"Dammit!" Yzak slammed his fist down on the table. This was the fifth time in a row he'd lost a game of checkers to none other than Athrun Zala. Yzak had been the best at everything. He could beat just about anyone at any sport or game. Well, that was until Athrun showed up. Athrun was always the one who was one step above Yzak. Athrun was always better than him, and that's what pissed Yzak off the most. Athrun almost had a certain kind of edge to him that always made him win. Yzak didn't do losing. It wasn't his style, and he was the one who always liked feeling that he was the best.

"Good game Yzak, you're getting better at it too." Athrun smiled.

But there was still that annoyed, angered look upon the other boy's face.

"C'mon Yzak, if you keep practicing, who knows, you might get somewhat closer to beating me one day. Athrun laughed to himself. "Why don't you just admit it? I beat you at absolutely everything. Remember that time I-"

"Shut the hell up!" Yzak snarled. "Ill beat you. One day dammit Ill beat you!" Yzak slammed his fist down on the table once again.

"Ill be waiting for that day," Athrun smirked." Wonder how long it'll take before you beat me? Hmm, maybe in a few hundred Years?" Athrun snickered.

Yzak, unable to control his anger, stormed off to his room. As he flopped down on the bed, Yzak fought the uncontrollable urge to rip his pillow apart. Burying his face into his pillow, Yzak groaned. "Damn him! What the hell does he have that makes him so good at everything?" Yzak mumbled into his pillow. Hearing someone enter the room, Yzak looked up.

"Why the hell are you here Zala?" he growled.

"Just stopping be to make sure you hadn't destroyed anything." The blue haired boy replied, laughing a bit.

Yzak sat up, keeping his glare fixed onto the floor.

"Yzak?" Athrun asked, sitting down beside the annoyed boy. He received no reply. "Yzak?" Athrun asked again, moving so that he was kneeling on the floor, looking up at the other boy.

"What do you want?" Yzak closed his eyes, refusing to look at Athrun. The other boy laughed, leaning up to place a small, quick kiss on Yzak's cheek.

Yzak opened his eyes, feeling his cheeks heat up quickly. There was no doubt that he knew that he was blushing madly. "What the hell was that for!" he yelled, placing his hand over the cheek that Athrun had kissed.

"Your so cute when your frustrated." Athrun chuckled, placing his hand on Yzak's shoulder.

"Get your hand off me…" Yzak muttered, turning away from Athrun, his own cheeks still flaming. "Leave me alone."

"Do you want to play another game of checkers?" Athrun asked, grinning.

"Your on!" Yzak said, "And this time, you're going to be the one who loses!"

"We'll see about that. Oh, and I think I've won more than just those other games of checkers earlier."

"What the hell are you mumbling on about?"

"I might be wrong but clearly I've won the heart of a certain short-tempered, sore-loser." He smiled, walking off, leaving a once again, madly blushing Yzak, standing there.

"H-Hey wait!" Yzak said soon after, chasing Athrun.