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Hikaru no Go/DC Universe, Yoshitaka Waya and Bart Allen (Impulse)
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"Mmn," Isumi said noncommittally, stepping off the bus in a more reserved fashion. Coming to a halt a couple of steps behind Waya, Isumi turned his attention back to the kifu in his hand and waited patiently for the forehead beating to be over with. "It was a very good game, Waya," he added, shaking the kifu and making the paper snap. "Your go is improving--"

"--but so is his," Waya finished for him, abruptly stopping with the beating of his forehead, throwing himself against the wall, and sliding down it until he was sitting on the sidewalk. "I'm so close to a breakthrough, I can feel it, sometimes I can almost see it, but--"

An explosion of red and white and brown almost in his face stole the rest of that sentence, and Waya smacked the back of his head against the wall as he tried to jerk away from it. Waya yelped and clutched at the back of his head with both hands, and started to say "Hey, what was--"

Then his eyes focused on the apparation in front of him and he shut up. Somewhere above him Isumi made a small startled sound and took three quick steps backwards. The apparition blinked at Waya for a second, then babbled something.

"Aah--" Isumi said, then stopped, clutching at the strap of his satchel with both hands. His eyes were wide enough to show white all the way around the irises. "What...?"

"I don't..." Waya blinked and squinted. "... wait, wait. That-that was English." Sitting up, leaning in towards the skinny white boy with the goggles on, Waya fumbled for his (really quite bad) English and finally managed to say, "To slow down!"

The kid jerked backwards like he'd been hit, nearly falling on his ass on the pavement opposite Waya. Shaking his head wildly (and sending his own shaggy brown hair everywhere) he babbled something else, even faster than before, but eventually something like recognition dawned in his eyes. He swept one hand through his explosion of hair and said, slowly, "I... need... good... sushi. For Kon. I lost a bet--" and by that point he was once again babbling too fast for Waya to have a hope of following.

Kon? What's kon mean? Crap! Waya opened his mouth to say something, anything, and then the kid thrust a unfolding explosion of map in his face. Waya cracked his head against the brick wall again as he jerked away, and whatever it was Waya had meant to say was lost in spluttering. He fought the map down into his lap and shot a glare in the kid's direction. "Sushi, fine, sushi, I can do that..." he muttered in Japanese. He tapped the map in one place. "Us," he said in English, and then said in a quick aside to Isumi, "Where's Sansui from here? What street?"

"Aaah--" Isumi looked like he was about to faint, but he edged closer, studied the map, and then touched it gingerly. Waya promptly pointed to that spot with his other hand, looked at the kid, and said, "Here."

The kid leaned in, studied both of Waya's fingers, and then beamed and nodded. And the map vanished. Literally vanished; one moment it was blanketing Waya's legs, the next moment it was gone, and Waya's fingertips tingled where it had been jerked out from underneath them. "Thanks!" the kid chirped in English, and "Goodbye!" and then he vanished, just popped right out of existence, and the hairs on Waya's arms rose in a prickle of static.

Waya remained just where he'd been, sitting on the pavement, both hands hovering in midair. Behind him Isumi jerked his head around, wild eyes trying to watch every bit of the area at once. Finally Isumi heaved a sigh and closed his eyes and relaxed, and Waya let his hands drop into his lap. "Weird... crazy Americans..."

A little meeping sound caught his attention, and Waya jerked his head up just in time to catch Isumi hiding a smile behind his hand. "What?" Waya said.

"Ah? Oh! Nothing, Waya." Isumi glanced up and down the street, and then held out his hands. Waya took them and hauled himself to his feet. Isumi let go of one of Waya's hands, and then leaned in, ruffling Waya's own explosive brown hair. "He just reminded me a little of someone, that's all..."

"Ha. Ha. Ha," Waya said sourly.