Disclaimer: I don’t own Yuugiou or the game of chess
Rating: G for Mokuba POV
Warnings: Mokuba POV, freakish obsession
Word count: 442
Author’s note: I needed to write a Mokuba POV because…I don’t know. Because I play Mokuba in RPs and I felt the urge to write a story from his POV. I also felt the urge to write a devotion story. For some reason, I was feeling especially “OMG Kaiba brothers!” today.
I knew he would beat me.
I knew it, but I said yes anyway. Of course I would say yes, what else was there to say? He wanted to spend time with me, to play against me. Who was I to decline?
To tell the truth, I had my own selfish reasons to play with him, too. I would get to have the joy of him leading my over to the board, my hand in his. I could tell everyone was jealous because of the look in their eyes. They all wished they were as lucky as I was. And I felt like the luckiest kid in the world.
Also, there was the fact that I would be sitting across from him the whole time. I would get to watch his face, his gestures as he played opposite me. I would get to hear his voice, even to bask in his silence. I would get experience that feeling of gratitude, of sheer luckiness that I would get to spend time with him.
And, of course, there was all the attention I would receive. I would, being quite bad at the game, make a mistake, and he would tell me what a better play would have been, and he would show me how to strategize like he did. Of course, I still wasn’t very good, but I would pay unwavering attention to the object of my idolicy as he tried to explain the moves to me.
But most of all, it was the smile. When I would make a good play, or do something he had previously instructed me to do, he would give me the best smile in the world and say to me, “Good job!” I would melt in his smile, and nothing else could matter to me. I would give the world, the universe for that smile.
But all too quickly, it would come to an end. With two simple words, my god would end my personal paradise. I would feel slighted at first, but then, as he led me back to wherever I was supposed to be, I would realize how blessed I was just to get to spend those hours with him. And yet, still, they left me wanting more.
So I would try. I would think of strategies, game plans, on my own. Though fallible and flimsy, they would keep the next game going a little longer. Yes, I knew he would beat me from the beginning. But I had to keep improving so that I could make the next game last. So that I could see that smile a little longer.
Because I dreaded that checkmate.