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[9 Nov] [Hikaru no Go] The Shape of the Stone 4/10
Title: The Shape of the Stones 4/10
Day/Theme: 9 Nov/ scattered pearls
Series: Hikaru no go
Character/Pairing: Isumi/Waya, future Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: General
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When he got back, Waya was cleaning up the living room.
He went to his room, not saying a word. Waya had insisted on separate rooms, always terrified that someone might come and check their apartment. He had objected, but had been overruled. Now, he was irrationally relieved about it. It was comforting to have his own space.
He could hear Waya walking past his door, which was ajar. Footsteps slowed down just outside, and paused. He looked up, but the footsteps resumed, moving down the length of the hall to Waya’s own room.
After long moments, he sat down before his Go board. Le Ping had been more sensitive than he expected, on the way to the hotel; he had pretended to ignore the tense atmosphere and only talked of Go and his invitation from the Japanese Go Institute. Possibly the hasty, whispered conversation between him and Yang Hai in the taxi had something to do with it.
In any case, both Chinese pros were tactful enough not to say anything, and Yang Hai even assured him that the two of them could find their way around Tokyo on their own, leaving him free to come home.
He started re-playing the final game for the Meijin title--given to him by Waya only the day before--so that the dance of Shindou’s quirky hands and Touya’s classical play could make him forget.
The ‘Meijin rivals’, as Go Weekly had dubbed them, always played mesmerizing Go. Shindou and Touya tussled over the Meijin title yearly; the loser would obtain another title (usually whichever Ogata was holding), which would goad the winner, and the race would replay with renewed intensity the following year.
He greatly admired Shindou and Touya; once the dust had settled over the first frenzied struggle for the Meijin title, the two of them had simply moved in together, and dared anyone else to make a disparaging remark. Some had, but soon, newer, more interesting news had emerged (like Ogata getting married) and public attention had pulled away from them.
Waya had been scornful.
He had hidden his admiration after that, like a man with secret treasure. Shindou and Touya’s example was something Waya would never consider.
Waya would never stoop to pick up what lay shining for all to see, for he was too intent on finding a less risky path.
He replayed the kifu, letting the rhythm calm him. He couldn’t help thinking that he needed to talk to Shindou: Shindou was the only other person who had played as intently with Kuwabara as he had.
Waya did not want to talk about Go with him anymore.
-------tbc-------
Day/Theme: 9 Nov/ scattered pearls
Series: Hikaru no go
Character/Pairing: Isumi/Waya, future Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: General
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When he got back, Waya was cleaning up the living room.
He went to his room, not saying a word. Waya had insisted on separate rooms, always terrified that someone might come and check their apartment. He had objected, but had been overruled. Now, he was irrationally relieved about it. It was comforting to have his own space.
He could hear Waya walking past his door, which was ajar. Footsteps slowed down just outside, and paused. He looked up, but the footsteps resumed, moving down the length of the hall to Waya’s own room.
After long moments, he sat down before his Go board. Le Ping had been more sensitive than he expected, on the way to the hotel; he had pretended to ignore the tense atmosphere and only talked of Go and his invitation from the Japanese Go Institute. Possibly the hasty, whispered conversation between him and Yang Hai in the taxi had something to do with it.
In any case, both Chinese pros were tactful enough not to say anything, and Yang Hai even assured him that the two of them could find their way around Tokyo on their own, leaving him free to come home.
He started re-playing the final game for the Meijin title--given to him by Waya only the day before--so that the dance of Shindou’s quirky hands and Touya’s classical play could make him forget.
The ‘Meijin rivals’, as Go Weekly had dubbed them, always played mesmerizing Go. Shindou and Touya tussled over the Meijin title yearly; the loser would obtain another title (usually whichever Ogata was holding), which would goad the winner, and the race would replay with renewed intensity the following year.
He greatly admired Shindou and Touya; once the dust had settled over the first frenzied struggle for the Meijin title, the two of them had simply moved in together, and dared anyone else to make a disparaging remark. Some had, but soon, newer, more interesting news had emerged (like Ogata getting married) and public attention had pulled away from them.
Waya had been scornful.
He had hidden his admiration after that, like a man with secret treasure. Shindou and Touya’s example was something Waya would never consider.
Waya would never stoop to pick up what lay shining for all to see, for he was too intent on finding a less risky path.
He replayed the kifu, letting the rhythm calm him. He couldn’t help thinking that he needed to talk to Shindou: Shindou was the only other person who had played as intently with Kuwabara as he had.
Waya did not want to talk about Go with him anymore.
-------tbc-------