Hi!

Okay, I just watched Ju-On (The Grudge, original movie), so I'm writing to lighten my mood, cause that was one scary movie. Not scary as in lots of monsters jumping out, but more a sneaking scary, with lots of ewwieness. I'm usually good with horror movies, and I think I'll get over it pretty fast, but that's gotta be the scariest movie I've ever seen. shivers

But don't worry, I'll be back to normal pretty soon! -Not phased by scary movies

Reviewers:

Mystic Light: You find me great? Aww, now I'm all warm and fuzzy inside. And that means… Massive glompage for you! Hope this is fast enough for you!

Sachi: You like the computer part? Thanks! I had so much fun writing it. I was afraid it would be too silly, though. And thank you for forgiving my evil cliffy-usage! I am not worthy of your praise, either. Hope this is soon enough for you!

Tinanit Enozym: Yeah, I know I'm evil. But I'm continuing! And I totally understand your love for this series. But just you wait! When they get older, there are… bishies galore! drools at the opening theme Fantasy. -is actually listening to that song now... Anyways, sorry for spoiling! I did have a warning, though. And your questions… Well, see if some of them are answered in this chapter.

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own HikaGo. Don't rub it in! And there is shounen-ai. And probably OOC-ness, too. Since I don't usually write fics and what I'm doing is pretty much just having fun with the charas. XD

But on to the story!

Chapter 3: Voices, pants and phone calls.

The first thing Hikaru noticed – apart from the voice saying "Hi!» of course – were the thick-soled black leather boots. They looked cool, yet incredibly heavy to walk in.

Those shoes must weigh a ton! Each! How can someone even walk with shoes like that! I have just realized how little I know of the world. Oh, yes, it is indeed a wondrous place, yet full of perils and…
Wait! Why the heck am I thinking like an old geezer?

Hikaru had just met his other inner voice. So now he had a feminist and an old geezer. If he had thought through this fact a bit, he probably would have shuddered at the thought of getting to know his other voices – if there were others, of course.

The next thing he noticed was the pants. Around the mentioned boots, they pooled quite loosely and nicely. Almost... Comfortable-looking. Then, as his gaze traveled upwards, he noticed how incredibly tight they were. He had seen an interview with a singer named Gackt once, and the tightness of these pants could match Gackt's. Which was scary, since the singer had mentioned from time to time how he didn't want his pants to rip at the seams.

But as much as Hikaru enjoyed that detour (1), he felt he needed to get back to eyeing his visitor's pants. Or rather, what was underneath them. Oh, the revealing tightness. He could trace every muscle with his eyes, and he felt blood rush to his head, threatening to also rush out of it, leaving through his nostrils.

Of course, that would have been rude to his guest; he hadn't even looked at the poor visitor's face yet. Not that Hikaru usually had the best of manners, but there are limits. Probably…

He let his eyes wander further up, and uttered a small squeak. Oh yes, very revealing tightness in those pants. And yes, his guest was very much male. Thoughts about how this guy seemed rather gifted in… certain areas fluttered through his mind before he could even realize it, much less react to and repress them.

Blood once again wanted to leave his head in a messy manner, so he quickly shifted his gaze upwards. And met…

What's the drumwhirl doing in my head!

Abs. Not just abs, but Abs, with capital A. Of course, object of scrutinizing was wearing clothes on his upper body as well; it was rather chilly outside, after all. But it seemed as if they were in a competition with the pants when it came to tightness. Hikaru wasn't sure which garment was winning the battle. He was too busy keeping his eyes in their sockets and his blood inside of him, where it was supposed to be.

At least the sweater seemed to be made of a more comfy material than the pants. And like the pants widened at the ankles, the sweater also widened at the arms, in a way that was…

…Strangely erotic…

Yes, Hikaru had met his third voice. The perv. He cursed inwardly, trying to shoo the evil, evil voices away.

Around the stranger's neck there was what seemed to be a… Hikaru squinted. A silver Go-stone on a leather string.

He could also see a purple ponytail - tightly bound at the guy's neck – peeking out from between his neck and shoulder(2).

"Hikaru?" the stranger said, and Hikaru immediately snapped his head up to meet the stranger's face. Except for the fact that it wasn't a stranger. Hikaru drew in a sharp breath.

"Sai!"

"Hikaru!" Sai smiled. He bent down, not noticing how Hikaru's face couldn't seem to decide if it should pale or blush as he did, and removed his shoes, at a speed that amazed his dazzled host.

Sai is back! And he has a real body! I mean, my mom could see him!

And not only a body, he's got a damn sexy one! Why on earth did he hide in those bulky clothes earlier?

Hikaru blushed as the pervy voice in his head ranted about Sai's choice of clothes. And yes, in case no one noticed, Hikaru was very much gay, which was why he didn't really find it too funny when Waya teased him with it.

But he was thrown out of his thoughts when Sai suddenly glomped him(3). He staggered, and his eyes fell on his mother.

She's been here the whole time! Oh shit. Ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit!

Hikaru paled visibly, panicked and then tried to run up the stairs to his room with Sai still attached.

"Hey Sai, let's talk more in my room, okay. It's comfier than here. Okay? Okay?" Yes, his panic was very evident.

Sai let go of him for a moment, to go get a bag by the door Hikaru hadn't noticed until now. And then they both went up to the room, leaving Hikaru's mom rather confused.

Those clothes were rather scandalous… She though. And I've never seen Hikaru with that guy before. Oh well, they seem to know each other, so who am I to protest?

And the clothes weren't only scandalous! Admit it, you enjoyed watching as well!

She blushed, and then tried her best to ignore that stupid inner voice of hers. Makes you wonder if hearing voices runs in the family.

And in a completely different place, it was dark. Nothing could be seen, or heard. No, wait! You could – if you listened closely – hear a munching sound. And, if you looked closer, a vast bowl of popcorn floated in this empty space. A screen showed a scene that – if you looked closely – appeared to be from the Earth. And then a gigantic hand came out of the dark emptiness, grabbed some popcorn, and a voice could be heard:


"Ah. This will be interesting…"

Back to Hikaru and Sai, they were now sitting in Hikaru's room, with a rather heavy silence settling over them.

"So… You're back," Hikaru said, hesitantly.

"Yes."

"And you have… your own body," Hikaru continued, trying to start a proper conversation.

"Yes." Sai was still answering in one-syllable words, while looking down.

"And… your clothes?" It was one of the things he was most curious about. Why those clothes? They are evil!

Sai looked up at him, tears brimming his eyes.

"Hikaru! Oh, it was awful! God was saying I couldn't wear my normal clothes, since everybody would be able to see me, so he gave me these things instead! He said they were perfect for my 'mission'"

Hikaru wondered briefly what sort of mission it could be, involving those clothes, but he brushed the thoughts away as Sai continued.

"My whole bag is full of similar clothes." He wrinkled his nose. "They're not very comfortable. They're tight and not very warm either. But anyway, I was sent to some sort of park, and I didn't have any money or anything, so I came here. Sorry about the late visit. It really was improper, but all sorts of people were staring at me, so I really couldn't stay outside. Some of them even smirked! And then there was this scary old guy who wanted me to go to a hotel with him."

Hikaru choked, and turned beet-red.

"Huh? You understood that? Why did he want me to follow him to a hotel? It's not like I knew him or anything. Nee, Hikaru!"

Hikaru spluttered, and tried to come with a coherent reply.

"That's cause... uh... I.. eer… Ah, don't worry about it, 'kay? He was just a weird old man. Just don't agree to anything like that."

"Okay... But why were people staring? What's wrong with my clothes? God said such clothes would be better than my other clothes in this age!"

Hikaru seriously wanted to die instead of answering these questions. Sai really was innocent and clueless for being several hundred years old.

"It's not the clothes' fault, it's because of… uum… how... well, good you look in them."

Sai looked at him as if he had sprouted an extra head, and Hikaru blushed furiously.

"You see… you... erm… kinda look like… a pop star or something… eheh heh heh..." He rubbed his head.

"I see…" Sai said, although it was pretty obvious that he didn't.

"But anyway, I talked to Waya earlier today, and he really wanted to meet you… So maybe I could ask him over? I'll bet he's still awake." That was the only topic-changer Hikaru came up with, even though he really wanted to be alone with Sai for now…

Sai looked at Hikaru's expectant face, and sighed inwardly. He didn't really want anyone to steal from his time with the boy, but if Hikaru wanted anything, Sai would probably have gone to the moon to get it.

Oh, well. At least he said that I looked good. A small sentence for him, but a great jump for my heart.

…Yes, Sai grew up in an age when nobody talked about things being 'cheesy' or 'cliché', so he didn't really react at his own thought.

"...Of course…" he said, and smiled gently at Hikaru.

Yet again in a completely different place, Waya was sitting by a Go-board, trying to practice. But he was actually paying more attention to his phone than the board. He was thinking about Hikaru's earlier call, and how his friend had hung up the minute he started to ask questions.

Damn that Hikaru! He probably did it on purpose, to make me more curious, the bastard! He's an even worse sadist than I am.

Of course, he didn't know that his friend had had no such intentions.

Who is this 'Sai'? Is it the Sai? The genius player from the Net? Or someone else completely?

I HAVE TOO MANY QUESTIONS! ARGH!

Like if he's really gay… It truly would be a shame if he weren't.

Gah! Where'd that come from?

Waya blushed, but realized that he actually agreed with the voice, much to his own mortification. He wasn't one to lie to himself, but he didn't have to like the truth.

He sighed, and tried to turn back to the board, but every now and then, his eyes would dart to the phone. Damn, I wish he would call again…

And then the phone did ring, making Waya jump, almost hitting his head on the roof in a painful manner.

"Hey, Waya, it's me."

Hikaru!

"I was wondering if you'd like to come over and meet Sai…"

Waya didn't hear the rest; he was already at the door, with jacket and shoes on.

Yay! Another chapter done! Hope this was fast enough for you all!

(1)He didn't really enjoy that detour. I did. XDXD And if you don't know Gackt, then shame on you! Go download the live concert cut from Vanilla or U+K, or one of the Utaban-interviews (like "Hidden Meat"), and you'll see what type of pants I'm talking about. On another note, he is an amazing singer, and I love his songs! Listens to Last Song and cries

(2)Yes, I checked this in the mirror. I didn't really think you could see a pony-tail from the front if it was tied tightly at the nape of someone's neck, but if the person tilts his or her head just a little, you can see a bit of the pony-tail between the neck and shoulder. Honest!

(3)Please tell me that you know glomps. And in case you don't, it's an…. Enthusiastic hug, to put it like that.

A friend told me that we all have some 200-odd personalities, so I got the idea of torturing Hikaru with some voices… XD Of course, it could be that our poor little Go-player is just a nutter.

Also, please forgive my blasphemous ways… I just thought it'd be a little funny ;

Oh, and the pants in the title aren't referring to moaning pants, but the garment. Just had to say, in case there are other people as pervy as me out there. grins