Title: Colors of Autumn
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: AkiHika, one-sided Waya/Hikaru
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Waya searches for Hikaru...and finds him.
Colors of Autumn
by
meitachi
The leaves had turned color and glowed a happy gold, red, and orange against the blue of the sky. Waya hurried past the trees unheedingly, brisk cold air burning his lungs, the chill nipping at him through his hoodie.
Waya was looking for Shindou.
The boy hadn’t turned up for the custom game of go that afternoon and that left Waya worried, for some reason. He told himself he just wanted to yell at Hikaru for skipping out on him without so much as a phone call, and shoved his hands inside his pockets.
He shivered a little. It was unseasonable to be this cold this early.
He thought about the color of Hikaru’s eyes and the way he laughed and the way he shouted and how he determinedly loved his ramen. He thought about the way Hikaru focused intently on the goban during the game, the way his fingers held the go stone, carefully, gently, but with hidden purpose.
A breeze blew by and Waya hunched his shoulders against it, rounding a corner.
Shindou was sitting at his favorite ramen shop, slurping down his dinner with gusto, and across from him sat Touya Akira.
Waya stopped and stood there, on the corner of a busy Tokyo sidewalk, and looked at them, the breeze ruffling his hair.
He wanted to be angry, wanted to storm up to them and yell at Hikaru, to demand just what the hell he was doing, blowing him off and just to sit with that damned Touya. He wanted to rant, to hit something, wanted to see Hikaru look up at him, guilt and something else flickering in his eyes.
Slowly, Waya turned and walked back around the corner.
Akira had found Hikaru.
Multi-colored leaves fell around Waya as he headed home, head ducked down to avoid the chill in the air.
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Posted: 09.26.2004
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: AkiHika, one-sided Waya/Hikaru
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Waya searches for Hikaru...and finds him.
Colors of Autumn
by
The leaves had turned color and glowed a happy gold, red, and orange against the blue of the sky. Waya hurried past the trees unheedingly, brisk cold air burning his lungs, the chill nipping at him through his hoodie.
Waya was looking for Shindou.
The boy hadn’t turned up for the custom game of go that afternoon and that left Waya worried, for some reason. He told himself he just wanted to yell at Hikaru for skipping out on him without so much as a phone call, and shoved his hands inside his pockets.
He shivered a little. It was unseasonable to be this cold this early.
He thought about the color of Hikaru’s eyes and the way he laughed and the way he shouted and how he determinedly loved his ramen. He thought about the way Hikaru focused intently on the goban during the game, the way his fingers held the go stone, carefully, gently, but with hidden purpose.
A breeze blew by and Waya hunched his shoulders against it, rounding a corner.
Shindou was sitting at his favorite ramen shop, slurping down his dinner with gusto, and across from him sat Touya Akira.
Waya stopped and stood there, on the corner of a busy Tokyo sidewalk, and looked at them, the breeze ruffling his hair.
He wanted to be angry, wanted to storm up to them and yell at Hikaru, to demand just what the hell he was doing, blowing him off and just to sit with that damned Touya. He wanted to rant, to hit something, wanted to see Hikaru look up at him, guilt and something else flickering in his eyes.
Slowly, Waya turned and walked back around the corner.
Akira had found Hikaru.
Multi-colored leaves fell around Waya as he headed home, head ducked down to avoid the chill in the air.
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Posted: 09.26.2004