Words
Title: Words
Author: vfic83
Rating: G
Fandom: Hikaru No Go
Pairings: One sided Akari/Hikaru, implied Natsumi/Akari, implied Hikaru/Akira
Length: Word Perfect says 276
Disclaimer: Hikaru No Go, unfortunately, definitely does not belong to me. I think the characters I hate are probably glad of this fact.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Not everyone gets a happy ending.
Warnings: Bit of a crack pairing with the Natsumi/Akari. Angst.
A/N: This would be part one of the drabble bit that ai_ling asked for in exchange for her encouragement as a beta and very nicely listening to me whine about blind_go. Like... constantly. She asked for a drabble each for Kaga, Mitani, and Tsutsui- though she also said that she wouldn't mind Kaneko and Akari, either. I'm not sure whether these are going to end up being connected or not, but I figure I'll post them as I finish them anyway.
Akari has always thought that saying the words would be enough. That somehow, magically, she would confess and he'd finally see her as something beyond a childhood friend.
She realizes entirely too late that she's too old to believe in fairy tales.
Akari thinks for a while afterwards that maybe she just came on too strong, or maybe she should've said it differently- that there must've been something she could've done to prevent that mix of surprise and sadness and pity from coming onto his face. It never occurs to her until many years later that with him it has always and will always be Touya, though it finally does when she notices that the way Natsumi looks at her is the same way that Hikaru and Touya look at each other.
She stares out her kitchen window, not even noticing that her tea is growing cold as she slowly stirs it. Akari still hasn't responded to Natsumi's proposal. She asked him for time and he has given it to her, and even though he hasn't said anything more about it, she can tell that he's getting impatient. Her parents will be thrilled if she accepts. He's a nice man from a nice family and she knows that he'll make a wonderful husband, a wonderful father. But... she can't help but think about what might have happened... She sighs and gets up to grab a clean sheet of paper and a pen, then settles back down at the kitchen table. Sometimes there are no perfect words, she writes. Sometimes there's just nothing to say to begin with.
Author: vfic83
Rating: G
Fandom: Hikaru No Go
Pairings: One sided Akari/Hikaru, implied Natsumi/Akari, implied Hikaru/Akira
Length: Word Perfect says 276
Disclaimer: Hikaru No Go, unfortunately, definitely does not belong to me. I think the characters I hate are probably glad of this fact.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Not everyone gets a happy ending.
Warnings: Bit of a crack pairing with the Natsumi/Akari. Angst.
A/N: This would be part one of the drabble bit that ai_ling asked for in exchange for her encouragement as a beta and very nicely listening to me whine about blind_go. Like... constantly. She asked for a drabble each for Kaga, Mitani, and Tsutsui- though she also said that she wouldn't mind Kaneko and Akari, either. I'm not sure whether these are going to end up being connected or not, but I figure I'll post them as I finish them anyway.
Akari has always thought that saying the words would be enough. That somehow, magically, she would confess and he'd finally see her as something beyond a childhood friend.
She realizes entirely too late that she's too old to believe in fairy tales.
Akari thinks for a while afterwards that maybe she just came on too strong, or maybe she should've said it differently- that there must've been something she could've done to prevent that mix of surprise and sadness and pity from coming onto his face. It never occurs to her until many years later that with him it has always and will always be Touya, though it finally does when she notices that the way Natsumi looks at her is the same way that Hikaru and Touya look at each other.
She stares out her kitchen window, not even noticing that her tea is growing cold as she slowly stirs it. Akari still hasn't responded to Natsumi's proposal. She asked him for time and he has given it to her, and even though he hasn't said anything more about it, she can tell that he's getting impatient. Her parents will be thrilled if she accepts. He's a nice man from a nice family and she knows that he'll make a wonderful husband, a wonderful father. But... she can't help but think about what might have happened... She sighs and gets up to grab a clean sheet of paper and a pen, then settles back down at the kitchen table. Sometimes there are no perfect words, she writes. Sometimes there's just nothing to say to begin with.