Disclaimer: I don't own KH.
AN: Written for the theme of "High and Mighty."
Because chess was not a very straightforward game at all, and because it induced a state of thinking that could be very productive to one's health in such an environment, surrounded by such the shades that they were, he was highly fond of the game set he possessed. It was a material treasure, and therefore meant absolutely nothing to him at all. But of all the meaningless material belongings that cluttered themselves around him, it was perhaps one of the more noteworthy-- and by that meaning remarkable, and thus important, and therefore meaningful --belongings among them.
"Do you even know how to play this game?"
"If I didn't, would I agree to it?"
"I'd have to consider that yes, indeed, I think you would."
"…Well maybe you're wrong."
There weren't too many reasons to let others touch anything that he considered his, most usually and consistently there were indeed none at all, however this noteworthy possession of his would provide for an entertaining show of skills, and a wonderful flaunting of mind power. Not that he often brought out his abilities for the sole sake of display and impression, but he was quite prepared to make a show of himself in order to gain favor. (He did like favor. But that was a well kept secret really, not needing repeating.)
"It is a good idea to take your time and think out your moves, but really, when you haven't a clue what you're doing, you can simply make any move; they'll all do the same good for you…"
"Why don't you stuff your confidence in that big mouth of yours and let me think, hmm?"
"If such a thing is necessary, of course. …No, don't make that move."
"What if I want to, eh?"
"You can't. It's illegal."
"You don't know everything, you know."
"I don't think I can deny that, but honestly, that move is illegal."
There wasn't much about the game that he had to take seriously anymore, he knew the ins and outs of gameplay better than any soul ever could. There was absolutely nothing for him to be uncertain of, nothing that could catch him off guard. It didn't matter if he didn't know everything-- if he didn't, no one did. He simply knew the very most.
His need to preen and show off had gotten the better of him this time, talking down to the one he wanted to have look up to him, speaking slowly to the one he wanted to have listen to him, and most utterly important, defeating the one he desperately wanted to have watch him come out victorious. The course was rigged, the outcome assured, and the game itself simply a skeleton he knew didn't actually matter. There was hardly a percentage against him winning flat out.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because you would have taken it otherwise?"
"…But how did you know to move it like that?"
"Because that's the way it moves. I know how it moves; I know where to move it. I'm not stupid."
