HikaGo ficnote #2
Mar. 13th, 2003 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petroniaIt's in 2nd person, which is interesting. 3rd person means I'm directing, see, and 1st person means I've really bunkered down in the character's brain - or s/he's bunkered down in mine, same difference. By that logic, 2nd person means I've abdicated my duties and handed them over. It's not something I normally even think of doing, but Akira's such a responsible little prig, uninclined to jump the curb or spring lateral surprises. "So, Touya-kun, what do you think is/was really going on here?" And he tells me, and I write it down.
...He's so clueless he can't even hear himself.
(Because, ya t00b! Because when you "fall" it implies... ah, whatthehell. Just keep talking. >_>)
...'Kay, y'all know what: you can have the one consecutive-paragraph snippet there is in all this. So you can see what I mean when I ramble.
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When you look back on your life you see Shindou's advent as a singularity, akin to a moment from classic science-fiction. The aliens landing their gleaming ships on the well-trimmed lawns of America, emerging with their spindly limbs lifted in peace: take us to your leader. Just like that. Radioactive monsters emerging from the sea. Nothing anyone could have predicted, and in the space of a breath everything unavoidably, irrevocably changed.
The space of a game...
You were not born for Shindou, nor Shindou for you. But it is difficult for you to remember that.
There is a central mystery to all this, the pattern of which you came to see only gradually. At first it seemed as simple as tumbling downhill, and so you did exactly that. It's ironic - you think - that people talk of falling in love but only of engaging in rivalry. It should be the other way around; certainly love has never knocked the breath out of you, or made you feel that the bad landing had broken a few bits about you you'd rather have kept intact. Not that you admitted any such thing at the time. You picked yourself up, told yourself it was a stumble, and kept walking. Ignored the limp and the palpable bruises.
Now you think you weren't so much obdurate as utterly lacking in any basis for comparison. Your life before the singularity had been flat, the horizon distant but dependable. It was destiny manifest that your first fall should be off a cliff taller than any you've encountered thereafter.
Sai.
Sai is an abstraction. Sai is physically elusive. Sai could very well be the best player of his generation, if his hands were not like the merciless re-enactment of some ancient kifu whose results had been determined centuries since. Sai is an emergent system, the ghost in the machine. Sai is embodied in Shindou Hikaru, but Shindou Hikaru is not Sai. Or perhaps it is the other way around. It is like a koan, that only makes sense after one's logic has been utterly humbled.
You didn't think of him as Sai, of course. Not at the beginning.
***
...He's so clueless he can't even hear himself.
(Because, ya t00b! Because when you "fall" it implies... ah, whatthehell. Just keep talking. >_>)
...'Kay, y'all know what: you can have the one consecutive-paragraph snippet there is in all this. So you can see what I mean when I ramble.
***
When you look back on your life you see Shindou's advent as a singularity, akin to a moment from classic science-fiction. The aliens landing their gleaming ships on the well-trimmed lawns of America, emerging with their spindly limbs lifted in peace: take us to your leader. Just like that. Radioactive monsters emerging from the sea. Nothing anyone could have predicted, and in the space of a breath everything unavoidably, irrevocably changed.
The space of a game...
You were not born for Shindou, nor Shindou for you. But it is difficult for you to remember that.
There is a central mystery to all this, the pattern of which you came to see only gradually. At first it seemed as simple as tumbling downhill, and so you did exactly that. It's ironic - you think - that people talk of falling in love but only of engaging in rivalry. It should be the other way around; certainly love has never knocked the breath out of you, or made you feel that the bad landing had broken a few bits about you you'd rather have kept intact. Not that you admitted any such thing at the time. You picked yourself up, told yourself it was a stumble, and kept walking. Ignored the limp and the palpable bruises.
Now you think you weren't so much obdurate as utterly lacking in any basis for comparison. Your life before the singularity had been flat, the horizon distant but dependable. It was destiny manifest that your first fall should be off a cliff taller than any you've encountered thereafter.
Sai.
Sai is an abstraction. Sai is physically elusive. Sai could very well be the best player of his generation, if his hands were not like the merciless re-enactment of some ancient kifu whose results had been determined centuries since. Sai is an emergent system, the ghost in the machine. Sai is embodied in Shindou Hikaru, but Shindou Hikaru is not Sai. Or perhaps it is the other way around. It is like a koan, that only makes sense after one's logic has been utterly humbled.
You didn't think of him as Sai, of course. Not at the beginning.
***
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Date: 2003-03-13 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-14 08:09 am (UTC)(Ep.7 would be... the time Akira came serenading at the go club window, right? Ai yai yai.)
And I wub your sap!
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Date: 2003-03-13 11:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-14 08:05 am (UTC)Well, it's probably going to end up being that regardless. Better than "Akira: His So-Called Life", which is basically what it is. (The first paragraph I have is about when he was two-and-a-half and ate a go stone. >_>)
Gibson tra lala
Date: 2003-03-15 02:23 am (UTC)Now I've mental pics of aliens learning how to play go, and Hikaru and Akira living in a scifi world where everything is written in Gibson's style... and I hate Gibson. I loathe Gibson in so many ways, and it isn't his ideas, it's just that I loathe him, grr. But damn I liked this fic.
Akira can be quite clueless, but I love the way you map aliens in spacesships onto go and Akira's perception of the world. If the boy truly sees the world this way... I think I'm scared.
And OMG, the pink b/w Akira and Hikaru! *falls down giggling* and it has fianlly clicked to me why eveyone was squealing over the third op, as one of my friend said; "Can they be any more gay?!" (mind you this only came to me at 5am in the morning having been on a 30 odd eps of HnG anime marathon. The many ways a person's brain can inhabit a gutter).
WRITE MORE... even if this Akira is slightly scary ^^;;;
Lilack
(legs huggler)
Re: Gibson tra lala
Date: 2003-03-15 10:04 am (UTC)The fact that he doesn't realise other people don't "fall in rivalry" - that's what's scary IMO.
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Date: 2003-03-17 11:38 am (UTC)Won't it be hard to maintain that point of view for a (the?) whole fic? Interesting, interesting, it pegs down Akira without the dreaded "and then I felt like this and vooosh~~!" ...Not that the writers on ff.net write like that, but I'll be damned if they can express sentiment better than that.
I hope for action. Thank you so very much. And you must expand on this thought of Akira swallowing a Go stone. If you swallow a stone, does a go board grow in your stomach?
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Date: 2003-03-17 02:09 pm (UTC)...Y'know, I used to be terrified of that when I was little. (Now I'm going to use it in-fic. Thanks. XD)