Isumi Team Battle Drabble Post

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There are going to be lots of ways to earn points this month, many of which won't involve writing stories at all, but it's not a team battle without a Drabble Prompts Post!

You can earn points by:
- Prompting a prompt that involves Isumi - 1 point (don't worry about putting your team names down - I'll match from the sign up post.)
(you can leave other prompts, just they won't count for points.)
- all fills are worth - 3points

With the following bonuses:
- extra 2 points if your fill goes over 500 words.
- extra 5 points if your fill involves Isumi!

You don't have to be part of a team to participate - but we'd love to have you join in!

Sign up for a team here!

Other ways to earn points:
Answer questions about Isumi!
Icontest: theme Isumi!

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Isumi/Waya - the classic

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Isumi/Le Ping - the newer model

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Isumi/Tsuitsui - the surprise

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Isumi/Ogata - the experienced older man

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Isumi/Kuwabara - the more experienced older man

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Isumi/Yang Hai -confidence is sexy

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Isumi/Nase - ultimate catch

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Isumi/Touya - bedazzled by Go

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Isumi/Ochi - megane power

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Isumi/Yeongha - still the prettiest

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Isumi/Hikaru - something special

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Isumi/Go - the ultimate ending

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Vampire Touya! :D

Drabble: "I have a little list"

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It is a matter of elimination really.
- Shindou is his rival.
- Ogata is his teacher.
- His father is, well, his father.
- Nase is, urg, a girl.
- Waya is just urg.
- Morishita is just too much like his father
- Kuwabara would be too stale.
- Kurata, too fat.

So, that really only left Isumi, Shinichiro, 3-dan. He’s young, healthy, lean, moderately talented. Not that that mattered right now. Right now, "young and healthy" are what’s important, keep your mind on the subject!

Touya Akira, 5-dan Go Pro, dons his midnight cloak and ditto mask and steps out his 5 story high bedroom window. There’d be a good night hunting tonight!

Re: Drabble: "I have a little list"

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♥ AHAHAHAHA ♥♥♥♥XD

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Isumi - What does Go mean to me?

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An interviewer asks for Isumi's thoughts on Shindou Hikaru.

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Isumi gets stuck in an elevator with Touya Akira.

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Isumi/Waya - Figure it out.

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Isumi comes face to face with a ghost.

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Isumi/Waya - Cheer up

Drabble - "Son-in-law Isumi?"

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Drat! Mum saw Isumi-kun. And now she’s got all kinds of stupid ideas in her head.

Last week she made me take him a bento that turned out to have pink hearts all over it. I could just have died!

Now yesterday, she contrived to be around the institute just as I was getting my tutoring session from Isumi-kun. And she just stood there and gushed about wedding ceremonies! ARG!

/sigh/ I wish I could get it through her head that Go is all we really have in common. And that we only want to play together, not live together…

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Haha, Poor Nase, meddling parents are so hard. :3`

"The Pro and the Ghost"

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Of course Waya was to blame for it. Waya always was to blame, so what else was new? This time Waya was to blame for the fact that A: Isumi had missed a full night’s sleep and was dead tired to begin with. And B: Waya had not bothered to wake Isumi up after he had fallen asleep in the viewing room during the last tournament game of the day.

And so it was that when Isumi did wake up, the room was pitch black and the institute was utterly deserted. It was also locked, from the outside, as he found after going down to check. All the lifts were down and so was the electricity; a recent policy to reduce the institute’s bills. That left emergency lights only. Oh, just great!

Isumi hurried back up the stairs to the only room that had been at least moderately warm; the viewing room. On his way there he passed the open door of the Room of Profound Darkness, which at that moment was living up to its name in spades! Then suddely the short hairs on Isumi’s neck suddenly stood up, spreading goose bumps all the way down his back; he had spied a movement inside the room from the corner of his eye. He was not alone? Was there an intruder?

He stopped dead and stood perfectly still, trying to look into the room without turning his head. There! There it was again. He was now sure it was real! He, quickly and as silently as possible, slipped into the room, leaving the door open behind him. Now that he had his eyes facing forward he could see the dim outline of a figure. His hand found the switch of the emergency light on the wall and flipped it.

The room was flooded in a deep red light, illuminating a lone figure sitting in seiza at one side of the Goban as though he was quite innocently waiting for a game. Isumi was momentarily stunned by the figure and it was only partly due to the presence of the man (woman?) but more by his/her garb. The figure wore an outfit that Isumi had only ever seen in a Noh play; an outfit that off the stage was just plain outrages, idiotically long sleeves and super tall hat and all.

‘What – who -?’ Isumi stuttered.
It was only then that the figure looked up at him, an almost bored expression on his/her face. When Isumi said no more the figure turned his head back to the board, as though intently studying a game on it, though the Goban was totally empty.

‘Who are you?’ Isumi tried again.
At this the figure turned his/her head quickly towards the young Pro and said, ‘you can see me?’ The voice was low enough to be male.
‘Well, of course I can see you!’ Isumi was starting to get miffed now; what kind of nonsense was this?!

The figure’s face lit up with a wide smile. ‘Oh, how delightful!’ He cast his eyes up for a moment, clapping his sleeve covered hands together with a small but dull thud, exclaiming ‘Kami be thanked for this opportunity!’ He lowered his eyes back to Isumi and swept his hand, that was suddenly holding a closed fan, in the direction of the vacant seat across from him at the other side of the Goban and said, ‘I’ve been waiting long for a game with you Isumi-san, if you would take a seat please.’
It wasn’t until after he had sat down that Isumi remembered to close his mouth. Then, before he had a chance to speak, the strange figured started speaking again.

‘I am Fujiwara no Sai, pleased to meet you.’ The figure bowed and Isumi could not sop himself responding in kind, ‘Isumi Shinichiro, pleased to meet you.’

‘Alas, I am unable to touch to the stones!’ the figure continued in a effeminately lamenting tone. ‘If I may prevail upon your generosity to place my hands, I would indeed be very grateful,’ he said, again bowing.

Isumi found himself agreeing to this request and not for a moment did he find himself wondering why this Fujiwara could not play out his own moves. No, he didn’t wonder at any of the events so far at all, all he could think at first was that this was a strange dream indeed and that he’d murder Waya in the morning. Very shortly after that he forgot any thoughts of vengeance or anything else for that matter and could only think about formations and strategies, ‘cause this Fujiwara was a very worthy opponent indeed!

(780 words!)

"Going Up!"

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It was on the day of his Meijin Tournament prelim game against the other pro that the elevator broke down, with both of them on board. Isumi tried to keep is already unsteady nerves down by reminding himself that the lift broke down at least once a day and was usually fixed within 5 minutes.

He glanced at the other occupant of the lift; Touya Akira. The younger man looked bored, his eyes cold, staring straight at the closed doors. Isumi envied him his cold demeanor; he wished he could feel so cool under the pressure of the knock-out prelims.

Isumi had very seldom seen Touya being anything other than icy calm. The only times he was not was when he was playing Shindou and then he was usually angry.

Isumi even envied him his anger. It was an anger that spoke of a love for Go, a passion to be the best. Isumi wanted that passion, wanted that force of will. But he was well aware that he just didn’t have it in him. And unconsciously he knew he had already lost the game that awaited them at the top of the building, before he had even laid the first stone because of that lack.

The lift jarred back into motion and took them up to meet in ‘battle’.