A/N: Just got issue 14 of Shounen Jump. Someone tell me, when
did I forget how goddamn MUCH I loved Hikaru no Go?
Akira's POV. Introspective, whoo. XD
Your expression was the first thing that caught my attention.
There was a certain excitement and relief there, an honest
pleasure at finding someone your own age to play against. I
suppose you thought, that day, that it would be boring to play
against an adult. Certainly, almost all of the players were
much older, and none of them would have been any challenge at
all for you.
But then again, neither was I.
That day . . . that go you used was so far above mine that I
could hardly believe it. But I couldn't deny something I'd seen
To play that go again with you . . .
I used to think I would have done anything to get to play that
you again. But now . . .
As much as I want to play that incredible opponent that you
were, it's Shindou I want to see before me. It is Shindou that
I want to play more than anyone. Even more than Sai or my
father or anyone else.
It is you I want to defeat the most thoroughly, and you only who
I can let beat me.
The Hand of God . . . how long, do you think, until we find it?
Because I know it will be one of us who does.
Nothing else is acceptable.
No one else is acceptable.
Not Sai or my father or anyone but you and I. Because I could
never stand to lose to anyone but you, and there is no one that
I want to surpass more.
All my life, I've wanted this. You just stumbled across it one
day, more or less came in off the street a genius. And then you
broke and couldn't do it at all anymore.
And then you rebuilt it.
Not the same go, but something that actually seemed less awkward
with you. Both the modern and the archaic, but looser, more
comfortable, more certain. Before, you always seemed a little
bored . . . but when you started over, there was a different
light in you. A different look, even while you lost.
You were prouder of those losses than of any of your previous
This confused me for a long time.
Now, strangely, I think I might be starting to understand. I
don't know how you learned that first style, but it was not
And everything else aside, your style is the one I like the
best. The one that I don't have to chase nor to have chasing me
. . . the Shindou who is running beside me.
I expect to beat you. But I won't be sorry if I don't.
Because . . . I still remember that first expression . . . that
happiness in your eyes when you met me that day.
And I intend to see you look at me that way forever.
* fin *
. : the face you wear for me : .