HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY HIMA D!!!!!
*takes deep breath* HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HAPPY HAPPY WOO! HAAAPPY BDAY HIIIIIIIMA! EVEN THOUGH I'm POOOO! (for being so late that is T____________T)
Okay, I honestly did not forget. At all. And I meant to call. But um, you know what happened last week, so it was a bit of a juggling thing to get this done, and I wanted it to be a surprise, but um, sincerely, I lub you lots and I'm so happy you're on this earth. You definitely make my world an awesome place to be. *smoops*
Um. I sorta got something for you. You might want to return it. I couldn't get it in the true flavor of that favorite series of yours but um, have igo boys will travel?
Title: The Will of Stone
Fandoms: Hikaru no Go because I suck at any other universe. Um. Plus a surprise Universe. Heaven help us all.
Rating: Totally G. I tried porn, but um, let's not talk about that, shall we?
Disclaimer: So don't own any of the universes. After this, will probably be kicked out of both.
Shindo Hikaru waited, hands loose by his sides. Patience hadn't come easy to him, but it was second nature now.
A quick flicker of chakra signaled his opponent's move. Hikaru felt more than saw it; the sudden swish of air, the displacement of pressure, and Touya Akira was behind him. There was a slight clink of metal as Hikaru blocked the shuriken with his own kunai. He twisted and flipped, landing on the balls of his feet with Touya in front of him once more. The wood branch beneath them creaked slightly; a quiet, inner voice chided him for the mistake. There should have been no sound.
Touya said nothing. Hikaru knew, though, that he had noticed -- and probably disapproved. Touya did not display any expression, but the stiff way he had palmed his senbon was as apparent as any frown.
The thin metal needles arced in the air. In the moonlight, they should have flashed silver, like rain, but Touya's clan had never been much for show, and their weapons weren't polished so as to not catch the light. Hikaru listened closely, hands tense as he predicted where each piece would strike. Even as his kunai deflected the falling metal, Touya closed in.
Hikaru had expected this, but there wasn't enough space to retreat or attack, not with the senbon still in play. When Hikaru felt the cold tip of the kunai nick his throat, he dropped his hands back to his sides. Third blood. He had lost.
"Makemashita," he said.
The kunai at his throat lowered. As always, Touya bowed formally. "Thank you."
It was not through mild gossip that Touya's clan was known as the courteous assassins. And there wasn't a trace of discourtesy in those words. Hikaru felt the sting in them nonetheless.
Hikaru sat at the edge of the tree branch, wincing as other old cuts reasserted themselves alongside his three new ones. This would be the second time this week, he noted, that Touya had drawn third blood. It did not bode well. The chunin exams were two months away.
The branch dipped slightly as Touya crouched beside him. It did not creak. "You can do better," he said.
"I know," Hikaru murmured. "But I blocked all the senbon this time," he remarked. His wrist still ached from when he hadn't last time.
"That was never in question," Touya's voice hadn't changed inflection, but his chakra flickered, intensifying. "Your skill at calculating your opponents moves is undeniably your strength. But what use is knowing exactly how you're going to die?"
Hikaru's hands tightened against his kunai, but the words could not be parried by metal.
"The jonin exams are in four months," Touya said. "I will renounce you as a rival then."
"Whatever," Hikaru muttered. "Like that means anything." Their rivalry was tenous enough already; he knew the village elders did not approve.
After all, who was he to claim rivalry with one from the oldest and most powerful clans in the village?
He, with no bloodline limit, with parents who were not ninja, whose entry into the world of cloak and dagger had been an accident. A forbidden scroll, a bit of blood -- how was he to know he would release an ancient summon with a millennia's worth of unknown jutsu? It was just a dare. Kuwabara-sama still hadn't figured out how he had gotten through the wards. A civilian should have never gotten that far.
Who was he? One with unearned power.
The village had been too frightened to give him time. Instead they gave him a seal, burnt in blood on his chest.
Hikaru twisted slightly on his branch. They had also forced him into the ninja academy, days and nights of vigorous training, learning the basics when most of his fellow students had been trained from when they were but toddlers. To better control the seal, they said -- with enough training, perhaps he could even safely unleash it.
It was ironic, in a way. As a seal, it should have been the end of it all. Seals were meant to contain power, lock it away safely.
Instead, it was as if everything had been released at that moment, with a purpose he had yet to fathom.
"I'll pass the chunin exams," he vowed. "I will. I'm not letting you get that far ahead of me! Just you wait."
"I am not going to wait," Touya said. His eyes flashed briefly, and Hikaru turned away.
The night the forbidden scroll had unrolled, the flash of awakening power -- it had taken ten jonin and a single chunin to stop him. And it was the chunin who had broken through, who had calmed the wild release of chakra so the seal could be applied.
Hikaru did not know what the other ninja had seen. He could only remember those blue green eyes and the hunger within them.
When he asked Touya, it was with those hungry eyes that the other ninja had said, briefly, "the perfect jutsu. The hand of god."
Touya's eyes held none of that hunger now. Whatever the ninja had seen that night, he apparently did not see it anymore. "I am not going to wait," he repeated softly. "Jonin do not have genin for rivals."
There was a slight hiss of air, and Touya was gone.
For a long moment, Hikaru sat on his branch, breathing in the scent of pine and watching the moonlight slit through the needles. Within him, the seal stirred, and he rubbed a hand across his chest.
"No, Sai," he whispered. "I'll do it on my own. I'll make him see me."
Who was he?
Shindo Hikaru, ninja of the Hidden Village of Stone.
He hadn't ever considered becoming a ninja (he had wanted to become a ramen stand owner, really,) but a ninja he was now.
And unlike other ninjas, he had no need for masks.
With a quick flick and a jump, Hikaru was aloft again. There was only the wind to mark his passing.
-owari
AN: *Blush* Erm.
Err. Um. Uh. This probably goes up there with the time I tried to write Fullmetal Alchemist crossed with Hale nochi Guu. But worse.
For everyone but Hima-d, I apologize. (Imbrium said, though, that other people might want to see it too, otherwise I'd leave it locked). I think Imbrium just wants to share the trauma.
I don't know anything about Naruto. I mean, I've watched it, I know a bit more than just the bare basics, and I've watched the series in small bursts, but it's so long and it's like trying to watch the neverending parade of ninja-ness. So. Much. I do not know where to even begin.
Another problem is I try not to write in fandoms I don't have a good grip on cannon. Thus, err ... I decided to transplant a few things. Though to be honest, I can see each character from Hikago happily living as ninja. And the ranks of the igo pros are eerily similar. For instance, the school clubs would be academy students, the insei are genin, lower pros chunin, and the upper elite dans Jonin.
For some reason, I see Kuwabara sensei as the wrinkly ol' Hokage of the Hidden Stone village. XD
And Touya-sensei would make a KICKASS jonin! XD I think even Kakashi would have some trouble going up against him. He just has that aura of power.
Ninjas and igo players just share the drive of doom, I swear.
Besides, a ninja village of igo players would so kick so much stuff in tatics. *nods* They could have this special jutsu with weaving a pattern with chakra stones, and entrapping their enemies and ...
Um. Yeah. *blushes* I'll stop now before I get too dorky.
But honestly? I dunno if Hikaru no Ninja works. XD
But it sure is fun to think about though. Such things like -- who would try Sexy no Jutsu out of the entire pack of igo nuts?
I vote for Kaga. Imbrium mentioned Ogata. My brain hurts.
Anyways, I had a lot of fun writing it, even if it's not anything good or wonnerful. XD Something about Hikaru, the accidental Ninja just makes me giggle. And giggle a whole lot, and forget how uptight I'm normally am about my fics.
I just wish I could've gotten him together with Naruto for real. XD The blondes who will chnge ze wooooorld!
*Sigh* As if I needed proof, this definitely shows I must be crazy. -____-
-muri
pst: This is my first HIkago fic without the igo. This is probably why I never should do something like this again. XD
Okay, I honestly did not forget. At all. And I meant to call. But um, you know what happened last week, so it was a bit of a juggling thing to get this done, and I wanted it to be a surprise, but um, sincerely, I lub you lots and I'm so happy you're on this earth. You definitely make my world an awesome place to be. *smoops*
Um. I sorta got something for you. You might want to return it. I couldn't get it in the true flavor of that favorite series of yours but um, have igo boys will travel?
Title: The Will of Stone
Fandoms: Hikaru no Go because I suck at any other universe. Um. Plus a surprise Universe. Heaven help us all.
Rating: Totally G. I tried porn, but um, let's not talk about that, shall we?
Disclaimer: So don't own any of the universes. After this, will probably be kicked out of both.
Shindo Hikaru waited, hands loose by his sides. Patience hadn't come easy to him, but it was second nature now.
A quick flicker of chakra signaled his opponent's move. Hikaru felt more than saw it; the sudden swish of air, the displacement of pressure, and Touya Akira was behind him. There was a slight clink of metal as Hikaru blocked the shuriken with his own kunai. He twisted and flipped, landing on the balls of his feet with Touya in front of him once more. The wood branch beneath them creaked slightly; a quiet, inner voice chided him for the mistake. There should have been no sound.
Touya said nothing. Hikaru knew, though, that he had noticed -- and probably disapproved. Touya did not display any expression, but the stiff way he had palmed his senbon was as apparent as any frown.
The thin metal needles arced in the air. In the moonlight, they should have flashed silver, like rain, but Touya's clan had never been much for show, and their weapons weren't polished so as to not catch the light. Hikaru listened closely, hands tense as he predicted where each piece would strike. Even as his kunai deflected the falling metal, Touya closed in.
Hikaru had expected this, but there wasn't enough space to retreat or attack, not with the senbon still in play. When Hikaru felt the cold tip of the kunai nick his throat, he dropped his hands back to his sides. Third blood. He had lost.
"Makemashita," he said.
The kunai at his throat lowered. As always, Touya bowed formally. "Thank you."
It was not through mild gossip that Touya's clan was known as the courteous assassins. And there wasn't a trace of discourtesy in those words. Hikaru felt the sting in them nonetheless.
Hikaru sat at the edge of the tree branch, wincing as other old cuts reasserted themselves alongside his three new ones. This would be the second time this week, he noted, that Touya had drawn third blood. It did not bode well. The chunin exams were two months away.
The branch dipped slightly as Touya crouched beside him. It did not creak. "You can do better," he said.
"I know," Hikaru murmured. "But I blocked all the senbon this time," he remarked. His wrist still ached from when he hadn't last time.
"That was never in question," Touya's voice hadn't changed inflection, but his chakra flickered, intensifying. "Your skill at calculating your opponents moves is undeniably your strength. But what use is knowing exactly how you're going to die?"
Hikaru's hands tightened against his kunai, but the words could not be parried by metal.
"The jonin exams are in four months," Touya said. "I will renounce you as a rival then."
"Whatever," Hikaru muttered. "Like that means anything." Their rivalry was tenous enough already; he knew the village elders did not approve.
After all, who was he to claim rivalry with one from the oldest and most powerful clans in the village?
He, with no bloodline limit, with parents who were not ninja, whose entry into the world of cloak and dagger had been an accident. A forbidden scroll, a bit of blood -- how was he to know he would release an ancient summon with a millennia's worth of unknown jutsu? It was just a dare. Kuwabara-sama still hadn't figured out how he had gotten through the wards. A civilian should have never gotten that far.
Who was he? One with unearned power.
The village had been too frightened to give him time. Instead they gave him a seal, burnt in blood on his chest.
Hikaru twisted slightly on his branch. They had also forced him into the ninja academy, days and nights of vigorous training, learning the basics when most of his fellow students had been trained from when they were but toddlers. To better control the seal, they said -- with enough training, perhaps he could even safely unleash it.
It was ironic, in a way. As a seal, it should have been the end of it all. Seals were meant to contain power, lock it away safely.
Instead, it was as if everything had been released at that moment, with a purpose he had yet to fathom.
"I'll pass the chunin exams," he vowed. "I will. I'm not letting you get that far ahead of me! Just you wait."
"I am not going to wait," Touya said. His eyes flashed briefly, and Hikaru turned away.
The night the forbidden scroll had unrolled, the flash of awakening power -- it had taken ten jonin and a single chunin to stop him. And it was the chunin who had broken through, who had calmed the wild release of chakra so the seal could be applied.
Hikaru did not know what the other ninja had seen. He could only remember those blue green eyes and the hunger within them.
When he asked Touya, it was with those hungry eyes that the other ninja had said, briefly, "the perfect jutsu. The hand of god."
Touya's eyes held none of that hunger now. Whatever the ninja had seen that night, he apparently did not see it anymore. "I am not going to wait," he repeated softly. "Jonin do not have genin for rivals."
There was a slight hiss of air, and Touya was gone.
For a long moment, Hikaru sat on his branch, breathing in the scent of pine and watching the moonlight slit through the needles. Within him, the seal stirred, and he rubbed a hand across his chest.
"No, Sai," he whispered. "I'll do it on my own. I'll make him see me."
Who was he?
Shindo Hikaru, ninja of the Hidden Village of Stone.
He hadn't ever considered becoming a ninja (he had wanted to become a ramen stand owner, really,) but a ninja he was now.
And unlike other ninjas, he had no need for masks.
With a quick flick and a jump, Hikaru was aloft again. There was only the wind to mark his passing.
-owari
AN: *Blush* Erm.
Err. Um. Uh. This probably goes up there with the time I tried to write Fullmetal Alchemist crossed with Hale nochi Guu. But worse.
For everyone but Hima-d, I apologize. (Imbrium said, though, that other people might want to see it too, otherwise I'd leave it locked). I think Imbrium just wants to share the trauma.
I don't know anything about Naruto. I mean, I've watched it, I know a bit more than just the bare basics, and I've watched the series in small bursts, but it's so long and it's like trying to watch the neverending parade of ninja-ness. So. Much. I do not know where to even begin.
Another problem is I try not to write in fandoms I don't have a good grip on cannon. Thus, err ... I decided to transplant a few things. Though to be honest, I can see each character from Hikago happily living as ninja. And the ranks of the igo pros are eerily similar. For instance, the school clubs would be academy students, the insei are genin, lower pros chunin, and the upper elite dans Jonin.
For some reason, I see Kuwabara sensei as the wrinkly ol' Hokage of the Hidden Stone village. XD
And Touya-sensei would make a KICKASS jonin! XD I think even Kakashi would have some trouble going up against him. He just has that aura of power.
Ninjas and igo players just share the drive of doom, I swear.
Besides, a ninja village of igo players would so kick so much stuff in tatics. *nods* They could have this special jutsu with weaving a pattern with chakra stones, and entrapping their enemies and ...
Um. Yeah. *blushes* I'll stop now before I get too dorky.
But honestly? I dunno if Hikaru no Ninja works. XD
But it sure is fun to think about though. Such things like -- who would try Sexy no Jutsu out of the entire pack of igo nuts?
I vote for Kaga. Imbrium mentioned Ogata. My brain hurts.
Anyways, I had a lot of fun writing it, even if it's not anything good or wonnerful. XD Something about Hikaru, the accidental Ninja just makes me giggle. And giggle a whole lot, and forget how uptight I'm normally am about my fics.
I just wish I could've gotten him together with Naruto for real. XD The blondes who will chnge ze wooooorld!
*Sigh* As if I needed proof, this definitely shows I must be crazy. -____-
-muri
pst: This is my first HIkago fic without the igo. This is probably why I never should do something like this again. XD