boy has yet to give me. Taking another sigh, he continued, "Look, I'm here to apologize. Don't take this the wrong way because I believed in everything that I've said yesterday. I believe that you are a spoiled little brat and the meanest of all princes because you had the nerve to beat a poor girl in such a cruel matter, but I apologize."
"Pray tell then, what you are apologizing for?"
"I'm apologizing for my behavior. I shouldn't have yelled at you at such a matter, I could have told you the way of your cruel actions in a much calmer voice."
"That's so nice of you." I remarked as I walked away, ignoring his plea for forgiveness—if you can even call it as that. He, in my absolute surprise followed me; I thought he wanted to leave me as much as I want to leave him. Sighing, I waited for him to catch up for what else can the perfect Akira do? I'm so pathetic. Why can't I just run away from him? "Well, why are you following me?"
"You never accepted my apology," He replied.
"What apology?" I asked with a strained voice.
"What do you mean 'what apology', the apology that I've given you?"
Great, he's off yelling now. Those became the last words I heard clearly coming out of his mouth. What a pain he is. What a child he is, going off in a tantrum so easily. So, I walked and he babbled on in the lines of me being a spoiled little prince. What a wonderful walk that was. Note my sarcastic tone.
"Okay, now that I'm done with that, let's go riding!"
Wait! I heard that last part. Did he just invite me to go riding with him?Me? The person that he labeled as spoiled, the person he labeled as cruel. Did I hear right?
"Could you repeat that again?"
"So, with being spoiled, cruel, you're also deaf. How nice. More faults for the ever so perfect prince."
"Excuse me! Look, I'm not the one who labeled me perfect! I never said that I was perfect! You were the one who told me I'm perfect!"
He laughed at my shouted remark. "I guess you're not perfect. You just happen to be a fake, who pretends to be perfect; how shameful!"
"ARGH! You annoy me!" I was seconds to strangling him. The perfect prince might have to do murder just to close the mouth of this impudent kid. How sad, I thought I was going to be clean of blood even after my death, but the meeting of this kid might change that.
"Are you thinking of killing me?" he asked in what I think was in a teasing tone.
"So what if I am?" I answered back, truly serious in my reply. "You are annoying enough to kill."
He smiled at me and turn toward the sky—the reason escaped me to why. I expected that he would have made a comeback by clamoring on about how imperfect I am that I would do murder. "Well," I ask, "where's your remark?"
With his head still facing toward the sky, he answered, "You truly are perfect to have the will to take my existence away when I am too cowardly to do so." His voice became mad as he continued his speech. "Go on, do what you will with me! Stab me with any kind of device! There! Look, a branch! You, a genius, can easily turn one into a spear to pierce my chest. No! Do you murderous intent with a horse, trample me against their fierce hooves as they neigh their thunderous cry. What a sound to hear before my lights dim. And you, I will see you in all your glory, pulling the reins in a mad haste to 'save' me! And the servants too would see it and believe that you, you have climb on to the beast to have a chance to save my life. You will become a hero and I, I would finally receive peace!"
He turns toward me just to find my face pale, aghast by his words.
"No? Then let us not stop there. There are many ways to kill a fool like me, but you do not like that idea? Well, I have more, maybe in a more princely matter? Let's see? Poison! You need only to put a pinch of some deadly herbs on my soup during our regular feast and with your power bid the servants to give it to me. Then, as the poison starts its effect in my body, I would die as I hit the mats of my bed. Yes, to finally have the privilege to lie in bed without the worry of nightmares would be too wonderful."
Again, he turns to me and I only offered him my pale face.
"My ideas seem to not satisfy you enough; you're more gruesome and cruel than I ever thought possible. No matter! If you wish to destroy me in a harsh manner, do so."
"You accuse me of being imperfect and I can accept that, but never accuse me of being cruel. I can never be a person who can kill someone, whether I despise them or not; to kill oneself or be the killer is such a petty act, shameful and below my profession," I reply to his ghastly statements. "You are the selfish brat! Not I. Do you see me killing myself to end my pain! I, I live to please my parents and my kingdom; I live because I have to."
"What a prince you are! So, you think that I am below petty! That I have shame my own lineage! Well, so be it! Judge me as you see me because I am what I look to be; an impossible prince that shouldn't live. Yes, I want to kill myself to end my pain, but who would be hurt by such an act? Who! The only person who I believed would care is gone. So, if you judge it as selfish, call me selfish, but finish your oath to me and kill me."
"What oath!" I replied, "I never made such an oath! It was merely a joke one would make against an annoyance like you!"
"So, it was only a joke? How despicable you are, destroying my dream in a few seconds."
"Despicable? I find you despicable, a coward! Who bears such a dream?"
"A person who lives without existence, that's who!"
That was his answer and I replied with my own.
"If I give you a reason to exist, will you live, but if I don't in a year's time, I will kill you by my own hands."
"What a laugh you are, Prince Akira, but I agree. Let's bind our oath in blood."
That's how it started, my long quest to let him live.
Author's Note: How long has it been? Like forever, right? Well, I'm so very sorry. It's my fault, I've become lazy. Anyway, I hope you had enjoyed this new chapter in What He Wants. I found that it had bend into an interesting turn, even I would never thought it would turn out this way and I have only the books that I've recently read to thank. I'll try to continue this faster and with my Naruto fics, I'll try very, very hard to continue them too. Could you guys wait for a month for the Naruto fic because after two more weeks, I have Spring Break! I could work on Naruto is BACK! Okay, ja-ne!