when the gales of November come early (kishmet) wrote,
when the gales of November come early

Don't read this. Srsly.

I just remembered that I completely forgot my one sentence drabble post, so there's still like... ten requests I haven't gotten to yet. I'll do them tomorrow, promise! They're such fun, I can't believe I forgot about them.

I've been watching more Hikaru no Go today, surprise surprise. Also, I was playing Go online for the first time in eons. *___* Also, you know yesterday, I was writing in between episodes. I ended up writing these stupid little drabbles that make use of my limited (read: NONEXISTENT) knowledge of canon past episode fifteen or so. (My knowledge now extends past episode twenty! So happy!) I figured if I just wrote these, I could get it out of my system and go back to Prince of Tennis. Right? And oh, by the way, nobody worry about spoiling me. I've known all the relevant spoilers for eons now. :D

So cliched...


“You need some new clothes, Touya,” Hikaru announced one afternoon, completely out of the blue.

Touya turned and blinked at him. “Why? What’s wrong with the ones I have?”

A curious fact Hikaru had learned over the course of their relationship was that Touya was unable to retain anything that was said to him about his clothing. Numerous people had pointed out to him, diplomatically and politely or not, that Touya’s clothes looked like they’d been chosen by a fussy middle-aged woman. Hikaru himself had mentioned it dozens of times during their acquaintance, hoping that Touya would eventually get the point. Yet whenever Hikaru brought up these statements after the fact, Touya was never able to recall them having been said.

Nor did the rule apply only to derogatory comments. When Hikaru had expressed his admiration for Touya’s new pair of pants (or rather, for the nice backside that was accentuated by said pair of pants), Touya had stared at him blankly and hadn’t seemed to remember anything about it by the time they woke up the next morning. Then again, what they’d done shortly after Hikaru’s comment was made had practically been enough to eradicate Hikaru’s memory of what he’d said, too.

Touya had worn those pants more often than any other pair since then, though Hikaru assumed that was a coincidence.

Today, instead of trying to reason with Touya, which was generally an exercise in futility anyway, Hikaru said brightly, “Oh, hey, I know! Let’s go shopping! Come on!” He grabbed Touya’s hand and marched energetically for the door.

His marching was interrupted in mid-step, because Touya wasn’t walking along with him; Touya had, in fact, stopped dead in the middle of the room. “What, we’re going now?” Touya asked.

“Yes, now,” said Hikaru. “It’s not like we have anything better to do, and don’t you dare try to say you do. I know your schedule.”

“There are a lot of better things we could be doing,” said Touya dubiously, but he let Hikaru pull him out of the apartment.


“Touya,” Hikaru managed to say, even though he was busy staring, horrified, into the full-length changing room mirror. “Why am I the one trying on clothing?”

“Because all those t-shirts of yours are almost worn through, that’s why.” For someone with the worst fashion sense on earth, Touya was awfully professional about shopping for clothes. He buttoned the front of the shirt quickly, tugging at it in certain places to make sure it fell correctly or something like that, Hikaru wasn’t sure.

“It’s… it’s pink.” Hikaru was absolutely appalled by his reflection. He couldn’t decide whether the pink shirt or the pink-and-lavender sweatervest was worse. He was forced to conclude that they were each bad on their own, but it was the combination of the two that caused them to reach the very pinnacle of hideousness.

“Pink is a good color on you,” Touya observed. “I don’t know why you insist on wearing orange so often, of all things.”

“Uh…” Because anything was better than this amazingly girly shade of pink? Hikaru wasn’t going to say that aloud, though, because Touya, for reasons unknown, took offense to being called girly even though he ws just about the girliest person Hikaru knew. “I like orange…”

Touya shook his head. “You would. Here, go and try these on.” He handed Hikaru an armful of other clothes, most of which were either more pink and lavender or disturbingly argyle. “You’ll have something decent to wear to the next tournament this way.

Hikaru hung his head and took the clothes. If anyone he knew saw him wearing these, they’d probably die laughing, especially if the person in question was Waya.

“And Shindou,” Touya called after him. Hikaru turned back. “I do not forget everything anyone says to me about my clothes.”

Hikaru gaped at Touya until Touya pushed the door of the changing cubicle shut.

For some reason, Hikaru always forgot that Touya was terribly good at getting revenge, and not just on the goban.


I... don't know wtf this one is.


Shindou’s state of mind was always made obvious when they started placing stones on the board.

Touya supposed that his own state of mind was probably pretty obvious during a game of Go, too. That was the point, after all, that was why he was good, because he put himself into the game, the stones, the goban. He and Shindou were good for some of the same reasons.

But Touya had some sort of filter, through which each and every emotion, excitement, anger, frustration, sadness, could all be channeled into an incredible game. Shindou had commented on that once, the fact that Touya had the same kind of intense, pinpoint concentration no matter whether he’d just won a tournament, or Shindou had just spilled coffee all over the carpet.

Shindou, on the other hand, tended to be far more erratic.

Take today, for instance: Shindou had opened aggressively, but he’d missed a reckless opportunity that Touya knew he normally would have taken. In other words, Shindou was distracted.

Touya’s conclusion was backed up by the fact that Shindou was staring thoughtfully at the board, biting his lower lip while tapping out the rhythm to an undoubtedly loud and popular song on his leg. “Shindou,” said Touya.

Shindou looked up, his eyes focusing for the first time in five minutes. “Huh? Oh.” He picked up a stone and placed it on the board, putting one of Touya’s groups of stones into atari.

“Shindou, you’re not concentrating.” Touya placed a stone where it would both save the group and potentially gain him more territory, especially if Shindou kept paying inadequate attention to the game.

“I’m concentrating,” said Shindou absently, making an absolutely brilliant move and looking as though he’d done it by accident. Touya knew better, of course, because Shindou still made an enormously high percentage of absolutely brilliant moves, even when he was distracted this way.

Touya sighed and made his own move to counter Shindou’s.

He let the game go on that way for another ten minutes. Shindou clearly had his mind on something else, and though Touya wasn’t irritated, precisely, he didn’t like it when Shindou’s mind wandered during one of their games. “Shindou,” he said, more forcefully than he’d intended.

“What? It’s your turn,” Shindou added, thus proving that he wasn’t entirely out of touch with what was going on around him.

Sometimes actions spoke louder than words, and if actions on the board weren’t going to get Shindou’s attention, Touya decided that more drastic measures were necessary. Shindou, being rather thick at times, occasionally needed a slap in the face as opposed to a tap on the shoulder. Touya leaned across the goban, grabbed a surprised-looking Shindou by the front of the shirt, and kissed him in a way that wasn’t “girly” at all, despite Shindou’s frequent statements that everything Touya did was girly by default.

“Uh…?” said Shindou, when Touya finally released him. He glanced down at the game to see whether they’d knocked anything out of place, but of course Touya had been careful to avoid that. “What was that for?” He licked his lips and blinked at Touya, making Touya want to kiss him again. He refrained, however, on the grounds that they’d never finish the game if that happened.

“You were distracted,” said Touya calmly, placing his stone on the board and capturing one of Shindou’s. Then, after about a minute of studying the board, Touya realized that Shindou wasn’t going to make a move. He looked up. “Shindou…”

“And you thought that would help?” asked Shindou incredulously. “You’re crazy!”

“I am not!” said Touya, offended. “I thought that it would-”

“Well, it didn’t,” said Shindou, and proceeded to abandon their game completely by leaning over and kissing Touya silly.

“We’re not done yet,” said Touya against Shindou’s lips, in a mumble that would have appalled him to hear it coming out of his own mouth under normal circumstances.

“Should’ve thought of that before you kissed me,” said Shindou, and concentrated with ferocious intensity on ridding Touya of his pants.

Well, Touya reasoned with a mental sigh. At least Shindou was focused on something now.


My favorite, and the shortest one of these.


“Shindou,” said Touya. “You are an idiot.

Shindou eyed Touya apprehensively. “You came all the way down here just to say that?” It didn’t seem to him to be worth the price of a bus ride; Touya had called him an idiot plenty of times before, so it wasn’t as though this was a particularly momentous occasion. Also, Shindou had no idea what he’d done to incur Touya’s wrath this time. A thought occurred to him then, and not a very pleasant one. “Touya, are you dying?”

“What?” Touya didn’t even stop glaring long enough to look bewildered. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, if you were dying or something, you might want to do everything you like doing before you died, right?” The explanation sounded slightly stupid, even to Shindou. He shrugged and gave Touya a tentative grin.

Touya did not smile back. His eyes positively blazed, something that Shindou normally found attractive when it wasn’t making him nervous as heck.

“Since you’re here, want to play-” Shindou began cautiously. He always got the feeling that if Touya didn’t vent his rage and passion through Go, Touya would probably become a serial killer, or at least punch an inordinate number of people’s lights out.

“No!” Touya snapped. “I am not playing Go with you right now.” He advanced dangerously on Shindou, closing the apartment door behind him, thus cutting off Shindou’s only possible escape route.

Shindou started hoping fervently that the bit about Touya punching people’s lights out was more accurate than the serial killer bit. Either way, he thought, dismayed, this was going to hurt.


In conclusion, I like it when Touya is angry. He's so pretty that way. *____*
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