[HnG] Captured: Storytelling with Pictures, PG, Gen, AkiHika
Again, for blind_go. I probably shouldn't say how rereading this brings pain upon my eyes. Ahem.
Captured: Storytelling with Pictures
Hikaru no Go, PG, AkiHika, 840 words
The tale of two lives through photography.
Captured: Storytelling with Pictures
by meitachi
[Touya Akira, age 4, playing go with his father, Touya Meijin.]
The magazine picture was glossy, reflecting the sunlight that filtered across the Touya veranda where two figures sat across a go board. The older man was wearing a dark blue yukata, hand raised above the board with a black go stone between his fingers. A cup of tea sat beside him, steam curling wispily in the air. The figure across the goban was much smaller, clothed in a white yukata printed with green bamboo leaves, solemn and still as he stared intently at the game before him. His bangs were long but they didn't obscure the glitter in those young eyes, keen and bright.
[Hikaru, age 5, with his first snowman.]
The photograph was old and small, the colors faded, but the round face that peeked out from beneath the bright yellow hat was still smiling, rosy-cheeked and gleeful. Bundled in a large green jacket with matching gloves and scarf, Hikaru was proudly patting his slightly lumpy, tilting snowman, barely taller than he was. Branches served as arms and two large black buttons as eyes, while other buttons created a crooked smile and a large daikon served as a long, pointy nose.
[Touya Akira, son of Touya Meijin, being congratulated by Ogata Seiji after becoming pro.]
Another glossy photo in Go Weekly, the picture depicted Akira in a well-pressed lilac suit, his face calm as he shook hands with the older man, seemingly unperturbed by the crowd of people-well-wishers and photographers alike-who crushed around them. Only a close, searching look would find the flush of excitement on his cheeks and the tight, relieved grip on Ogata's hand.
[Shindou Hikaru with opponent Morishita Shigeo.]
The picture was small and grainy, black-and-white from the local newspaper. Hikaru stood beside the larger man after another win, his bleached bangs long and brushing over his eyes. His gaze was off-center, just to the left of the camera, and he was grinning widely. His opponent was smiling good-naturedly for the reporters, his tie slightly crooked.
[Shindou and Touya outside the Go Institute.]
The photograph was neatly sorted in Isumi's online photo album, tagged and dated, showing Hikaru and Akira in front of the Go Institute. Hikaru was in street clothes: black t-shirt, baggy shorts, and sneakers, and Akira in what passed as casual for him: a short-sleeved button-up shirt and slacks. He was smiling awkwardly at the camera, making the attempt for someone he obviously considered more Hikaru's friend than his own. Hikaru had an arm slung around Akira's shoulders, making a peace-sign with his free hand, eyes squinting against the sun on his face.
[Shindou and ramen, his true love.]
The Polaroid, with Waya's messy handwriting beneath the picture, had Hikaru happily slurping down his noodles at a ramen shop by the Go Institute. Akira sat beside him, halfway out of the frame, with a bemused look on his face, lashes cast low as he stared at Hikaru. In the lower left corner of the photograph was a sliver edge of Waya's thumb, which he blamed on Hikaru for kicking him and unsteadying his grip on the camera.
[Hikaru and Touya-san at Obon.]
Decorated painstakingly with patterned paper and a sticker of fireworks, the photograph lay in Akari's scrapbook in a contrast of colors: bright red and blue yukata on Hikaru and Akira as they posed before a dark sky lit with the red-orange flares of torches and lanterns. Hikaru's eyes were glittering with the glow from his paper lantern, his arm hooked through Akira's, whose smile was shy but genuine.
[Akira and his super-awesome birthday present.]
The picture was a favorite of Hikaru's because of the look of awe on Akira's face, surrounded by a sea of wrapping paper and empty boxes that had served only to frustrate him before he found the carefully-wrapped present inside. His cheeks were flushed and his mouth was open as he stared in amazement at rice paper he held reverently in his hands: the original kifu to Sakata Eio's 1963 game that had won him the Meijin title, making him the first to hold both the Honinbo and Meijin. But the photograph was imperfect, because it couldn't capture the way Akira's hands had trembled or his softly uttered, heartfelt, "Thank you," after he had recovered from the shock.
[Christmas, 2006.]
Akira had framed the photo of him and Hikaru in front of their Christmas tree, lavishly decorated to Hikaru's insistence and tastefully to Akira's. The picture depicted both of them smiling widely, faces lit with the camera's flash and the brightly colored fairy lights behind them. Hikaru was in a fuzzy red sweater with reindeer prancing across his chest, Akira was in a more sedate forest green one, and their sides were pressed closely together in a comfortable sort of familiarity, their hands linked just out of view. Akira's carefully penned caption on the back of the photo was hidden now by the silver frame, standing on the top shelf of an overflowing bookshelf.
Started/Finished: 12.28.2006
Captured: Storytelling with Pictures
Hikaru no Go, PG, AkiHika, 840 words
The tale of two lives through photography.
Captured: Storytelling with Pictures
by meitachi
[Touya Akira, age 4, playing go with his father, Touya Meijin.]
The magazine picture was glossy, reflecting the sunlight that filtered across the Touya veranda where two figures sat across a go board. The older man was wearing a dark blue yukata, hand raised above the board with a black go stone between his fingers. A cup of tea sat beside him, steam curling wispily in the air. The figure across the goban was much smaller, clothed in a white yukata printed with green bamboo leaves, solemn and still as he stared intently at the game before him. His bangs were long but they didn't obscure the glitter in those young eyes, keen and bright.
[Hikaru, age 5, with his first snowman.]
The photograph was old and small, the colors faded, but the round face that peeked out from beneath the bright yellow hat was still smiling, rosy-cheeked and gleeful. Bundled in a large green jacket with matching gloves and scarf, Hikaru was proudly patting his slightly lumpy, tilting snowman, barely taller than he was. Branches served as arms and two large black buttons as eyes, while other buttons created a crooked smile and a large daikon served as a long, pointy nose.
[Touya Akira, son of Touya Meijin, being congratulated by Ogata Seiji after becoming pro.]
Another glossy photo in Go Weekly, the picture depicted Akira in a well-pressed lilac suit, his face calm as he shook hands with the older man, seemingly unperturbed by the crowd of people-well-wishers and photographers alike-who crushed around them. Only a close, searching look would find the flush of excitement on his cheeks and the tight, relieved grip on Ogata's hand.
[Shindou Hikaru with opponent Morishita Shigeo.]
The picture was small and grainy, black-and-white from the local newspaper. Hikaru stood beside the larger man after another win, his bleached bangs long and brushing over his eyes. His gaze was off-center, just to the left of the camera, and he was grinning widely. His opponent was smiling good-naturedly for the reporters, his tie slightly crooked.
[Shindou and Touya outside the Go Institute.]
The photograph was neatly sorted in Isumi's online photo album, tagged and dated, showing Hikaru and Akira in front of the Go Institute. Hikaru was in street clothes: black t-shirt, baggy shorts, and sneakers, and Akira in what passed as casual for him: a short-sleeved button-up shirt and slacks. He was smiling awkwardly at the camera, making the attempt for someone he obviously considered more Hikaru's friend than his own. Hikaru had an arm slung around Akira's shoulders, making a peace-sign with his free hand, eyes squinting against the sun on his face.
[Shindou and ramen, his true love.]
The Polaroid, with Waya's messy handwriting beneath the picture, had Hikaru happily slurping down his noodles at a ramen shop by the Go Institute. Akira sat beside him, halfway out of the frame, with a bemused look on his face, lashes cast low as he stared at Hikaru. In the lower left corner of the photograph was a sliver edge of Waya's thumb, which he blamed on Hikaru for kicking him and unsteadying his grip on the camera.
[Hikaru and Touya-san at Obon.]
Decorated painstakingly with patterned paper and a sticker of fireworks, the photograph lay in Akari's scrapbook in a contrast of colors: bright red and blue yukata on Hikaru and Akira as they posed before a dark sky lit with the red-orange flares of torches and lanterns. Hikaru's eyes were glittering with the glow from his paper lantern, his arm hooked through Akira's, whose smile was shy but genuine.
[Akira and his super-awesome birthday present.]
The picture was a favorite of Hikaru's because of the look of awe on Akira's face, surrounded by a sea of wrapping paper and empty boxes that had served only to frustrate him before he found the carefully-wrapped present inside. His cheeks were flushed and his mouth was open as he stared in amazement at rice paper he held reverently in his hands: the original kifu to Sakata Eio's 1963 game that had won him the Meijin title, making him the first to hold both the Honinbo and Meijin. But the photograph was imperfect, because it couldn't capture the way Akira's hands had trembled or his softly uttered, heartfelt, "Thank you," after he had recovered from the shock.
[Christmas, 2006.]
Akira had framed the photo of him and Hikaru in front of their Christmas tree, lavishly decorated to Hikaru's insistence and tastefully to Akira's. The picture depicted both of them smiling widely, faces lit with the camera's flash and the brightly colored fairy lights behind them. Hikaru was in a fuzzy red sweater with reindeer prancing across his chest, Akira was in a more sedate forest green one, and their sides were pressed closely together in a comfortable sort of familiarity, their hands linked just out of view. Akira's carefully penned caption on the back of the photo was hidden now by the silver frame, standing on the top shelf of an overflowing bookshelf.
Started/Finished: 12.28.2006