Morning Sunlight

100 words :: Hikaru no Go :: Hikaru/Akira :: 3/28/08
It’s weird the things that make him think of Sai.


It’s weird the things that make him think of Sai. Not go, not really. When he’s playing go, it’s like Sai is a part of him, or in the game, not separate enough to be thinking about.

It’s things like historical dramas or koi flags fluttering in the wind on Children’s Day. It’s an old woman fanning herself on the train, a pretty guy with long black hair, a weekend in Kyoto with Akira.

Sometimes it’s the morning sunlight shining in the window, and he watches blurry-eyed as dust swirls through the air like ghosts, Akira’s warmth against his back.