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Title: Necropolis
Rating: PG, I suppose...?
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Characters: Fujisaki Akari, Shindo Hikaru
Summary: When saddled with Hikaru's more disturbing moments, Akari repeats for herself the classically insufficient line: Hikaru is just different.

Notes:  Guys. I don't even know. Don't read this. I debated whether or not to post this. I think the concept has potential so I don't want it to just be lost to the fires of deletion or the dusty shelf of the 'unfinished' folder on my jump drive... BUT THIS DAMN BLOCK. It's still here! I thought taking a break and watching a shitton of anime would, I don't know, make me relax and then it woud go away. But I'm still struggling with my writing. In the end I'm posting it now so that I maybe can come back to it later, because I am FED UP with working on it right now.

SIGH. So er, this was SUPPOSED to be a Halloween fic, and it was SUPPOSED to actually GO SOMEWHERE and be something more than pointless, disconnected drivel. Unfortunately, this is all I could manage-- and it's late, at that. So ffffffff. Okay, okay, read it if you dare and let me know what I'm missing. (Protip: the answer is "sense".)

[/headesk eternal]

Can y'all tell how frustrated I am?
----

Hikaru is quiet in his hospital bed. It’s unnatural—he doesn’t even seem like Hikaru. She feels as if there’s someone else in his stead. Someone else listening to their hushed conversations, someone else in Hikaru’s body.

He lays there for hours before Hikaru’s mom, shivering and wild, turns to Akari and says quietly, “Maybe you should leave, Akari-chan.” But it’s as she is turning that Hikaru’s eyes open. Just simply open, neither flutter nor fly, but slide, as if he were not asleep but merely closing his eyes and tricking them this whole time. The possibility occurs to Akari because this is, after all, Shindo Hikaru… right?

And just as smoothly he rises and removes his oxygen mask as if it’s nothing but a nuisance and not the device that was saving his life moments earlier. He even reaches for those little tubes that stick in his arm as if he wants to rip them out, but his family all gasp and rush forward and bat his hands away.

His mom shakes him and cries. His grandpa asks what in the world happened. His grandma asks him what he got into up there. His dad asks him how he feels. But Hikaru looks at them all in turn distractedly, with the face he wears when he’s not actually paying attention to the teacher’s lesson. He shakes his head harshly when his mom tries to put the oxygen mask back on and even when the doctors come back in, he stares unblinkingly past them all.

The adults all discuss what should be done since the doctors haven’t figured out what’s wrong. Someone asks Hikaru how he feels again, but Hikaru is looking at the corner of the room.

“Go away…” Hikaru whispers.

“Excuse me, young man?”

“Hikaru! What’s gotten into you?”

Hikaru shakes his head vaguely. “Just leave! Don’t bother me anymore!”

Akari rubs her arms, feeling disturbed and cold. Am I standing under an air vent? she thinks vaguely, but mostly she gapes in confusion at Hikaru while the feeling of unease and nervousness and—and something else, something she felt back up in Hikaru’s grandpa’s attic—that same feeling wells inside her again.

“What do you want?” Hikaru shouts, voice colored like Akari has never heard it before. She thinks several things: that the adults are stupid, can’t they see Hikaru isn’t talking to them; that Hikaru has gone just a bit too far with this prank; and—

And she suddenly knows also that she does not, on her life, want to turn around and see what Hikaru is addressing.

It’s about at the time that Hikaru throws up on a nurse that grandma-Shindo steers Akari from the room and Hikaru’s grandparents drive her home.





It’s a persistent, unsettling memory to her, but nothing more. She eventually accepts, as the Shindo family accepts, thinking Hikaru is different. Hikaru is a little strange, and Hikaru is a little odd, and Hikaru is a little weird—and every other adjective that will be vague enough yet still serve as the explanation they don’t really have—but it’s nothing they can’t properly ignore. Nothing that will keep Hikaru from doing normal things as well as his not-normal things.

Because, well, the only other option is taking Hikaru to the doctor. The other doctor.

So Hikaru is just ‘different’, and after that once, he never faints on them again. He does have a problem with nausea, but it’s probably only the horrible junk food he sneaks under his mother’s nose. It only lasts a short while in any case. (Though Akari does remember him pleading, stomach caving, in out in out—Hikaru pleading between gags and coughs and hurls—“Okay… okay, okay…”)

But sometimes even today, Akari will follow Hikaru, hear his voice, and turn around the corner of the school to find him utterly alone. He whips around, disturbing the dead leaves at his feet, grinding them into dust.

“Who were you talking to just now, Hikaru?” Akari braves sometimes. Hikaru grins crookedly at these times, and he responds,

“No one.”

And they leave it only like that.





“What is this?” Kumiko asks once, flipping through the package of photos Akari just had developed.

Akari looks over, confused. Did something go wrong with the development? Akari gasps angrily at the white blotch smack dab on the middle of the photo. “What did they do! Really?” she snaps, thinking of the lackadaisical young man behind the photo counter. A perfectly good, super-rare photo of Hikaru—ruined!

Kumiko is quiet for a moment, thumbing gently through the stack and pulling out all the ruined photos. Then she whispers in a strange voice, “It’s only photos of Shindo-kun that are like this.”

It’s true—but there is no explanation. The only consistency is that the white blotch only appears on photos of Hikaru, and only right by Hikaru’s side.

“…Hikaru is odd,” Akari says. The classically insufficient line.





When Hikaru comes down with his depression, his parents grow nervous and edgy once more. And Hikaru had been doing so well, they whisper.  Akari, though, sees it as an improvement. At least he doesn’t talk to the voices in his head anymore.

And when he recovers, he’s the best of all. Not sad or strange, just secretive, and Akari will take that any day to his weird mood swings, to his plaguing nausea, to his quiet muttering or loud outbursts, and she’ll take it any day of the week to the way he used to, sometimes, turn his head quite suddenly and stare off at the empty air and nod.

The only remnant of his strange time:

There is one day where, after watching a certain program on the television, Mitani  gets the brilliant idea to go ghost hunting, of all things, and somehow it turns into a mini-reunion with all of the old Haze hands. Mitani even grudgingly tolerates Hikaru’s presence.

The prison is perfectly old and empty and damp and dark on the new moon night. This sort of commercial attraction is the best they all can do, but the owners did offer a group discount. They delight in being locked in at sundown and the owners wish them luck in lasting the night.

Akari looks back as the others move on. Hikaru stands by the entrance, looking with a very serious face up at the second floor. As she watches him in worry, he hikes up his backpack and turns on the spot. He’s surveying the empty balcony, and at length he smiles his old crooked grin again.

“I never really realized how many dead people there are in the world.”



----
...yeah. All I got. It totally just ends like that. I'm so sorry.
Happy Halloween in any case.


Date: 2011-11-03 01:41 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (Sai&Hikaru)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
Oh, I don't know why you aren't content with this fic, I absolutely liked it. I think it has the right mood for Halloween.

I like how you incorporated the elements from ghost stories like blotches on the photos.

Reactions of the adults are very convincing.

And I like your Akari, she really feels like a childhood friend.

Hikaru also sees other ghosts, doesn't he?

Your fic made me realise that HnG, despite Sai's presence, doesn't actually feel like a ghost story - because it's a story about the living and their struggles. Even in Sai's case.

But you made it feel like an actual ghost story, by using Akari's POV, for example, and I think you suceeded.

Cool Halloween photos, by the way)
Edited Date: 2011-11-03 01:42 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-11-03 01:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
I'm dissatisfied because it's feeble and bare and disjointed and pointless. ):

...but uh, I'm glad you like it anyway???


Yeah... I'd always wished Hikaru no Go was a bit more paranormal-y. A perfectly good door to a ghost story, and they close it! But oh well, it's not as if the abscence made the series lack or anything. So I've been wanting to put a ghost story spin on it foreverrrr, and I just don't think I really showed myself thoroughly in this fic. ):

But thank you anyway! And I'm glad you liked my pics, too-- I'm just so proud that I made the most unique, tricked-out house in the neighborhood for once. XD Next year there will be music and window dressings and jack-o-lanterns and...

halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 05:09 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (Default)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
umm, sorry, it's very silly, but I wanted to write something for ya.

*

A very shabby-looking Halloween ghost, who upon a closer inspection would turn out to be Kaburagi T Kotetsu, sneaked into a luxurious apartment complex and knocked on the door of one Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Kotetsu had briefly considered dressing up in his old Wild Tiger costume, but even he had to acknowledge that it didn’t quite fit in with the Halloween mood.

Since the brilliant idea to go shake up his uptight partner had occurred to Kotetsu in the last moment, he was limited in the materials at hand. The the end he simply grabbed one of his oldest bed sheets, a pair of scissors and a bottle of ketchup.

But enough with the backstory already.

More importantly, Kotetsu had already knocked four times and no one answered.

His cheerful “trick or treat!” was getting colder than Blue Rose's ice. Why wasn’t Bunny-chan at home?

Kotetsu let out a long-suffering sigh and fished out his cell-phone.

“Who are you and what do you think you’re doing?” Bunny inquired icily, opening the door just enough to glare at the perpetrator, but not enough to let anyone in. He was also wearing the largest headphones Kotetsu had ever seen.

“What do you mean ‘who are you’? It’s me, Kotetsu!" He blurted out. "What are you doing?”

“Listening to Schubert’s last sonatas, of course,” Bunny informed him with a deadpan expression, as if it was the most natural thing to do on Halloween.

“Eh?” Kotetsu had no idea who was that Sch-guy.

“I will never forgive you for interrupting my favorite sonata,” Bunny said, closing the door right before Kotetsu’s hopeful face.

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
[/FLAILS IN GLEE] OMG LOOOOOOOL SHIRO so cute! So sweet! Thank you so much, my dear!

"I will never forgive you for interrupting my favorite sonata."

Uibijnfveindfv eeee he he he! So very Bunny! ♥

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 07:00 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (Default)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
Wow, thank you, I'm so glad you liked it! ♥

Here's a follow-up of sorts featuring Kaede:

One year later…

Things had been mostly slow on Kotetsu’s retirement, but most certainly not on Halloween’s Eve.

He’d spent an insane amount of time decorating the house and the yard under Kaede’s strict command.

She was already disguised as a very cute vampire, and her new favorite comic book said that werewolves were enslaved by the superior vampire race,
thus Kotetsu’s wolf-eared ensemble, a lot more elaborate than his costume last year.

Done with the spider webs, Kotetsu seriously considered a beer or two, but the train of thought was crashed by a sudden commotion by the front door.

“Barnaby!” Kaede shouted, practically hanging on Bunny. Kotetsu’s Mom was smiling, readjusting her apron.

“What are you doing here?” Kotetsu asked doubfoundedly, slowly taking in a pair of pink, fluffy bunny ears on top of Bunny’s head.

“It’s my Halloween costume,” Bunny informed him matter-of-factly and only a tiniest bit defensively. When he turned around, Kotetsu noticed a matching bunny tail.
Edited Date: 2011-11-03 07:02 pm (UTC)

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
[FLOP FLOP FLOP FLOP]

SHIRO ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH CUTE

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 07:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
Your icon makes me want a matching Kotetsu. You should be the Bunny-chan to my Wild Tiger.

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
Shiro shiro shiro...............

.......you should be my partner in all of our shared fandoms. We could rule the fucking world.

Akira and Hikaru.
Barnaby and Kotetsu.
Lelouch and Suzaku.

SHIRO WE HAVE TO FIND MATCHING AKIRA+HIKARU ICONS TOO, COME ON, IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS AND DORKY AND AWESOME. 8U

[/hyper and probably over-excited]

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 08:12 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (Bunny)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
[/RAWR]
'kay, I shall embark on an epic search for matching Akira and Hikaru icons. Which one do you want to claim?

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
I WANT HIKARUUUUUUU 8U I'll be looking too, just in case. What about Lelouch and Suzaku? Should we go that far? Folks might catch on. XD

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 08:20 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (coolzaku)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
Okay! ♥

There is no such thing as too far. This is my Suzaku ♥! If you find a Lelouch in sunglasses, let me know. Or I have another Suzaku with a drink.

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 08:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
http://gossymer.livejournal.com/97231.html

:DDD #31 & #32? They're matchy, right?

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 08:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
NO WAIT! #31 and #35! Matching serious faces!

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 08:26 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (Akira srs bsns)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
okay!
Edited Date: 2011-11-03 08:29 pm (UTC)

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
NO FAIR, BUNNY-CHAN. YOURS HAS WRITING ON IT. HOW COME YOU ALWAYS GET THE FANCIER THINGS? Oh I get it. Because your #1, huh?

"King of Heroes" my ass.

Re: halloween with Tiger&Bunny

Date: 2011-11-03 08:13 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (Bunny)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
My name is Barnaby!

[readjusts his hair]

Date: 2011-11-03 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
Onegaishimasu! (I would like a game, eternal rival!)

Date: 2011-11-03 08:41 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (Akira srs bsns)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
Kochirakoso yoroshiku onegai shimasu!(our game never ends)

[/puts forth a goban or something; this is a serious business]

( I hope it's an appropriate answer, had to resort to google orz lol)

Date: 2011-11-03 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
[/has to laugh, so sorry]
((since 'goban' is 'go board'. So I pictured Akira placing another board on top of the board. It was hysterically retrded.))

Date: 2011-11-03 08:47 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (Akira surprised)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
I,I meant to write a go stone hahaha

[/dies from laughter]

Date: 2011-11-03 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
((sunglasses? eh... close enough, right?))

Date: 2011-11-03 08:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
((I am proud of the work we've done today. XD))

Suzaku... Are you making fun of me? (=n=#)

((lolol, look at Lelouch's disconcerted face and then Suzaku just merrily chuckling. I LOL'd.))

Date: 2011-11-03 08:56 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (coolzaku)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
((yay!))

Whatever gave you the idea, Lelouch?

[/still chuckling and subtly brandishing his cool shades]

Date: 2011-11-03 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
...it's because of my visor, isn't it? Listen, it's necessary for protecting my eyes! It comes with the helmet!

Date: 2011-11-03 09:06 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (coolzaku)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
[/guiiiilt]

Lelouch, I'd never suggest you not to use protection! Your safety comes first!

Date: 2011-11-03 09:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rex-sun.livejournal.com
Shiroooo livejournal informs me your birthday is coming up.

I'm going to try writing for you. What sort of fic do you want as a gift? (:

Date: 2011-11-03 09:15 pm (UTC)
ext_861739: @ nefadol (Akira surprised)
From: [identity profile] shirogiku.livejournal.com
Really? Wow, thanks for the kind offer! [/loooves you]

Anything Tiger&Bunny, especially some form of Bonjour, Zero(c) (Agnes&Diethard, yum!)

Alternatively, I'd also be happy with something from Deceptions- or Those That Never Leave-verses, if you have inspiration for those.

Or Code Geass with the ears from Loveless would also be uber cute.
Edited Date: 2011-11-03 09:15 pm (UTC)

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