Again, I sadly do not own anything.
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He thought he was better than me.
Well I'd show him.
I'd be so much better that I'd leave him behind in the dust.
Leave him crying for his baka mother.
I was better than that.
Would I be so evil as to do these evil things I contemplated?
Go so far as to do this?
Yes.
I wanted to be better than him.
So badly that it hurt.
He annoyed me.
I loathed him for annoying me.
More than my do everything better than me better than me sister.
And that was a lot of loathe.
I could do better than loathing.
I was beyond loathe. Something not quite reachable, yet somehow I'd attained it.
A level of hate so intense
that nothing else mattered anymore.
I could beat him.
I'd be better than him.
I kept up my grades to spite him.
I did every extracurricular activity available.
I went out with countless top-notch guys.
I pretended to respect him.
While all the while
I plotted his fall.
The day I'd be better than better than me Suichii Minamino.
The day my plan to ruin him moved into action,
someone came to school.
An unusual man.
A short man.
A bandana on his forehead.
Ugly searching red eyes.
I looked better than that.
He went up to the teacher and asked for Kurama.
I'd never heard of him.
I didn't like the name.
I had a better name.
Suichii stood and ushered the short man outside.
I stared after them curiously.
Wondered what they were up to.
I asked to be excused.
I was.
I was better at lying than Suichii.
One goal accomplished.
His entire personality to go.
I watched Suichii talk to the ugly man around the corner.
Snippets of a conversation floated by.
...dreading it..."
"elling her...
...hell no..."
...why not?"
...don't think so."
...better."
...than you?"
"...Yu--"
"Enough, Kurama!"
The ugly man took a swing with his fist at perfect Suichii.
He hit him square in the jaw.
I looked away as Suichii Minamino's perfect face splattered blood.
My face.
Better than his.
Condition wise.
The ugly man continued to talk to 'Kurama.'
Kurama.
Suichii Minamino.
Me.
Kurama. Still better than me.
The ugly man disappeared. Just like that. Gone.
Suichii, or Kurama, loked over at me.
He smiled.
I stared after him as he went back to class.
Just kept staring.
He was a better person.
I clenched my fist.
My plan was still in motion.
Who was the better person here?
Answer.
Suichii.
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A/N: Thank you sooooo much, pices aquarius and Makurayami Ookami for reviewing! I'm in your debt (for reviews, anyway.) Thanks. Keep reviewing, pleeeease!
I'm wondering if anyone is able to guess whose POV this is.
And personally I have nothing against the red-eyed guy. Who I'm assuming is very obvious who he is.