Losing the Bet
Disclamer: I own nothing, not even the computer this was done on...
A/N: This was just a little idea that popped into my head while I was trying to take a nap. Very short and pointless, I know, but I liked it. It was a nice little writing exercise. I haven't written anything in present tense in a long time.
"That's checkmate, Aya," Ken smirks while folding his arms across his chest. He leans back in his chair, savoring his victory.
Aya blinks and then stares at the board in disbelief. Ken? Beating him at chess? Such things were certainly not possible. He blinks again, thinking his eyes must be playing a cruel trick on him.
Ken's grin fades into a look of annoyance. He snaps his fingers in front of Aya's face to get his attention. He is met with an icy glare. Ken doesn't back down, having grown immune to such glares. "Hey, you lost fair and square. Now it's time to pay up," his grin returns.
Aya grits his teeth and growls something that Ken can't decipher. He leans across the table, "What was that, Aya? I couldn't quite catch that."
Aya continues glaring at Ken, "I said, fine," his shoulders slump as he sighs in defeat, "Where did you want to go for dinner?"
Ken's smile widens, showing his pearly-white teeth. "Hehehe, that's more like it," he pauses to think, "You can take me to that new Italian place, and remember, it's your treat."
Aya sighs again as he stands to look for his wallet. This is the last time I ever challenge Ken to anything, he thinks as he grabs his coat and the pair heads out the door.