Ashes doesn't own Hikaru no Go.
Go was the perfect game for Akira – everyone knew that, but no one better than Hikaru. He'd been closer than the spectators; he'd felt it, seen Akira's thoughts run in black-and-white, concrete win-or-lose.
When they first kissed, his rival said, "This isn't right," and Hikaru knew he could win; he knew how Akira worked.
"It isn't wrong," he countered, watching the confusion blossom across Akira's features. It was as though his mind was a game of Go – black trying to overcome white, one eventually proving superior.
"No… I guess it's not."
Hikaru was happy to indulge that particular grey area.
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notes
It was some random o-dark-thirty hanging out at my stepdad's work waiting until I had to walk to McDonalds, and I decided I had an inkling for Hikago fic – and while I couldn't come up with any decent sized idea, I thought this drabble sounded good. ;; I've always loved the idea of grey areas, and black and white and blending... yeah.