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[fic] Divine Intervention :: Hikaru, Akira
Divine Intervention by Shan [aoyagi]
Hikaru/Akira (blink and you'll miss it) // PG // 381 words // Humor (read: CRAAAACK!)
A/N: Dedicated to my senpai, chaineddove ^^ She's also the one that provided the punchline to this fic (by simply saying that she can't imagine a fic that this line could fit into...) Please read with caution ^^ It's not THAT funny, but it could lead to choking on one's drink :P pun intended
It had started like any other practice session Hikaru and Akira had attended in the past, with a few people from the pro world present to raise the level and make the evening more entertaining. They had gathered at Waya's apartment and played almost non-stop, pausing only to discuss the more interesting situations during the games. The evening quickly blended into the night and the atmosphere became increasingly relaxed. The senpai-tachi brought out the bottles of sake and soon enough everybody's faces became an interesting shade of drunken red. Never mind that half of the group was underage.
Akira couldn't recall when or why, but everybody had ended up in a circle, telling stories and... playing a drinking game. He didn't exactly know the rules, but he knew that the losers had to answer a question asked by the person who won the round. He watched with amusement as inebriated Hikaru lost the worst during the second round.
"Tell us something about yourself that we didn't know about," Waya slurred out and everybody turned their eyes to Hikaru.
For a brief, scary moment, Akira thought that Hikaru might say something embarrassing that would put both of them on the tongues of entire Go world. He watched with wide eyes as his rival grew pensive, swept his gaze over his peers and took a deep breath.
"For over two years, I had been possessed by the spirit of a very powerful Go player," he slurred out in one breath. "But not anymore!" he added quickly and punched the air for emphasis.
Akira stared at Hikaru with dumb expression, not fully comprehending the absurdity of the statement. He blinked a few times and, to everybody's surprise, burst out laughing. All eyes turned to him as he fell backwards and crunched up while clutching his stomach. It took him some time before he sat back up, his hair disheveled, and looked at Hikaru.
"You've been possessed by the spirit of Go," he wheezed out and snorted at the thought. "That's kind of like the Holy Spirit, except it doesn't impregnate you--" he said and dissolved into another fit of giggles.
Waya gave Akira an extremely dubious look and snatched away his cup.
"That's it," he said firmly. "No more sake for Touya Akira."
Hikaru/Akira (blink and you'll miss it) // PG // 381 words // Humor (read: CRAAAACK!)
A/N: Dedicated to my senpai, chaineddove ^^ She's also the one that provided the punchline to this fic (by simply saying that she can't imagine a fic that this line could fit into...) Please read with caution ^^ It's not THAT funny, but it could lead to choking on one's drink :P pun intended
It had started like any other practice session Hikaru and Akira had attended in the past, with a few people from the pro world present to raise the level and make the evening more entertaining. They had gathered at Waya's apartment and played almost non-stop, pausing only to discuss the more interesting situations during the games. The evening quickly blended into the night and the atmosphere became increasingly relaxed. The senpai-tachi brought out the bottles of sake and soon enough everybody's faces became an interesting shade of drunken red. Never mind that half of the group was underage.
Akira couldn't recall when or why, but everybody had ended up in a circle, telling stories and... playing a drinking game. He didn't exactly know the rules, but he knew that the losers had to answer a question asked by the person who won the round. He watched with amusement as inebriated Hikaru lost the worst during the second round.
"Tell us something about yourself that we didn't know about," Waya slurred out and everybody turned their eyes to Hikaru.
For a brief, scary moment, Akira thought that Hikaru might say something embarrassing that would put both of them on the tongues of entire Go world. He watched with wide eyes as his rival grew pensive, swept his gaze over his peers and took a deep breath.
"For over two years, I had been possessed by the spirit of a very powerful Go player," he slurred out in one breath. "But not anymore!" he added quickly and punched the air for emphasis.
Akira stared at Hikaru with dumb expression, not fully comprehending the absurdity of the statement. He blinked a few times and, to everybody's surprise, burst out laughing. All eyes turned to him as he fell backwards and crunched up while clutching his stomach. It took him some time before he sat back up, his hair disheveled, and looked at Hikaru.
"You've been possessed by the spirit of Go," he wheezed out and snorted at the thought. "That's kind of like the Holy Spirit, except it doesn't impregnate you--" he said and dissolved into another fit of giggles.
Waya gave Akira an extremely dubious look and snatched away his cup.
"That's it," he said firmly. "No more sake for Touya Akira."