AN: Alright, if you haven't seen much YuYu after the Dark Tournament, you might want to turn back now, for the sake of your sanity. I've gone out of my way to avoid using the characters' real names in here.

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH or any related characters. The most I have is three DVDs, a wall calender, and vol. 3 of the manga.


Test scores…

By all means, he should have been proud of the grade he got on the test. Most parents would kill to have such an intelligent son. Many of his classmates often told him that they envied his grades.

But still, it was not the best. He could never be fully satisfied until he saw that magic number.

100

He longed to see that number, with his name beside it on the display board. He wished that for once, he would get all of the special attention from teachers and girls.

But he was constantly taunted. One name always sat right above his.

While everybody looked at their scores, he stared through the sea of white and fuchsia. He spotted the modest redhead, with his admirers swarming around him. Teachers shook his hand. Girls asked him out.

He didn't get what went wrong. He knew every answer. His pen had glided effortlessly across the paper as he as he answered every question. With forty minutes to complete the test, he had more than enough time. He had stopped at every question, thought it over, and answered accordingly.

He had finished just as his red haired rival finished. Both placed their tests at the front desk. Nobody else bothered to look up from their work. The two class geniuses were always the first to finish.

Glasses slid down his nose as he scowled a little, staring at the score. That atrocious score taunted him. It was worthless, disgusting thing to him, symbolizing everything that would forever be just beyond his reach.

His classmates, the ones that did not crowd around the redhead, stared at the other genius. Outwardly, they told him good job, and that they would kill to have grades like his. Inwardly, they wondered how somebody so smart could still be dissatisfied with the grade that he got.

But that was the point. He was smart. He should have been able to score 100 on the test. Instead, he stood alone, glaring death at a little number on an announcement board.

With one last look at the redhead, he left in a huff. Nobody noticed him as he walked right past his red haired rival. No admiration for him. No attention.

In this cutthroat world, there's never a prize for second place…


AN: Review, flame, I don't care. Do what you will (Except steal it of course. Then I'll be mad...)