Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed my last chapter. I'm sorry it took so long to update again, but better now than never right?

Though I do want to know if someone with some knowledge on Go can send me a crash course on it? Also was Sai in character?

It would be really helpful if someone answers my questions.

The other thing is I COMPLETELY MADE UP THE LIFE IN THE ERA OF HIKARU, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW PEOPLE LIVED BACK THEN DID FOR FUN OR THE EXPECTETIONS!

Anyway I hope you all enjoy the new chapter!

"Hello Sai! Come to visit Yuki? She is in her room, go right ahead!" = Talking

"Okay today I'll ask sensei for a match! Today is the day! Today!...but I forgot my homework…and chores…tomorrow then!" = thinking

"People travel in horse-less carriages!? This world is so amusing!" = Hikaru talking

What is a pro? I am unaware if I am a pro and wish to be more informed. = NetGo message.

Chapter 2

"Please turn to page four, and underline what you believe is the main tone of the writing. " Sai told his class Monday morning, trying his hardest not to chuckle at the young ghost who ran to and fro around the classroom with wide eyes in excitement. The child phantom peered at the class work over all of the students shoulders in curiosity for a few seconds before finding something else that took his attention, making him dash to that side of the room to investigate.

It had been a strange first two days after finding the haunted Go board, especially with a child who was amazed at any modern day technology. With a final grin at the boy who was watching the class pet turtle swim in the back of the room, Sai brought back his attention to today's reading with a fond smile as he thought of how he meet Hikaru.

~~~~~~~~FLASH BACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sai had fainted and stayed in a unconscious sort of state for a hour or two, all the while Hikaru had ran around crying and yelling at the top of his non-existing lungs for help. Ironically Hikaru's screams had been what woke him after being affected by the emotions spilling out of control of the young child who had come to the conclusion that he had "murder" the kind man who set him free.

The boy's fear had been as strong as his voice had been loud. Very , very strong. And Sai had merely awoke due to the screams that hurt his over sensitive ears because Hikaru had kneeled next to him chocking on the word "sorry"." The teacher had meant to open his mouth to reassure the poor boy that he was alright, when he choked on the feeling of fear and panic. It had left him dizzy , his stomach twisted so many ways that it felt rather painful and a raising horrible taste grew in the back of his throat before he could understand what it meant, he felt him-self throw up.

By then Hikaru had noticed his "miracle" come back and had cheered with so much joy that it soon warmed Sai's heart and laughter left his chest before he could stop himself. The feeling was so strange and a complete 180 of what he had been feeling just a few seconds ago that Sai wondered briefly between gasps of laughs if that was what someone who was bipolar felt like each day. If so then Sai now applauded them for continuing to live in such a matter since he didn't believe he could.

It seems that the two were linked, as the ghost had explain when they both calmed down, where they would be able to talk to each other telepathically and share their emotions. Though because Hikaru didn't have a body, Sai would be affected double by the emotions they each felt. It would explain why his mood seemed to brighten whenever Hikaru laughed or darken whenever the boy thought of his past.

Hikaru had told Sai that he was a Go player, who had lived as a noble in the Heian era though being the fifth son he wasn't to inherit as much as his older brothers and was expected to marry a noble woman then join his eldest brother's samurai guards. While Go had been seen as a noble's pastime it was reserved to be persuade by the second oldest son who had no talent in it like Hikaru did. The boy also had a too weak body to be able to lift the swords of the samurai and most practice spars had ended with him being beat down to near death. To make matters worse his father was not pleased with his progress in his training thus forbidden him from even going near a Go board until he could fight as expected of him.

While Hikaru struggled with his training his brother Ichigo , the second oldest, struggled with Go. Hikaru stated that his brother could not read ahead in the board, could not think of clever moves and most of all could not win. Ichigo always came close but the other noble men were never beatable for him, and he soon became a laughing stock of the nobles who challenged him to a game which of course did not please their father. As each day passed, the more games he lost, the more their father grew angrier and angrier, then one night all five of the sons were called to meet to come before him.

"If Ichigo cannot beat his challenger tomorrow then he will be cast out of the family estate and you will no longer call him brother." Their father had said when all of them were seated then he stood and left. Not a word was spoken as the five siblings stayed shocked in silenced, not moving as their father had not given them permission to leave but Hikaru confessed to glancing at Ichigo, who already had the tears and cold acceptance of being disowned upon his face.

Ichigo had help Hikaru many times with his sword handling, unlike the other cruel older brothers who mocked him for being denied his passion, his favorite sibling had made time to try and teach Hikaru to the best of his abilities. The idea of Ichigo being banished left a bitter taste in his mouth; so that night while everyone retired to their beds the boy had sneaked in his brother's room and woke him for a night of Go. The second son had red eyes and tears marks along his cheeks but he agreed to Hikaru's encouragement of practicing. That night Ichigo improved far more than any Go instructor their father had ever hired, could possible hope to help in with.

However it had only been a night, nothing compared to a life time of Go the challenger had. Ichigo had lost badly but that was to be expected when the challenger had been the emperor's Go instructor. The man had always hated the Shindou family, so it was quite the pleasure for him to humiliated the second oldest in front of such a large crowd, crushing Ichigo by a twenty moku. The game had been played in front of ten men in the best room of the Shindou family estate, Hikaru being one of them. Then the man went too far by openly mocking Hikaru's dearest brother with the already know fact of his disowned future due to their game. (Their father did not care to keep it a secret)

Outrage Hikaru had stood from his seat and demanded a game with the instructor. The man had laughed in his face and his father had glared at him a promise of pain deep in his eyes but Hikaru had not cared. The instructor had asked why Hikaru believed he could beat him when the boy was only twelve years old, who did not devote himself to the game like he did. The child had merely raised hi fan to his face and whispered loudly enough to be heard throughout the room.

"I may not know how well I play against those of your level of skill, but I know the limits of mine. I am strong."

The instructor's face had clouded "You dare mock me child? Stating you are strong but not knowing by how much, then claiming you can defeat me is the greasiest insult!"

Hikaru had not answered instead he kneeled in front of the Go board. He had glanced at Ichigo before making up his mind "An insult? Then prepares you would allow me to show you the greasiest respect by playing a worthy game with me. However this game will be one where I will play with all my might, and if I were to be victorious then you will agree to tutor my dear brother Ichigo in Go. As Shindou Ichigo."

The man's eyes flashed dangerously but his half of his face hidden behind his own fan made it hard to tell his expression. Then he quietly kneeled as well before asking. "Most interesting indeed however if I were victorious then what could you agree to child? It would be very kind of me to still tutor your dear brother however it would disturb my time with His Majesty, you see? "

Hikaru had not hesitated "Your kindness would not need to be disturbed by my dearest brother, for I will teach him myself outside the Shindou household."

The whole room had gasped, for even if it was hidden in a polite tone, what Hikaru had said left the room in a tense silence. This was never heard of and many would speak of this day for many years to come. For this day the fifth son of the Shindou household challenged the greatest Go player of the country to a game of Go, with a bet that if the child were to win his brother wound not be banished but train by the named Go player however if the boy were to lose then he would join the brother in banishment.

The instructor had agreed to the game and both played for color. The rest was a blur to Hikaru who had never played such a level of game playing before, never had as much fun and for the first time had seen pride in his father's eyes as the court man bowed his head in defeat. Ichigo had been allowed to remain in the household to be train by Hikaru who now had a purpose and lived life in a bliss at being allowed to play every day. His older brother had spent his days rising in skill at alarming rates, while finally having time to peruse his real passion; Poetry and storytelling.

One night Ichigo had read him a poem about the Divine Move. A legendary move that could only be played in a game of evenly skilled rivals who knew each other's moves like on would know their own hand. Every Go players dream and Hikaru's new goal was the Divine Move. So he played each day with anyone who would be willing to play, and for once getting his father to see his worth.

Life for a year was peaceful and filled with happiness.

Then the royal Go instructor had returned, to bring the child prodigy to the royal court to be the other royal Go instructor as the emperor himself had asked for Hikaru's presences after he ordered the Go instructor to replay the game against a child once he heard the tail from another noble man. In two weeks, Hikaru was on his way to the castle, riding in the royal carriage with the fuming royal Go instructor.

The man was not happy that a child -of a family he hated no less- was going to receive such a high position in society while it had taken him years to get where he was in life. So he decided that the boy would never be able to take that position, ever. On the way to the castle they needed to pass by high cliffs over-looking a large lake, however quite suddenly the man had banged on the carriage door, to call for a halt. He told the men (who were guarding them on the journey) they would be taking an earlier rest then plan, for the horses seemed to be acting strange.

Tired from the trip the men rejoiced, and moved to eat their afternoon lunch while Hikaru was told to wait in the carriage by the man. The boy had not known court life, which was why it had been so easy for the man to lie to him about the proper eating habits of the court. Told that travelers never ate outside the carriage, the boy waited patiently inside reciting the Divine Move poem while the man went outside to discuss with the head guard about the future trip's dangers and bring back some food.

Hikaru had been a noble but was still a child and any child would have gotten curious to see what was outside of the carriage window in an unfamiliar place. Would the trees be different looking? Where they near high mountains? Was the lake sparkling in the sunlight like in Ichigo's stories? When he realized the man would be taking a while he moved from his little sit and pulled back just slightly the curtain on the small hole on the other side of the window, peeking out with child like wonder only to see the man cutting ever so slightly on the rims of the horses as the rest of the men were distracted eating or scouting the nearby area.

Shocked Hikaru was about to yell out and question the man, when the Go instructor raised his fan and slammed it down on the two horses scaring the poor animals. Letting out a cry of horror, Hikaru was launched to the side of the carriage as the horses raced forward into a run, heading straight for the cliff. Cries of shock were heard by all the men as they scrambled to reach their own horses and ride after the runaway carriage.

But it was too late. The horses pulled to the side at the last minute just as they reached the edge, but what they pulled did not slow down in time and launched forward, the rims connecting to the carriage ripping in the progress leaving the animals safe upon the cliff. Hikaru screamed as the carriage slammed into the ice cold water, which was quickly sinking. The men too stopped at the cliff, watching in horror as the carriage and it's passenger disappeared into the lake far, far below.

Hikaru had never learned to swim as a noble, so his heavy cloths dragged him down as he kicked and screamed. The last thing he ever felt had been water filling his lungs, while the world turn dark, the poor boy could only think one thing. Now, I'll never have the opportunity to tell bother Ichigo that I played the Divine Move. He will never be able to write a poem about it

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"I believe my age had been a personal insult to him, which is why I suspect he did, what he, did." Hikaru had told Sai as his eyes darken, when he told him about his death.

Sai had not known what to say, shocked that a man would be so jealous of a child that he robbed little Hikaru of a life that the child deserved. The teacher had watch the boy's emotionless eyes daze over throughout the tale, and he felt the deep depression of misguided emptiness as the boy talked, knowing full well this was what the boy felt every time that memory was brought up. The long haired man had never felt so numb before in his life, not even when mother died. He couldn't feel his body, couldn't think straight, he felt like a shell of what he once was. It had felt as if he were died instead of the ghost before him, while the child looked like he had never truly lived.

He hadn't. Sai thought as tears rushed to his eyes this poor child hadn't lived, he never got the chance to.

Then suddenly the emotion disappeared as quickly as it came, because the boy looked up at him to continue his story.

~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~

When Hikaru, felt some one calling out to him as he was pulled onto dry land, he believed one of the men had saved him. The last thing he remembered, had been seeing his own hands raised desperately in front of him, reaching for the water surface that had been light up been by sunlight.

He thought he was going to die.

Not bothering to wonder why he felt no pain, the boy had snapped his eyes open to see another boy around his age staring down at him in worry. The boy's hair and clothing had been dripping wet, telling the double colored hair child that he had been saved by this boy. Hikaru had let out a confused groan, and then whispered his only to be told to not talk and save his energy.

"I shall get you to our local doctor imminently!" the child promised swinging Hikaru's arm around his shoulder. Then turning down a path heading for a small house though Hikaru had not realized that he didn't need for the boy to help him walk as he could do so quite easily. Strange for one who should have been weak for near drowning but he was too busy trying to get over the fact that he wasn't died. He had lived!

OR so they thought.

When reaching the small building the boy had told him to lie down, and wait while he ran for help. The boy had tucked in the confused Shindou who finally realized the boy truly believed his life was in danger. Trying to calm down his savior Hikaru told him he felt no pain what so ever, in fact he felt perfectly fine. The boy had stated at him before moving so gently towards him as if he was trying to feed a small rabbit and did not want to scare it off.

"Y-you cannot feel pain? T-this is truly horrible, my deepest apologizes but I believe…I believe it is too late to save your legs….o-or you body. Forgive me for not saving you in time" The boy had said bowing so low his head touched the ground.

Shocked Hikaru stood from his lying position crying out in alarm "W-whatever do you mean?! Surly, I cannot have lost all control!"

It didn't accrue to him that he had moved when he said this, nor did he noticed he went through the futon covers to yell, he was too scared at the thought of never being able to play Go again to noticed. The boy however had noticed. His eyes had widen before he turn and ran outside to empty out his stomach, wondering why he suddenly felt so terrified. The rest of the day was spent trying to understand what had happened to young Hikaru, who spent most of it crying after finding out he was indeed dead.

That was the day Shindou Hikaru meet Kuwabara Torajiro a kind boy who after finding out Hikaru's story allowed him to play each and every game throughout his life. While the two soon become quite famous throughout the lands for their odd mix of old and modern playing style, Torajiro grew into a fine young man and Hikaru stayed the childish twelve year old who more often than not told Torajiro of that he reminded him of Ichigo. Before long Hikaru began to see Torajiro as a brother and called him as such.

The two become brothers in their love of Go, and earned the name Honinbo Shusaku, the greatest Go player of all time. Again life- well after-life anyway- was looking perfect for the young ghost, and he loved each day of it once more then something terrible happened. An illness sweep the village of Torajiro, killing left and right to the point no one wanted to care for infected. The kind hearted Torajiro had not been able to simply watch them die and had treated to as many as he could, before he too felt ill.

Hikaru had watched his all-but-blood older brother get sick, each night while the man sleep young, Hikaru cried over Torajiro's Go board for not being able to do something to help. He believed he spared the thirty-three year old man from finding out about his fears and silent crying uselessness but again one cannot hide anything from someone you were with every day, every hour, every minute for over twenty-one years.

"I can see the tears upon the Go-board Hikaru." The haunted man had said one day while staring at the board in pain. Wither it had been from the illness or from knowing a child cried each night because of him was unknown. As the days moved on, Hikaru realized that Torajiro was losing the battle against the sickness and would one day die.

Horrified Hikaru tried to convince Torajiro to stop playing, to stop wasting his energy on a game that Hikaru loved.; Tried to convince him to spend his time in fighting to stay alive. And for a while Torajiro did stop, not playing for nearly months, not even picking up a stone, until one night he demand a game against the boy.

"I cannot believe I did not see it before Hikaru, but I see you in my Go. I see my life in Go, I love Go. Please one game it is all I ask. One game." Torajiro had said, and Hikaru had not wanted to for he felt it in his very soul it would be the last game they ever play together. Still he complied to the game for Torajiro begged him to.

Hikaru was right, for half way into the game Honinbo Shusaku, Kuwabara Torajiro, his big brother had left the world after throwing up blood on the board . The blood stains Sai had seen.

Hikaru had cried horribly as he told Sai it was all his fault, if he had just let Torajiro live his life the way he wanted then he wouldn't had died. He would stayed home away from the village by the lake, never going back to play Go, against other men after a year of finding Hikaru. Torajiro would have never seen so many people suffering so he would never had tried to help them. He would have never disappeared.

He didn't even get to see Torajiro's funeral because he was trapped in the Go board, the last thing his all-but-blood brother touched in this world.

Sai stood helplessly as Hikaru cried harder and harder, feeling more agony then he ever felt as the emotions from both himself and Hikaru spiraled out of control after the tail.

Still after emptying out his stomach twice as the boy cried, Sai's fatherly instinct over took him and he completely forgot the fact that the crying child had admitted to being a ghost. He had simply raised his hands up with a sheepish smile trying his best to calm down the poor hiccuping twelve year old. When that didn't work, the teacher had reached out and pulled the boy into a hug to calm him down.

It had work to stop the tears but then the boy had started complaining about being crushed. It ended with yells of "vengeance that would make the earth shake with terror" as the boy proclaim proudly while he swung his fan around in a circle giving Sai a half glare, half pout that had the teacher biting his tongue from stating how cute the boy was. As a man around pre-teens for seven hours a day, Sai could tell the boy would not react kindly to being described as cute.

That moment Sai had promised himself that he would let this boy play the Divine Move, after all the things he went through, he dissevered it.