Yuletide 2008 - Hikaru no Go [Iijima/Nase; G], [Mitani/Akari; G], [Akira/Hikaru, Ashiwara; PG-13]
Title: To the Winner GO the Spoils
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Iijima/Nase
Wordcount: 282
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, but I hope this fic will bring a smile to someone’s face ♥
Author’s Notes: Iijima does something unexpected. Nase gets revenge. My Yule gift to blue_cage. The prompt was: “denial.” I absolutely could not resist the awesome fail of the bad pun in the title, sorry XD
***
“No. Absolutely not. You did not just beat me at Go.” Asumi glared at him. Ryo couldn’t help the smug little smile that crept onto his face.
“Say what you like,” he said. “The evidence is right there.”
“I could destroy the evidence,” she insisted. “Stop smirking.”
“I’m not doing any such thing.” Ryo protested.
Asumi looked critically at the board. It provided no immediate answers - any way she looked at it, Ryo knew she would see there had been no way out of his truly inspired trap. “I suppose I can be gracious,” Asumi said haughtily. “It is just one game, and I’m sure it’s a fluke, anyway. Let’s have dinner.”
“You could just take away my handicap,” Ryo suggested.
She glared at him. “I will not,” she said. “Unlike some sell-outs I could name, I actually scraped through the pro exam. I can’t not give you a handicap; it wouldn’t be fair.”
“My sell-out salary keeps you in expensive jewelry,” Ryo pointed out, looking meaningfully at the rather large diamond on her hand. “So much for my mother’s hope that I would marry a deferent, sweet-natured girl.” She stuck out her tongue at him. He shook his head. “In any case, you’re right about one thing. Dinner is probably getting cold.”
She heaved a sigh. “Oh, all right,” she relented. “I guess I can forgive you this time. But you’re washing the dishes.”
“How do you figure that?” Ryo asked curiously. “I won.”
“Winner always washes the dishes,” Asumi told him. “Seeing as the winner is nearly always me.” It was her turn to smirk. “Also, I want to keep my pretty shiny jewelry, purchased with your sell-out money, clean.”
***
Title: Study Break
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Mitani/Akari
Wordcount: 625
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, but I hope this fic will bring a smile to someone’s face ♥
Author’s Notes: Mitani and Akari attempt to study for high school entrance exams, but Akari is distracted. My Yule gift to uminohikari. The prompt was “entrance exams.” I hope it’s enjoyable despite the distinct lack of actual studying XD
***
Their knees touch under the kotatsu. Her face is flushed though the room is comfortably cool and he is studiously bent over his notebook so his bangs hide his face. She takes a sip of cold tea to calm her nerves and stares at the suddenly incomprehensible boxy English words on the page in front of her. When the book offers no revelations, she turns her head to stare out the window into the darkness instead.
There has not been snow yet this year but she hopes they’ll get lucky. She wonders if she will ever be bold enough to ask him to come look at the lights with her. She doesn’t dare ask, just in case he says no - if she’s really lucky, Kaneko might think of it and herd them all out together as a club activity. Then again, she might not; it’s nearly exam time and she is trying for an ambitious school. Akari will be happy just to move comfortably on to the neighborhood high school, particularly because she knows the boy sitting just a bit too close will be attending. Perhaps next winter, when things are less hectic.
Daydreaming, she shifts her weight just a fraction and feels him stiffen when he notices. Oh, she knew this was too forward, she knew this was a bad idea, she should have never listened to Kaneko…
“Ah,” she says, desperately casting about for an excuse. “I’m, um. I wanted to ask, Mitani-kun, do you know what this kanji is?”
He looks at her and she wonders if she is turning as red as he is. It clashes terribly with his hair but she will probably find it endearing when she gets over being embarrassed. “Oh,” he says. “Oh, sure, yeah, here, let me-”
He leans forward to get her textbook, she tries to lean out of his way, and somehow their foreheads collide. She squeaks with pain and shock and he says a word she is pretty sure her mother would not approve of. “Are you okay?” he asks almost frantically.
“I’m fine,” she replies, hand over her eyes, wishing she could somehow cover her burning ears as well. She really is going to stop listening to Kaneko one of these days.
“Let me see,” he insists, grabbing her wrist and pulling it aside to reveal her face. She sits there, hopelessly red as he touches the sore spot on her forehead with surprisingly gentle fingers. “You’re such a klutz,” he tells her, and it sounds almost fond.
“I’m sorry,” she says automatically, even though it was kind of his fault. His hand is on her face and she doesn’t really know what else she can possibly say without sounding like a complete idiot.
“Anyway,” he says, “the kanji. It’s, um… this is an English book, Fujisaki.”
“Oh,” she says dumbly. “I, uh. I guess it is.” She gives a truly pathetic little laugh, which does nothing to alleviate the pressure. “I should probably study harder if I can’t tell the difference.”
He gives her a bewildered look and she really wishes she could look down at her lap or something. They sit like that for a few seconds, eye to eye, his hand on her forehead, turning progressively redder, and just as she thinks that she might say or do something profoundly stupid, there is a knock on the door. “Akari! Mitani-kun! I’ve brought tea and cakes!”
They spring apart as her mother opens the door, and nearly get tangled in their own words as they thank her effusively and assure her that they are studying very hard. When the door closes behind her mother, Akari can’t stop herself from giggling in something like relief. After a moment, Mitani joins her.
***
Title: Of Strawberries, Shoes and a Gradual Loss of Sanity
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack romance
Characters/Pairings: Akira/Hikaru, Ashiwara
Wordcount: 889
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, but I hope this fic will bring a smile to someone’s face ♥
Author’s Notes: Akira is just a little obsessed. Ashiwara suggests shoe shopping. Hikaru is not a complete idiot. My Yule gift to therhoda. The prompt was: “Touya thinks about something: it could be Shindou, it could be his shoe, it could be what does Hikaru look like in the shower covered in strawberry shower gel.” Sorry it’s not smutty, but I think it will probably suit you, anyway.
***
It’s actually kind of sick how many times a day he thinks about Shindou. He’s more or less resigned himself to the fact that he’s completely lost his mind - he’s never really thought about anything except Go and occasionally homework - but it’s getting to a point where it’s completely ridiculous. He’s never thought about relationships on anything more than a vague level, and always anticipated marrying a quiet girl who makes good tea and knows how to be unobtrusive; instead, he’s stuck with uncouth, uncultured Shindou, who acts like a complete clown and whose shirts are at least as loud as his voice. And all of a sudden he’s thinking about Shindou and his stupid shirts all the time (and occasionally maybe even what’s under them, but he’s still mostly in denial about this).
He’s so busy thinking about Shindou he actually loses a game to him - though this is at least partially due to Shindou playing dirty and coming in smelling like a strawberry cake, or something equally ludicrous (when he sputters out a question about it, Shindou only laughs self-consciously and tells him he ran out of shower gel and had to borrow his mom’s; after that, Touya is accosted at inopportune times with mental images of Shindou in the shower, which shouldn’t be even remotely interesting but somehow make him turn shades of red he has never even seen before. Shindou asks him if he has a fever and he actually throws a goke at him in a desperate effort to shut him up).
The worst part is, he knows absolutely no one in whom he can confide. He’s heard that sharing one’s problems makes them seem more manageable, but he really can’t think of anyone he’d like to burden with Shindou and his shirts and his strawberry shower gel, for god’s sake. He can only imagine (with utter horror) how the conversation might go if he were to divulge to one of his parents or worse, Ogata-san. He does almost tell Ashiwara-san in a moment of weakness; they are sitting on a hotel lobby bench between events at a Go convention. “I’ve been thinking,” Akira says slowly.
“About what, Akira-kun?” Ashiwara-san asks cheerfully.
“Ashiwara-san,” he says. “Have you ever…” He’s never at a loss for words, but he has no idea how to continue this without humiliating himself for life in Ashiwara-san’s eyes. He realizes there is absolutely no way he can ever do this and searches desperately for a segue into another subject. “You know,” he says, staring at his feet and wishing he had never brought it up, “I need to get my shoes shined. Or maybe get new ones. They’re looking a bit scuffed, aren’t they?” His shoes are actually brand new, but there is a scratch across one side - from the time he was walking with Shindou and trying very hard to look like he was not looking at him and nearly fell off the sidewalk.
Ashiwara-san is silent and perplexed for a few moments, then says, “Oh, Akira-kun, would you like me to take you shoe shopping? I suppose your mother always does it, doesn’t she? She hasn’t been in Japan much recently. I’d be glad to help out!”
Akira wishes he could disappear. “That sounds great,” he mutters. “Thank you, Ashiwara-san. Really. I have to go now.” He escapes to the washroom to splash cold water on his face and seriously contemplate whether it’s possible to drown yourself in a bathroom sink.
The next day, Shindou doesn’t smell like strawberries anymore and while this is helpful to Akira’s concentration, he also finds that he rather misses it. Be that as it may, he at least manages to trounce Shindou at Go, which goes a long way towards restoring his hope that he will get over this little issue someday, really. With all the righteousness he can muster, he points out to Shindou exactly where he lost and why this makes him an utter imbecile.
Instead of yelling, Shindou grins and rocks back in his chair, hands behind his head, a small strip of skin exposed on his stomach. Touya feels himself turning red again. “Man, you’re right; that was pretty dumb,” Shindou says candidly. He looks totally pleased with himself, which is ridiculous because he just lost. “Guess I thought you wouldn’t be paying attention again.”
“I always pay attention,” Akira huffs indignantly.
“Not last week, you weren’t,” Shindou tells him. “Ah well. Guess I’ll steal Mom’s shower gel again, or something.” He is grinning as he says this, as though it is nothing out of the ordinary.
Akira gapes, then explodes. “HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT!? SHINDOU!”
Shindou is trying and failing to suppress his laughter. “What, you thought you were being discreet or something?”
“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ARE EVEN INSINUATING SUCH THINGS!” he shouts desperately, jumping out of his seat in an attempt to further display his indignation.
Shindou is still chucking as he gets up out of his seat. “You are such a complete idiot. I can’t believe I ever thought you had it all together. At least when I started staring I made sure you wouldn’t notice.” Akira gawks at him, speechless. “Hey, whatever, it’s your call,” Shindou continues. “But let me know when you’re sick of staring and we’ll go from there.”
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Iijima/Nase
Wordcount: 282
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, but I hope this fic will bring a smile to someone’s face ♥
Author’s Notes: Iijima does something unexpected. Nase gets revenge. My Yule gift to blue_cage. The prompt was: “denial.” I absolutely could not resist the awesome fail of the bad pun in the title, sorry XD
***
“No. Absolutely not. You did not just beat me at Go.” Asumi glared at him. Ryo couldn’t help the smug little smile that crept onto his face.
“Say what you like,” he said. “The evidence is right there.”
“I could destroy the evidence,” she insisted. “Stop smirking.”
“I’m not doing any such thing.” Ryo protested.
Asumi looked critically at the board. It provided no immediate answers - any way she looked at it, Ryo knew she would see there had been no way out of his truly inspired trap. “I suppose I can be gracious,” Asumi said haughtily. “It is just one game, and I’m sure it’s a fluke, anyway. Let’s have dinner.”
“You could just take away my handicap,” Ryo suggested.
She glared at him. “I will not,” she said. “Unlike some sell-outs I could name, I actually scraped through the pro exam. I can’t not give you a handicap; it wouldn’t be fair.”
“My sell-out salary keeps you in expensive jewelry,” Ryo pointed out, looking meaningfully at the rather large diamond on her hand. “So much for my mother’s hope that I would marry a deferent, sweet-natured girl.” She stuck out her tongue at him. He shook his head. “In any case, you’re right about one thing. Dinner is probably getting cold.”
She heaved a sigh. “Oh, all right,” she relented. “I guess I can forgive you this time. But you’re washing the dishes.”
“How do you figure that?” Ryo asked curiously. “I won.”
“Winner always washes the dishes,” Asumi told him. “Seeing as the winner is nearly always me.” It was her turn to smirk. “Also, I want to keep my pretty shiny jewelry, purchased with your sell-out money, clean.”
***
Title: Study Break
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Mitani/Akari
Wordcount: 625
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, but I hope this fic will bring a smile to someone’s face ♥
Author’s Notes: Mitani and Akari attempt to study for high school entrance exams, but Akari is distracted. My Yule gift to uminohikari. The prompt was “entrance exams.” I hope it’s enjoyable despite the distinct lack of actual studying XD
***
Their knees touch under the kotatsu. Her face is flushed though the room is comfortably cool and he is studiously bent over his notebook so his bangs hide his face. She takes a sip of cold tea to calm her nerves and stares at the suddenly incomprehensible boxy English words on the page in front of her. When the book offers no revelations, she turns her head to stare out the window into the darkness instead.
There has not been snow yet this year but she hopes they’ll get lucky. She wonders if she will ever be bold enough to ask him to come look at the lights with her. She doesn’t dare ask, just in case he says no - if she’s really lucky, Kaneko might think of it and herd them all out together as a club activity. Then again, she might not; it’s nearly exam time and she is trying for an ambitious school. Akari will be happy just to move comfortably on to the neighborhood high school, particularly because she knows the boy sitting just a bit too close will be attending. Perhaps next winter, when things are less hectic.
Daydreaming, she shifts her weight just a fraction and feels him stiffen when he notices. Oh, she knew this was too forward, she knew this was a bad idea, she should have never listened to Kaneko…
“Ah,” she says, desperately casting about for an excuse. “I’m, um. I wanted to ask, Mitani-kun, do you know what this kanji is?”
He looks at her and she wonders if she is turning as red as he is. It clashes terribly with his hair but she will probably find it endearing when she gets over being embarrassed. “Oh,” he says. “Oh, sure, yeah, here, let me-”
He leans forward to get her textbook, she tries to lean out of his way, and somehow their foreheads collide. She squeaks with pain and shock and he says a word she is pretty sure her mother would not approve of. “Are you okay?” he asks almost frantically.
“I’m fine,” she replies, hand over her eyes, wishing she could somehow cover her burning ears as well. She really is going to stop listening to Kaneko one of these days.
“Let me see,” he insists, grabbing her wrist and pulling it aside to reveal her face. She sits there, hopelessly red as he touches the sore spot on her forehead with surprisingly gentle fingers. “You’re such a klutz,” he tells her, and it sounds almost fond.
“I’m sorry,” she says automatically, even though it was kind of his fault. His hand is on her face and she doesn’t really know what else she can possibly say without sounding like a complete idiot.
“Anyway,” he says, “the kanji. It’s, um… this is an English book, Fujisaki.”
“Oh,” she says dumbly. “I, uh. I guess it is.” She gives a truly pathetic little laugh, which does nothing to alleviate the pressure. “I should probably study harder if I can’t tell the difference.”
He gives her a bewildered look and she really wishes she could look down at her lap or something. They sit like that for a few seconds, eye to eye, his hand on her forehead, turning progressively redder, and just as she thinks that she might say or do something profoundly stupid, there is a knock on the door. “Akari! Mitani-kun! I’ve brought tea and cakes!”
They spring apart as her mother opens the door, and nearly get tangled in their own words as they thank her effusively and assure her that they are studying very hard. When the door closes behind her mother, Akari can’t stop herself from giggling in something like relief. After a moment, Mitani joins her.
***
Title: Of Strawberries, Shoes and a Gradual Loss of Sanity
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Crack romance
Characters/Pairings: Akira/Hikaru, Ashiwara
Wordcount: 889
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, but I hope this fic will bring a smile to someone’s face ♥
Author’s Notes: Akira is just a little obsessed. Ashiwara suggests shoe shopping. Hikaru is not a complete idiot. My Yule gift to therhoda. The prompt was: “Touya thinks about something: it could be Shindou, it could be his shoe, it could be what does Hikaru look like in the shower covered in strawberry shower gel.” Sorry it’s not smutty, but I think it will probably suit you, anyway.
***
It’s actually kind of sick how many times a day he thinks about Shindou. He’s more or less resigned himself to the fact that he’s completely lost his mind - he’s never really thought about anything except Go and occasionally homework - but it’s getting to a point where it’s completely ridiculous. He’s never thought about relationships on anything more than a vague level, and always anticipated marrying a quiet girl who makes good tea and knows how to be unobtrusive; instead, he’s stuck with uncouth, uncultured Shindou, who acts like a complete clown and whose shirts are at least as loud as his voice. And all of a sudden he’s thinking about Shindou and his stupid shirts all the time (and occasionally maybe even what’s under them, but he’s still mostly in denial about this).
He’s so busy thinking about Shindou he actually loses a game to him - though this is at least partially due to Shindou playing dirty and coming in smelling like a strawberry cake, or something equally ludicrous (when he sputters out a question about it, Shindou only laughs self-consciously and tells him he ran out of shower gel and had to borrow his mom’s; after that, Touya is accosted at inopportune times with mental images of Shindou in the shower, which shouldn’t be even remotely interesting but somehow make him turn shades of red he has never even seen before. Shindou asks him if he has a fever and he actually throws a goke at him in a desperate effort to shut him up).
The worst part is, he knows absolutely no one in whom he can confide. He’s heard that sharing one’s problems makes them seem more manageable, but he really can’t think of anyone he’d like to burden with Shindou and his shirts and his strawberry shower gel, for god’s sake. He can only imagine (with utter horror) how the conversation might go if he were to divulge to one of his parents or worse, Ogata-san. He does almost tell Ashiwara-san in a moment of weakness; they are sitting on a hotel lobby bench between events at a Go convention. “I’ve been thinking,” Akira says slowly.
“About what, Akira-kun?” Ashiwara-san asks cheerfully.
“Ashiwara-san,” he says. “Have you ever…” He’s never at a loss for words, but he has no idea how to continue this without humiliating himself for life in Ashiwara-san’s eyes. He realizes there is absolutely no way he can ever do this and searches desperately for a segue into another subject. “You know,” he says, staring at his feet and wishing he had never brought it up, “I need to get my shoes shined. Or maybe get new ones. They’re looking a bit scuffed, aren’t they?” His shoes are actually brand new, but there is a scratch across one side - from the time he was walking with Shindou and trying very hard to look like he was not looking at him and nearly fell off the sidewalk.
Ashiwara-san is silent and perplexed for a few moments, then says, “Oh, Akira-kun, would you like me to take you shoe shopping? I suppose your mother always does it, doesn’t she? She hasn’t been in Japan much recently. I’d be glad to help out!”
Akira wishes he could disappear. “That sounds great,” he mutters. “Thank you, Ashiwara-san. Really. I have to go now.” He escapes to the washroom to splash cold water on his face and seriously contemplate whether it’s possible to drown yourself in a bathroom sink.
The next day, Shindou doesn’t smell like strawberries anymore and while this is helpful to Akira’s concentration, he also finds that he rather misses it. Be that as it may, he at least manages to trounce Shindou at Go, which goes a long way towards restoring his hope that he will get over this little issue someday, really. With all the righteousness he can muster, he points out to Shindou exactly where he lost and why this makes him an utter imbecile.
Instead of yelling, Shindou grins and rocks back in his chair, hands behind his head, a small strip of skin exposed on his stomach. Touya feels himself turning red again. “Man, you’re right; that was pretty dumb,” Shindou says candidly. He looks totally pleased with himself, which is ridiculous because he just lost. “Guess I thought you wouldn’t be paying attention again.”
“I always pay attention,” Akira huffs indignantly.
“Not last week, you weren’t,” Shindou tells him. “Ah well. Guess I’ll steal Mom’s shower gel again, or something.” He is grinning as he says this, as though it is nothing out of the ordinary.
Akira gapes, then explodes. “HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT!? SHINDOU!”
Shindou is trying and failing to suppress his laughter. “What, you thought you were being discreet or something?”
“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ARE EVEN INSINUATING SUCH THINGS!” he shouts desperately, jumping out of his seat in an attempt to further display his indignation.
Shindou is still chucking as he gets up out of his seat. “You are such a complete idiot. I can’t believe I ever thought you had it all together. At least when I started staring I made sure you wouldn’t notice.” Akira gawks at him, speechless. “Hey, whatever, it’s your call,” Shindou continues. “But let me know when you’re sick of staring and we’ll go from there.”