"Akira! Look!" I commanded Akira. He took the sheet of paper from my hand, read it, then looked back up at me in surprise "You're getting an apartment?" He asked.

I grinned as I nodded. It had been about a week since the Waya Incident, and nothing had arose since then. He did ask me the next day if I remembered anything that happened, and I happily went along with it, pretending like I was so drunk I didn't even remember seeing Akira that day, and I also told him I had freaked out and thought he kidnapped me in the morning. Akira later told me that was a good touch.

"Yup! It's downtown, by the grocery store," I said, pointing to where it was. It was only about a ten minute walk from there to Akira's, opposed to the 40 minute walk-and-subway trip from my current house I was still living in with my mother. Akira smiled.

"Good for you. It's closer to here, too," he tapped his chopsticks against the table. We were sitting in the Go Association break room, that I somehow managed to coax Akira over to to eat for once. I made us a lunch each, and he quietly complained that he'd rather have one big lunch from us both to eat out of, so I poked him on the nose for that. I saw Isumi look at us weird from another table, and after a minute he decided to come over with us, not accompanied by Waya, for once.

"And you could even stay over for a while. Or we can split the rent and live there together," I continued my grin.

"I like that idea," Akira smiled softly. "Are you sure we're serious enough to live together, though?"

I laughed a bit. "Of course, dude. It'll be so awesome, we coul-" And that's when Isumi came over.

He sat next to me, where I sat across from Akira. "Hey guys," He said, looking around as if he had not been here all morning.

"Good morning," Akira said politely as he picked up some rice.

"Hey," I greeted Isumi.

"Waya's been acting kinda strange lately," He said off the bat, sighing and putting his chin in his hand.

"What's wrong?" I asked with a pout.

He looked up at me with studying intent then looked back down. "It's nothing," he insisted. "Everything's all right."

He hesitated then looked up at Akira. "Toya...san, you're gay, right?" He asked, even though he knew the answer. I really hoped he wasn't out to get with my boyfriend too.

Akira nodded after just a moment. Isumi sighed.

"What's the matter, Isumi?" I asked again, a mild suspicion in my voice.

"Shindo! You're making this awkward!" Isumi fumed. "You don't like Waya, right?" Isumi asked Akira. He shook his head.

"I'm more into blonds," He said, glancing over at me with a small smirk creeping up on his lips. Isumi let out another sigh.

"Well, I..." He turned his head away, mumbling though his fingers with embarrassment. "I think I might be gay, too. I, sorta..." He looked down. From what I could tell his face was flushed to the max. "Like Waya," he managed to choke out. "But he likes you," He reasoned to Akira. Akira nodded, and looked over at me with raised eyebrows. Isumi shipped them too. Now all that's left is Waya.

"I see," Akira said, setting down his chop sticks. "Don't worry, I have no intention of going out with him. I will crush him with the force of a million suns and in his agony and pain he will run back to his Isumi-san for the ultimate comfort. Victory will be yours." He said in the most serious voice ever. Isumi just blinked at him.

"Well," he gulped and tugged at his shirt collar. "That's nice of you. But I was thinking, maybe," He looked up at Akira with request in his eyes. "If you could tell him you like someone else? Your that you're not actually gay. Or that you're a women! I don't care. I just don't want him getting too hurt," he looked down.

"But Isumi! You'll be able to pounce on him like an injured wild cat!" I offered, clapping my hands together. Isumi rolled his eyes to the joke.

"Well," Akira began, picking up his chop sticks again and playing with his rice. "I'm not going to do that second thing," he brought a piece to his mouth. "And though I could probably totally rock a dress, I am very much a man. Not that genitals make gender, but if you wanna know what I look like naked, you can ask Hikaru," he nodded towards me. Isumi blinked over at me.

"U-Um," I thought of how I could explain this. I found something that actually made sense. "I went into his hotel room with Yashiro for the Hokuto cup," I said, and it was true. Though I did not get to see Akira completely naked then. I came close a few times, though.. Before we were going to leave, Akira was in the shower and he didn't lock the door. He had just turned off the shower, so I didn't know he was still in the bathroom and I opened the door. He was facing away from the door, and once he knew the door was open he whipped the closest towel towards him to cover himself. But as a result I saw his ass for like a split second. Yashiro was sitting down on his bed reading a magazine and laughing hysterically as I apologized profusely, but then got in an argument with Akira about how he didn't lock the door. Yashiro kept laughing.

Isumi blinked then nodded. "Well, that makes sense. I guess." He sighed and stood. "Waya is probably going to notice I'm not at the usual diner with him eventually. So I better hide," he laughed a bit and said parting words as he walked away.

I snapped my head to Akira. "What the hell was that?" I yell whispered. He raised his eyebrows but formed a smirk.

"He was accusing me of being a women. I had to defend my manhood," he argued.

"You're gay!" I retorted back.

"But you're still bottom," He answered in return, playing with his rice.

"Well, you're-" I sighed and scratched my head. "Okay, okay, touché. But still."

"They don't know yet," he said simply. I thought it over and nodded.

And then Waya came towards us with Isumi on his tail. Akira retreated back to his rice. Waya plopped down on the seat next to me, where minutes ago Isumi sat, but he feigned ignorance.

Waya began to say something, but he was interrupted. Right then there was this heavy punk music that started playing quietly. After a moment of no response Akira carefully took out his phone. Isumi, Waya and I exchanged looks as he looked at who it was and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He stood. "I must take this. Bye," He gave me that earnest look again that he wanted to give my affection as he left but just began walking away. As he did he answered his call and spoke quietly into the phone, quiet enough that I couldn't ease drop from this distance even if I wanted to.

Waya looked up at him leave for a moment and then snapped his head towards me. "Hey bleach brain. Me and Isumi were gonna spend the night. Wanna come?"

"I'm not that big on threesomes," I responded. Waya rolled his eyes.

"No, like, a sleep over. Is the alcohol effecting your thoughts already?"

I pouted. "Aren't we a little old for sleep overs?"

"I honestly never had a lot while I was growing up, too busy studying go," Waya played the sympathy card. "Me too," Isumi added a moment later.

Thinking about it, I never really did either. Unless you counted staying up half the night playing a board game with your ghost roommate of your conscious a sleep over. Then I had tons! "Okay," I replied. "But... We're still gonna practice, right?"

Waya shrugged. "If you want."

"Aw, man, c'mon," Isumi whined. "All we ever do is go, go, go. We need a break. No studying." He argued.

Waya looked over to Isumi and considered his opinion. "That makes sense," he replied slowly."Yeah, okay. Hikaru, no go!"

"Fine," I pouted.

"And!" Isumi snatched my paper off of the table. "It shall be at your mom's house, because you are finally becoming a big boy and moving out!"

"I just turned sixteen like 2 months ago, dude. Cut me some slack. Most people wouldn't even move out yet."

Waya just clamped his hand on my shoulder. "But you will never worry about your mother finding your porn again. That is an accomplishment, my friend." I honestly didn't have a lot anymore, since if I was in the mood for that had my boyfriend. But they didn't know that. I just sighed and nodded. Then I took a glance at the door Akira just left out of. I should've kept my mouth shut but I asked, "Is Akira invited?" Isumi looked troubled.

"Oh, hell no, dude. You guys are such big rivals ALL you'd do would play go. And he's kind of a prick, if you haven't noticed," I didn't know of I should've felt happy that Waya seemed back to normal or pissed that he called my boyfriend a prick.

And as if on cue Akira returned, putting his phone back on in his pocket and sighing, cleaning up his lunch. I looked at the time and started doing the same to my own.

I looked up at him. "Who was that?"

Akira glanced up at me. "No one really." I could tell he was bluffing.

"Akira-"

"I'll tell you later," he muttered, glancing at Waya and Isumi. I simply nodded and finished cleaning my lunch up. Waya and Isumi looked at each other, then stood, and walked away. Akira looked up at me as they left.

"What did they want?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Just something about porn," Akira raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, well, that's nice," He laughed a bit as he threw out his remaining lunch. I should've felt angry because I made it myself but I was happy he even went to eat with me today.

"Who was on the phone?" I asked, like the noisy boyfriend I was.

He glanced back over to me, with a little frown forming on his face. "My father," he let out a sigh. "Just checking in, I guess," he grumbled. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"You have heavy punk music as your dad's ring tone?" I asked.

"It's Linkin Park. And I have that as my ring tone for everyone. Except for yours. Which is 'Walking on Sunshine.'" He said indefinitely.

"You know if I knew you were this weird when I met you I probably wouldn't have thought you were such a snob," I said, laughing a bit. Akira frowned deeply.

"You thought I was a snob?"

I scratched my head. "Well, more like, a goody two-shoes, I guess? You always wore nice clothes and you talked sweet and polite a lot except when you talked to me and you'd get all edgy and pissy-"

"I was threatened, Hikaru. You were threatening my sexuality." He cut my off, but was laughing a bit.

"Did you get a funny feeling in you pants every time you saw me?" I replied, giggling.

"Oh, of course. I'd spend hours sitting barricaded in my room staring at a picture of you," His laugh got louder as he joked. Then the lunch break was over, and we had to return to our games. Akira won his by resignation. I just barley made it through with 2 ½ points.

Later I was sitting in my room with Isumi and Waya. Isumi sat doing something on his phone, but glancing over it to Waya as often as he could. Waya had pushed my game board under my bed so we wouldn't be tempted to play. Instead, we played Mario kart. It was a game where you quickly learned everyone was your enemy. You must rise over the apes of regular society and insert your dominance over the hoard.

"Watch out," Isumi mummer while glancing up. "There's a shell, Taka."

"I KNOW! Gah!" He seemed to move his body with the controller. "Shindo, your phones going off!"

I blinked and paused the game, leaning over and snatching my phone. Waya gaped at me. "You're messing up my rhythm, dude!"

"I honestly do not give a shit, Waya," I took a look at my phone. Akira has sent me a text. He liked to send me really stupid random texts when we weren't together. Right now he sent me the words, "Saw this fabulous gay couple on the subway on my way home" with a picture of two guys sitting hip to hip on a subway seat. One of the guys, a redhead, had his arm around the other, trying to take his glasses. They were wearing high school uniforms, and the red head held a fan with a shoji character on it and...

"Holy shit," I muttered. Waya looked over my shoulder. "Look!" I told him. He just blinked.

"I can't believe it," he replied, and for a moment I thought he knew what was going on. "You still have a flip phone," I was wrong.

"No, you idiot!" I showed him the picture. "It's Tsutsui and Kaga! They were my upper class men in middle school!"

"Aaand now... they're gay?" Isumi at this point was over by us, looking at the phone.

I nodded. "Akira saw them on the subway and took a picture," I explained.

Waya scratched his head. "Does Toya usually send you pictures of gay guys?" He asked.

"You'd be surprised," I shrugged, closing my phone. "I'm surprised myself. I played a tournament with them back in the day." I thought of something, looking at Isumi happily and then Waya. "I know what we should do. Let's send him a picture of gay guys back," I grinned.

Waya blinked. "I think you'll have to find some first."

"That's why I have you two," my grin widened. They looked horrified.

"W-What?! Shindo.." Isumi sputtered, blushing and looking down.

"Oh, c'mon, it's just for a picture. I'll take a picture of you guys kissing and physc out Akira. It'll be hilarius," I clapped my hands together.

Waya looked ready to protest but took a hard look at blushing Isumi and then at me. "Alright, deal," he said, which made Isumi snap his head up at him with wide eyes, "but you'll have to embarrass yourself, too." He grinned.

"How so?" I asked, skeptical.

"That's for after we're done," And he grabbed Isumi's arm. Isumi looked like he was going to die from embarrassment. I smiled and turned on the camera on my phone.

Waya clamped his hands on Isumi's shoulders, who slowly looked up at him. "Don't be a pansy," Waya said. Isumi frowned and sighed. "Okay, okay..." he muttered quietly.

"It's gonna have to be like at least...like, 7 seconds so I can get a good shot. Maybe you could even add tongue," I wiggled my eyebrows.

"N-No way!" Isumi protested. Waya whipped his head to him.

"Ready?" He asked.

"No," but Waya started to lean in anyway. I prepared my camera and as they started kissing I took a picture. This was going to be so hilarious. I was surprised Waya agreed to do this, considering he said he wanted to ask out my boyfriend, but now he was letting me send a picture of him kissing another dude. So as far as I was concerned, my boyfriend was safe. And only mine.

Isumi never stopped blushing, and he flinched and almost pulled away as I saw Waya try to slip his tongue in. Ooh, Waya's going in deep, I thought. He was pretty much leading the kiss to begin with, and Isumi had no objections until he was finally the one to pull back. That was a good, 12 seconds or more opposed to the 7 I said. Isumi bite his lip and looked at Waya a bit longingly then looked down and away from him. Waya just grinned and looked over at me. "You get it?"

I blinked a bit then nodded. "Yup. If you guys wanna make out some more that's totally cool though. You make an adorable couple." Isumi blushed some more.

Waya rolled his eyes. "Like you know the first thing about gay guys," he said with a scoff.

I totally wanted to protest the number of times I, as a man, had sex with Akira, also a man, but instead I countered with this. "Yeah. For example, I thought you liked girls until a week ago. So I obviously know nothing of gay guys. Even though, hey, my best friend is gay," I sent the picture to Akira with the caption #Shinitaka.

Waya pursed his lips and looked at me. "You mean Toya?"

"Um, yeah."

"Shindo," Isumi was managing to regain his composure and had gone back to looking at his phone. "I am offended. I thought I was your best friend."

I laughed a bit. "Seeing from that kiss, I wouldn't be surprised if you were gay too," I grinned at him. He retreated back behind his phone. I guessed he didn't want Waya to know so I didn't say it outright in good taste. Thinking about it, I thought that's how Akira probably felt when he liked me. Constantly keeping things like his homosexuality a secret from me so I wouldn't find out his secret of liking me. At that moment I got a reply from him that said, "Ohmigod. We need to get that framed. With that caption. And hang it up in our new living room."

I laughed a bit and right then Waya noticed me texting Toya again. He sat up. "Right! Your punishment. Ask Toya for a blow job," Waya smirked.

I blinked at him with wide eyes. "What?! Why?"

"It'll be embarrassing for you! But hilarious for us!"

Isumi laughed as well. "Yeah, good idea. I wanna see how he'll respond. And we'll get to see if he actually does wanna be your lover or not," he grinned.

But he is my lover. I sighed and nodded. "Goddamn it, fine." I muttered in annoyance as I began to type. I hoped Akira would see this as odd and not reply like he normally would if he knew it was me saying it of my own freewill. But then again, Isumi and Waya might take it his answer as a joke anyway.

So I texted, "Akira, you should come over and give me head," I blushed a bit as I typed, although we had done it before. I showed it to Waya and Isumi, who were laughing their heads off as I pressed send.

"This is gonna be awesome," Waya said through fits of laughter. I pouted.

My phone went off within a few minutes of texting that, when we were chatting aimlessly, and Isumi and Waya urged me to check what he said. I was hesitant but I pulled out the chat. I gulped. His reply was, "Well that was random but sure. I'll be there in 5" I wondered briefly what he was doing five minutes from my house while he lived eight times that distance away. Isumi and Waya roared with laughter.

"Oh my god!" Waya slammed his fist on the ground.

"You're not actually gonna make him come over, will you?" Isumi chuckled.

Waya was in fits. "No, no! Let him come over! I wanna see what happens!"

I sighed, "You guys are assholes." They nodded in agreement as they laughed.

After about 7 minutes we figured he wasn't actually coming and got back to regular conversation topics.

I looked over Isumi's shoulder. "The hell are you doing?"

He blinked and tried to squirm and hide his phone. "Blogging," he said awkwardly.

I blinked. "Blogging? Do a lot of pro go players do that?"

Isumi blinked up at me. "No..." He pressed a button on his phone and let the screen dim, seting it down. "Not everything has something to do w-"

He stopped as we heard shuffling from behind my house. It sounded like it was on my balcony...

And the balcony door slammed open with Akira standing at it. I jumped even though I should have been completely used to his popping out of nowhere by now. And because he told me he'd come over. But whatever. He blinked a minute as he saw Waya and Isumi. "...Why is Waya and Isumi-san here." He asked in that not-really-a-question way of his.

"How the fuck did you get up there?!" Waya squawked.

"Climbed it. Duh." Akira politely shut the door and sat down with us on the floor, a bit away, folding his awkwardly long legs into a crossed formation. He looked back at me. "Seriously, why're they here?"

"Um. Sorry, Akira. They made me prank you and told me to tell you to do...that," I blushed seriously as Waya and Isumi were dying from laughter again. They were trying to contain it, though, and Waya had his hand over his mouth trying to keep his cool as Akira blinked and responded after a moment, "Oh. Well, that's a shame." They weren't expecting that. They blinked.

"Ahm... Why?" isumi asked sceptically.

Akira crossed his arms and straightened his posture, smirking. "I give the best blow jobs on this side of Tokyo."

It was an almost awkward silence that moment. I didn't really want to say anything because I have been on the receiving end of said blow jobs and anything I could possibly say could and probably would make this worse. So I kept my mouth shut. Instead Waya opened his.

"Alright," he slammed his hands down on the floor in front of him. "Why not give one to me?"