[HnG] Mirror: An Impatience sidefic (PG)
Title: Mirror: An Impatience sidefic
Author: Kimmie (tasukichiriko@hotmail.com)
Category: shonen ai
Pairings: WayaIsumi, AkiHika
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah. (Hotta and Obana, guys!)
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Some of you may remember that when I posted the 15th part of Impatience as the "final" part, I also said "for now". This is one of the two fics that I planned to write later on. Here it is two and a half months later as I finally have time to write this, so here it is. There will be one more part which will get written soon, so I hope you look forward to it. I also hope you remember 'Impatience'! If not, you can find it in its entirety at Jumpy Boys.
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Waya laughed as Isumi's lips left his own. "I can't believe this."
Isumi sat down and licked his bottom lip. His eyes were caught up in staring at the floor. "I'm sorry."
"No... It's, um, okay. Really. It's just that, y'know... I wasn't expecting this. Was it because of those two?"
"If you're asking if homosexuality is a disease that I caught, then no. If you're asking if seeing them together made me realize that I have feelings for you and shouldn't hide them, then yes."
"Oh." Waya bit his lip and then looked up at Isumi. "Um, are you still spending the night?"
Isumi's eyes widened. "You still want me to?"
Waya laughed. "Maybe we're just like them. Because... I don't mind." He put his head in his hands and laughed even more. "Maybe I'm even more dense than either of them."
Smiling softly, Isumi put a hand on Waya's back. "I'm not going to ask you to move in with me."
"You shouldn't. My place is bigger, and those two are right next door."
"But they're still on their honeymoon right now."
Waya stood up and absentmindedly fluffed the pillows on the couch. "Do you think that you would have taken the same path if you could have known everything that would happen?"
Isumi grabbed Waya's arm and pulled him back onto the couch. "Knowing that I would become a pro go player and you would give me a chance? I wouldn't change a thing."
Their eyes locked for several long moments before Waya grinned. "I remember talking about how lucky Hikaru and Akira are to have go and each other. Maybe I'm just finally willing to realize that I can have the same thing. How long have you known?"
"I've liked you like this since the first time I watched you play Fukui. You were so brash and spastic... I couldn't help but keep an eye on you after that. It just happened. Like when you realize that you can win in five moves as long as you keep at it."
"Are we going to be the kind of dorky go couple that they are?"
"Probably." Isumi caught Waya's eye, questioning without words.
Waya sat back and grabbed one of the pillows he'd fluffed, holding it close to his chest. "I guess that sounds okay. I've maybe been a bit jealous that they play go all day long with people they love and never get tired of it." He turned to look at Isumi closely. "I don't get tired of playing you. I've always wondered how they could play so much... but I guess since it's been against each other..." He allowed himself to trail off.
Isumi nodded gently. "Maybe that's it. Maybe we'll become the kind of players that they are because of this."
"You aren't doing this just because of that, are you?" Waya's arms were crushing the pillow.
"No." Isumi reached out and touched Waya's arm, getting him to loosen his grip immediately. "But, it would be nice. We play good games, but I want to play great games, legendary games with you."
Waya gasped softly. "How can you say that kind of thing with a straight face?" He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand. "We'll try this. And, we'll just wing it. We can tell everyone, or just let them find out... because we both know there's no keeping secrets among our friends."
Isumi glanced over at Waya and then slung his arm around the other man's neck. "I think that is in part because of you, though. I'm not sure you understand what 'secrets' are."
"Should it be a secret that I'm with you?"
"No. I couldn't bear to hold back about it anymore."
"This still feels like copying." Waya grinned.
Isumi pulled Waya closer and choked him jokingly with the arm he'd had around the other man's shoulders. "If anybody asks, we'll tell them we're playing a captain's game. After all, Hikaru and I are sort of the captains in these relationships, but you and he are more alike than he and I are."
Waya struggled out of the headlock. "All the more reason that I should be captain."
"I started this. I get to be captain for now." He smirked and released Waya. "But, later on, if it needs to, we can let it come to a vote. But, try me out as captain and see what you think."
"Hmph. Well, okay." Waya suddenly sat up straight and looked at Isumi. "Hikaru makes dinner as captain. So, therefore, you should make me dinner."
Isumi started rolling up his sleeves. "How do pancakes sound?"
"For dinner?" Waya's eyes were wide. "Sweet!"
Giving Waya a thumbs up, Isumi continued into the kitchen, but came out a few moments later. "Let's go shopping first."
"Why?" Waya grabbed for his keys anyway.
"Because you have nothing in your cupboards but three washcloths and a box of macaroni, and nothing in your fridge but leftovers from the wedding reception and a single can of soda. Oh, and an empty carton of milk."
Waya laughed. "What can I say? Hikaru and Akira invite me over for dinner a lot."
Isumi grabbed his jacket and handed Waya his own. "I guess I'll have to learn how to cook for a crowd as well. We can't seem to help but be friends with mooches, can we?"
"Isn't that why you're friends with me?" Waya raised an eyebrow.
"It must be." Isumi laughed as Waya tried to tackle him with his jacket half-on.
They joked into the hallway and down the stairs and on the way to the store, and by the time they were heading back in with arm loads of groceries, Waya was sure that even if Isumi wasn't a good cook, they might be able to work something out.
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Owari. ^_~
Author: Kimmie (tasukichiriko@hotmail.com)
Category: shonen ai
Pairings: WayaIsumi, AkiHika
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah. (Hotta and Obana, guys!)
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Some of you may remember that when I posted the 15th part of Impatience as the "final" part, I also said "for now". This is one of the two fics that I planned to write later on. Here it is two and a half months later as I finally have time to write this, so here it is. There will be one more part which will get written soon, so I hope you look forward to it. I also hope you remember 'Impatience'! If not, you can find it in its entirety at Jumpy Boys.
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Waya laughed as Isumi's lips left his own. "I can't believe this."
Isumi sat down and licked his bottom lip. His eyes were caught up in staring at the floor. "I'm sorry."
"No... It's, um, okay. Really. It's just that, y'know... I wasn't expecting this. Was it because of those two?"
"If you're asking if homosexuality is a disease that I caught, then no. If you're asking if seeing them together made me realize that I have feelings for you and shouldn't hide them, then yes."
"Oh." Waya bit his lip and then looked up at Isumi. "Um, are you still spending the night?"
Isumi's eyes widened. "You still want me to?"
Waya laughed. "Maybe we're just like them. Because... I don't mind." He put his head in his hands and laughed even more. "Maybe I'm even more dense than either of them."
Smiling softly, Isumi put a hand on Waya's back. "I'm not going to ask you to move in with me."
"You shouldn't. My place is bigger, and those two are right next door."
"But they're still on their honeymoon right now."
Waya stood up and absentmindedly fluffed the pillows on the couch. "Do you think that you would have taken the same path if you could have known everything that would happen?"
Isumi grabbed Waya's arm and pulled him back onto the couch. "Knowing that I would become a pro go player and you would give me a chance? I wouldn't change a thing."
Their eyes locked for several long moments before Waya grinned. "I remember talking about how lucky Hikaru and Akira are to have go and each other. Maybe I'm just finally willing to realize that I can have the same thing. How long have you known?"
"I've liked you like this since the first time I watched you play Fukui. You were so brash and spastic... I couldn't help but keep an eye on you after that. It just happened. Like when you realize that you can win in five moves as long as you keep at it."
"Are we going to be the kind of dorky go couple that they are?"
"Probably." Isumi caught Waya's eye, questioning without words.
Waya sat back and grabbed one of the pillows he'd fluffed, holding it close to his chest. "I guess that sounds okay. I've maybe been a bit jealous that they play go all day long with people they love and never get tired of it." He turned to look at Isumi closely. "I don't get tired of playing you. I've always wondered how they could play so much... but I guess since it's been against each other..." He allowed himself to trail off.
Isumi nodded gently. "Maybe that's it. Maybe we'll become the kind of players that they are because of this."
"You aren't doing this just because of that, are you?" Waya's arms were crushing the pillow.
"No." Isumi reached out and touched Waya's arm, getting him to loosen his grip immediately. "But, it would be nice. We play good games, but I want to play great games, legendary games with you."
Waya gasped softly. "How can you say that kind of thing with a straight face?" He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand. "We'll try this. And, we'll just wing it. We can tell everyone, or just let them find out... because we both know there's no keeping secrets among our friends."
Isumi glanced over at Waya and then slung his arm around the other man's neck. "I think that is in part because of you, though. I'm not sure you understand what 'secrets' are."
"Should it be a secret that I'm with you?"
"No. I couldn't bear to hold back about it anymore."
"This still feels like copying." Waya grinned.
Isumi pulled Waya closer and choked him jokingly with the arm he'd had around the other man's shoulders. "If anybody asks, we'll tell them we're playing a captain's game. After all, Hikaru and I are sort of the captains in these relationships, but you and he are more alike than he and I are."
Waya struggled out of the headlock. "All the more reason that I should be captain."
"I started this. I get to be captain for now." He smirked and released Waya. "But, later on, if it needs to, we can let it come to a vote. But, try me out as captain and see what you think."
"Hmph. Well, okay." Waya suddenly sat up straight and looked at Isumi. "Hikaru makes dinner as captain. So, therefore, you should make me dinner."
Isumi started rolling up his sleeves. "How do pancakes sound?"
"For dinner?" Waya's eyes were wide. "Sweet!"
Giving Waya a thumbs up, Isumi continued into the kitchen, but came out a few moments later. "Let's go shopping first."
"Why?" Waya grabbed for his keys anyway.
"Because you have nothing in your cupboards but three washcloths and a box of macaroni, and nothing in your fridge but leftovers from the wedding reception and a single can of soda. Oh, and an empty carton of milk."
Waya laughed. "What can I say? Hikaru and Akira invite me over for dinner a lot."
Isumi grabbed his jacket and handed Waya his own. "I guess I'll have to learn how to cook for a crowd as well. We can't seem to help but be friends with mooches, can we?"
"Isn't that why you're friends with me?" Waya raised an eyebrow.
"It must be." Isumi laughed as Waya tried to tackle him with his jacket half-on.
They joked into the hallway and down the stairs and on the way to the store, and by the time they were heading back in with arm loads of groceries, Waya was sure that even if Isumi wasn't a good cook, they might be able to work something out.
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Owari. ^_~