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Jan. 4th, 2005 08:39 pmRead HikaGo vols. 1 & 2. My reaction:
Dear Akira,
You are absolutely the most wonderfully cool person on the face of the earth. When would it suit you to pick up my soul?
Love love love love love,
Cygna
Akira sighed, tossing the letter over his shoulder. "Another one," he muttered as it landed neatly in the trash basket.
"Another what?" Hikaru looked up vaguely from the game he was reconstructing.
"Love letter--or obsession letter, anyway," Akira replied, making a face. "They come by every post." He stood, stretched, and walked over to watch Hikaru's hands moving quickly on the goban.
Hikaru glanced up, pausing for a moment. "Really? I never saw one."
"That would be because I throw them away before you do; it would be annoying to have to post your bail after you went around to their addresses with a baseball bat or some such thing."
"Would I do a thing like that?" he asked innocently.
"Yes."
Hikaru grinned. " 'Course I would. The only one allowed to send you love letters is me, and don't you forget it!"
'Nuff said. But, honestly, Akira is so intense. Everything he does he does one hundred percent and change. Just the thought of that regard turning on me is...shivery.
He reminds me of Lex. A different Lex, a younger, softer Lex, but the same at bottom. A boy playing one game over and over, a man running one simulation over and over. A boy who lives to compete, a man who competes to live. And the same core of intense, burning fervor that is both attractive and frightening.
Wow. Can I be in love with a sixth-grader?
Dear Akira,
You are absolutely the most wonderfully cool person on the face of the earth. When would it suit you to pick up my soul?
Love love love love love,
Cygna
Akira sighed, tossing the letter over his shoulder. "Another one," he muttered as it landed neatly in the trash basket.
"Another what?" Hikaru looked up vaguely from the game he was reconstructing.
"Love letter--or obsession letter, anyway," Akira replied, making a face. "They come by every post." He stood, stretched, and walked over to watch Hikaru's hands moving quickly on the goban.
Hikaru glanced up, pausing for a moment. "Really? I never saw one."
"That would be because I throw them away before you do; it would be annoying to have to post your bail after you went around to their addresses with a baseball bat or some such thing."
"Would I do a thing like that?" he asked innocently.
"Yes."
Hikaru grinned. " 'Course I would. The only one allowed to send you love letters is me, and don't you forget it!"
'Nuff said. But, honestly, Akira is so intense. Everything he does he does one hundred percent and change. Just the thought of that regard turning on me is...shivery.
He reminds me of Lex. A different Lex, a younger, softer Lex, but the same at bottom. A boy playing one game over and over, a man running one simulation over and over. A boy who lives to compete, a man who competes to live. And the same core of intense, burning fervor that is both attractive and frightening.
Wow. Can I be in love with a sixth-grader?
