Click.(1)
Click.(2)
Click.(1)
Click.(2)
CLICK!(1)
Click.(2)
...(1)
...(1)
...Click.(1)
Click.(2)
Cli-(1)
Cli-(1)
Cli--ck...?(1)
Click.(2) "Checkmate."
"Goddamn sonofabitch--!"
A blond teenage boy was standing over a table appearing to hold the remnants of a chess game, cursing and glaring at the other boy who looked, for all the world, about as excited as a wax bean. The pieces were in disarray, some still on the table, some scattered on the grime covered floor, where the erect boy had apparently swept them in his ire.
"You cheated!" The upset boy was now pointing an accusing finger at his opponent.
Said opponent merely raised an eyebrow in response.
Uzumaki Naruto clunked back down in his seat with a decidedly sulky expression. But not for long. "I demand a rematch and this time I'll beat you!"
There was another clunk as Nara Shikamaru's head met the table. Hard. Maybe if he knocked himself out he could avoid the sixty-eighth rematch.
"Shikamaru?"
Blonds were simply too troublesome.