Disclaimer: I do not own Hikaru no Go in any shape or form, besides the plotline of my fanfic, of course.

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Fujiwara no Sai had lived for a very long time. At least, compared to the life span of most normal humans. Never mind the fact that the majority of those 1000 years had been spent inhabiting a go board. The point is, that Fujiwara no Sai had lived for a great many years. And though he was extremely sad when he had to leave his favorite game before achieving his goal, the Hand of God, and his beloved companion, Shindou Hikaru, Sai did not feel as regretful as he had when he first died all that while ago.

Though it seemed that someone had a different idea. Or this was all a sardonic twist from Fate. Either way, when Fujiwara no Sai woke up to the sound of a hospital room and discovered that two years had passed since the time he disappeared, despite the fact that it had only been two minutes for him, he was not very amused.

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Naturally, the first thing that the man did after he was discharged from the hospital (after lots of tedious paperwork about his identity, which left Sai quite frustrated, after the nurse had seen a two year long coma patient trying to leave his room, whom shouldn't have been able to walk at all; then again, Sai was a ghost from the Heian era, and there was no use trying to use reason and logic on such things) was try and find Hikaru.

It took the violet haired man (now clothed in more recent clothing, and hair tied up in a loose ponytail) hours to find Hikaru's home. Upon knocking politely at the door, and introducing himself as Hikaru's friend, he was surprised to see the person who answered the door, Hikaru's mother, burst into tears. Between gasps, he was told that Shindou Hikaru had moved out two years ago, and disappeared from both the go world and the contact of his family and friends.

Shocked, Sai asked what had prompted this abrupt departure, though the man had a suspicion that he dreaded to even consider. Hikaru's mother had told him that she had no idea, just that her son had left with a goodbye before a supposed go match nearly two years ago, but never made it to the event. Sniffling, Shindou-san had informed Sai to please let her know should he happen to come across Hikaru. After a pause, she also told him that Touya Akira had also been searching for the lost go pro, and it might be a good idea to start with the teen.

Apologizing profusely for dredging up bad memories, Sai watched as Shindou-san shook her head and smiled softly at him, thanking him for his visit. Wandering around the nearby streets, Sai blinked curiously as he walked into a familiar go salon. Noticing a boy with neatly cut straight-ish hair, who was no longer a boy, Sai remembered why.

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Shindou Hikaru sighed as he lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was bored, like the majority of the time that he spent in his large, spacious house in the country. On the bright side, Akira (after three years of acquaintance and a weird form of friendship, the go players had offhandedly agreed to call each other by their first names, instead of their surnames) was going to be visiting him today, and an exciting night filled with go was bound to occur.

After one more silent moment in the warmth of his blankets, Hikaru stood up. Ignoring the slight numbness, the teen dragged himself to the bathroom, and performed morning routines quickly before heading to his kitchen. Preparing a traditional Japanese lunch (Akira sure was picky about what he ate), Hikaru listened to the doorbell sound just as he finished setting the last dish on the table. Punctual as always.

Opening the door, Shindou Hikaru received one of the biggest surprises of his life. He had expected a relatively quiet afternoon with his friend/rival. He had expected that Akira would fret over his health, and bug him about staying in the countryside all alone, with no one but Touya knowing of his location. What he didn't expect was a ghost that disappeared years before, standing on his porch alive, whole, and definitely not a ghost anymore.

Hikaru fainted.

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When he came to, Akira was hovering worriedly in his line of sight.

Hikaru sighed. "That was an interesting dream."

"Are you all right, Hikaru?"

The blond-banged brunet nodded. "Just had an odd dream. Want to play go?"

If Akira wasn't so reserved, he would have rolled his eyes. "You just fainted. I don't believe it is a good idea for you to just start sitting up and playing."

"Yeah, and go takes so much of my energy, doesn't it?"

"Fujiwara-san went to go get you a towel, and some water. Though he's been gone for quite awhile, for having just retrieving water," Akira changed the subject.

"Sai?" Hikaru asked, suddenly finding it hard to catch his breath.

"Yes. The man with the long purple hair. He said that he was a friend of yours. Not very nice of you to come and hide in the country without even informing him. Is he the renown Sai that the go world Is looking for?"

"You're taking this very calmly," Hikaru murmured.

"I've had awhile to take everything in."

"Huh. How long was I out?"

"Three days."

"Oh. Wait...three days?"

"Yes. I've had much time to talk with Fujiwara-san and discuss. He seems strangely evasive though. I offered to play a game with him to pass time, but he refused to take his attention off of you. I had to bargain with him just to get him away from your bedside."

"Three days," Hikaru muttered.

"Which was why it was worrisome. Would you like me to call a doctor?" Touya asked.

Hikaru stared at him incredulously.

"Well then, perhaps not. But it's not good for your health to be secluded here in the middle of nowhere, with nothing for company besides your go board, fake glowing fish, and my occasional visits."

"You call visiting three times a week occasional? Not that your visits are unwelcome," Hikaru added hastily, the sentence having come out wrong.

"I know," Akira smiled softly. He moved to help the other teen as Hikaru tried to prop himself up.

"You seriously said Sai?"

"Why would I lie? Besides, why are you so amazed at the fact that Fujiwara-san is here? Though I am shocked at the fact that he seemed to know about me, and how I knew where you were...I was searching for nearly a year, and I only found you because I tracked your IP address when I found you on NetGo."

"Which is illegal," Hikaru answered. "I would've told you where I was...sooner or later. And Sai...the situation Is complicated. Remember the someday that I talked about?"

"Yes."

"I imagine that it would be today. If Sai is truly back, that is, which I still doubt. I believe that I am dreaming, hallucinating, or I've hit my head too hard when I fell."

Akira sighed. "Then I would be in whatever mirage you are. I definitely saw Fujiwara Sai."

"Fujiwara no Sai," Hikaru murmured. "Sai...Sai...really?"

Akira nodded. "Speaking of Fujiwara-san, I will go find him. He should have been back at least half an hour ago. Your house may be spacious, but it's not big enough to warrant an hour to get from the kitchen and back, no matter how you are walking."

"I'll go with you," said Hikaru immediately. Standing up, the teen regretted his actions only moments afterward. Swaying, it was sheer luck that Akira reacted quickly enough to grab him.

"Idiot. I tell you you've been unconscious for three days, and you prepare to waltz down two flights of stairs to your kitchen?"

Hikaru smiled sheepishly. "Forgot about that."

"You should really see a doctor..."

Hikaru dismissed Akira's concern with a warm smile. "Let's just go."

Sighing, Touya nodded, throwing one of Hikaru's arms over his own shoulder, taking some weight of Hikaru's tired body.

Shindou replied quietly, "Thank you. I would be protesting, but I think I might fall if you aren't helping me."

Akira didn't say anything, but rather walked with the other teen slowly. Or rather, tried to walk slowly. Despite the fact that Hikaru wasn't feeling the best physically, he was anxious to verify whether or not it was really Sai who was in the same house. 'It couldn't be, right?' he thought. 'Sai is...gone. For two years now...no, more. And Akira wouldn't be able to see Sai even if he was really back.' Hikaru adamantly quashed the little part of him that hoped that his dear friend really was back, and not just a figment of his delirious mind.

With Hikaru walking as quickly as possible, they made it to the kitchen in time to see a huge cloud of smoke explode out of the door separating them. Hacking, Hikaru waved at the smoke. Akira frowned, and turned on the fan, helped Hikaru lean against a wall, and went to open windows.

"Touya-kun? I think I've broken the heat and light making device in Hikaru's kitchen. It's making weird noises! And there's this weird thing on the wall that's screaming at me!"

Hikaru's heart leapt at the familiar childish tone.

"You've set the smoke detector off, Fujiwara-san," came Akira's patronizing tone. It was the one he used with the students that he played shidou-go (teaching go) with, Hikaru noted. But that was unimportant right now. What was Hikaru's main concern was that the supposed ghost that disappeared more than two years ago was now standing in his kitchen conversing with Akira easily.

Ignoring the fact that he could barely stand (three days in bed with no movement would do that to a person), Shindou Hikaru practically threw himself into the room. Unexpectedly, he met resistance. Or at least, human resistance. He heard a slight groan from the much taller figure.

Seconds after Hikaru met what was undoubtedly Sai's warm eyes, his legs gave out. Akira, whom had just finished airing out the room, moved to Sai's side to help him support the teen.

"Hikaru? Hikaru?" Sai called frantically, feeling helpless despite the fact that he could actually stop Hikaru from falling now.

"Help me put him on the couch," Akira instructed. Peering anxiously at Hikaru, Sai followed his orders, marveling at how light Hikaru seemed now that he could actually carry the teen.

"I'm fine," Hikaru waved off their concern. "Just a bit tired from the morning."

Sai frowned at him. "Is something wrong, Hikaru?"

Ignoring Akira's glare, Hikaru answered, "Nothing. And you need to tell me why in the world you're here before something breaks in my head."

"As if a couple screws aren't loose already," Akira muttered, ignoring Shindou's loud protest.

Sai glanced at Akira, and Hikaru paused. "Yeah, we should probably tell Akira about what's going on first, shouldn't we..."

"Akira?" Sai raised an eyebrow.

Hikaru stuck his tongue at childishly at the man he called his mentor. At least, to himself, since no one else knew of the real Sai. "Waya used to teased us about how we bicker like a married couple, so we began calling each other by our first names just to spite him. It sort of stuck, and it's too troublesome to go back to surnames."

"Hikaru," Akira frowned.

"Yes, yes...um, well, when I was in sixth grade, a couple days before I met you, I went to my grandfather's house, and discovered this go board..."

Nearly three hours later, an unusually baffled Touya Akira was staring a bit blankly at Hikaru, and Sai, of course. "You're telling me that Fujiwara-san is a ghost. And that's the reason that you couldn't tell anyone of him? And why you had to hide behind the facade of net go to play my father?"

Hikaru nodded.

"...give me a moment to digest this, please."

"You're talking weirdly again."

Akira sighed, and flopped gracefully (as gracefully as one can 'flop,' that is) into a more comfortable position. "I really see no reason for both you and Fujiwara-san–"

"Just call me Sai, Touya-kun. The Fujiwara-san is getting a bit creepy," Sai interjected politely.

"Sai would be lying to me. Besides, it all clicks together now that your side of the story is known."

Hikaru smiled. "So you believe us?"

"Yes. Logistically..." Akira trailed off as he was hit lightly in the arm by Hikaru.

"Your logic bores me," Hikaru grinned.

"Well, if you'd think in a clear and orderly manner, then it would help your go become less..."

"Less what? Need I remind you that you lost nearly half the games?"

"And I won more than half," Akira shot back. "Besides, I was distracted..."

"Excuses, excuses."

Sai smiled by Hikaru's side. "Apparently you two are still at it."

Akira's cheeks blushed a light tinge of pink, and he bit back the retort he had for Hikaru.

The other teen smiled. "Neh, Sai?"

"Yes, Hikaru?"

"Remind me why you disappeared three years ago, but now you're sitting calmly in my living room, no longer a ghost?" the blond banged boy sounded suspiciously sweet.

"I am curious about that as well," Akira added.

Hikaru suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Akira's overly formal way of talking.

"I'm not exactly sure. The nurses at the hospital I woke up in told me that I had been in a coma for a bit more than two years, and that it was a miracle I did wake up. I went to look for you, Hikaru, but Shindou-san told me that she didn't know where you were. Why aren't you home, Hikaru?" Sai frowned, sensing a story that would be long and complicated.

"No reason," Hikaru murmured vaguely. "Just got a bit tired of the surroundings, and I wanted to see some of the country for a change."

"Hikaru..." Akira sighed, brow furrowing. "If what you said was true–and I highly doubt that you could be so elaborate and flamboyant of a storyteller if it wasn't–then Sai deserves to know the truth."

"Fine...I got into a bit of a slump for various reasons, so I decided to go on hiatus in the pro world. I'm not officially resigned, but all my games and everything are paused. I'm not really sure if you're allowed to do that, but I was, so I'm not complaining."

Sai missed the glare that Akira directed at the other teen.

"Hikaru~! You're not playing go anymore? Why?" he sounded horrified at the fact that Hikaru had stopped participating in their favorite game.

"I haven't stopped playing go," Hikaru corrected. "I've just stopped playing in the professional world. I still play often."

"How do you play if you're all along in this big house, Hikaru?" Sai asked.

"I play with Akira a lot. Do you remember the computers that we used to play on sometimes, during that summer?"

"Computers?" Sai sounded clueless.

"So that was you," Akira interjected.

Hikaru nodded, and spoke to Sai, "The magic boxes that you could play go in."

"Oh! That thing!" Sai smiled in realization.

"I play with tons of people on my laptop too."

"But don't you want to feel the go stones?" Sai pouted.

"You underestimate how many games Akira plays with me every week. Frankly, I don't know how he has so much time to spend so idly. Don't you have games and tutoring sessions, and those groups with your father. Not to mention things outside of go," Hikaru stared almost accusingly at his friend.

"I have time," Akira replied, though he looked sort of guilty.

"Not that much time. I know how busy the life of a go pro is, and spending three whole days with me a week can't be easy for you to find time for."

"Why are you so adamant about discussing this right now?" Akira evaded.

Hikaru paused for a moment before answering sheepishly, "I've never really found the time to chase after you about it. It was always go, go, and more go. But now that I'm on that track anyways, you should take more time for yourself."

"I am. I like playing go with you." Akira answered pointedly.

Sai nodded approvingly, and lifted a hand up. Technically, he was trying to raise his nonexistent fan to cover the lower half of his face, but there was the fact that he had no fan...or the long sleeves that brought a real feel of the Heian period.

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

HIkaru shrugged. "Well, I do enjoy playing go with you." Turning towards Sai, he asked, "Neh, Sai?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to take the pro exams? They should be starting in a bit, and there's no way you wouldn't pass. You'd be able to play lots of strong opponents almost everyday."

"Really?" Sai asked, wide-eyed, as if the possibility of him, Sai himself, becoming a pro never crossed his mind. Which, knowing Sai, it probably hadn't.

"Yup! You can tons and tons of games with people like Ogata and Touya Meijin. Well, you'd have to work your way up first, but it'll be no problem for you, I'm sure."

Akira watched their exchange silently.

"Let's go then, Hikaru!" Sai beamed ecstatically. "We can go play lots of go?"

Fleetingly, Sai thought that he saw a slight tinge of pain and a sort of wistfulness in Hikaru's eyes before he replied, "Go with Akira when he goes back to the city later. Wait...don't tell me you were here the entire three days!" Hikaru turned to glare at his friend.

"It was no problem. I haven't missed days in a long time, and I had no important tournaments anyways."

"Akira~!"

"I wasn't just going to leave you here unconscious with a man who I didn't know, especially one who couldn't boil water or use a microwave."

Sai looked slightly put off. "I can make perfectly good food."

Hikaru just sighed. "Thank you, then, Akira."

The boy nodded.

"Anyways," Hikaru continued, "go back with Akira later. I'll pen a letter of recommendation or something else important sounding, and you'll be able to take the pro exams that are coming up."

"Why are you writing a letter? Come with me, Hikaru!"

"I can't, Sai. Besides, I like the peace and quiet of my house," Hikaru replied, voice wavering ever so slightly. "There's nothing stopping you from going though, and I'm not going to take the opportunity you've been waiting for all that time away from you."

Sai raised the nonexistent fan again, and after a few moments of frowning, proclaimed, "I won't go with Touya-kun unless Hikaru comes with me."

Hikaru gained a rather dramatic look of horror. "You can't do that! You've always wanted to play more go, and now that you can, you plan on spending your life cooped up in this boring house?"

Akira sweatdropped at Hikaru's counter argument. After all, it was him that just stated that he loved his new house and the silence of it.

"I'm not going."

Touya thought that Sai pulled off the kicked puppy look very well, with the watery blue eyes and wounded pout. He was also rather shocked that the stunning go player could be so...so, childish.

"Sai~!" Hikaru whined.

Then again, Hikaru wasn't the most mature person that Akira knew either. Perhaps all go players were incredibly odd. He didn't have any odd habits though...

"Yadda (no)."

Hikaru looked, and was, incredibly irked. Sai was being ridiculously illogical. "What good does such a brilliant go player like you do sitting in this drab house?"

Akira felt like banging his head on the table, but that would be impolite to Shindou and his guest.

"I would say the same, Hikaru! You were really good at go, and I know that you must've gotten much better in the time that I was absent."

"But I don't want to!" HIkaru threw his hands up.

'Forget politeness,' Akira thought to himself. 'We're all going to be sitting here for the rest of the day if I don't do something about this.'

"Hikaru, I'm dragging you back to the city with me whether you like it or not. Staying here isn't good for your health, all alone."

"You visit three times a week. I'm not alone." Hikaru deadpanned.

"You wouldn't be able to get help should anything happen." Akira pointed out.

"I'm not two, I can take care of myself," Hikaru shot back.

"I don't care. I did say whether you liked it or not. Sai, please pack an overnight bag for him. I'll come back sometimes and collect his other things at a later date. Also, bring his goban (go board), please." Akira instructed.

A gleeful looking Sai moved to obey.

"Akira. I'm not going back with you," Hikaru spoke seriously after Sai left the room. "You know why, and I am not leaving."

"Which is exactly why I am dragging you screaming with me. You aren't going to just sulk away in this house all alone just because of a mishap in your life."

Hikaru glared at his friend. "I can do so if I want to. Besides, can you imagine the uproar that I would cause, suddenly reappearing again after two years? Not to mention being in the public eye all the time. I don't want pity."

"As your friend, I am entitled to call you an obstinate idiot and do what's best for you," Akira shot back.

"I am not being stubborn, or an idiot."

Akira sighed, and replied, "Please, Hikaru? I don't want to see you here all by yourself, I don't want to just abandon you here alone."

Hikaru's emerald shaded eyes softened. "Exactly why I'm staying here. I won't subject you to that."

"Hikaru!"

"...Only if you promise that you will be the only person to see me. I'll find an apartment somewhere quiet and let Sai play go, and you'll be the only one to ever know where I am, right?" Hikaru bargained.

"You do realize how impossible that is, Hikaru?"

The teen sighed. 'I do. It's a hope though."

"A very unlikely-to-be-fulfilled one, I would say," Akira answered bluntly.

"Whatever. I'm going to hope that the go world has forgotten all about me, then."

Akira raised an eyebrow, before murmuring, "Wait here."

Moments later, he appeared with his laptop. Flipping it open, he typed in a URL and turned the monitor towards Hikaru. On the home page of Go Weekly's website was a picture of him, two years ago, smiling brightly. The letters 'Have you seen this go player?' were printed in big letters across the top.

Hikaru stared. "It's been two years, can't they get over it?" he grumbled a bit irately.

"Well, you are the go player that has been missing for that long. You were in the middle of an important league too, so there are still lots of devoted go players trying to track you down. Especially those insei friends of yours."

The emerald eyed teen blinked. "That's nice...wait, that's horrible! Forget it, I'm not going."

Before Akira could comment, Sai burst into the room. "I'm done, Hikaru~!"

"Good," Akira said. "Grab that stuff and stock it into my car, please. I'll follow with Hikaru. I have a feeling I'm going to need my hands free for this task."

Sai nodded, and walked out of Hikaru's house.

Akira warily eyed the other teen, and then he pounced.

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Four hours later a sulking Hikaru was sitting on a bed in his newly furnished, newly bought apartment. Despite his vehement protests, Akira had combined his earnings with Hikaru's (a couple years playing pro go, and with a few titles under his belt, Akira wasn't exactly poor; not to mention the fact that Akira regulated his spending money from an incredibly young age, and didn't have much to spend it on besides the occasional go supplies), and bought the two roomed flat for Hikaru (with mortgage that would need to be payed monthly, if only In small amounts). After threatening him that Akira himself would move in to guard Hikaru day and night if he did anything rash or stupid and didn't stay in bed, the teen rushed off, claiming that he had a couple of games to attend.

Hikaru had sent Sai off with a note and a promise to play a game with him after he came back, and the blond banged male hoped that Sai wouldn't get lost or something...then again, the Go Institute wasn't the hardest place to find, especially with the number of times the duo had visited it.

'Speaking of which,' Hikaru thought, 'we still need to go shopping for some clothes for Sai. He only has the T-shirt and jeans that the hospital provided when he was discharged.' Nodding, Hikaru added that to the list of things he still had to do. He sighed. He never would have imagined the amount of things he would have to do this week when he woke up the morning of Akira's visit. Shindou only anticipated a couple of games of chess shared over a meal or two and a few debates before his friend left.

"It could be worse, I suppose," he murmured quietly to the empty flat. "In fact, let's think of reasons my day could be worse...Sai could be gone, still, that's a good one...perhaps go would disappear off the Earth?" Hikaru groaned, slightly frustrated. He didn't really want to push Akira into really moving in, but Hikaru was bored.

Sure, he spent hours upon hours for approximately two years by himself with visits from Akira, but that didn't mean that he had to love the silence. Shindou Hikaru would always be a genial and happy person, and a couple years of seclusion hadn't really changed that. Besides, he had the go and the fact that isolation was necessary to consol him.

Now that he was in the city, anyway though...perhaps it wouldn't do Hikaru any harm to go out and find something interesting to do. Which was why, barely two hours after Touya Akira had threatened Shindou Hikaru with great bodily harm should he even think about stepping out of the threshold of his new house, the latter was strolling casually down the street with a pair of sunglasses, a wig, and a jacket with a hood on it, despite the fact that Hikaru claimed he wouldn't walk out of his house the whole time he was in the city. As for where he got the materials, well...

Either way, Hikaru was walking down the street. Deciding to go ahead and find some clothes for Sai, some of his own that weren't borrowed or boring hospital issued clothing, Hikaru slipped into a shop that he normally wouldn't be caught dead in. After all, Sai's tastes did seem similar to that of most go pro players, whom, unlike Hikaru, were usually dressed formally and neatly.

Browsing carefully through the racks of clothing and dutifully ignoring the rather suspicious looks that the store's stiff looking employees gave him, Hikaru reached a hand up and took of the sunglasses. It was getting too dark in the warmly lit room, and the last thing he needed was to be unaware and walk into someone he knew. Then again, pretty much no one that Hikaru would recognize would be out and shopping now, especially since the schedule of a go player is crowded and carefully planned out, from games and tutoring and practice sessions for go pros, and work and go playing for the more casual, and go players were pretty much all Hikaru used to associate with, bar a couple others like Akari.

As he noticed a shirt that Sai might like (though he wasn't sure, and wouldn't be buying anything until Sai could come with him), Hikaru didn't notice a hand also reaching for the same shirt. Perhaps a momentary lapse of concentration (lack of consciousness for three days didn't help his motor coordination, especially since Hikaru was out and around despite not being at his best) but Hikaru was so shocked at the hand that seemed to appear out of nowhere that he jumped back, tripping over the perfectly smooth floorboards and into what would soon become a tangled mess of limbs.

Before Hikaru could fall onto the unforgiving floor though, something, or rather someone, caught his wrist. He stared up at into the eyes of one Touya Kouyo. Hikaru pushed himself up off the floor, and couldn't find the right words. After all, he had disappeared from the world without a trace two years ago, and he was suddenly here shopping for clothing. Hikaru could tell that the man was waiting for him to explain, shock having briefly showed through his eyes before unyielding calm took over.

The ex-Meijin let go of his wrist, and didn't say anything. Hikaru groaned internally, and promised to himself, 'I'll never doubt your words again, Akira.' Blinking a couple of times, and suffocating from the tense silence, Hikaru offered a weak, "Hi?" before his body decided that the best thing to do under such stress levels was to fall into unconsciousness.

Sure enough, Hikaru hit the floor with a soft thump moments later, his last thought being how 'uncool' it was to faint so femininely in front of the elder go player, and the scathing remarks Akira would soon give him.

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My latest plot bunny that has been bugging me is finally published! Not much to say, but please do drop a review and let me know if this story is worth continuing. Title will probably change, sooner or later, as I'm not the best at coming up titles before I know my plotline well, and the rating is high too for the same reason. Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it.

EDIT 10/8/10: I've fixed some typos, and added a sentence or two. Nothing major.