Forgetfulness: Hikaru no Go, PG, HikAki
Title: Forgetfulness
Author: Alexandra Lucas (starlighter)
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Type: gen, implied relationship
Pairing: Hikaru/Akira
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Hikaru no Go belongs to Takeshi Obata and Hotta Yumi. They're the ones I give my money to, at least.
Challenge: 15 minutes, anything goes (>_<)
Notes: Because I know, deep down, that Morishita-sensei is just evil this way.
Shindou's on the phone when he comes in, the neat little yellow Nokia he got for his birthday, the same shade as his hair. It dangles with chain with circular pieces - black and white, of course - that bear a eerie resemblance to the stones. Waya has the sneaking suspicion that they are stones. He doesn't let himself ask exactly where Shindou got them (he had, it seemed, a kind of radar for this kind of paraphernalia) and he always jerks his eyes away when he catches himself staring (and yearning) after them. There are, he tells himself sternly, limits to what he'd do for the game. Subsuming his sense of fashion to it crosses, well, whatever line Waya still has. He had had to hit Isumi when he wouldn't stop laughing after Waya had said this to him.
"...so you take a left at that road, go down and take another right, and it should be right there - black gate, bonsai tree in front... What do you mean you don't see it!? Of course I'm sure, I come here every week! ...What about my sense of direction!? That wasn't my fault!"
Three guesses as to who he was talking to, Waya thought as he toed off his socks. First two don't count. Shindou still had one shoe hanging off his toes, having apparently just sat down in the hallway to answer the phone, his bag trailing on the floor.
"I told you I'd pick you up at the station... ah, here it is." Right behind him, and if he got a bowl of ramen for every guess like this, he'd never have to feed himself again.
Saeki and Shirakawa are in the hallway behind Shindou now, come to see what all the commotion is, and Waya's trying to maneuver his way past Shindou, who's trying to get up and get out of his way. In general, Waya's beginning to feel more than a little bit crowded. Morishita-sensei's entryway isn't the most spacious of places. When Touya steps in as well, right into the space he just vacated, Morishita-sensei appearing like the worst kind of inevitable next to Shirakawa's shoulder, Waya starts to feel distinctly trapped. There's no space to move - Shindou and Touya behind him, and Saeki, Shirakawa and Morishita-sensei in front. If he had been a superstitious kind of guy, he would've thrown salt over his shoulder to ward off the bad omens.
"Ohayou gozaimasu," Touya greets them all politely, bowing a little to Morishita, who gravely bows back, and turns almost immediately to Shindou. "Here," he hands a familiarly-yellow highlighted wallet to Shindou, marked disapproval in his tone. "I can't imagine how you could get all the way here and not realize you didn't have it."
"I told you, I left my fare card in my jeans last night! I didn't remember until I got here, and it was too late to go back, and since you hadn't left yet and it's on your way..."
"Yes, yes," Touya waves Shindou's excuses away. "I have to get going, or I'll be late. Just try not to forget it again. Forgive me for intruding," he turns to bow at Morishita, and the avidly curious clump of us in the corridor.
"Not at all," Morishita-sensei responds, as graciously as Waya had ever only heard him use with game officials, reporters, and Touya Koyo.
Shindou mutters under his breath all the way to the study room, kicking off his shoes haphazardly and stuffing the offending wallet into his back pocket.
Morishita-sensei waits until they've all arranged themselves around the board before turning to eye Shindou carefully.
"So, Shindou, what was your wallet doing with Touya anyway?"
Author: Alexandra Lucas (starlighter)
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Type: gen, implied relationship
Pairing: Hikaru/Akira
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Hikaru no Go belongs to Takeshi Obata and Hotta Yumi. They're the ones I give my money to, at least.
Challenge: 15 minutes, anything goes (>_<)
Notes: Because I know, deep down, that Morishita-sensei is just evil this way.
Shindou's on the phone when he comes in, the neat little yellow Nokia he got for his birthday, the same shade as his hair. It dangles with chain with circular pieces - black and white, of course - that bear a eerie resemblance to the stones. Waya has the sneaking suspicion that they are stones. He doesn't let himself ask exactly where Shindou got them (he had, it seemed, a kind of radar for this kind of paraphernalia) and he always jerks his eyes away when he catches himself staring (and yearning) after them. There are, he tells himself sternly, limits to what he'd do for the game. Subsuming his sense of fashion to it crosses, well, whatever line Waya still has. He had had to hit Isumi when he wouldn't stop laughing after Waya had said this to him.
"...so you take a left at that road, go down and take another right, and it should be right there - black gate, bonsai tree in front... What do you mean you don't see it!? Of course I'm sure, I come here every week! ...What about my sense of direction!? That wasn't my fault!"
Three guesses as to who he was talking to, Waya thought as he toed off his socks. First two don't count. Shindou still had one shoe hanging off his toes, having apparently just sat down in the hallway to answer the phone, his bag trailing on the floor.
"I told you I'd pick you up at the station... ah, here it is." Right behind him, and if he got a bowl of ramen for every guess like this, he'd never have to feed himself again.
Saeki and Shirakawa are in the hallway behind Shindou now, come to see what all the commotion is, and Waya's trying to maneuver his way past Shindou, who's trying to get up and get out of his way. In general, Waya's beginning to feel more than a little bit crowded. Morishita-sensei's entryway isn't the most spacious of places. When Touya steps in as well, right into the space he just vacated, Morishita-sensei appearing like the worst kind of inevitable next to Shirakawa's shoulder, Waya starts to feel distinctly trapped. There's no space to move - Shindou and Touya behind him, and Saeki, Shirakawa and Morishita-sensei in front. If he had been a superstitious kind of guy, he would've thrown salt over his shoulder to ward off the bad omens.
"Ohayou gozaimasu," Touya greets them all politely, bowing a little to Morishita, who gravely bows back, and turns almost immediately to Shindou. "Here," he hands a familiarly-yellow highlighted wallet to Shindou, marked disapproval in his tone. "I can't imagine how you could get all the way here and not realize you didn't have it."
"I told you, I left my fare card in my jeans last night! I didn't remember until I got here, and it was too late to go back, and since you hadn't left yet and it's on your way..."
"Yes, yes," Touya waves Shindou's excuses away. "I have to get going, or I'll be late. Just try not to forget it again. Forgive me for intruding," he turns to bow at Morishita, and the avidly curious clump of us in the corridor.
"Not at all," Morishita-sensei responds, as graciously as Waya had ever only heard him use with game officials, reporters, and Touya Koyo.
Shindou mutters under his breath all the way to the study room, kicking off his shoes haphazardly and stuffing the offending wallet into his back pocket.
Morishita-sensei waits until they've all arranged themselves around the board before turning to eye Shindou carefully.
"So, Shindou, what was your wallet doing with Touya anyway?"