Waya heaved a long sigh

Well, since no body even bothered, I'm going to choose the side kick for myself.

Mah ne, thank you to those who pointed out the flaws in my writing and such.

Disclaimer :I don't own Hikaru no Go and never will

(hajimari)

Waya heaved one of those long sighs he was so prone to long sighs nowadays. But not to worry, he wasn't really depressed as of the moment, just more bored than he thought was possible. Wrinkling his nose, he wondered how the hell he got talked into babysitting the insei and testing those wannabes who thought they could get in. Seriously, out of the five or something nerds that trooped in, not one of those brats had passed today.

So how exactly did he get roped into this again?

It was Isumi and his super sweet cavity inducing persuasion powers. No one ever denied Isumi Shuichirou. It just wasn't done!

And so here lies Waya defeated and alone to face the horribleness of his complete and utter BOREDOM!

But he had some pride a go player. After all, not all of them were gifted with a natural grace. No, they had to work their goddamn arses off to get this good. So he just barely managed to school his face into a serene and calm expression when the door opened to admit the final participant of the test.

It was a good thing for him that he had hung around with too many weird people to let his jaw fall off at every surprise that came his way. But the smile twitched just slightly.

The prospective insei heard a low whistle next to her. The young man who accompanied her smiled and said. "Dang he's better than I thought."

She smiled and took her place across the goban as Waya's body shifted to automatic and started to explain the various rules. Then they began to play.

Pachi, pachi, pachi

Stone by stone, both players and one spectator slipped back peacefully into their respective comfort zones as the intensity of a match bled into the surrounding atmosphere. Waya found his concentration rather lacking, and as a result, he played a good deal better than an insei master normally should. Snapping back sometime around the 50th hand, he looked hard at the web of lines and stones. This kid had managed to keep up with him. She was only about six moku behind. Even though they had yet to play yose, most insei probably would've resigned by mid-chuuban.

Then he made the mistake of looking up.

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"You can start attending the Insei sessions this coming Saturday. I also recommend you try and enter a study group if you can." Waya sent the blond……raven haired……whatever……girl home with a bright smile on her face. Then he took out his wallet and looked long and hard at the group picture that he Yuuki and Hikaru took on their last strip together to Korea.

"Dear god, there are two of 'em."

Tanaka Yoshihiro was having a crummiest day he's seen for a while. First he woke up late this morning and tripped over his backpack trying to detangle himself from the sheets that must have some kind of grudge against him with the way they were always knotting themselves while he was asleep. Then he missed most of breakfast and barely managed to grab some toast before having to run off to his Saturday basketball practice. Practice too was horrible since he tripped and fell twice because of his faulty shoes (he spent his allowance on a foldable Goban instead of new shoes like his mom advised him to). He was hit in the face once and given a bloody nose, which benched him for the rest of practice. And as if that wasn't enough, the bus he normally took to the Go association ran late to day and caused him to be late for the Insei session as well. Luckily, it was Fukui 3dan who met him (and secretly waved him through without a fuss). Rushing up to the room where the session was held, he ran into someone. Poor, poor Yoshihiro and his terrible horrible no-good very bad day.

"Sumimasen," he held out a hand to help the girl up.

"Ii dazou!" She smiled and walked away.

Tanaka wondered vaguely who she was. He prided himself on knowing every pro and insei there was to be found in this branch of the Japanese Go Institution and even some of the more prominent insei-to-be. It wasn't often that he couldn't find a name to go with a face. Concentrating, he tried to recall someone even remotely similar. She had short cropped naturally black hair (he assumed) with bangs bleached to severely they looked more white than blonde. Her style was what could only be called cross dressing, with an over sized shirt over a pair of shorts……all bearing some form of the number six. Her eyes were an odd shade of bright green that normally would be possible so he guessed that contacts were involved. Definitely not the type you'd think would hang around a Go institute.

'Speak for yourself.' He looked down at his own attire. 'You should know better than to judge people by what they wear.' Has he pushed the elevator button he decided "Yes, she would be someone to keep a look out for."

"Found a target, Tanaka?" He turned to the smiling teenager who had just walked between the steel door.

"Maybe Kaguya, just maybe."

(Owari)