A/N: Odd. Didn't expect too many reviews but oh well. I got a fair amount. I got some nice comments. My thanks are here.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Hikaru no Go…Just my crazy ideas….
Akari sighed. A new house, a new school, and she had to make new friends. Just great. The sixteen year old looked at her mirror (the one that had just been out of the moving box) and frowned at what she saw.
A rosy cheeked, bright eyed, and with lovely locks kind of girl is what other people would say. To tell the truth, Fujisaki Akari was very pretty, beautiful even.
With her long chestnut brown hair, sparkling golden eyes, yada yada.
Akari didn't think so.
She thought her eyes looked hideous and her childish pigtail like hairstyle was even more hideous. She complained of her figure (even though most guys lusted over it and girls envied over it) and was constantly watching what she ate.
It was a true fact.
Fujisaki Akari had no self-confidence whatsoever. That's why her parents and sister Mirumi hoped that this move would help her build up self esteem. They hoped anyway.
Akari sighed at her reflection and pulled at one of her long pigtails. What am ,I eight? I've had these silly things since forever.
She sighed once more and turned to her window when she saw a pair of lovely emerald eyes staring back at her.
Golden eyes blinked.
Emerald blinked back.
"AAIIEEEEEE!"
Hikaru groaned in frustration. He had just watched his best friend drive away and for the past few hours he had been doing nothing but lying on his bed facing the ceiling.
Like the ceiling will talk to me anyway. He thought bitterly throwing one of his pillows at the poor ceiling.
Tsk, tsk. What did the ceiling ever do to you? A little voice in his head chided at him.
Hikaru felt his face grow hot. "Now I hear little people inside my head? ARGH!" he yelled out in anger slamming his fist into the wall.
Down in the kitchen Mrs. Shindo winced at her son's anger and sighed. The boy had just lost his best friend. She couldn't blame him for feeling angry at the world. Or at the ceiling for that matter.
"Hikaru!" she called upstairs (A/N: I forgot to mention that Akari and Hikaru's houses are both upstairs houses.)
He didn't answer.
"Hikaru!" she yelled again getting just a wee bit angry. Still no answer.
"HIKARU SHINDO!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She waited tapping her foot impatiently.
She watched her son come sluggishly down the stairs, his blond bangs over his normally happy green eyes. It was a pitiful sight, a very pitiful sight.
"Oh Hikaru," she said sadly giving him a sympathetic glance as he sat on a chair and pulled it up to the table. He grunted in reply and began to pour a bowl of cereal. She rolled her eyes. It was noon—and he was eating breakfast. What a wonderful way to start out the weekend.
"You know school is starting soon…" his mother began picking up the newspaper she was reading. Hikaru looked up from his bowl of cereal.
"So?" he muttered between his chewing. Mrs. Shindo sighed in exasperation.
"For goodness sake Hikaru. Don't talk with your mouth full!" she scolded. He was sixteen for heaven's sake—sixteen! "And you are planning to go to school this year, right?" she asked dangerously her eyebrows raised.
" 'Course Mum," he mumbled wiping his mouth with his sleeve and getting up.
"Where do you think you're going young man?"
"To the neighbor's house," he countered casually, "Let's see what kind of people are living in Akira's house."
Hikaru walked over next door, ignoring the twinge in his heart, and peered through the window. He saw the kitchen and many boxes. Boring. He looked up to Akira's room. I'll just climb the tree and see who's taking over his room…
He swiftly climbed up the cherry blossom tree (A/N: What time of year to cherry blossoms bloom? I think it's spring but my friend insists it's summer… I'm not sure…) and peered through the window. What he saw startled and shocked him.
A lovely girl around his age was sitting at a mirror glaring at her reflection. He couldn't see her face but she was really pretty—hot even!
STOP IT HIKARU! NO MORE PERVERTED THOUGHTS! DAMMIT!
He growled. Then in a sudden moment of unluckiness, the girl turned to face the window. Crap. Then meant she got a clear view of him. Double crap.
His green eyes met her golden ones. Whoa, her eyes are really pretty—never seen golden eyes before…Wow she's kind of cute…
After that magical moment the girl screamed.
"AAIIEEEE!"
The sudden shriek caught Hikaru off guard and caused him to lose his balance on the branch he was sitting on and he fell off with a great "oomph!"
Akari gasped when she saw the boy fall face down to the ground. She put her hands to her mouth.
"Oh damn it all…" she swore under her breath opening her window and reaching for the branch. She skillfully climbed down the tree and squatted next to the unconscious boy.
"Hey…" She poked him on the back. "You all right?" She continued to poke him for several minutes until…
"OW! Geez, woman enough with the poking!" the boy snapped though his voice was muffled since his face was flat on the floor. Akari put her hands on her hips.
"Well sorry for caring!" she snapped back at him. He lifted himself off the ground allowing her to get a clear view of the peeping tom.
"Why were you spying on me?" she demanded glaring accusingly at him. The boy rubbed his neck sheepishly.
"Well…you see…it's a funny story actually…"
Akari groaned and noticed a gash on the boy's cheek, "Oh my gosh, you're bleeding!"
"Eh?" He lifted a hand to touch his cheek. She quickly got up.
"I'll be right back! Stay here," she told him sternly before running into the house.
Hikaru was fuming. The nerve of that damn woman and her freaking right to order me! Oh that girl messed with the wrong guy.
"Stupid girl thinks she can boss me around…" Hikaru muttered wincing when he spoke for it hurt his cheek.
He heard footsteps rushing back to him. "I'm back," the girl called out. In her arms lay bandages and some ointment.
"I can see that," he muttered sarcastically. The girl frowned at him before grabbing the ointment and applying it to the bleeding cut.
"Ow, ow, ow! Damn woman, that hurts!"
She huffed, "My name is not woman! It's Fujisaki, Fujisaki Akari!"
Hikaru rolled his eyes, "Well, since we're introducing each other, I'm Shindo Hikaru. And you're hurting my cheek!"
Akari sighed, "It's your fault for peering at my window like a pervert!" she snapped at him.
"Hey, I wasn't being perverted! I just wanted to see who the hell was taking over my buddy Akira's room! That's all!"
Akari looked suspiciously at him but decided to leave it. She finished putting the ointment on then quickly put the bandage on.
"You're all done!" she said cheerfully standing up. Hikaru got up as well and touched his cheek.
"Hey it doesn't hurt anymore! Thanks Fujisaki, maybe you should be a nurse!" He started towards his house.
"Wait! Where do you live?" Akari asked concerned that he might have to walk a long way. He raised his eyebrows at her then pointed that the house next to hers.
"Oh…"
She gulped. As she watched Shindo go into his house she sank to the ground and put her head in her hands.
"I need some aspirin…"
A/N: Ta da! Another wonderful chapter of this great story! …. Don't worry I'm just being sarcastic. I know the whole thing seems kinda pointless right now but down worry all my stories start out pointless. It will get better. In the meantime please review! Your encouragement helps!