Disclaimer: The people aren't mine. The idea is, though. Still, I'm not
suing if it gets copied. Impersonation is the highest form of flattery.
Warnings: Yaoi. It's YxK and Yx?. Yohji's pretty explicit with some of the things he does to poor KenKen, but nothing to rate this above PG. The rating comes from the fact that the whole thing's yaoi, and I'm not sure how to rate that.
A/N: This is a pretty weird idea, but the other day I was thinking about how Yohji never seems to have any trouble seducing ANYBODY (with the exception of Manx). So I thought, what if he actually DID have trouble for once? And hence the story.
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CHESSGAME: PROLOGUE
It was a quiet Monday afternoon on the street that housed the Koneko. Children weren't out of school yet (Omi included), so the sparkling little flower shop was devoid of fangirls. A few dogs barked out of car windows as their owners sped to and fro. The sound of a distant radio drifted dreamily through the open windows of the various shops and in the door of the Koneko, the music dancing sleepily amongst the flowers. All seemed peaceful and quiet. But in the back room of Koneko no Sumu Ie, two men battled for dominance.
"Checkmate. . . again," Aya smirked. Yohji stared blankly at the chessboard for a few minutes, then banged his head on the table.
"How do you do that?!" he exclaimed. "I mean - four times in a row!" He glared at his redheaded opponent. "Am I missing something here?"
Aya regarded him, his gaze superior. "You've made the same mistake each time."
Yohji gave him a look. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
"You don't understand your opponent."
"Huh?" Yohji asked in credulously. Aya sighed.
"If you had been paying attention, you'd have noticed I have an extremely defensive strategy - it works through careful planning and precise timing. Because you failed to consider your opponent seriously, you adopted a haphazard, aggressive strategy, which I evaded each time. If you don't understand your opponent, see inside his mind and into the depths of his strategy, you can never win. I studied your weaknesses in our first game and exploited them continuously - you rushed in without a second thought. Therefore, you lost."
Yohji gawked at him, partly because Aya NEVER spoke so much and partly because he didn't understand half of what his leader said. Then the playboy shrugged and stood, stretching like a cat. "Ah well. Mind games aren't really my area of specialty anyway." He winked at Aya, who merely snorted.
"I suppose you think you could seduce -anyone-, don't you?"
Yohji thought a moment, then nodded nonchalantly. "Yep, pretty much."
Aya looked nonplussed, but his eyes took on a mischievous gleam. "Hn."
Yohji adopted a hurt expression. "What, you don't believe me? All right then, I'll make you a bet. The next person who walks in that door, I'll seduce within a week."
Aya noticed a figure reaching for the handle and smirked. "Deal," he intoned. Just then, the door burst open and in walked. . .
"Hey guys!" Ken called. "I've got soccer so I'm gonna run, 'kay? Tell Omi thanks for covering my shift!" With that, he was gone.
Yohji watched him go, considering carefully. Then he turned to Aya, a glint in his eye. He gave a soft laugh.
"Easy."
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So the story begins! Yohji must seduce Ken in a week - can he do it? What unexpected challenges will the resident playboy face as he tried to beat Aya at his own game? And how does Omi figure into the whole picture? Well, don't worry - it'll be humorous, at least. R + R please!
Warnings: Yaoi. It's YxK and Yx?. Yohji's pretty explicit with some of the things he does to poor KenKen, but nothing to rate this above PG. The rating comes from the fact that the whole thing's yaoi, and I'm not sure how to rate that.
A/N: This is a pretty weird idea, but the other day I was thinking about how Yohji never seems to have any trouble seducing ANYBODY (with the exception of Manx). So I thought, what if he actually DID have trouble for once? And hence the story.
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CHESSGAME: PROLOGUE
It was a quiet Monday afternoon on the street that housed the Koneko. Children weren't out of school yet (Omi included), so the sparkling little flower shop was devoid of fangirls. A few dogs barked out of car windows as their owners sped to and fro. The sound of a distant radio drifted dreamily through the open windows of the various shops and in the door of the Koneko, the music dancing sleepily amongst the flowers. All seemed peaceful and quiet. But in the back room of Koneko no Sumu Ie, two men battled for dominance.
"Checkmate. . . again," Aya smirked. Yohji stared blankly at the chessboard for a few minutes, then banged his head on the table.
"How do you do that?!" he exclaimed. "I mean - four times in a row!" He glared at his redheaded opponent. "Am I missing something here?"
Aya regarded him, his gaze superior. "You've made the same mistake each time."
Yohji gave him a look. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
"You don't understand your opponent."
"Huh?" Yohji asked in credulously. Aya sighed.
"If you had been paying attention, you'd have noticed I have an extremely defensive strategy - it works through careful planning and precise timing. Because you failed to consider your opponent seriously, you adopted a haphazard, aggressive strategy, which I evaded each time. If you don't understand your opponent, see inside his mind and into the depths of his strategy, you can never win. I studied your weaknesses in our first game and exploited them continuously - you rushed in without a second thought. Therefore, you lost."
Yohji gawked at him, partly because Aya NEVER spoke so much and partly because he didn't understand half of what his leader said. Then the playboy shrugged and stood, stretching like a cat. "Ah well. Mind games aren't really my area of specialty anyway." He winked at Aya, who merely snorted.
"I suppose you think you could seduce -anyone-, don't you?"
Yohji thought a moment, then nodded nonchalantly. "Yep, pretty much."
Aya looked nonplussed, but his eyes took on a mischievous gleam. "Hn."
Yohji adopted a hurt expression. "What, you don't believe me? All right then, I'll make you a bet. The next person who walks in that door, I'll seduce within a week."
Aya noticed a figure reaching for the handle and smirked. "Deal," he intoned. Just then, the door burst open and in walked. . .
"Hey guys!" Ken called. "I've got soccer so I'm gonna run, 'kay? Tell Omi thanks for covering my shift!" With that, he was gone.
Yohji watched him go, considering carefully. Then he turned to Aya, a glint in his eye. He gave a soft laugh.
"Easy."
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So the story begins! Yohji must seduce Ken in a week - can he do it? What unexpected challenges will the resident playboy face as he tried to beat Aya at his own game? And how does Omi figure into the whole picture? Well, don't worry - it'll be humorous, at least. R + R please!