flonnebonne | [Hikaru no Go] Ficlet: Peeping Ping (Reply)

Written for

svz_insanity as a prize for guessing one of my blind_go fics correctly. She requested Waya, Isumi, and something about Le Ping. The original version of this fic was all screwed up because I totally forgot that Le Ping doesn't speak Japanese, duh. The fic should be less stupid now thanks to

ai_ling's help!

[Edit] And there's also a second, less linguistically-challenged version of this fic.
[Edit 2] Changed the name of the fic from "Lost in Translation" to "Peeping Ping." Thank you to

viridian_magpie for the suggestion!

Peeping Ping

"Waaaaaah!" screamed Le Ping.

"Gyaaaaaah!" screamed Waya as he scrambled to get off Isumi.

"Oh no," groaned Isumi as he sat up and tried to fix his clothes.

Le Ping ran out into the hallway and shouted, "Yang Haaaaaaaaai! Ta men zai ni chuang shang gao guai!"

"Don't tell it to the whole building!" Waya grabbed Le Ping by the back of his shirt and hauled him back into the room.

"Too late," sighed Isumi.

A moment later Yang Hai's head peeked through the doorway. "I heard you from all the way down the hall."

"Yang Hai! Yang Hai!" Le Ping was bouncing all over the place like a monkey on steroids. "Ta men gang cai zai ni chuang shang zuo!"

"My bed?" Yang Hai looked at Isumi, who looked pointedly at the ceiling.

"Shut up! We were not doing it on his bed," yelled Waya while trying to grab Le Ping.

"Hao ba hao ba, zai ling wai yi zhang chuang shang zuo."

"What did you say?"

"He said you were doing it on the other bed then."

"You have no proof," retorted Waya, crossing his arms in front of him.

"Ni cai bu neng zheng ming ni mei you," countered Le Ping, likewise crossing his arms.

"You calling me a liar?"

"Yes!" yelled Le Ping.

"You're the one who's lying!" Waya loomed menacingly over Le Ping.

"Liar liar liar!" Le Ping climbed up on Yang Hai's bed so he could match Waya's height. They stared each other down with identical glares.

"It's so much worse when there are two of them," Isumi said apologetically.

Yang Hai massaged his forehead. "No kidding."

"Look, It's not our fault this pipsqueak is a peeping tom," Waya complained.

"I'm not Peeping Tom, I'm Le Ping!"

Waya tried to grab Le Ping again but the smaller boy was too fast.

"Isumi!" he cried, latching onto Isumi's leg. "Ni yao jia de zuo shen me? Zhen de zai zhe li!"

"What did he say?" Waya demanded.

"He said, 'What do you need this fake for, you have me."

"He doesn't want jailbait," Waya snapped, finally managing to get a hold of Le Ping. "Now get out!"

"Waaah!" wailed Le Ping as he was dragged across the room. He managed to brace himself against the door frame before Waya could throw him out. "Isumi! Help!"

"Um..." Isumi blushed.

Yang Hai did not look amused. "Look, I don't care what you two get up to on the spare bed, just leave my bed alone. And lock the door for chrissakes."

"I'm sorry, Le Ping, I'll play with you another time." Isumi looked away as Yang Hai dragged Le Ping out of Waya's hands and into the hallway, then almost, but not quite, slammed the door on his way out.

"Wo ai ni, wo yao sheng ni de hai zi," came Le Ping's muffled voice through the door.

"I'm not translating that!"

Isumi clapped his hand over Waya's mouth to prevent him from responding. After a few seconds, they heard footsteps padding away down the hallway, along with a number of curse words in Mandarin, Japanese, Korean and English. Isumi gave an audible sigh of relief and took his hand off Waya's mouth.

"We're such bad guests," said Isumi.

Waya locked the door, turned around, and immediately put his arms around Isumi's shoulders.

"You're still in the mood after all that?"

"Especially after all that," growled Waya, pushing Isumi onto Yang Hai's bed.

Isumi yelped a little. "Shouldn't we use the other bed?"

"There is no way in hell I'm moving now. And by the way, you are not going to 'play with that brat some other time.'"

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"We'll see about that," muttered Le Ping.

Yang Hai pressed his ear a little closer against the door. "Shush."

"I told you they were doing it on your bed. Now pay up!"

"Yeah, okay, you'll get your money. Now shut up so I can listen."

Le Ping looked like he was about to say something unflattering about Yang Hai's mother, but instead he, too, pressed his ear against the door.