Holy Crap, a Gen Fic!
Title: Arsenic and Go Stones
Author: vfic83
Rating: PG
Fandom: Hikaru No Go
Pairings: None
Length: Word Perfect says 280 words
Disclaimer: Hikaru No Go belongs to Obata Takeshi and Hotta Yumi, not me. This is the best thing for everyone. Trust me.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Ogata dies.
Warnings: Crack. Character death. Also, an OC who may or may not have a gender appropriate name.
A/N: For Pye. I can't break your brain, but I can dedicate horribly written drabbles to you! <333 To everyone else who is unfortunate enough to read this: I apologize in advance. XD
Ogata Seiji died of a massive heart attack not three hours after finally winning the Honinbou title. He had collapsed unexpectedly while leaving the Go institute, desperately clutching at his chest, and he was gone before anyone was even able to call an ambulance.
Hayashi Takao sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. This was getting him nowhere. It was obvious that the man had been poisoned, murdered, but all his investigating had turned up nothing. The only thing he had found out was that most people had thought Ogata creepy. Especially the Shindou kid, who had practically run out of the room screaming every time the name was mentioned.
Despite this, though, no one seemed to have wanted Ogata dead. Even ex lovers, of which there were many of both sexes, hadn't wished him any ill will. Go opponents had respected his skill at the game, even if most of them were usually crushed by the higher dan, and the ones who weren't appreciated the challenge. Takao sighed again. He knew there was something major he was overlooking. There just had to be- but after having gotten five hours of sleep in as many days, he just couldn't see what the hell it was.
*~*~*~*~*
Not so very far away, a man sat in a chair with a cigar between his lips. He removed it and blew out smoke slowly, as if enjoying himself immensely, and then put out the cigar as he contemplated the events of the last few days.
The laughter that followed, had anyone heard it, would have been best described as the evil cackle of someone truly insane.
Or like an old monkey. Either worked.