Written for Christmas, for perniciousness.

Kakashi was a genius. In fact, he'd been a genius since he was a baby. He'd been a genius far longer than Shikamaru. So, he wondered, why was it that Shikamaru was always outmaneuvering him?

"Your play," Shikamaru said, and Kakashi growled low in his throat. He stared down at the cards in his hands, then threw his hand down on the floor next to the sake jar, cards face up.

"Four nines, and a wild," he said, feeling a flush of pride low on his face. Shikamaru looked up, mouth twisted at the corners in a lazy smile, and Kakashi felt the flush of pride turn to a flush of fear.

"Royal flush," Shikamaru drawled, dropping his cards on top of Kakashi's. Kakashi stared at the cards for a moment, Sharingan spinning madly, then looked back up at the younger man.

"Wha- How?"

Shikamaru shrugged and pulled the cards out of the middle, pushing them into the deck and shuffling. "Yeah yeah, whine whine, Genius-san. Now strip."

This was the last time Kakashi played poker with Shikamaru. Ever.

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