Disclaimer: Hikago is not my genius spawn. I wish it were, but it's not. : pout :

Author's Notes: I wanted to make this thing multi-chapter, but I'm not quite sure where exactly I'll take it. Please let me know if you guys would like to read more of what my mind can come up with. Hehe. No shounen-ai as of now, but that may change. (If anything it'll be HikaxAki. That being said, I've never written shounen-ai before, so it might be a little rough.) Characters' thoughts are in italics.

Chapter 1: Fun with Fast Food

Touya Akira held his hamburger and watched distastefully as red ketchup and grease oozed from beneath the buns coating well kempt nails with oily stickiness. Why had he come? It was the same question he asked himself over and over again. Because Shindou dragged me here, he thought looking doggedly at the boy seated next to him. Yes, Hikaru had been forceful as always. "Come to lunch with us," he had urged, all but dragging a protesting Akira after him.

Now Akira felt out of place in the fast food joint, as he watched Shindou, Waya, and Isumi chat like old friends. There was nothing more he wanted than to go back to the game he was playing where he was sure of his standing, sure of himself. Numbly, he took a bite of the hamburger, pretending not to see yet another dirty look that Waya shot him. As more ketchup dripped from his burger, he silently congratulated himself on refusing to give into the desire to use a fork and knife to cut up and eat his food. He chewed and wondered why it was that he felt more comfortable amongst the adults that studied under his father.

"Ne, Touya? Ne?" Hikaru's bright voice interrupted him from his thoughts, the tone demanded answering.

"I'm sorry," he replied, shaking his head. "I wasn't paying attention." From the corner of his eye, he could see Waya scoff, the event feeding the golden-eyed boy's perception of him. It's not a big deal, Akira convinced himself. In school people, especially around those who were in the Go Club, always treated him like this, as if he thought he were better than anyone else. Although it wasn't the case, he, numbed from constant snubbing, had mastered the art of seeming as if he ceased to care what others thought.

"I said," Hikaru repeated, tone getting impatient. "That we'll win next year's Hokuto Cup. It's about that time, ne Touya?"

"I think," Touya said carefully, "that there has been a lot of improvement in the last year. With that being said the competitors have also gotten stronger." Calm, clear sea-green eyes peered at the boy with two toned hair, watched as the other boy got frustrated with the answer.

"You're still underestimating us," Hikaru said, a frown on his face, anger showing in his olive green eyes.

You wanted to say, underestimating me, Akira gathered with his discerning perception. "I just do not think we should be overconfident."

A sneer on his face, Waya interjected, "I'm going to be part of the team this year, and together Hikaru and I will show you how weak we're not."

"Pass the playoffs first," he suggested the tone in his voice as detached as he could make it.

"I will," Waya snarled. Under his breath he muttered, "You think we're overconfident, but again, you don't have to play for a spot, arrogant prick." Although his musings weren't loud, the hostility behind the words was a clear indication that comment was meant to be heard.

So Waya thought he was an arrogant prick; that was fine. He heard many similar accusations at school. Still, it bothered him when words like this were spoken. You don't even know me, he thought, taking a breath to calm himself, to help him regain that control he was so well known for. "Thanks for inviting me to lunch, Shindou," he addressed, getting up and pushing his chair in afterwards. "I think I will be going early to think about my game more."

"Touya, don't go!" Hikaru tried. "Waya didn't mean anything by it."

"I wasn't aware that Waya made any comments," Touya answered, facing the group of three with his game face: eerily calm with concentrated eyes. Surveying the group once more, he bowed his head politely, feeling dark, silky hair swish in his face. With that, he left the restaurant.

"T-touya," Hikaru was left to stammer as his rival left the building without another look back.

"Leave him," was Waya's response, cold as ever.

Isumi looked disapprovingly at Waya for his uninvited attack on Touya Akira.

Still, Hikaru thought, both saddened and angered by his rival's sudden departure. You still don't see me as your equal.

"What the hell was his problem?" Waya asked, taking a swig of his cola. "That Touya, Akira." Bitterness tinged his voice as he said the name as if it were poison.

Hikaru, unable to hide his disappointment, stayed in his state of open-mouthed shock.

"Maaa," Isumi reassured. "Touya isn't the type to let something like this phase him. But still, Waya …" Although he let his sentence trail, the message he wanted to send to the golden-eyed boy was clear.

"Forget about it," Waya told Hikaru with a dismissive wave. "He's not worth it."

Silently, Hikaru finished his meal thinking that he really disagreed with his spiky haired friend. But he is. He is worth it.

More Author's notes (since I'm sure your enjoyed the first set so much :p ): I had trouble with NAMES. Oh boy. You know how most of the characters call each other by their last name, but they all have first names too. 0.o I might not have been consistent, and for that I apologize. Seriously, I was reading American Shounen Jump after having read Hikago scanslations and my first thought was, Woaaaah, Tsutsui has a first name. Who knew?

Please tell me what you think. It has been a while since I've written, so the rusty wheels are turning and doing the best they can. : meep : Thanks for reading!