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[15 Sept] [Hikaru no Go] And the Waves Crashed on the Goban 15/?
Title: And the Waves Crashed on the Goban 15/?
Day/Theme: 15 Sept/Your secret of a clandestine autumn
Series: Hikaru no Go
Character/Pairing: Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: Short sex scene
(Three years ago.)
Autumn in Beijing provided a respite from the scorching summer heat and the blinding dust-storms. The locals didn't mind lingering outside, so that even at nine in the evening, the streets were still full of people.
Le Ping did look older, Isumi thought. Gone was the happy smile Le Ping had always worn around him. His face looked smaller, like that of a child--or that of an wizened old man--though he still moved the way Isumi recognized, rapid and determined. He didn't look back.
Isumi followed without a word. Apart from his earlier exclamation when he finally ran into Le Ping, he didn't know what to say, but he knew he could not let Le Ping leave his sight again. He walked along the same path, several paces behind, crossed the same roads (without even looking at the traffic) and climbed the same steps up a bridge and down again. Occasionally he pushed aside a local or two with barely an apology, in order to keep Le Ping in his line of sight.
He took the same bus Le Ping did, fumbling in his pocket for the right fare, and sat down behind Le Ping, though he did not speak. He kept sneaking looks at Le Ping, as though to assure himself that he hadn't lost him. Le Ping looked out of the window, his face impassive.
"Y-you are only eighteen," Isumi had stammered a few months ago.
"I'm old enough to know what I want." He didn't shout that time--just looked at Isumi with a pained look in his face. "But you don't believe me."
"I-"
"I'm going back to China."
He hadn't really believed it, but it was true; he woke up and found that Le Ping had left.
Yang Hai had replied to his anxious messages after two days--two days in which Isumi seriously contemplated chucking all his game obligations to take a flight to Beijing--that yes, Le Ping was back, but he had gone back to his hometown in Yunan. He didn't want to see Isumi.
Because Yang Hai had counselled patience, Isumi had waited, and waited... until the leaves turned red in the countryside and his heart ached because Le Ping was not here to see them with him. He had postponed his games and bought a ticket on the first available flight to Beijing.
Le Ping stood up, surprising him, so that he had to scramble and edge out of his seat after him. The bus screeched to a stop--bus drivers in Beijing drove as though they were in a race--and Le Ping alighted. Isumi followed.
It was a part of Beijing that Isumi had not seen before, though he guessed that they were near the universities. They walked without words, until they came to a small apartment block. Le Ping entered without hesitation. They climbed the stairs, only three feet apart and six years apart. On the third floor, Le Ping pulled out a key and opened it. He gave no indication that he noticed Isumi's presence at all.
But then someone pulled Isumi inside, pushed him against the door and a tongue pushed its way between Isumi's lips, and it was Le Ping.
It was Le Ping who closed the door, Le Ping who ran his hands down Isumi back, and Le Ping who led Isumi into a bedroom. It was Le Ping who pulled off Isumi's T-shirt and undid his jeans. It was Le Ping who kissed his way down to Isumi's stomach to Isumi's erection, and wrapped his lips around it. It was Le Ping, and Isumi could not get enough of him.
Yet in the morning, it was as though Le Ping had disappeared into thin air. Isumi woke up, still exhausted from a whole day of searching, to find him gone. He was not in the apartment, but it was Le Ping's apartment: the goban showed Isumi's most recent game in Japan with Touya Akira.
After a bewildered search, he had returned to his hotel by taxi and after a clean-up, he went to the Qi Yuan and found Yang Hai, who was not at any tournament at all as he claimed but was entering something that looked like kifu data into a computer.
"Good morning," Yang Hai said, after a brief glance at him, and turned his attention back to the computer. "Did you find him?"
Isumi wasn't sure whether to threaten him, hit him, or beg him.
"Oh, you must have found him," Yang Hai said a moment later.
"Yang Hai, I can't believe you-what are you doing?" His curiosity got the better of him.
Yang Hai glanced at him. "You know a Net Go player called Sai? He's supposed to be from Japan. This is his kifu. I'm entering his data into my computer."
"What-why?"
"Because I'm trying to see if I can create a program that can play Go, using Sai's data," Yang Hai said patiently. "It's part of my project to build a computer that can play Go."
"That's-" he stopped short of saying impossible, and asked, "Where's Le Ping?"
Yang Hai shrugged. "Don't worry. He's all right."
"But-"
"Just go home, Isumi," Yang Hai stopped what he was doing to look at him. "I'm trying to find the Hand of God here, and you're distracting me. Le Ping is fine. Go back to Japan first."
He did as Yang Hai said, eventually. Back to his life and its busy schedule of games and teaching duties. Autumn was the beginning of the title season, and he had more games than he knew what to do with.
At night, he lay in bed and dreamt of Le Ping.
Day/Theme: 15 Sept/Your secret of a clandestine autumn
Series: Hikaru no Go
Character/Pairing: Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: Short sex scene
(Three years ago.)
Autumn in Beijing provided a respite from the scorching summer heat and the blinding dust-storms. The locals didn't mind lingering outside, so that even at nine in the evening, the streets were still full of people.
Le Ping did look older, Isumi thought. Gone was the happy smile Le Ping had always worn around him. His face looked smaller, like that of a child--or that of an wizened old man--though he still moved the way Isumi recognized, rapid and determined. He didn't look back.
Isumi followed without a word. Apart from his earlier exclamation when he finally ran into Le Ping, he didn't know what to say, but he knew he could not let Le Ping leave his sight again. He walked along the same path, several paces behind, crossed the same roads (without even looking at the traffic) and climbed the same steps up a bridge and down again. Occasionally he pushed aside a local or two with barely an apology, in order to keep Le Ping in his line of sight.
He took the same bus Le Ping did, fumbling in his pocket for the right fare, and sat down behind Le Ping, though he did not speak. He kept sneaking looks at Le Ping, as though to assure himself that he hadn't lost him. Le Ping looked out of the window, his face impassive.
"Y-you are only eighteen," Isumi had stammered a few months ago.
"I'm old enough to know what I want." He didn't shout that time--just looked at Isumi with a pained look in his face. "But you don't believe me."
"I-"
"I'm going back to China."
He hadn't really believed it, but it was true; he woke up and found that Le Ping had left.
Yang Hai had replied to his anxious messages after two days--two days in which Isumi seriously contemplated chucking all his game obligations to take a flight to Beijing--that yes, Le Ping was back, but he had gone back to his hometown in Yunan. He didn't want to see Isumi.
Because Yang Hai had counselled patience, Isumi had waited, and waited... until the leaves turned red in the countryside and his heart ached because Le Ping was not here to see them with him. He had postponed his games and bought a ticket on the first available flight to Beijing.
Le Ping stood up, surprising him, so that he had to scramble and edge out of his seat after him. The bus screeched to a stop--bus drivers in Beijing drove as though they were in a race--and Le Ping alighted. Isumi followed.
It was a part of Beijing that Isumi had not seen before, though he guessed that they were near the universities. They walked without words, until they came to a small apartment block. Le Ping entered without hesitation. They climbed the stairs, only three feet apart and six years apart. On the third floor, Le Ping pulled out a key and opened it. He gave no indication that he noticed Isumi's presence at all.
But then someone pulled Isumi inside, pushed him against the door and a tongue pushed its way between Isumi's lips, and it was Le Ping.
It was Le Ping who closed the door, Le Ping who ran his hands down Isumi back, and Le Ping who led Isumi into a bedroom. It was Le Ping who pulled off Isumi's T-shirt and undid his jeans. It was Le Ping who kissed his way down to Isumi's stomach to Isumi's erection, and wrapped his lips around it. It was Le Ping, and Isumi could not get enough of him.
Yet in the morning, it was as though Le Ping had disappeared into thin air. Isumi woke up, still exhausted from a whole day of searching, to find him gone. He was not in the apartment, but it was Le Ping's apartment: the goban showed Isumi's most recent game in Japan with Touya Akira.
After a bewildered search, he had returned to his hotel by taxi and after a clean-up, he went to the Qi Yuan and found Yang Hai, who was not at any tournament at all as he claimed but was entering something that looked like kifu data into a computer.
"Good morning," Yang Hai said, after a brief glance at him, and turned his attention back to the computer. "Did you find him?"
Isumi wasn't sure whether to threaten him, hit him, or beg him.
"Oh, you must have found him," Yang Hai said a moment later.
"Yang Hai, I can't believe you-what are you doing?" His curiosity got the better of him.
Yang Hai glanced at him. "You know a Net Go player called Sai? He's supposed to be from Japan. This is his kifu. I'm entering his data into my computer."
"What-why?"
"Because I'm trying to see if I can create a program that can play Go, using Sai's data," Yang Hai said patiently. "It's part of my project to build a computer that can play Go."
"That's-" he stopped short of saying impossible, and asked, "Where's Le Ping?"
Yang Hai shrugged. "Don't worry. He's all right."
"But-"
"Just go home, Isumi," Yang Hai stopped what he was doing to look at him. "I'm trying to find the Hand of God here, and you're distracting me. Le Ping is fine. Go back to Japan first."
He did as Yang Hai said, eventually. Back to his life and its busy schedule of games and teaching duties. Autumn was the beginning of the title season, and he had more games than he knew what to do with.
At night, he lay in bed and dreamt of Le Ping.