Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me. Well, except the plot.

This is done through the eyes of one of the regulars at the go salon Shindou and Touya usually visit for their games.

"You said it 5 times!" yelled Shindou.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

Someone close to me mentions that Touya Akira has, after all, become 5 dan while Shindou is a mere 3 dan. This is true, but as the young master always says, this is not a good indicator of strength. Still, it is a good point for argument; one that can always be raised against that boy.

Some of the regulars head to the door.

"I still top you though," said Shindou. There is a funny look on his face. Is that a leer? Who does he think he is? Does he think that the young master is so easy to defeat? True, there was the first two times they played together, but now, Shindo Hikaru only beats the young master every one out of four games. It is an improvement, I suppose, but it isn't enough to declare that he is better than the young master.

The young master's face is flushed with anger. He's about to retort, a retort harsher than usual, from what I see. Those two are rather predictable.

I look away and try to focus on my own game-the one I seem to be losing.

"For the next three weeks, you are not allowed to touch me, Shindou!" he yells. I look up. So does everyone, apparently. Is it because my mind isn't very clean, or is the young master suggesting…?

There is a look of terror on Shindo's face. "A-Akira…" he stammers. Then, regaining his composure, he yells back, "That isn't fair! You know I can't survive three whole weeks!"

The whole salon is quiet, deathly quiet. Since when did Shindou Hikaru use Touya Akira's first name? We couldn't have been more quiet if a gunman had burst into the room and threatened to kill us all. Most of us had our mouths wide open, understanding the implication already.

"Go hire a prostitute," retorts the young master coldly. Shindou begs for forgiveness.

Our jaws dropped further. The seed of doubt that was planted in our minds had blossomed until there was no doubt.

Before we can recover from the shock, Shindou stands, places left hand on the table to support himself and uses his right hand to cup the face of his rival. Without warning, he dives in for a kiss.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles in between kisses. It is only because of the silence of the salon that I heard it.

Later, the young master avoided everyone, blushing madly as he made his way out with his rival. I'm not sure what they did later, but I don't think I want to know, in any case.

I'm sure I wasn't the only one who had nightmares that night.

Not predictable, not any longer.

On the bright side, at least he got the trump card he always wanted.

A/N: I'm thinking of doing this as a series of related one-shots. The next to find out would probably be someone from the go institute. Ochi, probably. After that, I could probably do Waya and Isumi and so on. At the last part, I could write a bit about how they got together. Should I continue?