I R TEH KINKY
Title: Organ of Speech
Author: chastity_rowan
Series: Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG-13 for boyz touching
Genre: Angst
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He couldn’t remember who made that clicking noise with the tongue scraping against the roof of the mouth. This sound was heard the tongue-clicking sound whenever one of them was in a tight spot.
Sai always won. He never was in a tight spot. It was Sai who did it often. It had to be him.
Hikaru made a noise inside his mouth as he flipped through his manga and appreciated the humor.
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There were directions involved during the premature games he played with Sai. Explanations to basic techniques from centuries ago and how to perfect the sound of smooth stone against varnished wood (or whatever tree was felled to produce the goban) were what their conversations usually contained. He wasn’t serious back then. The greenhorn allowed the instructions to escape his immature ears.
He told Sai to shut up and bite his tongue.
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Sai woke him up once with a whimper and a whine because of a go-related nightmare. There wasn’t anything un-go related that bothered a ghost, whom Hikaru now found out also fell asleep like he was living. Hikaru, in order to appease a frightened ghost, played a game with him at midnight. This was in order to assure him that ancient goban curses weren’t real and it only happened in manga. And manga wasn’t real.
How did his whining sound like, Hikaru had forgotten. It wasn’t as high-pitched as Touya when he was furious or not as loud as Waya’s enthusiastic vocalization. It might have sounded like Ogata-san’s but not as intimidating or when Mitani had a cold.
He had gotten used to that whining sound, irritating as it was.
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However, the games he remembered were the once with silence. The yipping of neighborhood mongrels and the cicada chirps that vary throughout the year were muted once they engaged each other in their battlefield. He pictured Sai, tall and pallid as the go stones he laid down for the ghost. On his one hand was a drawn sword, depicting offensive and defensive game play. On his other hand was the fan he always kept with him. Hikaru stood against the blackness of contemplation; hands bearing no arms to defend himself. His heartbeat numbed all his senses as he constructed the outcome of the game with nothing but dogs and cicadas and silence.
There was the tongue-click again before the go stone was placed. His glance moved to Sai.
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Drip. Drop.
Drop. Drop. Drip.
Rain was pouring inside and out.
He remembered the piercing cry of his own voice inside the kifu room when he realized that Sai was gone. He thought forever was possible and he made no mistake about it.
There was the rain. And there was no Sai.
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It would embarrass Hikaru if Sai were present at his best; when tender whispers and tongue against sensitive skin made him blush amorously.
There were no cicadas that night and the dogs have fallen asleep. No drops of rain to disrupt the hushed silence. Speaking of defeat was not the end, it was merely the beginning.
The soundless breaths and touch made him tingle. The rivalry even more.
Author's notes: BLEARGH. I don't even know how it ends *hits self repeatedly* XD
Author: chastity_rowan
Series: Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG-13 for boyz touching
Genre: Angst
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He couldn’t remember who made that clicking noise with the tongue scraping against the roof of the mouth. This sound was heard the tongue-clicking sound whenever one of them was in a tight spot.
Sai always won. He never was in a tight spot. It was Sai who did it often. It had to be him.
Hikaru made a noise inside his mouth as he flipped through his manga and appreciated the humor.
----
There were directions involved during the premature games he played with Sai. Explanations to basic techniques from centuries ago and how to perfect the sound of smooth stone against varnished wood (or whatever tree was felled to produce the goban) were what their conversations usually contained. He wasn’t serious back then. The greenhorn allowed the instructions to escape his immature ears.
He told Sai to shut up and bite his tongue.
-----
Sai woke him up once with a whimper and a whine because of a go-related nightmare. There wasn’t anything un-go related that bothered a ghost, whom Hikaru now found out also fell asleep like he was living. Hikaru, in order to appease a frightened ghost, played a game with him at midnight. This was in order to assure him that ancient goban curses weren’t real and it only happened in manga. And manga wasn’t real.
How did his whining sound like, Hikaru had forgotten. It wasn’t as high-pitched as Touya when he was furious or not as loud as Waya’s enthusiastic vocalization. It might have sounded like Ogata-san’s but not as intimidating or when Mitani had a cold.
He had gotten used to that whining sound, irritating as it was.
-----
However, the games he remembered were the once with silence. The yipping of neighborhood mongrels and the cicada chirps that vary throughout the year were muted once they engaged each other in their battlefield. He pictured Sai, tall and pallid as the go stones he laid down for the ghost. On his one hand was a drawn sword, depicting offensive and defensive game play. On his other hand was the fan he always kept with him. Hikaru stood against the blackness of contemplation; hands bearing no arms to defend himself. His heartbeat numbed all his senses as he constructed the outcome of the game with nothing but dogs and cicadas and silence.
There was the tongue-click again before the go stone was placed. His glance moved to Sai.
-----
Drip. Drop.
Drop. Drop. Drip.
Rain was pouring inside and out.
He remembered the piercing cry of his own voice inside the kifu room when he realized that Sai was gone. He thought forever was possible and he made no mistake about it.
There was the rain. And there was no Sai.
----
It would embarrass Hikaru if Sai were present at his best; when tender whispers and tongue against sensitive skin made him blush amorously.
There were no cicadas that night and the dogs have fallen asleep. No drops of rain to disrupt the hushed silence. Speaking of defeat was not the end, it was merely the beginning.
The soundless breaths and touch made him tingle. The rivalry even more.
Author's notes: BLEARGH. I don't even know how it ends *hits self repeatedly* XD