He toyed with the chess piece, rolling it between his gloved fingers. He stared pensively at nothing in particular. The king. Wise, noble, ready. He sighed.
Nothing ever turned out right.
He placed the piece back on the chess board. It stood taller than all the other pieces. It hung on the edge of the board, almost off of it. He slid a finger over the back row: rook, knight, bishop, queen, king, bishop, knight, rook. One of the knights caught his eye. The chess set had been thrown together of miscellaneous pieces from other sets. The differences among the pieces was far more obvious within the white lines. As a result, some pieces were whiter than others. His finger rested momentarily on the knight who was more gray than white.
This was a game of thought and skill. One had to keep focused or their chances for victory could slim in one short turn.
"Are you going to do anything?" An irritated voice broke through his thoughts. A pair of lonely eyes were masked by a false smile. She hadn't snapped. She hadn't said anything. She'd really lost her fire. He hadn't really noticed; caught in a flurry of papers, plans and searching. This was his first chance to come home in a long time. Her annoyance at his distant air was understandable; to be expected.
"Oh...yes..." His finger rested on a pawn, ready to make his move. The game continued from there. His motions were thoughtless, haphazard. He was thinking too much of the game, no, too little. He was trying his hardest to keep the pieces safe. The black pieces advanced. He had to be careful.
"No...." He was surprised that the whiter knight was one of the first to fall. He should have put more thought into Sora's, no, the knight's, position. He hadn't. Such a pity...
Real plans surged through his mind. He was lost. A simple game of chess had drawn his mind back to business. His mind vaguely registered the game. The black forces advanced; the King's companions fell, but he did...nothing. Nothing at all. He just pushed them toward their fates.
"Checkmate." The King was the last to fall.
A/N: I can't believe how...vague this is....It's Mickey, lol. No poem this time...Unless I think of one later, but hey, nobody's reading this anyway, right?