Game, Set, Match [Prince of Tennis, Rikkai troika gen]
Yanagi and Sanada play chess, Yukimura is there too. Inspired by this image. 300 words. 31_days prompt: 26 September 2006. Game and set to you, Quicksilver
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Game, Set, Match.
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Sanada's thumb and forefinger close around the piece. He takes a breath as he surveys the board, debating the move and whether or not there is a better one to play. A cursory glance across the table at Yanagi reveals him expressionless, except that when he catches Sanada looking his mouth quirks a little. Sanada frowns, lets go of the piece before he moves it, and looks for another move.
Yukimura groans in frustration. This is the third time this has happened in five minutes.
"I thought you were reading," Yanagi observes without looking.
"I can't concentrate," Yukimura retorts. "Sanada makes every breath sound like a huge effort. Stop playing mind games with him and get on with your game."
Sanada shoots a glare Yukimura's way, which he ignores. It's true enough - Sanada is treating the game like slow torture.
"I'm not doing anything," Yanagi says. "When Genichirou looks at me I smile. It would be rude to do otherwise."
"Oh shut up," Yukimura snorts. Yanagi knows neither of them underestimate him and yet he can't help but enjoy making these empty excuses up. Yukimura sits up on the couch and looks over. Sanada looks like a cat caught in the rain - miserable and yet full of indignation all at once. "You could-"
"I don't need your help," Sanada says roughly. Yukimura closes his mouth again and tries not to smile. He had kind of expected that response.
Sanada plays his next move quite quickly after that, and Yanagi always makes his countering move within mere seconds. Three turns later and Sanada attacks with his queen.
"Checkmate," he says, without the slightest trace of conceit. Yanagi's mouth falls open.
"What a feint," Yukimura laughs, clapping his hands in approval. It doesn't do to underestimate Sanada Genichirou, either, it seems.
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Game, Set, Match.
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Sanada's thumb and forefinger close around the piece. He takes a breath as he surveys the board, debating the move and whether or not there is a better one to play. A cursory glance across the table at Yanagi reveals him expressionless, except that when he catches Sanada looking his mouth quirks a little. Sanada frowns, lets go of the piece before he moves it, and looks for another move.
Yukimura groans in frustration. This is the third time this has happened in five minutes.
"I thought you were reading," Yanagi observes without looking.
"I can't concentrate," Yukimura retorts. "Sanada makes every breath sound like a huge effort. Stop playing mind games with him and get on with your game."
Sanada shoots a glare Yukimura's way, which he ignores. It's true enough - Sanada is treating the game like slow torture.
"I'm not doing anything," Yanagi says. "When Genichirou looks at me I smile. It would be rude to do otherwise."
"Oh shut up," Yukimura snorts. Yanagi knows neither of them underestimate him and yet he can't help but enjoy making these empty excuses up. Yukimura sits up on the couch and looks over. Sanada looks like a cat caught in the rain - miserable and yet full of indignation all at once. "You could-"
"I don't need your help," Sanada says roughly. Yukimura closes his mouth again and tries not to smile. He had kind of expected that response.
Sanada plays his next move quite quickly after that, and Yanagi always makes his countering move within mere seconds. Three turns later and Sanada attacks with his queen.
"Checkmate," he says, without the slightest trace of conceit. Yanagi's mouth falls open.
"What a feint," Yukimura laughs, clapping his hands in approval. It doesn't do to underestimate Sanada Genichirou, either, it seems.
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