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[3 Dec] [Hikaru no Go] The Shape of the Stones 9/10
Title: The Shape of the Stones 9/10
Day/Theme: 03 Dec. L'amour et la Morte/ ~And I don't know if it's a miracle or just chemicals in us~
Series: Hikaru no go
Character/Pairing: Isumi/Waya, future Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: General
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It felt like he was standing somewhere far away and watching the scene unfold.
Waya's hair stuck up a little at the sides. He was forever trying to tame it, certain that it made him look too young. He did not look young now; just shocked, his gaze moving too quickly from one of them to another.
There were two women in the room; a slim, young female in a dark blue dress, and an older one in a beige suit.
It was the latter who spoke first. "Excuse me, this is a private meeting," she said. "You're not welcome here."
Shindou ignored her. "Is this a matchmaking session, Waya?" he asked.
"Waya-sensei?" the older woman appealed to him. "Are these people your friends?"
"Y-yes," Waya finally said. Then, amazingly, he smiled at her. "I'm sorry, Mori-san. I'm afraid my friends are too curious for their own good. When they heard that I planned to meet Kamiya-san here, they wanted to see what she was like-" He walked towards them. "Hey, guys, I told you before. Not today." He raised his arms in a conciliatory gesture.
"Damn it, Waya!" Shindou shouted, while both women jumped.
"Shindou-"
"What about Isumi, you bastard?" Shindou demanded.
Isumi found that he was being pushed forward, like a rag doll that could not move on its own. "Isumi, ask him!"
"Ask him what?" the matchmaker asked, looking from Waya to him. "What's going on?" She frowned at him. "Excuse me, but it's very wrong of you to disrupt your friend's omiai." There was a look in her eyes that was almost menacing.
"I-I'm sorry," he heard himself say. "I-"
Someone was tugging at his sleeve.
"It's just that I-" he said. The tug on his sleeve was more urgent; he saw it was Le Ping. "I know I shouldn't-"
"Isumi, let's go," Le Ping said.
He glanced at Waya, only to see that false friendliness still on his face, and felt like choking.
"Let's go," Le Ping said, now with both hands on his arm, pulling him away.
He found himself outside the restaurant building, in the little garden that the restaurant cultivated for their customers' enjoyment in the day.
Le Ping disappeared for a minute, and returned to push him towards the wooden bench placed in front of the carp pond.
"Where are the others?" he asked, though he felt as though he really did not care.
"They've gone back," Le Ping said, sitting down beside him. He was quiet for a second, then: "How are you?"
"Me?" he tried to get his thoughts in order, and belatedly realized how it must have looked like, to Le Ping, Yang Hai and the others. How embarrassing it was, for all of them to see that. "I'm fine," he said, trying to make himself smile at Le Ping. "Don't worry about me. It's all right."
Le Ping muttered something in Chinese that sounded like "Yeah, right."
"It's all right. You don't need to be concerned about it," he went on. "I should have realized that this was going to happen." He made his voice soft and comforting, certain that if he continued talking to Le Ping, he would not have to think about it.
Suddenly, Le Ping started to weep.
"Le Ping!" he said in alarm. "W-what's wrong?"
Le Ping rubbed at his eyes fiercely, but he could not seem to stop crying, and only shook his head.
"A-are you injured?" he asked, touching Le Ping's shoulders as though to check for broken bones. "What happened? Did you hurt yourself?"
Le Ping shook his head, more wildly this time. "That-that wang ba dan," he said between gasps of breath. "I wanted to beat him up!" he half-shouted. "Why didn't you?" He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "I-I'm sorry... I'm so stupid. I can't seem to stop crying..."
He did not know what impulse made him gather the young man into his arms in a tight embrace. He only know that once there, Le Ping's cries stilled, and his arms wrapped themselves around Isumi in turn.
The thought came to him with such suddenness that he felt breathless. It's him?
--------tbc--------
Day/Theme: 03 Dec. L'amour et la Morte/ ~And I don't know if it's a miracle or just chemicals in us~
Series: Hikaru no go
Character/Pairing: Isumi/Waya, future Isumi/Le Ping
Rating: General
---------------
It felt like he was standing somewhere far away and watching the scene unfold.
Waya's hair stuck up a little at the sides. He was forever trying to tame it, certain that it made him look too young. He did not look young now; just shocked, his gaze moving too quickly from one of them to another.
There were two women in the room; a slim, young female in a dark blue dress, and an older one in a beige suit.
It was the latter who spoke first. "Excuse me, this is a private meeting," she said. "You're not welcome here."
Shindou ignored her. "Is this a matchmaking session, Waya?" he asked.
"Waya-sensei?" the older woman appealed to him. "Are these people your friends?"
"Y-yes," Waya finally said. Then, amazingly, he smiled at her. "I'm sorry, Mori-san. I'm afraid my friends are too curious for their own good. When they heard that I planned to meet Kamiya-san here, they wanted to see what she was like-" He walked towards them. "Hey, guys, I told you before. Not today." He raised his arms in a conciliatory gesture.
"Damn it, Waya!" Shindou shouted, while both women jumped.
"Shindou-"
"What about Isumi, you bastard?" Shindou demanded.
Isumi found that he was being pushed forward, like a rag doll that could not move on its own. "Isumi, ask him!"
"Ask him what?" the matchmaker asked, looking from Waya to him. "What's going on?" She frowned at him. "Excuse me, but it's very wrong of you to disrupt your friend's omiai." There was a look in her eyes that was almost menacing.
"I-I'm sorry," he heard himself say. "I-"
Someone was tugging at his sleeve.
"It's just that I-" he said. The tug on his sleeve was more urgent; he saw it was Le Ping. "I know I shouldn't-"
"Isumi, let's go," Le Ping said.
He glanced at Waya, only to see that false friendliness still on his face, and felt like choking.
"Let's go," Le Ping said, now with both hands on his arm, pulling him away.
He found himself outside the restaurant building, in the little garden that the restaurant cultivated for their customers' enjoyment in the day.
Le Ping disappeared for a minute, and returned to push him towards the wooden bench placed in front of the carp pond.
"Where are the others?" he asked, though he felt as though he really did not care.
"They've gone back," Le Ping said, sitting down beside him. He was quiet for a second, then: "How are you?"
"Me?" he tried to get his thoughts in order, and belatedly realized how it must have looked like, to Le Ping, Yang Hai and the others. How embarrassing it was, for all of them to see that. "I'm fine," he said, trying to make himself smile at Le Ping. "Don't worry about me. It's all right."
Le Ping muttered something in Chinese that sounded like "Yeah, right."
"It's all right. You don't need to be concerned about it," he went on. "I should have realized that this was going to happen." He made his voice soft and comforting, certain that if he continued talking to Le Ping, he would not have to think about it.
Suddenly, Le Ping started to weep.
"Le Ping!" he said in alarm. "W-what's wrong?"
Le Ping rubbed at his eyes fiercely, but he could not seem to stop crying, and only shook his head.
"A-are you injured?" he asked, touching Le Ping's shoulders as though to check for broken bones. "What happened? Did you hurt yourself?"
Le Ping shook his head, more wildly this time. "That-that wang ba dan," he said between gasps of breath. "I wanted to beat him up!" he half-shouted. "Why didn't you?" He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "I-I'm sorry... I'm so stupid. I can't seem to stop crying..."
He did not know what impulse made him gather the young man into his arms in a tight embrace. He only know that once there, Le Ping's cries stilled, and his arms wrapped themselves around Isumi in turn.
The thought came to him with such suddenness that he felt breathless. It's him?
--------tbc--------