Sep 12 2008
Ruined
Title: Ruined
Author: dorrie6
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Characters: Hikaru/Ko Yongha
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters and universe presented in this story belong to Yumi Hotta and Takeshi Obata.
Notes: Prompt was Hikaru/Yongha, playing with hair.
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Ruined
Heading for the hotel lobby on the first day of the second annual Hokuto Cup, Shindou Hikaru felt great. He was playing the best Go of his life. He’d even beaten Touya Akira in a couple of official matches, okay none that really counted for much, but still. He felt great. He was smiling, striding through the hall, thinking about just how great he felt, when he was met with the one sight that could possibly destroy his mood. Ko Yongha. In the hallway. Looking smug.
“Ah, I’ve been waiting for you,” Yongha said, smiling warmly.
Hikaru frowned. “You learned Japanese?”
“Surprised?” Yongha asked. “I’d like to speak to you.”
“Okay,” Hikaru said. “I mean, whatever.” Yongha was getting close very quickly, and Hikaru started to worry that Koreans had a weird idea of personal space, since Yongha’s face was right there, and he was reaching up to ruffle Hikaru’s hair. Then things got weirder, as the ruffling turned into something like fondling. Hikaru yelped.
“That’s right,” said Yongha, maneuvering his face around to stick his tongue in Hikaru’s ear.
Hikaru forgot how to talk. Or move.
“What’s your name again?” Yongha’s mouth was way too close to his ear, though at least he was no longer licking anything. “Shinto?”
Hikaru remembered then how to move, and used this to pull his head away from the insanity. “Hey!” he shouted, “It’s Shindou! And… what the hell?!”
Yongha was laughing, which was really maddening, and Hikaru crossed his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to seem manly or something, but really it was not working, which only made things worse.
“Hey,” Hikaru said, desperately summoning some level of dignity. “I don’t know what kind of seriously wrong Japanese lessons you’ve been taking, but we do not use… ear licking as a polite greeting!” Hikaru frowned. “I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding. I’m sorry you learned such terrible Japanese. You probably don’t even know what I’m saying. Also, your hair is really… flouncy. I’m going into the lobby now.” And for a moment, he thought it might actually be that easy, as he brushed past Yongha, moving toward the room which he knew held such comforting souls as Waya and Touya, and hell, even Ochi would have been a welcome sight at that point, until he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and he was being pushed into the wall.
“My Japanese is perfect,” Yongha said, pinning Hikaru in place without even really touching him, which Hikaru did not understand at all, “and I’m definitely not trying to be polite.” Now there was something touching him, and Hikaru was not prepared to look down to see exactly what.
Hikaru was at a loss. He considered the possibility that someone might come by to save him, but that thought was becoming less and less attractive as his embarrassment, uh, rose. “What do you want?” he asked, feeling pathetic.
Ko Yongha ran his tongue over his lips in a terrifying way. “I want to ruin you,” he said. “I want to strip you, slowly, in front of all these people, fuck you until you cry, and then leave you sprawled in humiliation over the goban.”
Hikaru’s brain had, at this point, pretty much been erased. Or so he wished. He heard a sound coming out of his mouth. It might have been some kind of grunt.
Yongha backed away then, laughing again. “That was hilarious,” he said, walking toward the lobby. “You Japanese players really do have more good looks than brains, don’t you?” And then he was gone.
Hikaru slumped, grateful, suddenly, for the support of the wall. He was still trying to work out what had happened when a familiar voice interrupted him.
“Shindou!” Touya’s eyes were dark with concern. “Are you all right?”
“Ha ha,” Hikaru said, rubbing the back of his head. “Of course I’m all right! What could be wrong?”
Touya frowned. “Ko Yongha said you’d had some kind of nervous episode. You aren’t feeling ill, are you?”
Hikaru’s face was burning. “No! Ha ha. Of course not!”
Touya’s face relaxed a bit. “Okay. Let’s go then,” he said, starting back toward the lobby.
“Right,” said Hikaru, following Touya, and then, “Hey, Touya?”
Touya turned to him. “Shindou?”
“Um,” Hikaru smiled sheepishly, “I really need to play Ko Yongha.”