Sasuke picked up a white stone and placed it on the board. His moves were measured and composed, and he understood every twist and turn of the game. He looked completely at ease, lazily propping his head on one hand. His loose shirt slipped off his left shoulder, revealing a broad expanse of snowy white skin and a beautiful collarbone, though he seemed unaware of it. Naruto held a black stone but could not bring himself to place it. His gaze lingered on Sasuke, and he was utterly entranced.
