"Fighting games?" Keith asked. He held off on castling for now, waiting until it seemed necessary. It was important to keep avenues open. To not back oneself into a cage. At least, in the game.

He studied Bakura's pieces. He wondered if perhaps it was such a good idea after all to allow Matsuka to associate with the boy. Then again, he had far less of a choice than he did back home. He was playing by different rules here. He knew the way he treated Matsuka was cruel and manipulative and wrong; back home, no one would notice, and if they did, they wouldn't call him on it. Here was a different story.

As he thought of Matsuka, Keith found himself moving a particular pawn closer to the heels of the queen. A moment too late, he realized he had no particular reason for doing so, save that it seemed right for the pawn to be at the queen's side.

The tiniest of frowns flickered across his face.