Sometimes
part two
Part two: Waya Yoshitaka was impulsive, but he wasn't an idiot. Still, he'll thank whatever impulsive it was that made him act that evening. Twopart drabble, IsumiWaya. COMPLETE
Waya barely knew what happened.
Honestly. He might have a reputation for his short patience and impulsive manner, but Waya Yoshitaka wasn't an idiot. He was one of the top insei, a formidable foe who would never admit to defeat until it was staring him in the face. And even then, he would keep struggling. Maybe it was that part of him that caused this evening's scenario, his strong-willed determination, and unwillingness to believe anything until it had been explicitly proven.
Waya sometimes wondered what his life would be like without Isumi-san. Ever since he'd stepped into that classroom years ago, Waya had known that there was something there, something that promised to alter his life. Their friendship was hesitant at first, but soon it grew into a strong bond that had them spending every free Saturday together, playing go or just wandering around downtown. Waya loved those days, because he could be close to his friend without a goban or ranking acting as a wall between them. And simply because he could be with Isumi-san.
He didn't know when that invisible boundary line had been crossed, didn't know what day it was when suddenly, he wanted more than just friendship. Most people are blind like that, blind to these stumbling blocks in their road of life. Waya wasn't an exception. There must have been signs, flashing neon signs, that indicated this, but he never saw them. All he knew was that one day, as he watched Isumi-san explaining a difficult counter to Iijima, Waya realized he loved the older insei.
Nothing happened, directly after that, of course. Impulsive and temperamental he might be, but Waya wasn't a fool. Isumi-san was the very image of a proper young man, brought up in a traditional family, expected to live a proper life. Waya never dared to wonder if Isumi-san was any less straight than the lines on a goban.
Still, he wasn't forbidden to daydream, right?
Waya often found himself musing what it would be like if instead of just walking side-by-side with Isumi-san, he actually reached out and took his hand. He would watch Isumi-san playing during their insei sessions, and wonder what it would feel like to run his hand through that thick, well-combed hair. He wondered how it would feel to draw him close, lean closer, and kiss him...
His daydreams were many, but Waya never spent too much time pondering Isumi-san's reaction, because frankly, he was afraid of heartbreak. He wasn't strong, not the way he pretended to be with his boisterous and devil-may-care attitude. No, Waya's heart was fragile, and once shattered, he wouldn't know how to heal himself.
So he acted normally, and daydreamed. He locked himself away in his thoughts when there was silence between he and Isumi-san, during any of their times together. He figured if his daydreams would keep him sane from this longing in his heart, then it would also keep him from doing anything stupid and would regret later.
Don't stare, he'd reprimand himself. Think of something else.
But what else could he think of when Isumi-san stood less than two feet away, and they were the only people in the lobby of the institution building? It was driving him insane, and the only refuge Waya could fall back on was his imagination. In his mind, he stepped closer to Isumi-san, and as the other glanced at him, he took the opportunity, and kissed him. His lips were soft, and Waya wrapped his arm around Isumi's waist, drawing him closer...
Except, as the warmth on his lips suddenly exploded on Waya's hazy mind, he suddenly realized that it wasn't just imagination. The solid presence he felt wasn't a figment conjured by his mind -- it was Isumi-san, and... Oh, kami-sama!
Waya froze, feeling as though a bus had just run him over. He wished a bus had just run him over, because then he wouldn't have to be here, subject to his own stupid actions. What was Isumi-san going to think of him? What was he going to do?
However, the forces that controlled his life must have been kind, Waya later mused, because just as he was about to faint or bolt from terror, Isumi suddenly leaned closer -- and deepened the kiss.
Now, Waya thought he was going to faint from the surprise. His dreams had just turned to reality, and Isumi-san wasn't rejecting him, if the passion of the kiss was any judge. His heart fluttered, and the painful anxiety knotting his stomach melted away.
To hell with the fact that this was a public building, or that his parents were going to yell at him for being so late. Right now, he just wanted to hold onto this moment forever.
Though, something told Waya that there would be more moments like this in the future, because as Isumi-san finally broke the kiss, Waya heard him whisper, softly,
"Aishiteru."
Miracles did exist, after all.
fin
Finished! Thanks to all you guys who reviewed, your commentsreally encouraged me!