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Chapter 9 : 10 games in 5 days
Next morning, at the lobby
Kurata Atsushi was the most well-known and talented player among the 9-Dans players. Though he didn't look so smart, he was clever more than anyone would ever expect. He was also a strong player, you can't judge the book from the cover.
" Ne, Yashiro," he whispered quietly, " What happens between those two?" Something went wrong, he knew it. He knew he could count on his instinct, it was always correct, not to mentioned, the murderous intense air around the two legendary rivals.
" Have you ever watched Dawson's Creeks?" asked Yashiro.
" What?"
" Kurata-san, can I go home now?" Hikaru demanded, " We've already checked out, it's no use staying here," he said dryly.
" Err.."
" Bye, See you later at the association, Kurata-san," He turned around to speak to his tall friend, " Bye, Yashiro, call me sometimes, Okay?"
" Aaa," Shaking their hands, Yashiro promised.
" Bye," Not saying anything to his rival, Hikaru left.
" Kurata-san, I must excuse myself," After the other boy had already been out of his sight, Akira told his manager.
" What? You too?" Kurata exclaimed with disappointment, " I think we're gonna grab some ramen together!"
" I'm sorry, my father is waiting for me," Akira informed him calmly, " Goodbye, Yashiro-kun, see you again next year," Taking his bag, he quickly jogged to the entrance.
"……………."
"….So, Yashiro, it's you and me now," the fat pro grinned widely.
Hikaru's house,
" I'm home..ee," Hikaru song lifelessly.
" Hikaru, Welcome home," Mitsuko greeted her son with a smile, " Are you hungry?" She asked cheerfully, though she wanted to ask him about the tournament, her mother instinct told her not to, " Or do you want to take a bath first?"
" Nah," Taking off his shoes, the boy replied wearily, " I'll go to my room,"
" Okay, Dear,…Oh!" Mrs. Shindou suddenly remembered something, she went to the living room and came back with a white envelope in her hand, " It's for you,"
" From the association, huh?" Seeing the sender name, Hikaru opened and read it right away, " Maybe, it's my schedule for next week…What?"
" What is it? Hikaru," the mother got worried. Even if her son now had a job, he was still her baby, besides he was only 15! She had every right to be worried.
Before the Hokuto Cup has started, Hikaru had asked the scheduling department to rearrange and postpone all his matches so he would be able to concentrate on the tournament. The department had approved his request, now it was time to pay the price.
" Look at it! I've 2 games a day everyday from Monday to Friday!" He whined noisily, " 10 games in 5 days? Are they trying to kill me?"
" Well, err…" the poor mother hesitated. What should I say in this situation?
" I'm going to my room now," He said before he stomped upstairs with heavy footsteps.
/Bang/ Mitsuko heard the door slammed, not knowing what else she could do, she let out a deep sigh.
Hikaru's room,
Dropping his bag on the floor, Hikaru dived to his bed. Finally, I'm home. Checking his timetable again, he sighed in boredom. Not only I lost the game, now I've to work harder! " That sucks!"
Lying on his back with his arms spread-eagled, he stared at the ceiling and wondered. What about Touya? He's even busier than me… " Why do I have to worry about him anyway?"
It's not about Sai…
It's about us…
Us…
Our friendship…
Our trust…
I've waited for so long, too long…
" Maybe I should call him just to make sure that he reaches home safely," …No, better wait till he calms down…I'm not ready for another fight.
Akira's manor,
" I'm home," Akira song.
" Akira-san, Welcome back," Akiko greeted warmly, " How's the tournament? I hope you had a good time,"
"…….."
" Oh! This letter arrives today," She handed him the letter, " It's from the association,"
" Thank you, Mother," Akira smiled weakly, " Mother?"
" Yes? Akira-san,"
" Did someone call me?" Gazing at the phone, he asked awkwardly.
" No, Dear, I'm afraid not," She answered with a soft smile, " Do you expect a call?"
" No, Mother, I expect no one to call," He lied, " Thank you, I'll be in my room if you need me,"
Akira's room,
Sitting at his desk, Akira read the letter, " 2 matches a day, well, I knew it would be this way,"
………..
……….
" Maybe I should give him a call to check whether he…" No, he's still mad at me, I'm sure he is, what if he starts another argument… " I'll wait for your call, Shindou, call me whenever you like," he spoke to himself.
A/N : A short but meaningful chapter, isn't it?
kathy : "they really look like a married couple" To me, they are an unspoken married couple!
xiar : Akira vs Hikaru, whose side you're on?
Kagomegirl: I love the jealous Akira:)
Girlfrombelow : Yeah, poor Yashiro, always be in the middle ( in my fic).
Firehedgehog : Glad to know that you're not getting bored.