Chess
Yuuko does not like chess overmuch.
Clow liked it, though, and he would, what with the pawns and the king and the queen and most of all sacrifice.
Another reason not to like that man.
She plays chess with Watanuki and that silly boy mourns every single pawn that he loses and falls to her ruthlessness everytime. Sure, maybe the set was a lee-tle realistic, what with the shouts and screams and victory dances, but that boy doesn't need to be such a baby over them, like they were real people.
Real people are so much easier to use, and to sacrifice.
She makes him take the set to play with his archer boyfriend/bodyguard (she does not, of course, say this to his face. Watanuki is still a very good cook and her board isn't completely set up yet) and laughs when he returns and rages over her penne pasta with white wine and shellfish about the way Doumeki plays.
He eliminates any threat to his king immediately. Heartless bastard, he plays just like you, Watanuki says while pouring her wine. All he cares about is the king.
One thing Watanuki does not understand about the game as played by Doumeki is that he never seems to care how many pieces he loses, just as long as the king is safe.
Yuuko gulps her wine and call for another bottle; she understands all too well.
It may turn out right yet, the knight may never have to sacrifice too badly for his king, and his king may never have to mourn his warrior.
And then again it may not; destiny's Yuuko's dance but fate is no one's bitch.
For now the board is set, the pieces are moving, and her pawns of Doumeki and Watanuki and that darling little princess from another world and her scholar are almost in place.
Yuuko does not like chess overmuch. Clow does, though, and the game is on.
She wonders idly how the prices will be paid this time, and then how much alcohol it will take for her not to care.
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