Voyeur (Hikaru no Go: Akari/Nase)
"I'll play you even," says Nase, and the man merely shrugs.
"I'm sure you know what you're doing," he answers and clearly doesn't mean it.
Fujisaki doesn't say a word, but her hand is tight on the armrest of Nase's chair as they chose for colour.
Nase plays black, and briefly wonders about the ethics of what she's doing until Fujisaki leans closer and her perfume overpowers the tobacco smoke. Fujisaki is silent as the game progresses: she is intently focused on following the moves of Nase and the man across from them. His moves take longer and longer while Nase's answers are crisp and clear-cut and confident, and Fujisaki's hands have moved to grasp Nase's left wrist. He is no weakling - he would have defeated Fujisaki ten moves ago - but Nase is better, and she knows that she has won the game five moves before he resigns.
Fujisaki's eyes are shining as she looks at the board as if counting points; when their opponent starts cleaning his stones, Fujisaki leans over and starts sorting out the black ones.
"Hey," says the man, and Fujisaki doesn't even look up, "who the hell are you, and how come you brought along a maid?"
Nase smiles politely. "She's my student," she says, and starts pulling on her coat as Fujisaki closes the lid of the goke.
It's below freezing as they make their way to the station. Nase holds out her arm and Fujitaki takes it with a giggle, and then she buries her face in Nase's shoulder for a moment.
"I liked it when you called me your student."
"Well, that's what we do, isn't it?" says Nase with an exaggareted ease, "I demonstrate for you the strategies and traps which I tell you about. It is clearly all for your benefit."
"Yes, of course," says Fujisaki blissfully as she stands up and straightens her hat. The streets are crowded in the early evening, and they walk in silence for a long while.
"You know, we can't keep doing this if I pass the pro test."
Fujisaki leans closer as they pass by a woman with two children, and doesn't move away when they're in the clear. "I hope you'll pass it."
"As you well should, even though it means you'll have to find someone else to fulfill your perverse desires."
Fujisaki goes red and shoves her, hard.
"I just like seeing you win," she is blushing and looking away, but she is smiling and not even trying to suppress it. "If I played men like that, they'd feel sorry for me and go easy on me, and I'd still lose. You scare them. I love watching that."
"Like I said, perverse desires."
"No," says Fujisaki, "well, maybe, but it's like..." she hesitates for a second, "You're not afraid of anyone. The only boys I'm not afraid to play are Go club members who are younger than me. I know it's dumb, but it feels so good to see girls beat them."
"That's not dumb. That's how I used to feel about Sakurano-san back when she first went pro."
Nase stops as Fujisaki suddenly takes her hand and pulls. Her cheeks are still pink, but she looks suddenly serious as her fingers tighten around Nase's. Nase wonders if she should say something, but there is nothing sensible she can add as Fujisaki leans close as if to whisper to her, and presses her wet lips to Nase's ear for three lingering seconds.