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[jetsam]

For lanerose - all tied up


Ogata surveyed the game with a carefully schooled expression, the fingers of his right hand twitching inside the over-long sleeve of a suit bought 'to grow into'. His mind followed the twists of the myriad of paths the stones could follow.

It looked like maybe… The calm face of his teacher told him nothing. It never did.

Ogata's head dropped, his left hand nudging his glasses up his nose. Yes, the end was inevitable. A two stone handicap and Touya-sensei had tied him in knots. There was still lots more to work on.

He bowed his head over the goban.

[stillskies.livejournal.com]

for aoyagi: 'i didn't do it!'

“I didn’t do it!” Yashiro yelped, scrambling across the floor and doing his absolute best not to burst out laughing.

Yeong-Ha, however, was not as amused as his flat mate. “Are you trying to tell me that someone else stole into our apartment and put bleach in my shampoo, and then, just as stealthily, snuck out?”

“Yes.”

“And, if I were to tell you that I did not believe you, even for a moment?”

Yashiro grinned. “Still didn’t do it.”

“Pray tell, who did? So that I may.. thank them for my exciting new hairdo.”

“Dunno. But, it looks good, Ko. Really good. Now, if you don’t hurry, you’re going to be late for your photo shoot.”

Yeong-Ha gritted his teeth together, mustered up what was left of his pride, and walked out the door. And if anyone mentioned his pink hair? Well, he’d distract them with the sudden news of Yashiro 5-dan’s imminent demise. And possibly Shindou-Honinbou’s.

He rather doubted Yashiro was smart enough to pull this off alone, and the bleach had to have come from somewhere.

[aoyagi.livejournal.com]

For thephoenixboy - sleeping upright

“Damnit, I can’t see the board well enough. Who is that old fart sitting right in front of the TV and taking all that space?” said one young man.

“I don’t know. He’s been sitting there throughout the whole tournament. I can’t see what Shindou Hikaru’s last move was,” retorted his friend.

“I’ll go tell him to move.”

A heavy hand landed on his shoulder and the young man looked up to meet eyes with none other but Ogata Jyuudan.

“In the go world, we would call such a move ‘eating your own territory’,” Ogata said calmly. “Trying to move a sleeping Kuwabara Honinbou from his seat would be just as dumb.”

“Yessir!” both young men said in unison and watched Ogata walk forward and take a seat next to Kuwabara, thus taking up all of the screen space.

[jetsam]

Those two would do it just to be difficult /g/

Nice!

[aoyagi.livejournal.com]

Perhaps ;) I'd love to see THAT fic written ;)

Subject and Observer Bias

[lanerose]

For readerofasaph

They were sitting in an airport bar waiting for their connection to Seoul when Hikaru glanced up at a tv screen and saw it. Wimbledon Finals, Tezuka vs. Echizen – Japan had talked about little else for days. But the two of them playing, staring across the net at each other in a world all their own…

"What are you looking at, Shindou?" Touya asked.

Hikaru turned and met the eyes of a dragon.

"Nothing," he replied, and put his next stone on the board between them to take up his dragon-slaying sword again.

Around them, the unnoticing crowd swirled on.

[daisy-chan.livejournal.com]

for: doumeki's prompt "This isn't what it looks like."



"Er," Shindou grappled in the face of the cyclone that was Touya's rage. "This isn't what it looks like."

"Oh?" Touya allowed. "So, you're not rejecting the game of your soul from which you have sworn to me, in blood, you would never deviate again? For something manufactured by Hasbro?"

The Risk board seemed entirely too incriminating at that point, especially considering the fierce land war currently being waged in Western Europe. "Er."

"Don't bother," Touya snapped. "I can't even look at you right now."

With that, he stomped away, Shindou scrabbling up and fast on Touya's heels.

"I claim the whipped boy's African nations!" Waya called into the stunned pause, and Isumi swept Shindou's abandoned bottles and chips out of the way before Waya toppled them while reaching across the board.

"Sworn in blood?" Yashiro with part alarm, part intrigued, and reached for the dice.


http://community.livejournal.com/daisyfics/16811.html

[trixie-chick.livejournal.com]

for daisy_chan: TRIVIAL PURSUIT

He pushed a game piece down the middle section. Two squares from the center. Pink, which he was calling light red. "So. How long do you think it would take to seduce Ogata? Assuming I wanted to."

Waya groaned, and flopped back. Isumi blanched, and scrambled to get out a card. Hikaru made a weird face. "Wait. Do you want to?"

Yashirou shrugged. "I don't know. I heard some rumors down south. About Ogata. His prowess."

"So, the question is..." Isumi said loudly, clearing his throat.

"Rumors? Prowess?" Hikaru furrowed his brow. "What kind of rumors? Ogata and who? You know he's a guy, right? A really old guy?"

"Shindou, be quiet," Akira sighed. "And Yashirou, those rumors... don't believe them. They're not even half true."

Yashirou raised an eyebrow and grinned. Isumi shut his eyes tightly and tried once again to read the question. Waya made puking sounds and rolled up into a ball.

Hikaru leveled Akira with a dark glare. "Wait. Can you verify the other half?"

Ochi leapt to his feet in disgust and turned to go. "Next time you're having game night, don't bother inviting me. I don't know why I thought there'd be go..." he grumbled, slamming the door behind him.

Isumi rubbed his face with his hand. Waya looked up, amused. Yashirou frowned. "So... I guess the rumors about Ochi and Ogata were true?"

Akira grimaced, nodding sadly. Waya looked like he'd really throw up. Isumi tossed the card in the air and flopped back.

"Man. I have got to get in on some of these rumors! No one tells me anything!" Hikaru pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

[daisy-chan.livejournal.com]

THIS IS INCREDIBLE XDD

[trixie-chick.livejournal.com]

happy to oblige. ^_~

[aoyagi.livejournal.com]

You win the internets, yo. This was brilliant

[trixie-chick.livejournal.com]

woohoo!! *goes and does evil things with my prize* ^_~

[aoyagi.livejournal.com]

Oh dear *has mental images*

[ungalad.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHAHAHA. Made of win~! :D

[trixie-chick.livejournal.com]

*blushes!* *bows!* ^_~

[aoyagi.livejournal.com]

For trixie_chick - fingerprints


The forensic crew worked swiftly around the mess in the middle of the room and didn’t speak unnecessary words out of respect to the bloodied body of a silver-haired man in a hakama. The detective in charge of the investigation stood dumb-founded at what he saw and kept shaking his head. After all, it’s been almost ten years since the last time he’s seen a similar scene and to his knowledge, the previous perpetrator went behind bars.

“What is going on here? I wish to speak with Touya Kouyo immediately!”

A man in a white suit appeared in the doorway, his face schooled into an expressionless façade, but fear still apparent behind the hazel eyes. The detective had a sudden feeling his case would be difficult, again.

“I’m afraid Touya Kouyo won’t be speaking with you ever again, sir,” he said politely and stepped sideways to show the horrific crime scene.

[trixie-chick.livejournal.com]

neoingaod. this is EVIL. so intriguing...!!!! wantsmore!!! =X

thankyou!!

[stillskies.livejournal.com]

for aoyagi: black suit

There was a static silence in the lobby as Hikaru and Yashiro entered the Institute. People were grouped in clusters, scattered about, all staring towards the elevators. Actually, it pretty reminiscint of when Touya-sensei came to one of Touya’s challenge matches in jeans and button up.

But Touya-sensei was in - he mentally ran through dates in his head - Germany this week. Frowning, he turned and looked at Yashiro, as though he held the answers.

Yashiro shrugged. “No clue,” he said quietly.

Hikaru spotted Touya in front of the elevator, standing completely still.

“Oi,” Hikaru whispered, pointing. “Let’s go ask Touya.”

Yashiro nodded, and they started toward Touya.

“Touya,” Hikaru said once they were close enough. Touya turned around, and Hikaru sped up. Touya looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Ogata-san,” Touya whispered, horrified.

“What’s wrong with Ogata-sensei?” Yashiro asked, confused.

“He was,” Touya began. “I mean, he was…”

“He was what, Touya?” Hikaru pressed, placing his hand on Touya’s shoulder.

“He was wearing a black suit.”

Hikaru and Yashiro blinked.

“Seriously?” Hikaru asked.

Touya nodded gravely.

Hikaru and Yashiro took off for the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Touya called after them.

“To see Ogata-sensei!” Yashiro yelled back.

“We have to see this!” Hikaru added.

When they found him, Ogata-sensei was agitatedly tapping his foot and sipping tea.

And he was in a black suit.

Hikaru and Yashiro stared in awe.

“You own something besides white,” Hikaru whispered.

Ogata-sensei looked at them and scowled. “I don’t see the big deal.”

“It’s a thing,” Yashiro responded, eyes wide with shock. “You wear white, Touya-san wears purple, Waya-san wears camouflage, and Ochi-san has that ugly haircut.”

Ogata-sensei rolled his eyes and walked away.

Hikaru and Yashiro looked at each other for a moment, before Hikaru said, “Wait until Waya hears about this.”

And then they took off for the stairs again.

[aoyagi.livejournal.com]

Heheheheheeeeeeeee!!! Exactly what I wanted ^_^ Thank you! =)

[stillskies.livejournal.com]

I can readz ur mynd! ♥

[aoyagi.livejournal.com]

You sure you should be doing that? -.-

[stillskies.livejournal.com]

I dunno. Maybe?

[aoyagi.livejournal.com]

For therhoda - Ko found dead


They all received the phone call very early in the morning, requesting their attendance at the emergency press conference at the Institute. Hikaru gathered together with the other young pros and watched with growing anxiety at the number of familiar faces increasing with each passing minute. He couldn’t help but feel impending gloom and doom. At exactly eight in the morning, one of the board members came on stage in front of the press and made an announcement:

“We have some grave news for everybody,” he started in a somber voice. “Earlier this morning, the young and promising go professional, Ko Yeon-ha, has been found dead in his hotel room.”

The room erupted in a variety of sounds and colors, with people trying to over-shout themselves and get attention of the board member.

“I bet you it was that bastard, Yashirou,” whispered Ochi from behind. “He hates Ko and he’s staying at the same hotel. And he’s not here right now, which means the police are probably interrogating him.”

“My bets are on Ogata,” Waya interrupted. “I heard he wanted into Ko’s pants and Ko refused him quite coldly. Men have killed for lesser insults in the past.”

“Let’s not assume anything just yet, all right?” Isumi interjected and they all turned their attention the chairman.

He looked more and more frazzled and when the noise finally died down, he sounded extremely irritated.

“I do realize it’s an international incident, but at this time I cannot disclose a lot of the details,” he said. “I can say that Ko-san died in his bathtub, when the hair-dryer fell into the water.”

Hikaru blinked a couple of times and looked over at his friends.

“He was a sissy boy until the end,” he said and shrugged with exasperation.