Warning: English is not my mother tongue and this is Unbetaed and will never be. There is no pairing but if you squint really hard and let your very very active imagination run its oh-so-very-wild course there is a hint of m/m (male/male, shounen-ai, whatever you call it) interaction that you could interpret as romantic but those are platonic at its best, so hence no pairing.

08/02/2016: EDITED and minor changes added.

Notes (08/02/2016): I am editing, adding new lines, making minor changes (more like major personality changes) from chapter 1 to 7 so that I could get back to writing this story to make the story flow good because it is crappy and hopefully by the time I finish the editing, readers wouldn't get confused anymore. I will also get back to working on chapter 8 once I finish editing. Previous A/N's will be deleted as well but Im adding new a/n's.

Flashback/or emphasis – for flashback and emphasis

'thoughts' – for thoughts

"dialogue" – for dialogue

Bold and italic– this is for important line on the story which I want to add its so called effect, mood, whatever.

~linebreak~ - for linebreak until I get to finally change it to proper linebreak that I want.

Disclaimer: Hikaru no Go doesn't belong to me, so don't sue me.

Chapter 1

The bustling sound of the busy street in Tokyo is just the same as always, a never-ending boring cycle no one can get out. As if pulling onto its rhythm, making people follow its order – go to work, eat, sleep and the cycle repeats itself in a never-ending senseless hollowness. Hikaru hated this kind of normalcy but he cannot seem to get out of this rhythm as he is alone, he needs money so he work seven times a week just to feed himself (he could barely scrap by) and other spare time is wasted on sleeping out his exhaustion. He cursed his luck, he hated his luck and most of all he hated his whole life but he can't seem to kill himself, not because of self-importance but because he remembered the way his mother and father throw themselves to cover him up from the goddamn car accident when he was young.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he kicked a nearby can that blocked his feet while he is walking on the busy street. Few people let out a look of disapproval as the can he kicked landed on an old lady but he doesn't care, all those people around him, looking happy with those disgustingly flashy accessories on themselves even when it totally look disgusting when they wear it – makes him sick. He harrumphed loudly and walked away not caring that other people was muttering how disrespectful he was and insulting his parents for making him turn into a disrespectful brat. He merely continued walking not caring about those bunch of fool.

Now throwing the apple core he finished a while ago he kept walking and turned to an alleyway that's when he heard a dog barking at something on the dark corner. Already thinking it might be the killer on the loose as he kept hearing rumour about people getting robbed and killed nowadays especially at night, just like the time now. He is immediately in a fighting stance, he pulled a pocket knife from his side and squint his eyes to see farther as he possibly could at the direction of the dark corner. Slowly stepping forward while firmly gripping on his knife, he gets ready for the worst. With slow and silent steps, he walked forward; he never backs away from anything, he is no coward. Not letting any audible breath away to make his presence known, he let out a smirk as he slowly but surely start to see a form at the dark corner, then his smirk turned into a frown when he noticed that the person is just there unmoving while sprawled down, 'that person might be dead.' he thought idle.

Still not letting his guard down even if the person is unmoving, he slowly nudges his foot on the side of that person, there is a low groan which is enough indication, and that is enough to get a confirmation that this person is still alive, perhaps injured but still alive. He slowly walks away from the scene not wanting to interact or help that person but maybe God really hated him or something because when he took a step backward, there was a loud clattering of some tin can and the culprit is the freaking dog who was barking just a while ago.

'Damn dog. I just wished this person doesn't wake up. I wouldn't want to interact with that person, especially one who is sleeping in an alleyway injured or not.' However, another stroke of luck, the freaking dog was barking to the unconscious person. 'I better get away now.' Hikaru immediately thought and silently but swiftly starts to silently dart away.

"..Hi.. Hikaru.."

But that name made him stopped after he took a good five steps away.

With wide eyes, blink the next he shook his head to get rid of unnecessary pang of something in his chest. That person might be talking about someone who had the same name as him, so he shrugged off the weird feeling he gets albeit reluctantly at that.

However, he now felt a bit guilty, he might be rude for leaving an injured person – or not – without helping that person but he is not heartless. 'To hell with it, I just need to check if he's dying or not.' He thought irritatedly in the peril of his mind. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he ruffled his hair in annoyance and turned to look back on the sprawled person just to see it staring – yes staring is the word and that person is staring at him with eyes as if.. Is that tears on his eyes and disbelief? And before he knows it, an arm is wrapped around him and pulling him in a tight embrace and the man – yes the man with long dark violet hair and purple eyes before him who is embracing him tightly is sobbing just like a child who finally got his wish granted. But that's weird because he doesn't know this man, this stranger who is hugging him as if they are important to each other and afraid of letting him go.

'But how the heck did he move so fast?! I barely noticed it.' He panicked on his mind while outwardly letting out bead of sweat roll off his forehead and an uncomfortable look on his face.

Immediately sorting out his somehow jumbled mind after that thought, Hikaru pushed the man off him, a bit strongly at that and glared at him and then said in a cold threatening voice, "Who are you?" The man's eyes widen within a second and as if the time stopped itself, the man slowly blinks and takes a good look at the young man before him and said in a nervous voice "Ahh.. I.. I… I'm sorry!" while letting out a deep bow then immediately added in rushed and panicked tone, "I mistook you for someone I know. I'm really sorry.. Hi..ka.. I'm really sorry for the inconvenience!"

'Uh-huh. Weirdo.' Hikaru inwardly sighed yet answered trying to be polite or this man will apologise profusely if he act the same way he acts and he doesn't want that right now. But it doesn't change the fact that this man is definitely a weirdo. "Yeah.. You were surely slightly disoriented so I guess it can't be helped then." 'But it doesn't mean you get to suddenly embrace me!' He complained on his mind.

After tidying his still wrinkled shirt while trying to squash any thought of strangling this man in annoyance, he turned to look at the man and said, "You better go home now, there is a killer on the loose right now, so it's a bit dangerous at night." Hikaru said casually while inwardly thinking that he should get the hell out of here and added hastily, "So I gotta go now." Before waiting for any answer, he turned onto his heels and walks away from there – more like jogging away. He turned into a corner that's when he heard the annoying voice of the man he just talked a while ago, yelling for him to wait up but shrugging off the voice he stealthy continued to walk – run away – from the scene with his hands on his pocket.

"Hika.. Hey.. Mister, Hey..!" The voice keeps running after him and he walks even faster at that. 'Stop following me, you weirdo!' After a good five minutes of chasing on the man's part and running on Hikaru's part, Hikaru was finally fed up with it. He abruptly stopped on his track that made the still running man to collide onto his back and yelped in apparent pain. 'So clumsy!' Hikaru thought annoyingly at this man's antics while rubbing his sore back from the impact.

'What?' Hikaru raised his eyebrows questioningly and stared at the man exasperated. And just like that, Hikaru turned on his back and walks away but the man is persistent. He is now standing in front of Hikaru – blocking his way. Even if Hikaru can just push the said man, there is something in his eyes that Hikaru can see, pleading for him, pleading just for his contact number and address. 'But that's insane!' Hikaru thought annoyingly. Hikaru let out an annoyed sighed and said louder annoyance dripping on his voice, "Why would I want to give my number to you? Are you insane?" Then the said man looks at Hikaru as if answering his question that yes it is normal and Hikaru glared at him for it while internally cursing. Who in their right mind would give their information on a stranger? But this man is the definition of insane because he is asking him that and expecting him to give it. Hikaru narrowed his eyes and glared at him dangerously to prove that no; he is not planning to give him his information. He is not going to give this budding stalker any incentive. He just knew that this man spells trouble.

The said man let out a sigh and said resignedly "If you wouldn't give yours then I will." Not directing his gaze away from Hikaru, he pulled something from his pocket. "Here. My contact number and address." And he handed a piece of card to Hikaru and in exchange Hikaru turned to look at the card and to his face with eyes wide, and just stared at him as if he is out of his mind for giving a total stranger that kind of information.

'..But it might be fake.' He finally thought out and let out a scowl. Hikaru finally relented and accept the card, and regards it contemplatively, he will get rid of this evidence once he memorize the information on it. However he immediately noticed the neat looking handwriting on the paper. He concluded that this person is the one who wrote it plus the way he handed the card gracefully so sophisticated and obviously who had grown in high standard family very unlike his crude manner so why was this man – 'creep' his mind screamed – even sprawled on that dark and filthy corner of the alleyway?

"I think I lost consciousness." A melodic voice interrupted Hikaru's thought and made him want to face-palm when he realized he said that question aloud without him even noticing. A soft chuckle erupted from this crazy man and guess what, he is laughing at Hikaru's stupidity. Suddenly feeling indignant by it, Hikaru gritted his teeth, and tried to ignore any protest that wanted to leap off from his mouth. When the chuckles finally subsided, the very crazy man was wiping off tears from the edge of his eyes and he finally said in an apologetic yet not-so apologetic tone, "I'm very sorry for laughing at your expense." Followed by a harmless smile and this person eyes glinting with amusement.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you." He added sincerely and Hikaru saw an abrupt change on the man's facial expression and sudden monotone. And it made him get the feeling that this man just said that words as if saying it for the umpteenth time. However Hikaru buried that thought on the back of his mind for future analysis.

'Not' "..Nice to meet you as well, Mr..?" He trailed off when he noticed that he doesn't know this man's name – even when he already caught the man's name on the business card – and he planned to keep it that way but since those words already left his mouth he wouldn't be able to take it back now. He immediately turned at the card to see this person's name again but before he could do so the man said his name "I am Fujiwara Sai.. And you are?" the man asked Hikaru with a pause, voice uncertain, 'Why do I get the feeling that he is asking a question as if he already knows the answer?' Hikaru immediately shrugged off the new thought and finally said in an uncaring voice. "Shindou, Shindou Hikaru. Again it's nice to meet you Fujiwara-san." 'Definitely nice to meet you, Mr. creep.' He thought snidely.

"Sai. Call me Sai." Fujiwara said when Hikaru referred to him by his last name. Hikaru rolled his eyes at that statement and flatly said "No." 'And how could this creep make me refer to him intimately when I just met him!' and turned to walk away, away from the very crazy man before Fujiwara gives him any headache. "Hikaru! Wait..!" And Fujiwara chases after him, again. Hikaru stopped on his track and took a breath and finally said, "What the actual fuck do you want from me because seriously you're a tad creepy." before he turned and glared at Fujiwara's direction. "And don't call me Hikaru. We barely know each other." Fujiwara's expression nearly blanched when Hikaru said the last line, he grimaced and now he have that look on his eyes, the look of someone who lived far too long and it seems so ancient and dangerous. Hikaru is taken aback by the sudden change of this man that it caught his breath away and nervousness seeps onto his core, a certain part of his mind felt a little guilty for bringing such reaction from this man.

However, just like how the sudden change happened, Fujiwara's facial expression returned back to the way it was before as if it didn't happen but Hikaru will not forget that look. Fujiwara Sai is different – and definitely spells big trouble – a mystery he is curious to unravel, but he knows he shouldn't because every mystery comes its consequences and he doesn't want to deal with any of those. A Pandora box shouldn't be openned no matter what. Plus Fujiwara is a creep.

The very crazy man has a frown on his face and said in a sulking voice, "Hikaru.. Let me call you that.. Please?" Fujiwara throws at Hikaru's direction an exaggerated puppy look that will make everyone fall into his trap and Hikaru is no exception. With a grumbling voice, Hikaru rubbed his head as an apparent headache has started to form on his head because he still couldn't comprehend how a mysterious person suddenly turned childish within few seconds. 'This man is bloody moody.' He grumbled on his mind.

Not wanting to deal any more than he currently is, he reluctantly agreed which he inwardly regret the moment that decision finally sinks in.

Another day, another late afternoon, Hikaru is leisurely taking his time walking in the crowded street of Tokyo while he is on his way home and then he meet again that crazy person. In Hikaru's opinion, their meeting is not a mere coincidence not when that very crazy person is currently dragging him towards a family restaurant. He tried to pry his arm away from his hold, planning to walk away from this insane man by saying that he have work today but the man immediately shoot down that lie and said in a very cheerful voice that Hikaru just finished his work for today. Just thinking of that conversation makes him realize that Fujiwara-san have a stalker-like tendencies – which he already knew from the start – and it gives Hikaru the creeps – more like a sort of foreboding that this is only the start of his.. miseries.

Hikaru let out a sigh as he inwardly cursed himself at his weakness for letting Fujiwara Sai enter his life and now he have a stalker, a good-looking – he begrudgingly admitted - long haired Fujiwara Sai who have nothing to do in his spare time but to stalk a seventeen year old Shindou Hikaru who apparently have a busy yet boring life. 'Just how the hell did I get into this mess?' He let out a loud groan as he let Fujiwara dragged him to a family restaurant, a place he doesn't want to be in not because it is expensive but because bitter memories will came flooding on his mind and he doesn't want that awful feeling to grip his whole being in a tight hold.

"Shindou?" A voice interrupted Hikaru's thoughts and when he turned to that direction Hikaru saw a young man he immediately recognize despite not seeing him for few years already. Jade green eyes stared at Hikaru intensely. Hikaru thought just how passionate and intense this person looks at him as if he is his rival but Hikaru know he isn't, he will never be that rival Touya is looking for even if he is looking at his direction. 'When will you give up, Touya? And.. I'm supposed to be avoiding him!'

"Ahh.. Hi. Touya." Hikaru greeted the man weakly – awkwardly. He doesn't want to talk to him, least see him but now Touya is in front of him, walking towards at Hikaru's direction in an intense and graceful stride as his heels hits the cemented street. Not noticing that Hikaru isn't alone or precisely not bothering to pay Shindou's companion any spare glance, Touya made his way towards his rival while not letting his intense gaze to waver as he locked his gaze at Shindou's wavering eyes that still holds the same stubbornness he once saw in him back then, back to the old days where they both laugh in their blissful ignorance.

"Hikaru?" Fujiwara's voice brought Hikaru from his slight stupor that made him shift his attention to him and inwardly he is slightly grateful at Fujiwara's interruptions because he still thinks that he is not ready to see Touya again. 'Touya wasn't supposed to see him right now, like never at all!'

Hikaru turned to look at Fujiwara and he noticed along the way that Fujiwara is still holding his arm – albeit a little tighter - as if he knew that he will escape if he let up which he will given the chance. "Do you know him?" Fujiwara slowly yet carefully asked Hikaru. "Ah, yes." Hikaru answered absentmindedly, slight hint of annoyance blended in his tone as he glance at his arm that is still being held and he tried to pull his arm away but this very crazy man is still not letting go.

'Gah! I have to deal with this crazy man, and now I also need to deal with Touya.' Hikaru thought frustratingly and instead turned to stare at Touya planning to give Touya an irritated look to make him go away.

Shindou is talking to his companion, Touya finally noticed it and he turned his gaze towards the other man and his long hair immediately caught his attention then finally to the way he held Shindou's arm and it made him think. 'Yes, I really wished in the past that I held to his arms like that when he ran away and I deeply regretted when I didn't as he completely slipped from my grasps since then.' Touya turned to look at Hikaru, now more determined than before.

'Shindou. You are my rival, my life-long rival ever since I first laid my eyes on you in the salon my father own. No, ever since I first saw you in my dream. Now that I finally saw you again, I won't let you run away from me, ever.' Touya thought – promised - to himself as he stares at Shindou for all his worth, silently vowing to himself that he will make that eyes shine so fiercely – intensely just like before. Hikaru just turned to look at Touya irritation visible on his face and yet he knows his eyes held that slight hollowness as he noticed that Touya glared at him intensely even more.

Hikaru just knew he'll have to fight tooth-and-nail to get back to his peaceful life and away from his stalkers.

Sai just stares at Hikaru's eyes, his hands holding Hikaru by his arm. Sai knows that the time is near, that he need to hurry, that he need to do this for Hikaru's sake but he doesn't know if what he really is doing is right. Right and wrong has finally lost its meaning to him but he will not let it get to him, he need to tolerate the pain, he need to continue this again so that Hikaru can attain his happiness because Hikaru has given him too much. 'Hikaru.. My most precious person.' Sai thought to himself, as he now stares at the two young men, Hikaru specifically. He resolutely strengthen his resolve that he will protect Hikaru at all cost and this time he will get it right.

He is so precious to you, isn't he? Now show how much you can do just for him.

A/N: This chapter is edited on August 2, 2016.