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[Nov 21] [Initial D/Prince of Tennis/Hikago] Slip Roads 21/31
Title: Slip Roads 21/31
Day/Theme: 21 Nov/kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink and your thirst increases.
Series: Initial D/Prince of Tennis/Hikago
Character/Pairing: previous Takahashi Ryousuke/Fuji Yuuta
Rating: PG-13, references to incest between brothers
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That would teach him not to make assumptions.
Shindou realised that he had been thinking that Touya would be content to win his game and keep him and the old man from being too obvious. In fact, he had been assuming that Touya would be content to just be there, still with his silent support.
Was he ever wrong!
They had started out playing even games with the Akatsuki team, and while Shindou admitted privately that his opponent was no slouch, he had been able to win the game fast enough. Not too surprising--Shindou would not have been too surprised to find a genius hiding in the depths of Gunma, but the odds were against it--and not that he wanted to boast about his skills, but the other man was an amateur.
Kuwabara, too, had won his game, complete with smirk. So did Touya (without the smirk).
It was Touya who surprised them all. Then again, when it came to Go, Touya had no problem pushing for what he wanted at all. It was something he had always known about Touya, something he knew so well that he sometimes took it for granted and forgot that Touya was this determined, brilliant player, until he remembered it again. Such as at times like this.
They were on the second round. "-And this time, you can take a handicap," he said. He figured he had better start small.
The shouts of astonishment and even offended pride made it tempting for him to grin. The thrill of a challenge was making him laugh inside, and he rubbed the side of his fan for good luck.
"Are you insulting us?" one of the other customers asked.
"Oh, no," Shindou said, keeping his expression earnest. "Please, you know that we're pros. It wouldn't be fair for us to play with you without a handicap. We only had the first game so that we could determine your level."
"Hm," the customer subsided, his forehead wrinkled in thought.
Shindou looked around at Kuwabara, Touya and the watching customers, then nodded at his own opponent. "Kakashi-san, how about it? Please let me know how many stones you need."
The 5-dan who was Touya's opponent--Uchiha Sasuke or something like that--spoke up, "I don't need a handicap." He was staring at Touya as he spoke, his eyes narrowed, haughty.
Shindou reacted to his hostile tone before he could help himself. "Hey, you-"
Without looking away from Uchiha, Touya reached out with a hand and touched Shindou once, on the arm.
Shindou subsided, staring. He sensed that Kuwabara was studying them too, and a quick glance showed him that the old man had his amused expression so firmly fixed on his face that butter probably would not melt there, not in a million years.
"We're both pros," Uchiha said--spat, rather.
Well, that was true. But he was only 5-dan, and while as a rule most of the time, pros didn't offer one another handicaps, there was the fact that they had sprung the tournament on Uchiha and his customers without any preparation--and they hadn't come clean about their own playing levels.
"Are you certain, Uchiha-san?" Touya asked, his voice slow, sounding for all the world like he was only just taking his opponent seriously now.
Shindou clutched his fan, as though for self-protection. He had not often heard Touya speak like that for ages; most of the pros that played with Touya these days knew better than to regard him lightly or with contempt, as this Uchiha seemed to be doing.
"Yes. I know what I did wrong just now. I won't make the same mistake again," Uchiha said. The man standing behind him, alike enough in feature for Shindou to guess that he was probably a relative, most likely a brother, twitched at that.
Touya continued to look at him--the whole Go salon was hushed--until he finally nodded. "Very well." Only then did he turn to the rest of them. "Shall we begin?"
Shindou looked at him in admiration. Of course, there were times when Touya's more sober moments tickled him because he seemed like a miniature version of Touya-sensei that way, and while he enjoyed getting Touya all riled up and red-faced by insulting his Go, it was impressive to see his rival switch on that control and instantly act like the zen master of Go, or something. Beside him, he could hear Kuwabara say something about punks. "Yup," he replied, then paused as a thought struck him. "Er-" he bit his lip as he turned back to his opponent.
Kakashi, who had glanced from him to Touya and back again. "Boyfriends, definitely," he said in a decisive voice, and rather surprisingly--reminding him just a bit of Kuwabara--leered at him.
"But-" A long explanation unfolded in his mind about how they were rivals and not boyfriends, and that while they had definitely thought about it now and then--probably more on Touya's part than on his--they had yet to set foot in that direction, though Shindou was still trying to make himself believe that Sai, were he to see this, would cheer him on in that over-excited way of his, and when that belief settled, they would. But it was too much to tell a stranger, so Shindou ended up with his mouth half opened, staring.
"If I may, Shindou-san, I think four stones are enough for me," Kakashi said.
Shindou blinked at that. "Uh, sure," he managed to say.
Kuwabara snorted beside him. "Mind you don't lose, Shindou, with your mind half in the clouds." The Go board in front of him had six stones, the handicap that his opponent had evidently requested.
"S-speak for yourself, old man," Shindou recovered enough to make a face at Kuwabara, then laid out the four stones, and exchanged go-ke with Kakashi, ignoring the man's fake-quizzical, knowing expression. "Right, we're ready," he said, and finally dared to look at Touya.
Touya was blushing.
No, wait. That was not a blush. Shindou was familiar with Touya's facial expressions, however slight--they played Go, after all: observation of one's opponent was just one of the many skills one picked up quickly enough--and when Touya blushed, his cheeks turned pink. And when he was angry, there was just a hint of colour at his cheekbones, while his lips went flat. Proof that he was about to rend someone from limb to limb. Figuratively speaking, of course.
"What did you say?" Touya asked Uchiha.
Shindou listened avidly to the answer. Then he exclaimed, "Why, you little-"
Uchiha, who seemed to have no idea of the danger he could face at Touya's hands, repeated, "I said, 'Which of you is the girl?'"
There were no more sniggers, unlike the first and second times he had said it, Shindou noted. Touya's forbidding glare probably had something to do with it.
Shindou was waiting for Touya's reaction. He found himself holding his fan, and he had to set it down before he destroyed it by crushing it to small pieces out of agitation.
Uchiha's brother seemed to give a sigh, before he turned to them. "I'm sorry, Touya-san, Shindou-san. My brother-"
"Shut up, Itachi," Uchiha said. "You can't talk. You aren't even a pro."
Touya seemed to straighten even more. "You can't win a game by insults, Uchiha-san."
That only seemed to inflame the player even more. "Who says I was doing that?" he asked. "I was only asking a simply question." He stopped when Touya shook his head.
"No," Touya said, not looking away from him. "You were insulting and trying to rattle me with your words. That won't work."
Then, before Shindou realised what was happening, Touya had turned towards him, leaning far closer than he had when he touched Shindou just now. The slightly larger sleeves of the No. 5 T-shirt flipped back to reveal pale tan lines across his biceps, proving that Touya did wear T-shirts at least some of the time, before he raised an arm towards Shindou and put it on his shoulders, pulling the two of them together. He was very close, Shindou thought with bemusement, and so caught up were his thoughts on this closeness that he didn't at first realise what had happened.
By then, Touya's arm had left his shoulders and he was seated primly in his chair again.
Shindou's voice came out in a croak. Even his neck felt warm. "Touya, did you-"
Kuwabara continued the rest of it for him. "Did he kiss you? Sure he did." He cackled. "Touya-kun, you have to do better than a little peck like that next time."
"I will keep that in mind," Touya said. "Let's play Go first."
Only his devotion to Go and the ingrained habit of playing Go had allowed Shindou to start the game. After a few stares, Uchiha had started the game with Touya. Shindou had no doubt he would win. As for him, he thought that it was going to take some effort to win this game. The kiss was too brief, he needed more to know if he really liked it, he thought. But he had always thought he and Touya were going to wait...
Kakashi finally said, "You keep touching your lips, Shindou-san."
"Huh? Oh." Shindou kept his hands on his fan after that.
(tbc)
Day/Theme: 21 Nov/kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink and your thirst increases.
Series: Initial D/Prince of Tennis/Hikago
Character/Pairing: previous Takahashi Ryousuke/Fuji Yuuta
Rating: PG-13, references to incest between brothers
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That would teach him not to make assumptions.
Shindou realised that he had been thinking that Touya would be content to win his game and keep him and the old man from being too obvious. In fact, he had been assuming that Touya would be content to just be there, still with his silent support.
Was he ever wrong!
They had started out playing even games with the Akatsuki team, and while Shindou admitted privately that his opponent was no slouch, he had been able to win the game fast enough. Not too surprising--Shindou would not have been too surprised to find a genius hiding in the depths of Gunma, but the odds were against it--and not that he wanted to boast about his skills, but the other man was an amateur.
Kuwabara, too, had won his game, complete with smirk. So did Touya (without the smirk).
It was Touya who surprised them all. Then again, when it came to Go, Touya had no problem pushing for what he wanted at all. It was something he had always known about Touya, something he knew so well that he sometimes took it for granted and forgot that Touya was this determined, brilliant player, until he remembered it again. Such as at times like this.
They were on the second round. "-And this time, you can take a handicap," he said. He figured he had better start small.
The shouts of astonishment and even offended pride made it tempting for him to grin. The thrill of a challenge was making him laugh inside, and he rubbed the side of his fan for good luck.
"Are you insulting us?" one of the other customers asked.
"Oh, no," Shindou said, keeping his expression earnest. "Please, you know that we're pros. It wouldn't be fair for us to play with you without a handicap. We only had the first game so that we could determine your level."
"Hm," the customer subsided, his forehead wrinkled in thought.
Shindou looked around at Kuwabara, Touya and the watching customers, then nodded at his own opponent. "Kakashi-san, how about it? Please let me know how many stones you need."
The 5-dan who was Touya's opponent--Uchiha Sasuke or something like that--spoke up, "I don't need a handicap." He was staring at Touya as he spoke, his eyes narrowed, haughty.
Shindou reacted to his hostile tone before he could help himself. "Hey, you-"
Without looking away from Uchiha, Touya reached out with a hand and touched Shindou once, on the arm.
Shindou subsided, staring. He sensed that Kuwabara was studying them too, and a quick glance showed him that the old man had his amused expression so firmly fixed on his face that butter probably would not melt there, not in a million years.
"We're both pros," Uchiha said--spat, rather.
Well, that was true. But he was only 5-dan, and while as a rule most of the time, pros didn't offer one another handicaps, there was the fact that they had sprung the tournament on Uchiha and his customers without any preparation--and they hadn't come clean about their own playing levels.
"Are you certain, Uchiha-san?" Touya asked, his voice slow, sounding for all the world like he was only just taking his opponent seriously now.
Shindou clutched his fan, as though for self-protection. He had not often heard Touya speak like that for ages; most of the pros that played with Touya these days knew better than to regard him lightly or with contempt, as this Uchiha seemed to be doing.
"Yes. I know what I did wrong just now. I won't make the same mistake again," Uchiha said. The man standing behind him, alike enough in feature for Shindou to guess that he was probably a relative, most likely a brother, twitched at that.
Touya continued to look at him--the whole Go salon was hushed--until he finally nodded. "Very well." Only then did he turn to the rest of them. "Shall we begin?"
Shindou looked at him in admiration. Of course, there were times when Touya's more sober moments tickled him because he seemed like a miniature version of Touya-sensei that way, and while he enjoyed getting Touya all riled up and red-faced by insulting his Go, it was impressive to see his rival switch on that control and instantly act like the zen master of Go, or something. Beside him, he could hear Kuwabara say something about punks. "Yup," he replied, then paused as a thought struck him. "Er-" he bit his lip as he turned back to his opponent.
Kakashi, who had glanced from him to Touya and back again. "Boyfriends, definitely," he said in a decisive voice, and rather surprisingly--reminding him just a bit of Kuwabara--leered at him.
"But-" A long explanation unfolded in his mind about how they were rivals and not boyfriends, and that while they had definitely thought about it now and then--probably more on Touya's part than on his--they had yet to set foot in that direction, though Shindou was still trying to make himself believe that Sai, were he to see this, would cheer him on in that over-excited way of his, and when that belief settled, they would. But it was too much to tell a stranger, so Shindou ended up with his mouth half opened, staring.
"If I may, Shindou-san, I think four stones are enough for me," Kakashi said.
Shindou blinked at that. "Uh, sure," he managed to say.
Kuwabara snorted beside him. "Mind you don't lose, Shindou, with your mind half in the clouds." The Go board in front of him had six stones, the handicap that his opponent had evidently requested.
"S-speak for yourself, old man," Shindou recovered enough to make a face at Kuwabara, then laid out the four stones, and exchanged go-ke with Kakashi, ignoring the man's fake-quizzical, knowing expression. "Right, we're ready," he said, and finally dared to look at Touya.
Touya was blushing.
No, wait. That was not a blush. Shindou was familiar with Touya's facial expressions, however slight--they played Go, after all: observation of one's opponent was just one of the many skills one picked up quickly enough--and when Touya blushed, his cheeks turned pink. And when he was angry, there was just a hint of colour at his cheekbones, while his lips went flat. Proof that he was about to rend someone from limb to limb. Figuratively speaking, of course.
"What did you say?" Touya asked Uchiha.
Shindou listened avidly to the answer. Then he exclaimed, "Why, you little-"
Uchiha, who seemed to have no idea of the danger he could face at Touya's hands, repeated, "I said, 'Which of you is the girl?'"
There were no more sniggers, unlike the first and second times he had said it, Shindou noted. Touya's forbidding glare probably had something to do with it.
Shindou was waiting for Touya's reaction. He found himself holding his fan, and he had to set it down before he destroyed it by crushing it to small pieces out of agitation.
Uchiha's brother seemed to give a sigh, before he turned to them. "I'm sorry, Touya-san, Shindou-san. My brother-"
"Shut up, Itachi," Uchiha said. "You can't talk. You aren't even a pro."
Touya seemed to straighten even more. "You can't win a game by insults, Uchiha-san."
That only seemed to inflame the player even more. "Who says I was doing that?" he asked. "I was only asking a simply question." He stopped when Touya shook his head.
"No," Touya said, not looking away from him. "You were insulting and trying to rattle me with your words. That won't work."
Then, before Shindou realised what was happening, Touya had turned towards him, leaning far closer than he had when he touched Shindou just now. The slightly larger sleeves of the No. 5 T-shirt flipped back to reveal pale tan lines across his biceps, proving that Touya did wear T-shirts at least some of the time, before he raised an arm towards Shindou and put it on his shoulders, pulling the two of them together. He was very close, Shindou thought with bemusement, and so caught up were his thoughts on this closeness that he didn't at first realise what had happened.
By then, Touya's arm had left his shoulders and he was seated primly in his chair again.
Shindou's voice came out in a croak. Even his neck felt warm. "Touya, did you-"
Kuwabara continued the rest of it for him. "Did he kiss you? Sure he did." He cackled. "Touya-kun, you have to do better than a little peck like that next time."
"I will keep that in mind," Touya said. "Let's play Go first."
Only his devotion to Go and the ingrained habit of playing Go had allowed Shindou to start the game. After a few stares, Uchiha had started the game with Touya. Shindou had no doubt he would win. As for him, he thought that it was going to take some effort to win this game. The kiss was too brief, he needed more to know if he really liked it, he thought. But he had always thought he and Touya were going to wait...
Kakashi finally said, "You keep touching your lips, Shindou-san."
"Huh? Oh." Shindou kept his hands on his fan after that.
(tbc)