First/only fic that'll ever be by me
The whole story is actually in one day so not to confuse anyone after it stops.
Disclaimer: I dont own any character, I wish I did though. I do own the story line.
"That bastard," he repeated in a murderous tone, stomping down the hallway.
Again he was defeated by his adversary, Athrun Zala. With those midterm's marks he received, he was sure to have beaten his long term rival without a doubt. The only problem was his marks weren't equal or above Zala's.
"That bastard," he said again, "He did it again."
From his first encounter, no, first sight of that raven-haired teen, an overwhelming pressure had flowed through his veins. He felt an urge, an impulse to triumph over, to crush this individual.
And he could still remember that innocent smile Zala gave him. It made him pop a blood vessel.
Throughout two years, he'd tried to be the greater and greatest achiever; he'd only taken second-best and second place. Never had he won, rose above or was even equal to Zala at anything. From an academic course, to an athletic soccer match, his skills weren't good enough. He couldn't even win at chess, his game. How ever hard he'd worked, after every attempt, every game, every intimidating remark he'd thrown at that first-placed jinx, there was no stopping his own second-streak.
But he'd never admit defeat, no, no, no; he would never forfeit his pride or dignity to that-damned-inferior-green-eyed-bastard or anyone for that matter.
With all the mental power he could gather, Yzak calmly entered his planning room, took a seat at a random table, and tried to keep his clenched fist from rising and slamming onto the table. This he could do, yet the scowl on his face could not be suppressed by a few deep breathes.
"What's the matter Yzak," a familiar feminine said, placing her books on the table across from him, "Beaten again?"
Her words apparently sounded like a statement rather than a question.
Raising his head, he eyed her in annoyance through his bangs gritting his teeth; certain she had faked the concern in her voice.
"This has nothing to do with you!" he shouted rising abruptly slamming both hands onto the table.
He should have known she would be the one to set off his mildly controlled state.
"Jule, can you be any quieter?" she inquired, rolling her eyes, unfazed by his sudden outburst.
"Of course I can!" he barked, "WHEN YOU'RE IN HELL!"
Yzak glared sternly at her through his narrowed eyes, clearly unwelcoming her presence.
Her eyes widened starring at his frowning face.
"FINE THEN!" she shouted, seizing her books off the table. "I'll leave you and your enormous ego alone." she exclaimed, emphasizing her words, turning on her heal. Her hair swung over to her left, and she turned her head in his direction, "Have you ever thought your competing was always one-sided?" she said throwing him one last statement, "What else can't you realize."
Yzak thrust himself in his chair, and crossed his arms. If looks could kill, he'd have murdered her more than once and then over again and again.
"Hey Yzak!"
He took his eyes off the departed female, and darted them to the caller, answering with an angry grunt.
"So," his blond friend said, taking a seat in front of him, "why the temper today?"
Without answering Yzak threw a death glare at him that could freeze an army of elite soldiers on the spot, but knowing his best friend, it'd take more than an upside-down smile to stop his open mouth.
"Well...have you heard the great news!?" he asked.
Thats it for now this also isnt really a long story I dont think.
Review please? You can flame if you want, flame in 36 flavours if you can, because this will be the only fic I may possibly write.
(i'll answer questions if anyone, anyone has any-probably when theres confusion...)
Anyway, ... Flame.If.You.Can. XP
