A/N: I am heading to homecoming in like a half hour, so...this is probably going to be real short.
Notes:
Sammy-chan: SAMMY! WHERE'S MY JAWBREAKERS? -glomp-
Kay: Hm...hm...no it is definitely not Shizuru. And it is definitely not me. Though the me loathing Kurama would be correct. I'm not too much of a Kurama fan. He looks too girly.
Girl from the Ashes: No, actually, it is not an OC. It is an established character from YYH, though no one will ever be able to guess who she is. Oh yes and thanks for the spelling corrections.
On with the poemy...thing.
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Damn better than better than me Shuichii Minanino.
Kurama.
I hated him so much.
Hated him in the day.
Hated him in my sleep.
Hated him and everything about him.
His smile.
His hideous red hair.
How would I ever be better than him?
I followed him home one day.
A strange part of my hatred, but I did it anyway.
Tried hard not to get caught.
He noticed me, knew I was there, but didn't turn to acknowledge me.
Damn him to the seven hells!
I watched him through a window.
Watched him hug his mother.
Watched him eat dinner.
Watched him be perfectly normal.
Normal.
Perfect.
The lines were fuzzy.
He was both
normal
and perfect.
Just better.
Wind blew fiercely against the house and myself.
A pamphlet hit me in the forehead.
I opened it. Read what it said--
Want to be best?
Yes.
Want to be better than everyone else?
Yes.
More than anything?
Damn you, yes!
Then come to...
Shuichii noted me out of the corner of his eye.
Headed for the door.
To acknowledge my presence.
...The Dark Tournament.
I stuffed the pamphlet in my pocket--then sprinted away.
Left Shuichii wondering what exactly was I up to.
Left him being better than me for the last time.
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A/N: Well...I thought it was an OK chapter. I did not get to finish it before homecoming, though--I finished & posted it the next day. Today. Whatever.