Author: The Violent Tomboy PM
Spirits unable to pass on usually mean trouble, but at least this one wasn't trying to kill anyone. Pretty friendly guy, actually, although she couldn't believe that anybody could be this passionate about an old board game.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Supernatural - Kagome H. & Hikaru S. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,664 - Reviews: 48 - Favs: 60 - Follows: 100 - Updated: 04-12-09 - Published: 02-25-09 - id: 4886041
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Geez this took forever to update. Don't kill me, or else this story will never be updated! (For obvious reasons.)
Nice to see a lot of people at least interested in this fanfiction, and it's short enough that it will be eventually completed. That, you all have no fear!
Disclaimer: I'm poor.
Chapter 2: Intro
They took a booth by a sunny window and Kagome set the tray down on the table. The boy was squirming slightly in his seat as he took a burger and unwrapped it halfway. He might've been tempted in by the free food, but now that he was actually sitting across from her, he looked rather nervous. The ghost looked a little worried as well, but it was more projected towards his young companion. Kagome decided that it was probably for the best that she start off the introductions.
"I'm Higurashi Kagome. Nice to meet you!"
The boy, slightly reddened in the face, stuttered over his words and spoke too quickly. "Ah! I-I'm Shindou Hikaru!"
"My name is Fujiwara no Sai," the ghost said, bowing deeply. "I am very pleased to make your acquaintance."
Kagome gave them her best smile. "It's nice to meet you, Hikaru-kun, Sai-san!"
Hikaru blushed deeper and began to wave his hands around frantically, his burger still in his grip. Kagome sheepishly giggled.
"Sorry, am I being too informal? Should I call you Shindou-kun instead?"
Might as well...I did meet someone with the same name a few weeks ago...best not to get mixed up...
"Yes!" he said before taking a rather large bite of his burger and chewing far too vigorously. He began to choke, causing Sai to cry out. The ghost did have a regal appearence, true enough, but at the moment his face was akin to that of a puppy dog. It was kind of cute, in a strange, endearing kind of way.
After a few thumps to the chest, Hikaru managed to swallow. He rubbed the back of his head, forcing himself to laugh. "I must look like an idiot right now. Guess it's because I never met anyone who could see Sai before, always thought it was just me..."
"I have some spiritual power, so I see weird things all the time," Kagome said, her words causing the two males to perk up in interest. "A couple months ago, I met a little girl named Mayu who was killed in a fire."
A 'whoa' was all the escaped Hikaru's lips. Sai, however, was a little more articulate. "What was she like?"
"Um, she was kind of vengeful because she died thinking her mother abandoned her, so she tried to kill her little brother."
Sai covered his mouth with his sleeve. Hikaru, on the other hand, was taking a slurp from his drink at that moment and sputtered. Kagome found her face splattered with lemon-lime soda. With a small twitch of her eyebrow, she wiped her cheeks dry with a napkin.
"She didn't actually, she didn't actually..." Hikaru started.
"Well, since she couldn't move on, she was about to be dragged off to hell, but at the last moment I managed to calm her down. She's safely crossed over now."
Hikaru let out a sigh of relief, but Sai looked rather pensive. "Dragged off to hell...is that the fate of those who insist on remaining in the world of the living?"
"Well, yeah, the ones that are still kind of angry at something," Kagome said as she chewed on a French fry thoughtfully. "Which is kind of weird, because you seem pretty nice and calm, Sai-san. Why are you still here? All the other ghosts I met had...issues..."
Kagome tried very hard at the moment not to think of Kikyou.
There was a faraway look in Sai's eyes now, a faint smile on his lips. "It is my wish to achieve the Hand of God."
Kagome blinked, cocking her head to the side as a question mark seemed to physically manifest, hovering above her.
The faraway look was still there as he continued. "It is my love of go that anchors me to the mortal plane, and until I play the perfect game, I will stay here for as long as I must."
She blinked again, cocked her head to the side again, and once more, the question mark appeared.
It seems that I have lost my ability to completely relieve a hard boiled egg of its shell in three seconds. That, and I still can't crack a soft boiled one without actually sticking my fingers into it, resulting the tips of my fingers being dipped in yolk every single time.
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