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Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Waya/Hikaru (itsy bit of Akira/Hikaru)
Rating: PG
Line: If he could compare his love to a bowl of ramen…
Jade Wings
619 words
Touya Akira spent the majority of his childhood focused solely on go. It left him with very little time to develop the interests considered typical of a normal boy, such as sports or food or girls. He didn’t mind because he didn’t know and he was happier that way. His passion was go, and until he turned fifteen, he was content with it.
One might call Akira a late bloomer—by fifteen, most boys were firmly established in their hormonal interests, puberty having triggered all the necessary chain events. Akira, however, was an exception, and at fifteen was only first realizing his first crush. He wasn’t sure at first what to call the edgy feeling in his stomach or his new tendency to flinch when touched, skin oversensitive to a brushing of fingers, but he was a smart boy. His genius wasn’t limited to only a board game.
This is what they call a ‘crush,’ he thought to himself, wondering briefly why ‘they’ had decided to give the feeling such a seemingly inappropriate name. It took him four weeks to fully understand the pain that came with it.
The first week, he was less brutal in his criticism of Shindou Hikaru’s game. He still gave it, naturally, because there were weaknesses in Hikaru’s strategies that couldn’t be overlooked, but he was gentler in pointing them out.
The second week, he made a subtle suggestion that he and Hikaru could go out to eat after their game. Apparently, “My father’s away at a competition and Mother’s going to be out late with her friends,” was not a clear enough declaration that he was free that afternoon, and willing besides.
The third week, he ‘accidentally’ ran into Hikaru at Haze High School as the school day ended and the other boy was coming out the gates. Akira was disappointed when Hikaru babbled an apology; he was already meeting someone.
The fourth week, a little morose at his lack of success, Akira decided to skip his weekly tutoring session at the go salon. The adults would make it one week without him. Instead, he wandered down the street, thinking about this ridiculous ‘crush’ and how it was definitely not living up to expectations. Instead of giving his heart wings to soar, he instead struggled with embarrassing blushes when Hikaru found him staring, or the almost sour twist of his stomach when he watched Hikaru’s fingers play over the go stones.
It was when he pulled himself out of his thoughts, slightly disgusted at himself, that he noticed a familiar figure in the ramen shop he was passing. Unable to help himself, Akira’s breath caught he stopped, staring. Inside, Hikaru was looking gleefully at his bowl of ramen, a look that quickly changed to outrage when his chopsticks were stolen by his companion—
Yoshitaka Waya, Akira recalled distantly.
He watched numbly as Hikaru wrapped himself around the other boy, reaching for his chopsticks and shouting in annoyance, and then as Waya chuckled and wrapped an arm around the wriggling boy. A quick kiss was exchanged for the chopsticks, stolen and secretive and unnoticed by all in the shop.
Touya Akira felt sick.
So this was a ‘crush,’ he thought to himself. And, to think, poets compared it to flying with wings…
No, he would definitely not compare it to wings, unless they were those made of jade: heavy to weigh him to the earth and deceptively beautiful.
Perhaps if he could compare his love to a bowl of ramen instead… Except Hikaru had found something tastier with Yoshitaka, apparently.
The familiarity of go seemed so much more welcoming than these heavy wings of love. Mouth tight, Akira began walking back toward the salon.
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Posted: 04.28.2005
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Disclaimer: If Hikaru no Go was mine, well, I’m not sure what I would do with it. Probably continue to write fanfics for it, except with a claimer rather than a disclaimer. :3
Note: So I’m a helpless AkiHika fangirl and managed to twist it to sort of fit my OTP despite the requested pairing. And so it’s unrequited…forgive me. ::wibbles:: If I had an Akira-muse, he would be very displeased with me.
For:
rikitFandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: Waya/Hikaru (itsy bit of Akira/Hikaru)
Rating: PG
Line: If he could compare his love to a bowl of ramen…
Jade Wings
619 words
Touya Akira spent the majority of his childhood focused solely on go. It left him with very little time to develop the interests considered typical of a normal boy, such as sports or food or girls. He didn’t mind because he didn’t know and he was happier that way. His passion was go, and until he turned fifteen, he was content with it.
One might call Akira a late bloomer—by fifteen, most boys were firmly established in their hormonal interests, puberty having triggered all the necessary chain events. Akira, however, was an exception, and at fifteen was only first realizing his first crush. He wasn’t sure at first what to call the edgy feeling in his stomach or his new tendency to flinch when touched, skin oversensitive to a brushing of fingers, but he was a smart boy. His genius wasn’t limited to only a board game.
This is what they call a ‘crush,’ he thought to himself, wondering briefly why ‘they’ had decided to give the feeling such a seemingly inappropriate name. It took him four weeks to fully understand the pain that came with it.
The first week, he was less brutal in his criticism of Shindou Hikaru’s game. He still gave it, naturally, because there were weaknesses in Hikaru’s strategies that couldn’t be overlooked, but he was gentler in pointing them out.
The second week, he made a subtle suggestion that he and Hikaru could go out to eat after their game. Apparently, “My father’s away at a competition and Mother’s going to be out late with her friends,” was not a clear enough declaration that he was free that afternoon, and willing besides.
The third week, he ‘accidentally’ ran into Hikaru at Haze High School as the school day ended and the other boy was coming out the gates. Akira was disappointed when Hikaru babbled an apology; he was already meeting someone.
The fourth week, a little morose at his lack of success, Akira decided to skip his weekly tutoring session at the go salon. The adults would make it one week without him. Instead, he wandered down the street, thinking about this ridiculous ‘crush’ and how it was definitely not living up to expectations. Instead of giving his heart wings to soar, he instead struggled with embarrassing blushes when Hikaru found him staring, or the almost sour twist of his stomach when he watched Hikaru’s fingers play over the go stones.
It was when he pulled himself out of his thoughts, slightly disgusted at himself, that he noticed a familiar figure in the ramen shop he was passing. Unable to help himself, Akira’s breath caught he stopped, staring. Inside, Hikaru was looking gleefully at his bowl of ramen, a look that quickly changed to outrage when his chopsticks were stolen by his companion—
Yoshitaka Waya, Akira recalled distantly.
He watched numbly as Hikaru wrapped himself around the other boy, reaching for his chopsticks and shouting in annoyance, and then as Waya chuckled and wrapped an arm around the wriggling boy. A quick kiss was exchanged for the chopsticks, stolen and secretive and unnoticed by all in the shop.
Touya Akira felt sick.
So this was a ‘crush,’ he thought to himself. And, to think, poets compared it to flying with wings…
No, he would definitely not compare it to wings, unless they were those made of jade: heavy to weigh him to the earth and deceptively beautiful.
Perhaps if he could compare his love to a bowl of ramen instead… Except Hikaru had found something tastier with Yoshitaka, apparently.
The familiarity of go seemed so much more welcoming than these heavy wings of love. Mouth tight, Akira began walking back toward the salon.
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Posted: 04.28.2005
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Disclaimer: If Hikaru no Go was mine, well, I’m not sure what I would do with it. Probably continue to write fanfics for it, except with a claimer rather than a disclaimer. :3
Note: So I’m a helpless AkiHika fangirl and managed to twist it to sort of fit my OTP despite the requested pairing. And so it’s unrequited…forgive me. ::wibbles:: If I had an Akira-muse, he would be very displeased with me.
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