Dreaming

Disclaimer: Not mine. Original lyrics, though.
Rating: K+
Summary: Maybe we're both dreaming... Follow-up/epilogue to "Original". IsumiWaya. Fluff!

Maybe I'm dreaming,
but 'til morning light,
I'll keep on dreaming,
holding you tight.

On the last day of the pro exams, Isumi excused himself from the post-exam congratulations and interviews as quickly as was polite. He'd passed, but it wasn't the press or other players around that he wanted to spend the time with. Catching a bus, he arrived fifteen minutes later at an apartment building that looked like any other.

Waya opened his door to find Isumi at his doorstep, wearing a brilliant smile. Information immediately filtered through his mind: today was last day of the pro exams, and Isumi hadn't lost a single game yet, he was aiming for a perfect record...

"You won..." Questioning, but fully expecting a yes.

"Perfect record." Smile.

A split second later, Isumi found himself the victim of a massive glomp. Waya practically tackled him in his excitement. And was it his imagination, or did Waya just brush a light kiss on his cheek? The new pro felt himself quiver slightly on the inside as Waya hugged him tightly. He hugged his friend back.

Isumi allowed himself a moment just to enjoy being this close to Waya. He knew it wouldn't last. Soon, Waya would let go and drag him inside, bouncing around and looking for snacks and asking him to play a game or just chat. It would be back to good old friendship. Nothing like this...not the intimacy he was sensing...even if it was just onesided on his part.

Or so he thought.

After at least thirty seconds, Isumi realized that Waya's arms were still very much firmly wrapped around him, and it didn't seem as though he was planning on letting go anytime soon. Isumi's own heart was beating faster than usual, but past that, he dimly felt Waya's pulse racing as well.

Isumi Shinichiro was a patient young man, with good sense and judgement, but just then the moment swept him up. It wasn't exactly a daily occurrence, that he found himself in his best friend's arms, holding tight to each other. And contrary to popular opinion, "patient" and "sensible" didn't cut it when fate presented such tempting chances.

Just as Waya finally started to let go of him, Isumi leaned forward...and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He'd meant for a real kiss, but he was trembling with anticipation, and his vision suddenly became cloudy.

Waya froze for about two seconds. Then he stepped back, releasing Isumi, and quickly turned to walk into the apartment; but not too quick for Isumi to catch the blush creeping over his cheeks, or to notice the tremor in his voice as he said, "Come on in."

Isumi could only follow him inside, shutting the door behind him. But he wasn't about to let this moment slip away. He'd never been this emotionally certain before, or this mentally prepared; even after all these years of knowing Waya, it wasn't until a minute ago that Isumi fully realized why his heart always fluttered whenever they were together.

"Waya." He caught Waya's arm as the other turned away, the blush still flushing his cheeks. "Wait."

He could feel Waya trembling. Isumi stepped closer, and gently turned him so they faced each other. Waya was definitely blushing, but there was a hopeful light in his eyes that gave Isumi all the prompting he needed.

Before either of them could pull away or say anything else, he leaned down and kissed Waya.

Waya had been half-asleep when the doorbell rang, and right now, he wasn't sure if he was awake or dreaming.

For a long time Waya had known that Isumi's passion for go was rivaled by nothing else. He understood that, because it was the same way for him. Waya knew that if he ever found his significant other, that love couldn't replace the love for go that came first in his life, the same as many other players.

Still, that didn't change the fact that right now, all thoughts of "love comes second to go" were wiped clean from his mind.

He'd suspected, he's hoped...but never did he dream it would actually become reality. Not like this. This was Isumi holding him close, this was kissing the one his heart had claimed, this was feeling his heart overflowing. This was like a dream.

But there could be no doubt. There was no mistake, no "if only" or "maybe." There was no way he could mistake it in the passionate kiss, in the sheer intensity of the moment.

"I must be dreaming..." He said it aloud, as much to himself as anything. It felt so...heavenly, just leaning against Isumi, lost in the euphoria immediately following his first kiss. "Am I dreaming?"

"Maybe," he heard Isumi whisper, close to his ear. "Maybe we're both dreaming. Just as long as we don't wake up, I'll cherish every moment I have. "

Waya's fingers instinctively gripped Isumi's shirt tighter, holding him closer, reassuring himself in the feel of his solid presence.

"I love you."

Unapologetic fluff! Heh heh, don't say I didn't warn you. :)