Disclaimer: I do not own the anime itself. Hopefully, you'll liked it. This is a little bit off of Haru's personality but I'm trying to make it fit on the story. And I apologize for my amateur writing skills. T.T HUHU. But I remember before my writing skills isn't like this. Maybe because of….. NVM. Let me know if something's wrong. I would gladly check and re-edit this. Having a problem editing this 'coz fanfiction won't allowed me to put double space between paragraphs.


Do you know, that youth is not just simply bright and beautiful. When the shiny outer layer is ripped away, it will be such a chaos that you will want to cover your eyes.

'Caste Game'

'In this stadium, nobody knows who started it, or when it started.'

The silvery haired guy looked at the card that he was holding, no one ever knew if they can be lucky or unlucky. This is just a stupid game that everyone taking it seriously. Scared of being the target. They must still find the cards no matter what it is just not the lowest card that everyone talking about. He never expected to pick up the highest rank. He never expect it. Never. Never.

"King…" He mumbled.

"I am the King," he said, almost like a shout as if he's proclaiming that he's the King.

Yes, he will.

He smiled.

Suddenly, an athletic shoe slammed against the wall beside him, at the same time he heard a sound of grinding.

CRUNCH!

The young boy flinched and surprised by the sudden action at once, he looked up at the guy, scared of what had just happened.

"Sorry, Sorry, I slipped." The other male said, smiling.

The jet- black haired guy looked down at him, and said, "Hey…"

He paused.

Aiichiro stared at the card that the other male holding.

Joker

"That card, wanna trade with me?"