Title: Black

Author: tacit_galaxy

Pairing: KiryuuTouga x Saionji Kyouichi

Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena

Theme: Zeta #01: chess

Rating: Teens (some mild language, thematic elements…)

Disclaimer: I do not own "Revolutionary Girl Utena" or any of its characters.

Black

A/N: This fic will be written from Saionji's POV.

"Hey Touga, do you remember…?" My words didn't make it the rest of the way out because the perfect trap for the bastard's bishop popped into my mind. I quickly moved my rook and tucked a lock of thick, wavy, green hair behind my ear; the whole thing was so perfect I couldn't help but him my best friend a smug look. That quite a huge deal for me, considering it was usually him that gave out all the condescending smirks.

"Remember what?" He said distractedly, his blue eyes darting around the chess board, attempting to find an escape route for the endangered piece. Touga knew that all I had to do was take down his bishop and I would have a straight line right to the king.

Check mate.

"How we used to play chess together back when we were kids?"

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"You should be black when we play! It suits you a whole lot better!" Touga laughed when he said it, I supposed because it was true. I was always the one in trouble, losing my temper, starting a fight. It was too perfect to be black.

"That's way too sinister…I don't know if I want to play anymore." I said, slightly ashamed to the tentativeness in my voice. He rolled his eyes at me and began to set up the game, slamming pawns, throwing knights and queens into their proper place. Touga turned the board with black pieces towards me and sighed.

"It doesn't matter what color you use anyways, I'll beat you all the same." He grinned at his own childish quip, "White goes first by the way."

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Our entire relationship could be summed up in that conversation. Touga always went first, and Touga always knew how to put me in my place. Black sheep, white sheep; it never changed one bit between us.

"Ah!" Touga exclaimed, "I believe I've just won the game."

It was true. I watched in annoyance as Touga cleverly moved his bishop out of my trap, knocking over my knight in the process, and leaving my king prone for toppling.

"I believe I do remember our childhood, amateurish, games of chess." He reclined back in his chair, and crossed his elegant legs, more than confident in the way the tables had turned.

"I won all the time back then just like I do now."

I nodded, as I pushed my finger against the black king. My piece collapsed with a hollow sound onto the checkered board while I thought of all the other times I'd surrendered to Touga.

"I suppose I've jinxed you." An amused expression came to his face as he spoke it. "White does always seem to win against black."