November 16, 2005
fandom Hikaru no Go
characters Yang-Hai, various
They’re at the airport, they’ve said their goodbyes to their friends and well-wishers, and they’re going through customs when Yang-Hai is asked to step aside please, sir, there’s a slight problem with your luggage. He sighs, but does as the men with the guns tell him to; go ahead first, he says to Lu Li, Shi-Chin and Zhao-Shi, I’ll be right behind you.
They take him to a room, the kind with nothing but a table and some chairs and a one-way window. His suitcase is lying on the table, and he gives a mental groan; is it the goban? he asks the stoic-faced security guards. I’m a pro, I don’t travel anywhere without one.
One of the men, probably a go fan, looks mildly interested, but the other just shakes his head and asks Yang-Hai to open up his suitcase. He does so, a little nervously, and then finds himself groaning again, this time aloud.
Le-Ping is curled up inside, hugging the goban and a bottle of water to his chest. Hi, he says. Are we in Japan yet?
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characters Yang-Hai, various
They’re at the airport, they’ve said their goodbyes to their friends and well-wishers, and they’re going through customs when Yang-Hai is asked to step aside please, sir, there’s a slight problem with your luggage. He sighs, but does as the men with the guns tell him to; go ahead first, he says to Lu Li, Shi-Chin and Zhao-Shi, I’ll be right behind you.
They take him to a room, the kind with nothing but a table and some chairs and a one-way window. His suitcase is lying on the table, and he gives a mental groan; is it the goban? he asks the stoic-faced security guards. I’m a pro, I don’t travel anywhere without one.
One of the men, probably a go fan, looks mildly interested, but the other just shakes his head and asks Yang-Hai to open up his suitcase. He does so, a little nervously, and then finds himself groaning again, this time aloud.
Le-Ping is curled up inside, hugging the goban and a bottle of water to his chest. Hi, he says. Are we in Japan yet?
.fin