A/N: So I don't really know how to play Go. I mean I try but I'll never really be good. So please don't get mad if I don't use technical terms. Also don't know Japanese to well so I'll try not to kill the language. I don't have a Beta yet, so if anyone wants to be it, just shoot me an email.

Disclaimer: Of course Hikaru No Go is not mine. :( I can only wish.

Summary: This is an alternate universe. So don't expect it to follow completely with the manga/anime. Hikaru is a girl, who met Sai when she was 12. Instead of playing Toya and meeting her other friends. She allowed Sai to play online and used the knowledge she learned from him to playing at different salons and tournaments.

Attention:

He was an unknown man.

He was a mystery.

He was an amazing Go player.

He was a teacher.

He was someone many hoped to achieve.

He was patience.

He was kind.

He was what Go players should be…. Simply born to play.

He was wise.

He was cut short on time.

He was overlooked.

He was misjudged.

He was forgiving.

He was all things, I hope to be.

Most importantly, he was my friend.

Around the world, whispers were heard.

"Did you hear about Sai?"

"I can't believe he's gone."

"Who posted that note online?"

"I never got to play him."

"May he rest in peace."

But only silence was heard in a dark room, with a calm and reserve man staring at a single black stone.

"Akira, will you check on your father?" A beautiful aged woman asked her son. Her face frowned with worry as she peered from the kitchen door. "He's been awful silent since he checked his computer yesterday. But he hasn't mentioned what's wrong."

Looking up from his book, Akira gave his mom a sad smile. "Someone on the internet stated that a Go player died."

"Oh, that's horrible. Was he good?"

Nodding reluctantly towards his mother, Akira looked blankly out the kitchen window. "He beat father. He was an amazing player."