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[16 Nov] [Hikaru no Go] The Shape of the Stones 6/10
Title: The Shape of the Stones 6/10
Day/Theme: 16 Nov/ he wishes for the cloths of heaven
Series: Hikaru no go
Character/Pairing: Isumi/Waya, future Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: General
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And so they had played Go into the early hours of the morning, until Le Ping flopped back on his bed and fell noisily asleep. It did not seem to have affected Le Ping’s performance, he thought, thinking about the game that had just ended.
Shinoda-sensei and Toyokawa-sensei, who had been in charge of organizing the trip, looked extremely satisfied after Le Ping had thanked Ochi for the game. Isumi, who was in a position these days to be privy to certain going-ons in the Go Institute, fell surprisingly nervous as he imagined what Le Ping would say.
He had gone back early in the morning, after spending the night on the couch, to shower and change. The apartment was empty again, and it had given him a warm feeling to meet Le Ping and Yang Hai for breakfast before they arrived at the Go Institute.
"Hey, Isumi, did you have a game here today?"
He turned in the direction of the voice and saw Shindou, who was carrying a familiar-looking yellow backpack. "Good morn- afternoon, Shindou. Did you have a game?"
"No, I came to look up stuff in the kifu archive room. Oh!" Shindou said with belated realization, "you must be here to watch the game between Ochi and that-that- I don’t remember his name, though Akira mentioned it last night-"
"Le Ping," he said. "His name is Le Ping."
"That’s right!" Shindou snapped his fingers. "Le Ping." He repeated it a few more times, and made a face. "I’m terrible with names." He leant conspiratorily towards Isumi. "I saw Ochi locking himself in the men’s room just now. How many moku?"
"Five and a half."
"Really?" Shindou chuckled, though he tried to stifle it. "How-how unfortunate for h-him." He got himself under control after a few more seconds, and said, more seriously, "I heard a few people talking to Waya a few days ago. Even mentioned a match-making agency, of all things. I confronted Waya, but he said it was none of my business. What’s going on, Isumi?"
Something in his heart seemed to sting; he wished he had not heard that part at all, and wanted to cover his ears with something soft. He had not even known that it had gone that far. "I don’t know-" he said.
"But-"
The plain office table in front of them sprang open, and a number of people emerged from the room. Le Ping spotted him first, grinned and yelled, "Isumi!"
He was suddenly rendered immobile by an eighteen-year-old who had wrapped both arms around him. "What-" he began, and caught sight of Shindou’s dropped jaw as he stared at them.
"Le Ping!" came Yang Hai’s exasperated tones. He tried to pull Le Ping off, and spoke firmly in Chinese to him.
Le Ping disentangled himself. "Sorry," he said in Japanese, but he seemed unrepentent.
His blinding smile made Isumi smile in return. He looked at Yang Hai over Le Ping’s shoulder. "Then it’s all decided?" he asked.
"Yeah," Yang Hai said. "They’re signing him on as a professional with your Institute." He nodded in the direction of the small group of Go Institute staff, who were already leaving, and aimed an amused look at Le Ping. "He agreed immediately, without even thinking it over--just like a child." He repeated the last part in Chinese.
Le Ping growled. He was still hanging on to Isumi’s arm.
Shindou came forward, nodding to Le Ping and Yang Hai in greeting. "Isumi, Touya-sensei has invited Le Ping-san and Yang-san to dinner tomorrow night. Would you like to join us, since you know them so well?" He sounded very formal, all of a sudden.
He was sure Shindou was laughing at him.
Le Ping was demanding from Yang Hai a translation of Shindou’s invitation. When he got it, he beamed at Isumi, clearly expecting a positive answer.
He was suddenly struck by Le Ping’s resemblance to Waya, all over again. That enthusiasm was entirely similar. But Waya would have never hugged him in public, or smiled at him so artlessly.
"Isumi!" Le Ping bumped his shoulder to get his attention. "Okay?" he frowned with concentration, and managed, in Japanese: "Eat dinner with us?"
Of course Le Ping was not Waya, he told himself. "Yes," he said, nodding, and answered Shindou, "Please tell Touya-sensei that I’d be honoured to go." He turned to Le Ping and said, "Hao."
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Day/Theme: 16 Nov/ he wishes for the cloths of heaven
Series: Hikaru no go
Character/Pairing: Isumi/Waya, future Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: General
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And so they had played Go into the early hours of the morning, until Le Ping flopped back on his bed and fell noisily asleep. It did not seem to have affected Le Ping’s performance, he thought, thinking about the game that had just ended.
Shinoda-sensei and Toyokawa-sensei, who had been in charge of organizing the trip, looked extremely satisfied after Le Ping had thanked Ochi for the game. Isumi, who was in a position these days to be privy to certain going-ons in the Go Institute, fell surprisingly nervous as he imagined what Le Ping would say.
He had gone back early in the morning, after spending the night on the couch, to shower and change. The apartment was empty again, and it had given him a warm feeling to meet Le Ping and Yang Hai for breakfast before they arrived at the Go Institute.
"Hey, Isumi, did you have a game here today?"
He turned in the direction of the voice and saw Shindou, who was carrying a familiar-looking yellow backpack. "Good morn- afternoon, Shindou. Did you have a game?"
"No, I came to look up stuff in the kifu archive room. Oh!" Shindou said with belated realization, "you must be here to watch the game between Ochi and that-that- I don’t remember his name, though Akira mentioned it last night-"
"Le Ping," he said. "His name is Le Ping."
"That’s right!" Shindou snapped his fingers. "Le Ping." He repeated it a few more times, and made a face. "I’m terrible with names." He leant conspiratorily towards Isumi. "I saw Ochi locking himself in the men’s room just now. How many moku?"
"Five and a half."
"Really?" Shindou chuckled, though he tried to stifle it. "How-how unfortunate for h-him." He got himself under control after a few more seconds, and said, more seriously, "I heard a few people talking to Waya a few days ago. Even mentioned a match-making agency, of all things. I confronted Waya, but he said it was none of my business. What’s going on, Isumi?"
Something in his heart seemed to sting; he wished he had not heard that part at all, and wanted to cover his ears with something soft. He had not even known that it had gone that far. "I don’t know-" he said.
"But-"
The plain office table in front of them sprang open, and a number of people emerged from the room. Le Ping spotted him first, grinned and yelled, "Isumi!"
He was suddenly rendered immobile by an eighteen-year-old who had wrapped both arms around him. "What-" he began, and caught sight of Shindou’s dropped jaw as he stared at them.
"Le Ping!" came Yang Hai’s exasperated tones. He tried to pull Le Ping off, and spoke firmly in Chinese to him.
Le Ping disentangled himself. "Sorry," he said in Japanese, but he seemed unrepentent.
His blinding smile made Isumi smile in return. He looked at Yang Hai over Le Ping’s shoulder. "Then it’s all decided?" he asked.
"Yeah," Yang Hai said. "They’re signing him on as a professional with your Institute." He nodded in the direction of the small group of Go Institute staff, who were already leaving, and aimed an amused look at Le Ping. "He agreed immediately, without even thinking it over--just like a child." He repeated the last part in Chinese.
Le Ping growled. He was still hanging on to Isumi’s arm.
Shindou came forward, nodding to Le Ping and Yang Hai in greeting. "Isumi, Touya-sensei has invited Le Ping-san and Yang-san to dinner tomorrow night. Would you like to join us, since you know them so well?" He sounded very formal, all of a sudden.
He was sure Shindou was laughing at him.
Le Ping was demanding from Yang Hai a translation of Shindou’s invitation. When he got it, he beamed at Isumi, clearly expecting a positive answer.
He was suddenly struck by Le Ping’s resemblance to Waya, all over again. That enthusiasm was entirely similar. But Waya would have never hugged him in public, or smiled at him so artlessly.
"Isumi!" Le Ping bumped his shoulder to get his attention. "Okay?" he frowned with concentration, and managed, in Japanese: "Eat dinner with us?"
Of course Le Ping was not Waya, he told himself. "Yes," he said, nodding, and answered Shindou, "Please tell Touya-sensei that I’d be honoured to go." He turned to Le Ping and said, "Hao."
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