HikaGo fic

[sakon76]

Not so much today, because I was not feeling particularly writing-inspired. We shall see how tomorrow goes.


"So if you're a vampire, that means you drink blood, right?" asked Waya. They'd moved back to the living room. Waya perched on a chair, Isumi on the sofa, and Hikaru leaned against a wall, the focus of their questions.

Hikaru sighed. "Yes." It wasn't the main question he /didn't/ want to be asked, but....

"Whose?" Isumi asked quietly.

That was the one Hikaru didn't want to answer. It wasn't for his own sake that he was hesitant, though, but for someone else's. "I'd rather not say."

Waya leaned forward. "Shindou, *who*?"

Hikaru squirmed. "I don't want to tell you before getting their permission, okay?"

"It's Touya, isn't it?" Isumi asked. There was surety in his voice.

"Him!" Waya exclaimed. "He hasn't got enough warm blood to--"

"That's enough," Hikaru hissed at Waya, glaring. "You may not like him, but he's my friend, okay?"

Waya glared back.

"So it is him," Isumi said quietly, breaking their stalemate. He smiled when Hikaru looked at him. "He's the only one you'd trust enough."

"Shouldn't that be the other way around?" Waya asked. "I mean, no offense, Shindou, but I wouldn't want *my* blood being sucked...."

Hikaru rolled his eyes. "I trust him, and he trusts me, okay?"

"This is... safe?" Isumi asked. He seemed to be having a hard time putting words to his intention.

Hikaru frowned. "No," he answered, looking down. "He mathed it out and I probably need something like four times what someone's supposed to donate."

Waya's eyes bugged out. "Four times?!"

"Not all at once!" Hikaru snapped, irritated. "Something like a quarter-liter once a week."

"That's... not too much," Isumi said contemplatively.

*

"If you're saying what I think you're saying, Isumi-san," Waya warned.

Shinichirou shook his head. "It's just a thought now. I'd want to know more of what I was getting into before I offered," he said, looking at Shindou.

To his surprise, Shindou blushed.

"Shindou?" he asked.

"Um." The younger player looked at the carpet and scuffed it with his toe. "It's... sexual," he muttered in explanation.

Waya's eyes looked like saucers. Shinichirou knew his own were wide at that as well.

"It's not my fault!" Shindou defended. "It just... /is/."

Waya recovered first and started laughing. "You... and Touya..." he gasped.

"It's not like that!" Shindou protested. "/Waya/!"

"He /is/ very pretty," Shinichirou added, hiding his own smile with one hand. "You have to admit that, Shindou."

"Isumi-san!"

*

"They both know?" Touya asked.

"Waya told Isumi-san," Hikaru replied, studying his options. "I had nothing to do with it." If he cut Touya there....

"And they're okay with it?"

"I think so. They were having way too much fun making fun of me." No, cutting Touya wouldn't lead anywhere fast, tempting though the idea was. Ah, there. Hikaru selected and set his stone.

"Making fun?" Touya was eyeing the new move, trying to figure out if Hikaru had anything deeper planned than its surface meaning. As it happened, Hikaru did, but he wasn't about to tell his opponent.

"I told them what it felt like," Hikaru said, waiting to see where Touya moved.

Touya slowly raised his head. "You /told/ them?!"

"Yeah, well, I--"

Touya slammed his hands on either side of the table, startling Hikaru, and half-rose from his seat. "Shindou!"

Touya's anger wasn't much of a surprise. Hikaru had known it would be coming. "Touya," he said quietly, looking around at the other patrons, who by now were almost used to their infamous rows but still looked over at the shout anyway, "not here."

Touya sat back down. He stared at the board. "You had no right...."

"Shall we continue the game now, or should I leave and we'll resume when you're in better control?" Hikaru asked coolly. It was /his/ life, he had a perfect right... and Touya was getting upset over the wrong thing, in a way.

Touya's response was setting a white stone on the board. Hikaru smiled inwardly. Good, Touya hadn't seen it yet.

*

"I cannot believe I lost to you because of that," Akira declared. Shindou ignored him and fished change out of a pocket to put in the drink machine. "That was so underhanded."

"And you wish you'd thought of it first," Shindou retorted, punching in two selections. The bottles rolled down into the retrieval area of the machine and he stooped to grab them, offering the coffee one to Akira. He was right, of course, but Akira was not about to let him know that.

"Thanks," Akira said.

"Go is a meeting of minds, and yours is disturbed," Shindou said. "You were distracted, and didn't see it."

"Did you /have/ to tell them?" Akira asked petulantly.

"I didn't," Shindou replied. "They pretty much figured it out on their own. I think Isumi-san might be thinking of offering me his blood too, but, well, it's not fair for him not to know what it involves, is it?"

Akira frowned. "I'm not sure if you drinking from anyone else is a good idea."

"You were the one who figured out you probably can't sustain me all by yourself," Shindou pointed out, sipping his water.

"I know." The bitter sweetness of the milky coffee brightened Akira's tongue then vanished. He sighed and looked at the can. "If he does offer, you should probably take him up on it. Assuming he doesn't panic and run after the first time."

"Yeah." Shindou looked pensive. "He's very conservative."

"Oh, and I'm not?"

"No." Shindou grinned. "You want people to think you are, and you dress the part, but you're really not."

"Hmph."

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