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Chapter 3 : The fan

What? " What?" What's Sai? Who is Sai? Is someone else here? I looked around, there was nobody else but the two of us.

" It's you, silly," Hikaru pointed at my forehead.

" Eh?" I didn't get it. What's he talking about?

" Sai, From now on I'll call you ' Sai'," he declared.

" Sai?" I repeated my name softly.

" Yes," he strongly confirmed.

" Sai," I whispered the name silently.

" Don't you like it?" he looked a little worried.

" No! No! I love it!" Suddenly I shouted out loud.

" Great, Nice to meet you, Sai," he reached out his hand again.

" Nice too meet you too, Hikaru," Shaking our hands, I greeted him lively. At that second, I knew I meant to be here…with him…together forever.

Then I started walking again but this time it was different. This time I wasn't alone, this time I had Hikaru. I wasn't scared anymore. With him by my side, if we were together, everything would be fine.

We kept searching for the way out but there was no sign of it. Out of the blue, I remembered something.

" Ne," I called him.

" Hmm?"

" Why did you cry?" I had been so shocked back then, I had totally forgotten to ask him that. He abruptly stopped walking and remained in silent.

" Hikaru?" I worried. I thought I just hit a touchy subject.

" …I did something bad to my friend," he desperately fought back the tears.

" Hikaru,"

" I…I just wanted to play Go with him," Telling me painfully, his tears began to run down his face. We decided to sit down as he narrated his story and about the boy named Touya Akira. He told me the whole thing ; how they met, the game they played together, how Hikaru beat him and how Touya reacted after losing to him.

" I..I..I didn't mean to..hur.. hurt him," he wept despairingly, " He's my..fri.. friend but I..I ," he burst out into tears.

" Hikaru! It's not your fault! You're a better player, That's all! You're a genius! Isn't that great?" I tried to cheer him up.

" Then I don't want to be a genius anymore!" he exploded furiously. Out of no where, an elegant black fan appeared in his right hand.

Where is this fan come from? I'm sure that he didn't hold anything when we met! Before I could say a word, he shouted wrathfully.

" I don't want it anymore! I don't want to be a genius!" he hurled the fan toward but…

" What the! How!" he exclaimed in disbelief when he looked at his hand and the fan was still in it. I didn't know how this could happen. I swore that I saw the fan flied into the darkness.

He threw it away violently with all his force but the fan still existed in his hand. I watched as he continued throwing, throwing and throwing…10…20…40 times I didn't know but he couldn't get rid of it, the fan kept emerging from the emptiness. It was still there… in his hand.

" Arrz!" Losing all his energy and his hope, he despairingly fell down on his hands and knees, he bent down his head to the floor, " Why! Why! Why!" he cried his eyes out, " Why, God, why…" he whimpered mournfully.

I didn't know why but seeing him crying in sorrow like this…I didn't know how to explain it. It was like my heart was stabbed with a knife. I had never felt like this before but I did know that I didn't like it a bit. All I wanted was to see Hikaru to be happy again.

I don't want him to cry, I'll do anything for you, Hikaru, Please, Don't be sad, I'll do anything, anything.

" Why this stupid fan still comes back!" Waking me up from my world, he hollered heatedly and sadly.

What if… I approached near him. I slowly placed my arm around his shoulder. I smiled kindly as I delicately took the cursed fan from him.

A/N : I bet you know what the black fan represents for.

Ahhh, after 2 long days that I can't log in...so I give you 2 chapter in a row today.