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chineseinkTitle: Oushou
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Kaga/Tsutsui
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Why the King of Shogi plays go.
Oushou
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meitachi
Tsutsui adjusted his glasses as he stared pensively at the goban. He itched to move—to put his stone down—but it wasn’t his turn. He had to wait.
He flicked a glance up at his opponent.
Kaga was leaning back against his chair, lazily fanning himself with his Oushou fan. His brows were creased with thought, eyes narrowed under that red-brown hair. There was an impatient frown on his lips.
Tsutsui wondered sometimes why Kaga was willing to play so many games of go with him (despite constant griping and grousing) when he obviously loved his shogi more.
Long fingers tapped idly against the tabletop.
The sound accompanied the ticking of the clock, hanging from the wall opposite the window. It was only an hour or so after school and many students were still on campus at assorted clubs or sports practices.
Today was not a meeting day for the Go Club. Shindou had left right after school to play Touya. Tsutsui wondered why he was still here.
Kaga placed his stone down.
Tsutsui looked at it. He raised his gaze up to Kaga’s again, confused this time. “Wha-?”
Kaga leaned over and kissed him.
“Loser buys dinner, right?” Kaga was smirking.
Tsutsui blinked, flushed red.
“Ah— Um…” He took a breath and resisted the urge to touch his mouth in shock. There were thoughts he hadn’t dared think flooding his mind and a lingering taste of cigarette smoke. He looked at Kaga. “All you had to do was ask,” he said.
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Posted: 09.17.2004
Oushou: King of Shogi
goban: board on which go is played
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Kaga/Tsutsui
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Why the King of Shogi plays go.
Oushou
by
meitachiTsutsui adjusted his glasses as he stared pensively at the goban. He itched to move—to put his stone down—but it wasn’t his turn. He had to wait.
He flicked a glance up at his opponent.
Kaga was leaning back against his chair, lazily fanning himself with his Oushou fan. His brows were creased with thought, eyes narrowed under that red-brown hair. There was an impatient frown on his lips.
Tsutsui wondered sometimes why Kaga was willing to play so many games of go with him (despite constant griping and grousing) when he obviously loved his shogi more.
Long fingers tapped idly against the tabletop.
The sound accompanied the ticking of the clock, hanging from the wall opposite the window. It was only an hour or so after school and many students were still on campus at assorted clubs or sports practices.
Today was not a meeting day for the Go Club. Shindou had left right after school to play Touya. Tsutsui wondered why he was still here.
Kaga placed his stone down.
Tsutsui looked at it. He raised his gaze up to Kaga’s again, confused this time. “Wha-?”
Kaga leaned over and kissed him.
“Loser buys dinner, right?” Kaga was smirking.
Tsutsui blinked, flushed red.
“Ah— Um…” He took a breath and resisted the urge to touch his mouth in shock. There were thoughts he hadn’t dared think flooding his mind and a lingering taste of cigarette smoke. He looked at Kaga. “All you had to do was ask,” he said.
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Posted: 09.17.2004
Oushou: King of Shogi
goban: board on which go is played
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