Disclaimer: I do not own Hikaru no Go or any of its characters.
Warning: Ok, I feel the need to say this again. This story contains LIGHT BL (as in Boy's Love, homosexual content, also known as Shounen-ai). In another word, there is a bit of Waya/Shindou. Now, those of you who had read this far and didn't seem to catch it, well, I don't blame you. I said it won't be noticeable until the end. Well, this is the end. So read at your own discretion and no hurt feelings or upset stomachs, ok? Great, carry on.
Special mentions: I would like to thank my first time ever beta, Cynique, for her wonder assistance on this chapter. I'm so honored to have her as a beta and I hope you will check out her awesome stories!
Author's notes: This is the last chapter! I want to thank everyone who had read and reviewed; all that means a lot to me. I got a lot of suggestions and tips from the comments and I want you all to know that it didn't fly over the top of my head. I heeded everything you said and will try to make myself a better writer. Well, I won't keep you waiting, please read on. Oh right, I forgot… REVIEW ONE LAST TIME!
Hikaru
"Wait." Waya interrupted Shindou suddenly and reached for the remote control. "It sure is awesome that you have a television in your room, Shindou. I think Miss Japan is about to come on."
Shindou stared at him incredulously. They had just finished a game! It was the middle of the discussion. He was telling Waya about the patterns and the crumbled defenses and Waya went to turn on the TV. There was no way he could accept this. It was a bit much even for Waya.
"Is this a joke?" Shindou asked numbly.
"All right, sorry, I will wait until we are fully done, ok?" Waya put down the remote and turned back.
"You didn't use to have this habit." Shindou said scornfully.
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't use to go brain dead whenever a girl or a bunch of girls were concerned." Shindou yelled spitefully, waving his hand in the direction of the TV. "I'm getting so sick of your crap."
"Shindou, I'm eighteen. I'm not going to feel ashamed for being attracted to females. It's the way it is." Waya said calmly, which was all the more unnerving.
"Then I guess I don't have to feel ashamed when I stop hanging out with you. I can't handle this. It's like we speak entirely different languages." Shindou looked at Waya. "I don't want to always be trying to understand you and your actions."
Waya looked down and played with his fingers. "What are you saying then?"
"I don't know… I really don't know. Go watch your TV." Shindou stood up and glanced at the game. He had won, but not by much. He was comforted by the fact that despite the way he acted, Waya still cared about the game and his performance. Dragging his feet over to the bed, Shindou sank onto the soft fabric and buried his head in the pillow.
For a long time, there was no sound. At least Waya had the sense to turn off the TV. Seconds, minutes ticked by slowly, until it seemed like Shindou was alone in his room, like the fight had never happened.
Finally, Waya sat down on the edge of the bed and shoved Shindou on the shoulder.
"Man, I'm sorry. I really am." Waya started nervously. "I got to thinking… maybe you are still too young to understand. I guess when I was sixteen I was also more interested in Go than in women."
"You don't understand anything at all." Shindou's voice came muffled from underneath the pillow.
"No, listen. I understand, you know, when you are not interested in something and someone keeps talking about it, it gets on your nerves." Waya started pacing around. "Maybe what we should do is, you know, either I start talking about it less, or like, I can get you to understand why I talk about these things."
"Shut up, I don't want to listen anymore." Shindou squeezed the pillow tighter.
"Shindou, look, I want to be your friend, ok? I don't just want to be a colleague or an opponent. I like spending time with you." Waya stopped pacing and knelt down by the bed. "I just thought maybe if we could…talk about it together, going on double dates and stuff, won't that be fun? Then you and I will both be happy right?"
"Bullshit." Shindou sat up and faced him. Waya was surprised to see the anger on his face.
Shindou could bear no more. He knew he had to cut Waya some slack. He didn't even know for himself what the best solution was. All he knew was that he felt angry when Waya mentions one of those girls. He felt disgusted that Waya had turned into such a flirt. It really was driving him insane. Now he was expected to play along, to take part in Waya's foul hobby, to enjoy it, no less.
"What do you want me to do? Damn it, what do you want from me?" Waya started to get angry too. "You want me to never look at another girl again? Is that what you want? I'm not allowed to talk to them, date them, think about them, at all? Jeez, why the hell are you being so unreasonable?"
"Who knows?" Shindou whispered to himself.
"Just… just what can make you happy?" Waya stared intently at him.
Shindou looked at Waya, paused, and then leaned over. He lowered his face until it was level with Waya's. Staring into his confused eyes, Shindou made a quick decision. You asked for it, he said silently. Before the older boy could protest or question, Shindou pulled him forward and planted a light yet insistent kiss on his lips.
"Maybe... it's this."
They gazed into each other's eyes for the longest time. All that Shindou could hear was their heartbeats, astonishingly unison. Waya blinked, and blinked, and blinked some more, then he shook himself alert abruptly and turned brightly crimson.
"Jeez, Shindou," Waya muttered, wiping his lips with his knuckles. "Jeez, man."
Shindou smiled weakly. Maybe that will shake Waya up enough for him to question his preference… but that seems unlikely.
"Well, at least that will shut you up about girls around me."
With that, Shindou flopped down on his bed again and turned his back towards the older boy. When the bedroom door creaked open and shut again, he let out the shaky breath that he didn't know he was holding and closed his eyes.
The End
Author's notes: Well, I'm yet to be sure if I want to give you permission to kill me, I'm still considering it though. I know it's kind of a sorry excuse for an ending, but somehow I felt like it's right. I don't know, maybe I will make a sequel or extend on this story, but that most likely won't happen unless I think of something really good. Despite everything, I hope you enjoyed it even a little bit. I look forward to your comments, no, really.