Part One:
“We are going to what?!”
Ogata winced at the loud
scream from the bleached blond, but managed to retain his composure. He eyed
Hikaru with a wary look and sighed. “You are all going to be roommates,” he
reiterated slowly. “It is the rule and
there is no getting around it, sorry.
He was currently standing in
the lobby of the airport, with the four boys sitting before him. Parents and well-wishers
lined the long hall, as cameras flashed from the local and national press.
Puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette, he pushed his glasses higher
up the bridge of his nose and stared at the mortified expressions on their
faces.
“What is the problem now?”
Waya was the first to break
the silence. “No way in hell am I rooming with him!”
Him just happened to be Touya, who tightened his
jaw at the way Waya had spoken about him, but it looked like the redhead wasn’t
finished. “I would rather sleep in a room full of snakes than to sleep with Mr.
Personality!”
“Keep your voice down,
Yoshikata or I will take you out of team,” Ogata chided coldly. “The press is
beginning to notice the way you are acting. How will it look if they see the
disunity on the team already? Now, you will either behave yourself or you will
be kicked out, got it?”
“Yeah…yeah.” Waya pouted and
slouched lower in his seat. He turned his head to glare out of the large glass
windows, hardly noticing that Hikaru had moved closer to him. “That guy
irritates me!”
“Who? Ogata-sensei or…”
“Touya! Who else? Hell, for
the past week he’s been acting like he is above us or something!”
Hikaru shrugged lightly and
stared out of the window as well. It was taking all of his strength not to run
around in excitement. He had never been out of the country before and the sight
of the large airplanes so close to him, sent all thoughts of the games ahead
out of his mind. He was going to
“Have you ever flown before,
Waya?”
The redhead shook his head
and quickly lost his sullen look. “It is kinda exciting, isn’t it? We get to
meet all sorts of people and have tons and tons of fun…”
“The time for fun will come
once we win the title,” Ogata interrupted them calmly. “I do not want you all
going there with the notion that this is just another field trip. Remember that
we’re going against some fifty or so countries and one misstep could get us out
of the competition.”
“Gee…put the pressure on us,
why don’t you?” Hikaru muttered, earning a chuckle from Waya and a snort from
Ochi. Hikaru turned to face the smaller boy and nudged him playfully. “You ever
been out of the country before, Ochi-kun?”
“No. But my grandfather has.
He went to
All three fell silent, only
to turn their heads (as if on cue) to their silent companion, who was currently
reading a book. Hikaru opened his mouth to ask, but snapped it shut as Waya
beat him to the punch.
“What about you, Touya-kun?
Ever been out of the country before?”
“I bet he has,” Ochi replied.
“His father would have traveled and taken him to some places.”
Akira seemed a bit surprised
that they had actually spoken to him and he nodded cautiously. “I have been out
of the country once with my father. I was about six at the time.”
Hikaru raised an eyebrow. “Oh?
Where did you guys go to?”
“
Waya made a face.
“Geez…that’s two places.”
The 6-Dan laughed sheepishly.
“Oh, sorry. But he was taking a tour after winning another Meijin title…and so
he took I and my mother.”
“No need to rub it in, Touya.
We get the idea.” Waya turned back to face the window, but not before muttering
‘show off’ to himself.
Hikaru, on the other hand,
was quite curious now. He moved away from Waya, failing to notice the small
look of surprise on the redhead’s features, and sat next to Touya, failing to
also notice the small gasp of surprise that escaped the reserved boy’s
features. “Tell me more about
“I…uh…I…” Akira found himself
blushing furiously at the close proximity and for an instant completely forgot
what he had planned to say, but gratefully, a member of the press walked up to
them, announcing that it was time for their final news conference.
Groans from Hikaru and Waya
were heard as they all rose to their feet, shuffling wearily towards the
microphones that had been placed for them. They had been forced to wear black
suits and they all looked rather dashing in them. The past week had been a
whirlwind of press conferences, photo shoots, TV interviews and barely enough
time to practice. But it was Sai, Hikaru’s friendly spirit that had been the
most excited of them all. The thought of seeing other countries playing Go had
sent the kind-hearted ghost almost dizzy with anticipation.
Goodbyes, hugs and tears were
given and shed as loved ones sent the boys off to the terminal. Hikaru
shouldered his backpack and grinned at Akari, his parents and his grandfather.
“See you guys in two weeks! And we are going to bring back the Cup too!”
Waya snickered and grabbed
him in a playful headlock. “Tough words coming from your mouth, boy! You ready
to back it up?”
“Bring it on! I will kick
your ass anytime!”
Ogata didn’t even bother
trying to stop the two playful boys behind him. At least he had Ochi and Akira
who were the more serious types. Speaking of Akira…he glanced at the quiet boy
who walked alongside him. He couldn’t help feeling a bit worried about his
reserved nature. It had always worked for the boy in the past, but for this
event, Ogata was hoping that Akira would have been more comfortable with the
others.
I hope you can make friends soon, Touya. I know it
might not mean much to you, but you are going to have to depend on these three
boys for the next two weeks. Communication is going to be key.
Akira blinked and glanced at
Ogata, wondering why the older man had such a serious expression on his face.
“Is everything alright, sensei?” he asked softly.
The blond nodded and focused
his attention back on the road ahead. “Hai, Touya. Everything is just fine.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Throughout the flight, Waya
and Ochi suffered from airsickness, while Hikaru tried to keep awake as much as
possible. It was a long trip and there was a lot to do on the plane. They had
been treated to first class accommodation and so they had good food, cool games
to play and awesome movies to watch.
Waya and Hikaru were seat
partners, while Akira and Ochi were forced to be together. Needless to say, one
side of the cabin was quite noisy and messy, while the other side was quiet and
neat.
“Gosh…I wish they would let
us see what the cockpit looked like,” Hikaru mumbled as he watched yet another
airhostess blush at Akira’s greeting. He rolled his eyes and yelped as Waya
clutched his shirt.
“Oh man…I think I’m gonna
barf again,” came the weak groan from the red head.
“Not on my shirt, dude! Cut
that out!”
Akira and Ochi tore their
eyes from their books to stare at the struggling duo, while Ogata prayed for
the flight to be over, for the urge to throw Hikaru and Waya out of the plane
was now overwhelming. He placed the black blindfold over his eyes and tried for
the umpteenth time to go to sleep; vowing to make sure that both boys practiced
extra hours for their bad behavior.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hikaru opened his eyes and
blinked them wearily. It was still dark outside and according to the small TV
screen that scrolled out information, they were currently flying over
Almost there…
He tried to shift into a more
comfortable position on his seat, wincing as he felt Waya’s head on his
shoulder. He couldn’t help blushing as he noticed that the other boy’s hand was
on his lap. Hell! Waya was practically lying on top of him.
Oh man…I need to go to the bathroom. You couldn’t move
him off, could you Sai?
The spirit, whose eyes were
still glued outside the window, raised his hands as if saying ‘I am a ghost,
remember??’
Great help you are. Hikaru grumbled. He tried to move again, and this time his gaze fell
to the seat across him, only to gasp as those familiar intense green eyes
stared right back at him. He swallowed tightly and unconsciously clenched his
hands into tight fists.
The heat that always came
from staring into his rival’s eyes flared down his spine and he was sure that
his face was as red as a Christmas bow by now. Why was Akira looking at him in
that way? As if he hated him for some unknown reason.
“Touya…” he whispered softly,
only to hiss in a sharp breath as Waya shifted and placed his hands right on
his groin. “Damn it!” He jumped to his feet quickly, completely ignoring the
boy’s mumbled curses and ran towards the small bathroom. Locking himself in, he
sat down on the toilet seat and tried to still his thudding heart.
What…what the hell was that?! First Touya looking at me as if I had done something
wrong and then….Waya?? Why…what…oh man…
He was now hopelessly aware
of how hard he was. He needed release and this was all thanks to Waya’s hands
and Akira’s gaze. Unable to hold back any longer, his hands unzipped his pants
quickly, reaching to clasp the hardened flesh that begged to be touched. He
closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat, the images of the two boys filling
his mind as he began to work out his frustration.
A particularly naughty one
flashed through and biting his lower lip tightly, he arched off the seat,
stroking harder and faster, as Akira and Waya’s names were uttered like a
mantra weakly. He cried out softly as an intense orgasm ripped through his body
and collapsing on the seat, he tried to control his rapid breathing. He opened his
eyes, noticing with faint embarrassment, that he had stained the wall with his
semen.
“Thanks a lot you guys,” he
whispered as he rose to his feet weakly to clean himself up. “I don’t want to
keep doing this throughout this damn tournament.” He washed his face and stared
at his reflection in the mirror, clenching his hands into fists and frowning in
determination.
“The next two weeks are
dedicated to winning the Cup for my country. I don’t have time to think of my
personal feelings for anyone. I have to focus and concentrate on my games and
never, ever let them know!”