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[19 Sept] [Hikaru no Go] And the Waves Crashed on the Goban 19/?
Title: And the Waves Crashed on the Goban 19?
Day/Theme: 19 Sept/The hustle and bustle of the traffic greets you
Series: Hikaru no Go
Character/Pairing: Hikaru/Akira, Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: General
"The Go Institute's that way, Kaga."
Despite the fact that Shindou was in the back seat, Kaga managed to reach around and plant a not-so-gentle punch on his shoulder. "That's Kaga-senpai to you," he said. He caught Shindou's gaze in the backview mirror. "Or Kaga-sensei, if you prefer," he smirked. Shindou was not the only one who made a living playing board games.
"Kaga-senpai."
Still the stubborn kid he'd known in junior high. "Che, you're stuck respecting me either way," he said. "I'm still your senior, you-"
"Kaga-senpai, t-that bus!"
Rolling his eyes at the excitability of some people, Kaga put on a burst of speed, and overtook the bus that had been trying to move into his lane. "Stupid bus drivers," he muttered, and glanced at Shindou again. The kid--no longer a kid, actually--was looking pale. At this rate, he was going to lose his game. "What happened to the maniac who knocked you down, anyway?"
"Huh?" Shindou finally took his gaze off the windscreen, to Kaga's regret. He had been about to ask Shindou in his best sarcastic tone, if he would like to watch the traffic for him. "Uh, you know about my accident?"
Kaga snorted. "Egoistic, aren't we? You were walking on crutches, I might remind you. And before I forget, don't forget to take those things with you when you get off. They're unlucky."
"As though I can get around without them," Shindou retorted.
The kid had spirit, Kaga thought. He expected that from someone who managed to stay calm even though he was fifteen minutes late to a title game. They continued in companionable silence for the next few minutes, before Shindou offered, "It wasn't his fault--I was the one who appeared in front of him, out of the blue."
"And how did something that stupid happen?" Kaga asked. Funny, the kid didn't look brain damaged, though it was hard to tell; just look at the way his skills had manifested--or not--during that time they tried to fake their way through the school Go tournament. On and off, like a malfunctioning light bulb.
Shindou looked as though he was dredging up unhappy memories, but he answered anyway (that seniority was good for something after all). "I was talking to a friend, and we didn't watch where we were going," he said.
On second thought, put in a positive for brain damage, Kaga thought. There was something Shindou wasn't saying. "What were you talking about, anyway, to make you careless like that?"
Shindou's expression turned stubborn in the rearview mirror, meaning he wasn't going to explain.
Kaga thought about it. He wasn't stupid; and though his current area of concentration was shogi, he still read Go-orgeous--it featured a lot of female pros--once in a while. (Which was to say, he read it at the newsstand, making sure to crumple it as he put it back so it would be unsaleable.) "It was something to do with Sai," he said.
Shindou's eyes widened a fraction. "Yes, but how-" he stopped. "Kaga-senpai, I didn't know you were so interested in Go gossip," he said instead, his expression becoming amused.
Damn kid, counterattacking and sassing his senpai like that. Those Go reflexes were influencing his personality for the worse. "It got my attention because I've heard the name Sai before, in relation to you."
It was interesting, the way Shindou's eyes widened and his face pale. "W-what?"
"You talk to yourself a lot as a kid, don't you know?" Kaga said. He dodged a passel of motorcycles, congratulating himself on remaining calm. He never forgot the day he had stumbled upon Shindou on the rooftop while hiding from the vice principal, and heard Shindou talk into the thin air, whining 'Sai' at every other turn. It had made his hair stand on end. "I overhear a lot of things," he said casually.
Shindou was paler than ever.
Shit, at this rate he was really going to lose. "Relax," he said. "It's not as though I'm going to be telling anyone else. It was a long time ago."
"They think I'm Sai," Shindou said after a while.
"And are you?"
"No."
Kaga had decided long ago that either Shindou was delusional, or he was talking to someone--something--that couldn't be seen by other humans. It was his fervent belief that Go invited all kinds of attention, some of it not of this world. It was the mystical nature of the game. "Then it's the other kind," he decided, more to himself than to Shindou.
Shindou raised his head at that. "What?"
Thank goodness the lunchtime traffic crowd was fading. With a shrug, Kaga swerved his car towards the entrance of the Go Institute. "Nothing," he said. "You're late for your game, kid. Go on, get out."
Shindou gave him another look, but gathered his crutches. "Thanks for the lift, Kaga-senpai," he said.
"Yeah, yeah."
Shindou opened the door, and climbed out slowly.
Kaga squinted at the small group of people who had been gathered in front, and now approached Shindou. "Shit, is that-" he undid his seatbelt and got out of the car.
Shindou was now standing beside a man his own age who wore a pale blue suit with a black tie. They seemed to be talking anxiously, and looked up when Kaga approached.
"You're Touya Akira," Kaga said without preamble, directing his words at the man beside Shindou.
Touya bowed to him. "Thank you for helping Shindou to get here," he said. "We hadn't expected the car we arranged to break down suddenly-"
Kaga pointed at Shindou. "You're playing Touya Akira? You better beat him, kid, or I'm coming after you." Then he got into his car, ready to dive back into the traffic.
Day/Theme: 19 Sept/The hustle and bustle of the traffic greets you
Series: Hikaru no Go
Character/Pairing: Hikaru/Akira, Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: General
"The Go Institute's that way, Kaga."
Despite the fact that Shindou was in the back seat, Kaga managed to reach around and plant a not-so-gentle punch on his shoulder. "That's Kaga-senpai to you," he said. He caught Shindou's gaze in the backview mirror. "Or Kaga-sensei, if you prefer," he smirked. Shindou was not the only one who made a living playing board games.
"Kaga-senpai."
Still the stubborn kid he'd known in junior high. "Che, you're stuck respecting me either way," he said. "I'm still your senior, you-"
"Kaga-senpai, t-that bus!"
Rolling his eyes at the excitability of some people, Kaga put on a burst of speed, and overtook the bus that had been trying to move into his lane. "Stupid bus drivers," he muttered, and glanced at Shindou again. The kid--no longer a kid, actually--was looking pale. At this rate, he was going to lose his game. "What happened to the maniac who knocked you down, anyway?"
"Huh?" Shindou finally took his gaze off the windscreen, to Kaga's regret. He had been about to ask Shindou in his best sarcastic tone, if he would like to watch the traffic for him. "Uh, you know about my accident?"
Kaga snorted. "Egoistic, aren't we? You were walking on crutches, I might remind you. And before I forget, don't forget to take those things with you when you get off. They're unlucky."
"As though I can get around without them," Shindou retorted.
The kid had spirit, Kaga thought. He expected that from someone who managed to stay calm even though he was fifteen minutes late to a title game. They continued in companionable silence for the next few minutes, before Shindou offered, "It wasn't his fault--I was the one who appeared in front of him, out of the blue."
"And how did something that stupid happen?" Kaga asked. Funny, the kid didn't look brain damaged, though it was hard to tell; just look at the way his skills had manifested--or not--during that time they tried to fake their way through the school Go tournament. On and off, like a malfunctioning light bulb.
Shindou looked as though he was dredging up unhappy memories, but he answered anyway (that seniority was good for something after all). "I was talking to a friend, and we didn't watch where we were going," he said.
On second thought, put in a positive for brain damage, Kaga thought. There was something Shindou wasn't saying. "What were you talking about, anyway, to make you careless like that?"
Shindou's expression turned stubborn in the rearview mirror, meaning he wasn't going to explain.
Kaga thought about it. He wasn't stupid; and though his current area of concentration was shogi, he still read Go-orgeous--it featured a lot of female pros--once in a while. (Which was to say, he read it at the newsstand, making sure to crumple it as he put it back so it would be unsaleable.) "It was something to do with Sai," he said.
Shindou's eyes widened a fraction. "Yes, but how-" he stopped. "Kaga-senpai, I didn't know you were so interested in Go gossip," he said instead, his expression becoming amused.
Damn kid, counterattacking and sassing his senpai like that. Those Go reflexes were influencing his personality for the worse. "It got my attention because I've heard the name Sai before, in relation to you."
It was interesting, the way Shindou's eyes widened and his face pale. "W-what?"
"You talk to yourself a lot as a kid, don't you know?" Kaga said. He dodged a passel of motorcycles, congratulating himself on remaining calm. He never forgot the day he had stumbled upon Shindou on the rooftop while hiding from the vice principal, and heard Shindou talk into the thin air, whining 'Sai' at every other turn. It had made his hair stand on end. "I overhear a lot of things," he said casually.
Shindou was paler than ever.
Shit, at this rate he was really going to lose. "Relax," he said. "It's not as though I'm going to be telling anyone else. It was a long time ago."
"They think I'm Sai," Shindou said after a while.
"And are you?"
"No."
Kaga had decided long ago that either Shindou was delusional, or he was talking to someone--something--that couldn't be seen by other humans. It was his fervent belief that Go invited all kinds of attention, some of it not of this world. It was the mystical nature of the game. "Then it's the other kind," he decided, more to himself than to Shindou.
Shindou raised his head at that. "What?"
Thank goodness the lunchtime traffic crowd was fading. With a shrug, Kaga swerved his car towards the entrance of the Go Institute. "Nothing," he said. "You're late for your game, kid. Go on, get out."
Shindou gave him another look, but gathered his crutches. "Thanks for the lift, Kaga-senpai," he said.
"Yeah, yeah."
Shindou opened the door, and climbed out slowly.
Kaga squinted at the small group of people who had been gathered in front, and now approached Shindou. "Shit, is that-" he undid his seatbelt and got out of the car.
Shindou was now standing beside a man his own age who wore a pale blue suit with a black tie. They seemed to be talking anxiously, and looked up when Kaga approached.
"You're Touya Akira," Kaga said without preamble, directing his words at the man beside Shindou.
Touya bowed to him. "Thank you for helping Shindou to get here," he said. "We hadn't expected the car we arranged to break down suddenly-"
Kaga pointed at Shindou. "You're playing Touya Akira? You better beat him, kid, or I'm coming after you." Then he got into his car, ready to dive back into the traffic.