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HnG short and the promise of a real update later.

 
A Hikaru no Go snippet:

Title: Closet Case
Pairing: Hints of Hika/Aki
Rating: PG-13 (language)


“The prudence of the best heads is often defeated by the tenderness of the best hearts.” ~Henry Fielding


“Discretion,” Ashiwara read aloud, “Noun. The quality of being discreet. Ability to make responsible decisions. Individual choice or judgment. Power of free decision or latitude of choice within certain legal bounds. The result of separating or distinguishing.”

Touya Akira bit back a growl, “Your point?”

“That reading definitions from a dictionary does not always make good points,” Ashiwara mused, “Try this one: Discrete. Adjective.” Ashiwara glanced up, “I think this is it,” he returned to the large book lying open in his hands, “Constituting a separate entity. Consisting of distinct or unconnected elements. Taking on or having a finite or countable infinite number of values.” He frowned. “No, that’s not it either.”

“It’s still your move,” Akira reminded him for what felt like the one-hundredth time that afternoon.

“Un?” Ashiwara paused, his finger still held midway down the dictionary’s page, “Oh.” He studied the board for a moment before placing a stone. Akira sighed. He wasn’t even trying. He wasn’t even paying attention.

Akira removed his stones before covering the wooden cask with a conspicuously audible snap. That, at least, seemed to warrant Ashiwara’s attention.

“You forfeit?” he assumed. Akira did not bother to honor the implied question with an answer.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Ashiwara commanded when Akira stood to leave, “This is it. Prudence. Noun. The ability to govern and discipline oneself to the use of reason. Sagacity or shrewdness in the management of affairs. Skill and good judgment in the use of resources. Caution or circumspection as to danger or risk.” Ashiwara flashed a self-satisfied smile at Akira, “Yes. I’d say that about sums it up,” he congratulated himself.

“And your point is?” Akira ground out for the second time.

“My point,” Ashiwara explained with as much gravity as he could muster, “is that if you are going to ‘make out’ with Shindo in the broom closet, you should at least attempt to block off the door.”

Akira forced a smile at the kindly offered advice. “Ashiwara,” he cautioned the grinning older man, “fuck off.” It was more than Ashiwara could handle; he laughed out loud.



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I have all sorts of people I'd love to tell you all about, only, I'm tired, and bed beats out creativity. But I will (tell you, that is), I promise.

I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving holiday (if you celebrate Thanksgiving).

Yours with love,
J. Washington Irving.
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