A/N: Ok now. This is my first Hikaru no Go fic so bear with me. This also hasn't been beta-read. Anyone want the job then just go ahead and tell me in a review. There will be eventual Aki/Hik later on in the chapters. I intend this to be a huge multi-part story so everyone just bare with me. I will try my hardest to get chapters out fast. I'm also working on other stories, college, home, job so my life is a little bit hectic. Anywho, read and review and that will tell me whether or not to continue this story.
Chapter 1- The beginning
Shindou Hikaru raised his hand in the air and paused for a moment. The black stone he held between his first two fingers glinted dangerously in the light of the room. His opponent shivered once in fright. So this was what playing a serious Shindou-kun was like. He understood now his friends' comments. He'd played Shindou-kun at the Go center but he was never serious. This was different. His eyes were set in a glare that reminded the man of Touya Akira.
The hand moved with a speed that was hard for the man to keep up with. They'd told him that sometimes Shindou-kun was a speed Go player and to watch out when he turned this way. They said that he was his most dangerous because, when this happened, he'd already seen to the end of the game and knew that he was going to win. The man shivered again when he saw where Shindou-kun placed the stone. Very good. Very bad for him. It meant his loss, that was for certain. He glanced opened mouthed at the young Go pro.
Hikaru paid no attention to the looks the man was giving him. The only things on his mind were the goban and the stones. No matter where his opponent placed his next stone, he'd place one that would kill him. He could feel his opponents defeat.
"I resign." The man choked out.
"Thank you for the game." Hikaru dutifully replied, no hint of elation in his voice or boastfulness in his eyes.
Then, as the man was getting up, Hikaru relaxed and his face broke out in a huge smile. He threw his hands over his head.
"I WON!" He shouted. Not too loud to interrupt any games but loud nevertheless. Startled, the man sat down again. "Now, here and here if you'd placed your stones differently, you might have had a chance." He pointed at the places, the wide grin never leaving his face.
The man blinked and looked at the spaces. "No, I don't think you would have let me get away with places the stones there. If I had then you would have cut me off somehow else."
Hikaru blinked and rubbed the back of his head ruefully. "Probably. It was a good game anyway."
He glanced over at Touya Akira and saw that he was still in a game. From the looks of it, though, he was almost finished. He frowned and looked more closely at the board. Yeah, Touya was winning by over 10 moku, there was no way his opponent could come back from that loss. Especially since it was against Touya. For a moment Hikaru was a bit envious of the other person. He'd been itching to play Touya in an official match. Ah well. Some other time.
He got up and stretched his cramped up muscles and then walked over to the signing table. He grinned cheekily at the man behind the table.
"Mark me for a win by resignation. Thanks." The man wrote furiously and then glanced at Hikaru when it was obvious that he wasn't leaving. "Could you also give a message to Touya when he wins?" The man raised his brow at the declaration. "Can you tell him that I'm going over to my grandpa's house to play him so I won't be able to meet him today. I'll call and meet up with him tomorrow."
The man wrote all of this down without a word and nodded. "Sure and congratulations on your win." He smiled mechanically at Hikaru but he was already gone.
Hikaru punched the button for the elevator and quickly got on. When the doors opened, he was out and running as fast as he could. It wasn't often when his grandfather asked him to come out and play him so he took every opportunity he could to play the old man. Besides, it was a good chance to go pay homage to the goban in his grandpa's shed.
That goban had changed his life when a ghost of a former Go player popped out of it. He was 12 years old and the rain was coming down really hard. He'd had no money and hoped to sell some stuff in his grandpa's shed to get him by. He'd spotted the goban and cleaned it up thinking that it would get him quite a bit of money. When a stain refused to be wiped off, he'd complained. His childhood friend, Akari, had said there was nothing on the board. When he'd insisted there was something there, a voice came out from no where asking him if he could hear him. That's when his life of Go started and his life of peace and quiet ended.
He stepped off of the train and started walking toward his grandfather's house. He was too distracted in his thoughts to really pay attention to where he was going. People jostled him but he didn't even spare them a glance. He was getting too depressed with his thoughts to care about other people.
Fujiwara no Sai was the ghost that came out of the goban. He wore a tall hat and a white kimono that was stylish over a thousand years ago. His dark black, nearly purple looking, waist length hair was tied off near the end with a purple ribbon. He had always carried around a fan with him wherever he went.
Sai, his teacher. Sai, his friend. Sai, his constant companion for two full years. No matter what Hikaru did, he would always miss his best friend painfully.
He was a bit startled when he found himself stepping into his grandfathers' yard but quickly composed himself. He glanced at the old shed and, once again, remembered that rainy afternoon. It was a bit of a surprise when thunder boomed announcing the incoming afternoon rains. Hikaru smiled warily at that thought. Just like that afternoon.
A voice made him return to the present. "Ah Hikaru, thought you'd never make it here." His grandfather stood next to him, smiling.
"You know, Grandfather, traffic was horrible on the way here. You just had to pick a time when all the people are getting out of school." He gave his grandfather a cheeky grin, well aware that he should have been one of those people if circumstances were different.
"Yeah, yeah." His grandfather ruffled his hair playfully. "Now, what do you say to a match?" The light in his grandfather's eyes made Hikaru wary.
"Sure." He hesitantly agreed.
He took one last look at the run down shed and then turned to follow his grandfather into the house. After greeting his grandmother, they went out onto the porch with two steaming cups of tea. The goban was at its usual place in the center of the porch. It was the toher object that startled Hikaru. It was a huge box, at least up to his knees. It was wrapped with some tasteful wrapping paper and placed next to the goban. Hikaru eyed his grandfather suspiciously
"Hikaru, this is why I'm so excited to play you. If you can beat me after all the training I've gone through, then this is yours." He beamed at Hikaru, confirming Hikaru's suspicions.
He sighed once for dramatics and then a smile bloomed on his face. "Then what are we waiting for!" He asked, shoving up his sleeves as if to do battle.
His grandfather chuckled at Hikaru's antics and settled himself down on the porch. Hikaru plopped down and grabbed a handful of black stones. His grandfather picked two white ones, laying them on the board. The count turned out to be even so his grandfather got black and got to make the first move.
Halfway into the fame, Hikaru picked up a white stone and stopped. He remembered holding a white stone in front of Touya Meijin. Sai had been directing him where to place the stones. It was his third time playing Go. He'd fled from that game, scared at the feelings it aroused. Sai had whined at him all day after he calmed down. It was quite hilarious when he thought back on it but, at the time, it had been scary.
Hikaru closed his eyes in pain. Oh Sai, why did you have to leave? Of course there wasn't an answer.
Involuntarily, his eyes opened and sought out the shed.
"Still can't keep your mind off of that board hm?"
Startled, Hikaru gave his grandpa a deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. He'd totally forgotten that he was playing his grandfather. A deep blush was staining his cheeks.
"Er, yes I can." He boasted, placing his stone.
"Then you won't mind when I tell you I gave that board to a kid that loves Go." This was said very softly.
Nevertheless, Hikaru jumped to his feet as if it had been a scream. "You did WHAT!" His eyes turned to become the serious eyes he used only for Go. "Grandfather! Why'd you do that!" He knew he was screaming but he couldn't help it. The goban was gone. He'd lost it forever.
"Because I bet this kid that he could have it if he beat me. He beat me so squarely that I had no choice. He'd eyed that board for years now. I didn't have the heart to keep it from one who loved it so much." His eyes were shielded when he said that. "Now sit down and let's finish this match."
Hikaru, gapping, sat down mechanically. His mind was too stunned by what his grandfather had just told him. No, it couldn't be gone. He could just go over to that kids' house and demand it back. Yeah, he could challenge the kid to a match and win it back. Hikaru wasn't a pro for nothing.
He barely noticed when his grandfather resigned. That was how much in shock he was in.
"Now, why don't you open your present?" His grandfather gently shoved the box his way.
Hikaru shoved the thoughts in his head, ranging from killing his grandfather to killing the kid, and focused on his present. That goban had been his grandfathers to do with as he pleased. Hikaru had turned him down the one time his grandfather had offered it to him. But he hadn't thought his grandfather wanted to get rid of it that bad.
He tore open the wrapping, not caring how he ripped it. He was a messy person by nature. Why would opening presents be any different? He grabbed his house key to tear open the tape keeping the box closed. He pulled back the lid and gasped. Inside it was a goban. No, to be more precise, the goban that was supposed to be in the shed. He glanced up quickly at his grandfather who was grinning from ear to ear.
"I told you, he beat me squarely and loved Go so much that he had to have it. Just don't tell your mother." His grandpa winked at him, still amused that Hikaru was still gapping like a fish out of water.
One instant he was standing there, in the next he was in his grandfathers' arms crying. He didn't care if he was supposed to be a highschooler and a Go pro. This was the best gift he could have received from his grandfather.
"Thanks, Old Man." He rasped.
His grandfather didn't take any offense. He knew his grandson very well. Hikaru was his favorite, if only, grandson and he doted on him like no other when his mother would allow it. Hikaru was one very bright boy.
Hikaru gave his thanks to his grandma as well and then took his leave. Lugging around a heavy goban was difficult and he received a lot of weird looks but he got it home. He snuck up the stairs and put the box away when he heard his mother coming up the stairs.
"Hikaru, how was the trip to your grandparents?" She asked brightly.
"Great, Mom. I creamed Grandpa. He was crying." He gave her a cheeky grin.
She fell for it. She giggled. "Oh, Hikaru, your grandpa's no match for you anymore. Go easy on him once and a while. Ok?" She winked at him and then closed the door.
Making sure her footsteps were well enough away, he waited a full half an hour before venturing toward his closet. He pulled out the box and gently removed the goban. He fondly rubbed his fingers over the surface. He blinked when he saw a shadow in one of the corners of the board.
"That's odd." He whispered to himself.
He tilted the board to one side and the shadow-like thing seemed to sort of fade away. Finally, he shrugged and put it off as a trick of the light. He set the board next to the other one his grandfather bought him and smiled. Yes, it looked very nice in his room. As if it were meant to be there.
He quickly changed into his nightclothes and hopped into bed. He turned off the light and sighed contentedly. He turned his back to the room and quickly fell asleep. If he were awake just a little longer, he would have seen the corner of the Go board light up in the light of the full moon ominously.