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yui_miyamotoFandom: Hikaru no Go
Title: Inside and out.
Pairing: Akira x Hikaru
Rating: pg-13
Description: Akira is having the hardest time waking up. Is it Hikaru's fault? (Partly.)
Disclaimer: Hikaru no Go isn't mine. Gundam Wing isn't either.
Inside and out.
by miyamoto yui
Chapter 2 - chaos vs. tranquility
I woke up because my naked body was shivering.
Hikaru's once again taken the covers, hasn't he?!
"Shindou..." I grumbled with too much familiarity with this scolding tone.
Reaching out towards his side of the bed, I groaned. He slept in my bed so much it wasn't even mine anymore!
Not that I minded so much, but still...
As I grasped for the sheets, they didn't seem to have the feel I expected so I let go of them to pat the spot where Hikaru should have been.
Where he should have been!
Slowly blinking awake, my head registered the fact that it was cold.
"You know I hate it when you leave me alone..." I whispered to myself, still too proud to admit that my possessiveness over him wasn't a healthy rivalry after all.
It was simply that he was mine since the day he defeated me.
I might as well as have been told that I’d been cursed for all the days of my existence. I sometimes regretted in a joke about why I even thought about pulling him into the world of the pros. If it meant that all we ever did was fight, then what was the point of being together?
Weren't we driving one another apart that way?
Somehow, it did. And in some way, in the end, it worked out too.
At the end of everything though, I simply couldn't let go.
Go took most of my life, but you, Hikaru-
"Oujisama! Oujisama!" someone said as soon as they entered the room. "It is time to wake up!"
I heard the sound of the curtains being pushed to their respective sides, but refused to get up. "Hikaru, why are you always so genki in the morning?"
Again, I groaned into my pillow while holding it over my head.
"Hikaru, you-" I stopped.
That isn't Hikaru's voice.
I took the pillow off my head while glancing from side to side. There was a smiling woman with a formal kimono standing by my bed."Oujisama, ohayou gozaimasu!" I thought I was dreaming when I saw myself in my room, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
It appeared askew.
Were we in a palace? But everything looks so archaic, yet very modern.
The only way to describe it was that it was a mix of the past and present.
This definitely had to be a dream...
...or at least that was what I hoped it was.
"Ow!" My arm throbbed in mild irritation at being pinched.
Calmly, I looked at the girl and sighed. I didn't know what was going on or if this was a joke, but if someone didn't tell me where Hikaru was, I was going to be VERY grumpy.
I was cordial, indifferent, and bearable most of the time, but put Hikaru into the picture and all my calm thoughts were as damned to the Lotus Pond as that Relena in Gundam Wing was to Heero. (I personally believed he was secretly dating Duo, but that was just my opinion. Anyway...)
"Hikaru….” I had to say his name aloud to dispel my uncertainty. “Where is Hikaru?"
"Hikaru...sama?" The girl squinted and then gave me a confused face. "There is no ‘Hikaru-sama’ here."
I nodded my head as I looked at her with my eyebrows touching one another.
How many times did I have to repeat myself?!
"Yes, of course I must be drunk..." I tried to reason to myself, sitting up with my face lightly burning. I didn't feel like explaining anything relating to my nakedness especially since I had drunk so much the night before 'Shindou-sama' tried one of his-Never mind.
Just thinking about it made me blush. He totally took advantage of my vulnerable state.
Damn that rival of mine...
But that was beside the point.
Whether this was a dream or a joke, I wasn't having fun either way.
I observed the room once more and rubbed my eyes.
The servant called Maya called another girl named Ari into the room. She shook her head as she folded her hands tightly. "Please calm down, Oujisama. There really is no one by the name of Hikaru-sama."
Getting up immediately, I wrapped the white sheets around my waist and looked at the two servants who had placed their gaze down to the floor.
I sighed. "Please tell father that I will be going out."
"But Oujisama, you have..." Maya said as she glanced at Ari in desperation. "...an omiai today. Miyako-sama is coming to visit you."
Shaking my head, I stubbornly said, "I will leave like this if I do not have my way. No one will stop me from leaving today."
They bowed as they both left my room and I was left there to look blankly at the walls.
I took a glimpse of the empty bed.
This had to be a dream. Why couldn't I wake up?
Damn it, I’m usually much better about this.
I never used to swear until you came into my life.
I sighed even more.
How could I have loved such rowdiness?
After dressing, I ordered Maya and Ari to leave me alone.
"But we must come with you, Oujisama!" Maya protested in exasperation.
"No."
With that final word, I left the house, despite everyone's chagrin rising behind me.
When I stepped outside, I felt a wave of relief. The serene wind felt comforting.
That household was so constraining that I almost couldn't breathe.
Wandering the narrow streets among the marketplace (which was weirdly still Tokyo), I leaned my head forward to cover my face a bit under the cloak.
If you’re not in there, then you must be somewhere out here.
You have to be.
Even within the multitudes of people, I can still feel you.
But where are you?!
In the end, I couldn't find him anywhere no matter how hard I tried.
It reminded me of the time he didn't come to the Wakajishisen. I was so upset that I pounded my hand on the wall. Maybe his friend Waya, who was standing behind me, thought I was doing it because Hikaru hadn’t shown up.
It was more than that.
Go didn't mean anything without him.
I had learned that by then, however Hikaru didn't quite think of it like that.
And when he said he wasn't going to play Go anymore, I freaked out. That's why I had shouted at him.
I wouldn't be able to find you if you didn't play Go, Hikaru.
Without it, I couldn't find you.
I didn't know why that was, but I knew that the answers laid there.
Filled with more determination, I desperately wandered over to a flowing river and sat down on the grass. I looked at my reflection and took a deep breath.
Oddly, I appeared a bit older than seventeen. People normally didn't dream that they were older, but of their current age.
My hair was longer and it touched half of my back. The tips were touching the water because I was leaning in too close.
"Hey! HEY!"
Suddenly, someone's hands pulled me backwards.
"That's a pretty lame way to commit suicide!" The boy sighed in relief.
As I turned around, my face instantly lit up as I heard Hikaru's voice.
There was no doubt about it!
With no discretion and relief encompassing every part of my heart, I hugged him tightly. "Hikaru! Where did you go, Hikaru?!"
"Huh?"
I pulled away, shaking his shoulders with trembling hands. "Why did you worry me?! Did you think it was funny to leave me?!"
Pushing himself away from me, he shook his head with horrified eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
His bangs were violet?
"Hikaru, why is your hair violet?"
Looking a bit closer, I saw that he had violet eyes also.
At that, the person with Hikaru's face shouted, "My brother's name is Hikaru. My name is Sai."
With frustration, he added as he crossed his arms, "Maybe I should’ve left you alone to kill yourself, you weirdo."
Shocked, I blinked at him incredulously. I didn't know if I was more hurt at the fact that it wasn't 'him' or the fact that he had insulted me.
With much uncertainty, I repeated his name to myself. "Sai?"
Wasn't that the name of the famous Internet go player my father and I had lost to?
"Please take me to your brother," I pleaded in a calm tone.
With eyes that I couldn't read, he told me, "You can't, Oujisama."
"Why?"
"He isn't here anymore."
I couldn’t hear anything after that.
It shocked me even more when his angry eyes wordlessly told me as if I were the cause of it.
My face went pale. And my heart cringed and twisted itself...
You could take anything away from me.
Even my life…
...but not Hikaru...
Never Hikaru…
To me, it equated to the same thing.
I knew the instant he stepped out of the Go salon that day five years ago...
His chaos disturbed my tranquility so seductively.
I pursued him not because of defeat, but I wanted him to follow me.
I didn't understand why I wanted him to.
I just knew he had to.
Because either way, I was going to make him remember me.
Tsuzuku.../ To be continued…
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Author's note: I don't know why, but I had this strange obsession with putting their dialogue in Japanese. Or maybe it's related to the fact that Akira turns me on whenever he shouts at Hikaru. It's just the way he shouts. So sexy! Never shows any emotion except when it comes to Hikaru.
With this fic, I hope to go through a short spectrum of emotions before preceding towards the longer multi-chap of angst. You are so supportive and I had done only one part. ;_; I was so touched!
Even though the first part was very strange...
These days, like my Seishirou-centric fic called 'Rikoteki na yume' (selfish dream), I am aiming to evolve a different kind of story telling so that I can become more diverse. Hopefully, I will and chapters will be longer, even if it will take much more time to produce them. I am prolific, but trying very hard to produce quality fics (even if I am bad with grammar and proofreading) which have a set of different emotions from shocked to sad to happy to whatever as well as presenting different perspectives on life.
I've been personally struggling with some things so these feelings and thoughts have splattered all over my fics more than ever before.
oujisama - prince
omiai - formal marriage meeting
Title: Inside and out.
Pairing: Akira x Hikaru
Rating: pg-13
Description: Akira is having the hardest time waking up. Is it Hikaru's fault? (Partly.)
Disclaimer: Hikaru no Go isn't mine. Gundam Wing isn't either.
Inside and out.
by miyamoto yui
Chapter 2 - chaos vs. tranquility
I woke up because my naked body was shivering.
Hikaru's once again taken the covers, hasn't he?!
"Shindou..." I grumbled with too much familiarity with this scolding tone.
Reaching out towards his side of the bed, I groaned. He slept in my bed so much it wasn't even mine anymore!
Not that I minded so much, but still...
As I grasped for the sheets, they didn't seem to have the feel I expected so I let go of them to pat the spot where Hikaru should have been.
Where he should have been!
Slowly blinking awake, my head registered the fact that it was cold.
"You know I hate it when you leave me alone..." I whispered to myself, still too proud to admit that my possessiveness over him wasn't a healthy rivalry after all.
It was simply that he was mine since the day he defeated me.
I might as well as have been told that I’d been cursed for all the days of my existence. I sometimes regretted in a joke about why I even thought about pulling him into the world of the pros. If it meant that all we ever did was fight, then what was the point of being together?
Weren't we driving one another apart that way?
Somehow, it did. And in some way, in the end, it worked out too.
At the end of everything though, I simply couldn't let go.
Go took most of my life, but you, Hikaru-
"Oujisama! Oujisama!" someone said as soon as they entered the room. "It is time to wake up!"
I heard the sound of the curtains being pushed to their respective sides, but refused to get up. "Hikaru, why are you always so genki in the morning?"
Again, I groaned into my pillow while holding it over my head.
"Hikaru, you-" I stopped.
That isn't Hikaru's voice.
I took the pillow off my head while glancing from side to side. There was a smiling woman with a formal kimono standing by my bed."Oujisama, ohayou gozaimasu!" I thought I was dreaming when I saw myself in my room, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
It appeared askew.
Were we in a palace? But everything looks so archaic, yet very modern.
The only way to describe it was that it was a mix of the past and present.
This definitely had to be a dream...
...or at least that was what I hoped it was.
"Ow!" My arm throbbed in mild irritation at being pinched.
Calmly, I looked at the girl and sighed. I didn't know what was going on or if this was a joke, but if someone didn't tell me where Hikaru was, I was going to be VERY grumpy.
I was cordial, indifferent, and bearable most of the time, but put Hikaru into the picture and all my calm thoughts were as damned to the Lotus Pond as that Relena in Gundam Wing was to Heero. (I personally believed he was secretly dating Duo, but that was just my opinion. Anyway...)
"Hikaru….” I had to say his name aloud to dispel my uncertainty. “Where is Hikaru?"
"Hikaru...sama?" The girl squinted and then gave me a confused face. "There is no ‘Hikaru-sama’ here."
I nodded my head as I looked at her with my eyebrows touching one another.
How many times did I have to repeat myself?!
"Yes, of course I must be drunk..." I tried to reason to myself, sitting up with my face lightly burning. I didn't feel like explaining anything relating to my nakedness especially since I had drunk so much the night before 'Shindou-sama' tried one of his-Never mind.
Just thinking about it made me blush. He totally took advantage of my vulnerable state.
Damn that rival of mine...
But that was beside the point.
Whether this was a dream or a joke, I wasn't having fun either way.
I observed the room once more and rubbed my eyes.
The servant called Maya called another girl named Ari into the room. She shook her head as she folded her hands tightly. "Please calm down, Oujisama. There really is no one by the name of Hikaru-sama."
Getting up immediately, I wrapped the white sheets around my waist and looked at the two servants who had placed their gaze down to the floor.
I sighed. "Please tell father that I will be going out."
"But Oujisama, you have..." Maya said as she glanced at Ari in desperation. "...an omiai today. Miyako-sama is coming to visit you."
Shaking my head, I stubbornly said, "I will leave like this if I do not have my way. No one will stop me from leaving today."
They bowed as they both left my room and I was left there to look blankly at the walls.
I took a glimpse of the empty bed.
This had to be a dream. Why couldn't I wake up?
Damn it, I’m usually much better about this.
I never used to swear until you came into my life.
I sighed even more.
How could I have loved such rowdiness?
After dressing, I ordered Maya and Ari to leave me alone.
"But we must come with you, Oujisama!" Maya protested in exasperation.
"No."
With that final word, I left the house, despite everyone's chagrin rising behind me.
When I stepped outside, I felt a wave of relief. The serene wind felt comforting.
That household was so constraining that I almost couldn't breathe.
Wandering the narrow streets among the marketplace (which was weirdly still Tokyo), I leaned my head forward to cover my face a bit under the cloak.
If you’re not in there, then you must be somewhere out here.
You have to be.
Even within the multitudes of people, I can still feel you.
But where are you?!
In the end, I couldn't find him anywhere no matter how hard I tried.
It reminded me of the time he didn't come to the Wakajishisen. I was so upset that I pounded my hand on the wall. Maybe his friend Waya, who was standing behind me, thought I was doing it because Hikaru hadn’t shown up.
It was more than that.
Go didn't mean anything without him.
I had learned that by then, however Hikaru didn't quite think of it like that.
And when he said he wasn't going to play Go anymore, I freaked out. That's why I had shouted at him.
I wouldn't be able to find you if you didn't play Go, Hikaru.
Without it, I couldn't find you.
I didn't know why that was, but I knew that the answers laid there.
Filled with more determination, I desperately wandered over to a flowing river and sat down on the grass. I looked at my reflection and took a deep breath.
Oddly, I appeared a bit older than seventeen. People normally didn't dream that they were older, but of their current age.
My hair was longer and it touched half of my back. The tips were touching the water because I was leaning in too close.
"Hey! HEY!"
Suddenly, someone's hands pulled me backwards.
"That's a pretty lame way to commit suicide!" The boy sighed in relief.
As I turned around, my face instantly lit up as I heard Hikaru's voice.
There was no doubt about it!
With no discretion and relief encompassing every part of my heart, I hugged him tightly. "Hikaru! Where did you go, Hikaru?!"
"Huh?"
I pulled away, shaking his shoulders with trembling hands. "Why did you worry me?! Did you think it was funny to leave me?!"
Pushing himself away from me, he shook his head with horrified eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
His bangs were violet?
"Hikaru, why is your hair violet?"
Looking a bit closer, I saw that he had violet eyes also.
At that, the person with Hikaru's face shouted, "My brother's name is Hikaru. My name is Sai."
With frustration, he added as he crossed his arms, "Maybe I should’ve left you alone to kill yourself, you weirdo."
Shocked, I blinked at him incredulously. I didn't know if I was more hurt at the fact that it wasn't 'him' or the fact that he had insulted me.
With much uncertainty, I repeated his name to myself. "Sai?"
Wasn't that the name of the famous Internet go player my father and I had lost to?
"Please take me to your brother," I pleaded in a calm tone.
With eyes that I couldn't read, he told me, "You can't, Oujisama."
"Why?"
"He isn't here anymore."
I couldn’t hear anything after that.
It shocked me even more when his angry eyes wordlessly told me as if I were the cause of it.
My face went pale. And my heart cringed and twisted itself...
You could take anything away from me.
Even my life…
...but not Hikaru...
Never Hikaru…
To me, it equated to the same thing.
I knew the instant he stepped out of the Go salon that day five years ago...
His chaos disturbed my tranquility so seductively.
I pursued him not because of defeat, but I wanted him to follow me.
I didn't understand why I wanted him to.
I just knew he had to.
Because either way, I was going to make him remember me.
Tsuzuku.../ To be continued…
--
Author's note: I don't know why, but I had this strange obsession with putting their dialogue in Japanese. Or maybe it's related to the fact that Akira turns me on whenever he shouts at Hikaru. It's just the way he shouts. So sexy! Never shows any emotion except when it comes to Hikaru.
With this fic, I hope to go through a short spectrum of emotions before preceding towards the longer multi-chap of angst. You are so supportive and I had done only one part. ;_; I was so touched!
Even though the first part was very strange...
These days, like my Seishirou-centric fic called 'Rikoteki na yume' (selfish dream), I am aiming to evolve a different kind of story telling so that I can become more diverse. Hopefully, I will and chapters will be longer, even if it will take much more time to produce them. I am prolific, but trying very hard to produce quality fics (even if I am bad with grammar and proofreading) which have a set of different emotions from shocked to sad to happy to whatever as well as presenting different perspectives on life.
I've been personally struggling with some things so these feelings and thoughts have splattered all over my fics more than ever before.
oujisama - prince
omiai - formal marriage meeting
