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Household ~series~
-Possessive-
Akira’s version
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Author: shihiru
Editor: pratz
Pairing: HikaAki
Rating: 13+
Genre: romance
Warning: shounen-ai
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters
Shindou and Touya had a Go convention for three days in Nagoya, which was being held in a simple hotel (Kami knew why they were doomed to be in one room). They were chatting with other players at the lobby now. Touya was engaged in a conversation with two pro players, and at the other side of the dark-haired boy, Hikaru busying himself talking with a young man. It’s just like any other day as ever, and certainly both of them did not know at all what would be going on later.
Yes, a moment later, a quite pretty, shy girl, approached Hikaru as soon as the young man whom he’d been talking to excused himself.
“Ummm... you’re Shindou Hikaru, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Is there something can I do for you?”
“May-may I ask for your autograph, please?” Her eyes were pleading.
Hikaru stared at the timid girl for a few moments. He knew that the girl obviously was just one of the admirers who chased their star idols wherever they go. Sighing, he said. “All right.” He took a paper and pen from the girl’s hands, writing his autograph quickly. “Done.” He returned it to her.
“Thank you!” She received it eagerly, wrapping one arm around Hikaru’s neck and brushed her lips on his briefly before running while giggling, leaving the boy stood shocked, mouth open ajar, behind her.
The action didn’t escape from Touya’s keen eyes. As he talked enthusiastically in his conversation, unintentionally his eyes caught the long-haired girl kissing his lover. That was certainly a brief kiss, but still... He decided to excuse himself at the others before walked toward Hikaru.
“Shindou!”
“Ah, Touya!” The blonde looked surprised at Akira’s sudden arrival.
“Who’s that girl?” He asked, annoyed. He did not know who that girl was-and hell if he wanted to know either, but he did not care. Shindou had to answer him now.
“Girl? Hikaru blinked, confused. “What girl?”
“Don’t pretend to be stupid in front of me, Shindou! Weren’t you kissed by-”
“Ssstt!” Hikaru quickly placed a hand over Akira’s mouth to silence him.
“So what? Are you ashamed?” Akira hissed when he sweeping away Hikaru’s hand forcefully. “Listen, Shindou Hikaru, if you still want to be with me, don’t ever try to play with me.”
Startled at Akira’s statement, he wondered why his boyfriend became possessive like this. Okaaay... he certainly had been kissed by a girl, but that wasn’t because he wanted it, right?
The dark-haired boy walk passed Hikaru, intending to join the crowd. “And tonight you sleep outside.” He added without turn his head and walked away from the other boy who widening his eyes and turned around immediately, the panic sense started to attacking him.
“Akira! Let me explain this first!” His cry fell on deaf ears since the other boy didn’t want to hear him. Desperately, he ran his hand through his hair, cursing silently under his breath.
~*~*~*~
Bad luck kept following Hikaru afterward that night.
“Akira! Akira, please open the door!” He kept knocking on their door bedroom-probably for several hours by now, trying to cajole his lover to let him clear this misunderstanding to no avail. Hikaru guessed that Akira was still angry, but it was his bedroom too, wasn’t it? There was no reason for Akira to do this to him.
“Akira! Please, I just want to-”
Suddenly the door opened slightly, and a pillow flew out, hitting Hikaru’s face before the door was closed roughly. The blonde was stunned for a moment. Sighing in defeat, he headed straight to the couch. He just didn’t know how to handle this problem anymore.
Meanwhile, Akira didn’t feel any better than Hikaru. Slumping onto the floor, he brought his knees close to his chest, arms hugging them and forehead rested on his knees. A silent tear slid down his cheek. “Stupid Hikaru.”
~*~*~*~
In the morning
Akira came out of the elevator, eyes all red and swollen. It was so obvious that he didn’t get any sleep, maybe even crying. Since he had a shidougo this morning, he could forget his quarrel with Shindou for a while. He walked toward dining room, intending to get his breakfast.
“Touya!”
The dark-haired boy stopped in his track, realizing who the caller was. He turned around and saw Hikaru trapped with a bunch of girls, waving his arm wildly above his head. Squinting, Akira thought he didn’t know since when Hikaru had fan girls as much as that.
“Ah, Touya Akira.” A girl said as he approached them.
“I heard you’re living together. Is that right?” Another girl asked him.
Akira didn’t answer, and Hikaru, smiling, draped an arm over Akira’s shoulder. “Yes, that’s right, because we’re lovers.”
“Ah, is that so? You’re lov-what?!”
The room became dead quiet all so sudden.
Akira jerked his head up, surprised and unable to believe what Hikaru had just said.
The girls looked as surprised as well. One of them said, “You two are...?”
Without waiting for Hikaru’s answer, Akira grabbed Hikaru’s wrist and dragged him away from those girls. Now it was just the two of them. He turned around, dropping Hikaru’s hand and hissed out, “What were you saying?”
“I was saying the truth,” Hikaru replied.
He stared and stared at the boy before him. Hikaru’s serious _expression, Hikaru’s casual yet honest answer; those all were really a bizarre oddity for him.
“Bu-but-”
“You think I can’t?” The blonde exhaled in frustration. He grabbed Akira’s shoulder, shaking him gently. “You know, Akira, the person I really, really love is only you. No one else, so-”
“I’m sorry.” Touya lowered his gaze to the floor.
“Huh?” Now it was Hikaru’s turn to blink and blink.
“I’m sorry, Hikaru. I’ve been... childish last night. I-I like you, too. Really. That’s why I’m afraid that you-that you-”
Shindou hugged him suddenly, already knowing what the other wanted to say. “It’s alright. I’m still here, aren’t I?” Hikaru whispered softly.
Eyes widened, Akira wasn’t certain about what he had to do. Yet moments later, he circled his arms around his lover’s waist, believing that action did speak louder, closing his eyes slowly and whispering, a small smile on his lips. “Yes, my love.”
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