Scattered Chess Pieces
"You know, Mokuba. Do you remember how much I loved chess when I was younger?"
Mokuba certainly does remember. He nods.
"Do you remember how I beat Gozaburo? How I made everything and ruined everything at the same time?"
He does, so Mokuba nods again. Seto's jaw clenches. It was strange, the younger boy thought, seeing his beloved older brother so vulnerable. He had just walked in on him in the middle of the night, with his chess set in front of him, everything set out exactly the way it should be, on the huge dining room table. At first he didn't even think Seto had seen him. Then the auburn haired boy started to talk.
"But then, after a year or so in the orphanage, life took all the passion out of it. And chess just became a way of life. A way of survival. I had skill. I proved it. I beat a master at his own game. And then I made it my game instead. Everything went so well for such a short time. Nothing can ever stay well ,though."
Mokuba sits down next to his brother, and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Then came Duel Monsters. And for a time, I had passion about that too. But then everything happened and it ruined that game for me too. But first, it was chess. It was chess. Chess and Gozaburo. Look what good winning does. It made me into a fucking machine. A machine."
Mokuba thinks this display of emotions makes Seto seem like anything but a machine.
And afterwards Seto surprises him by angrily pushing the chess set onto the floor. Chess pieces go everywhere, and they roll around on the floor with a clattering sound as wood hits wood.
"I hate chess."
The End