Once upon a time, an old geezer–how old? Well, not too old to read manga–opened a little book. Its cover was a nice, glossy black and white, with a cute black and yellow character.

"Hikaru", "no", and "Go" were the cryptic words written on it.

For his greatest misfortune, he read it, and soon he had the urge to obtain by any means every other book displaying those words, to know more about its characters' non-existent lives. Nothing could take him out of that unreasonable yet enthralling passion for weeks.

He had become a Hikaru no Go Junkie.

To find salvation, he realized he had to turn that addiction into a more productive activity. Thus he began to learn about the game described in the bewitching book, and did what he expected the least: he wrote fanfictions!

His (not so) sad experience he would be delighted to share with others.

Thanks for him.

Valérien

(I'm better now!)