Coincidental

Author’s note: I have no idea what to say right now so I’ll just have to settle with…YOUR FACE!!! Ahaha! I got a review for my horrible Elfquest note!!! *Dances to “Celtic dawn”* (Seven minutes later) same as always!!!


Disclaimer: *Sighs dramatically* Weeellll, if I must! I do not own Gundam Seed… (As if that wasn’t obvious) I do own the characters that are not seen in Gundam seed. Except for Kailo and Shawn….they are adaptations of people in my school class.

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He grinned broadly at the sight of Nicol’s blush and mortified expression.
//Liked that huh? Well, the fun has just begun!//
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A rap sounded at the door to Nicol’s dorm room. The pale-haired boy ignored it and pulled his bed sheets tighter around himself.

“Nicol! We know that you’re in there…please, will you open up?”

“No! Go back to class, thank you.” The boy replied.

Dearka, Athrun, Kira and Yzak all sighed simultaneously.
“Please come out? We’ve got gym class together today! We can talk…”

“There isn’t much to talk about. You saw the pictures I’m assuming?”

Kira stepped in. “Yeah, we did. It doesn’t matter. We all know that it isn’t true! Please, Nicol. We’ll catch that jerk somehow…”

“He’s going to be in gym class with us isn’t he?” Nicol called out through his door, an edgy undertone was poorly masked in his voice.

“Yes, he will be. Don’t worry. We won’t let the creep do anything!” Dearka called back.

Nicol frowned and buried his face in a pillow. He had been doing so for the past 20 minutes. No matter how much he rubbed it, his face seemed determined to sustain the blush and Nicol could feel that unpleasant heat gnawing at his cheeks. He was reluctant to leave his room.
//The door was unlocked the entire time; they could have come in here whenever they wanted…I still can’t find my key. Blake must have it.// Nicol sighed.
//I might as well go out with them. Maybe the endorphins released by gym exercise will make me feel better…//
Nicol crawled out of bed, stumbling over his bed sheets as they wrapped around his ankles. The boy managed to escape from the death hold of his sheets.
//One feat accomplished. Ten thousand million more to go…//
He trudged across the immaculate floor (such contrast to the bed!) and yanked open his door with a creak. His face met the worried ones of his four friends.

“Hey, guys!” Nicol smiled brightly, feeling as though his face would snap from the force of it.

Dearka raised an eyebrow. “Huh. You look flushed…”

Nicol placed his hands on his hips and Kira gave Dearka a patronizing look.

“What!?” The blonde sighed. “I seem to get that a lot.”

Yzak smirked. “I wonder why...” Dearka mock glared at him. “Well, we should get back to class before Mr. Hallowell decides to tie us to roasting spits and use us as hurtles.”

The five boys wandered out the double oak doors into bright sunlight. Nicol cringed.

Yzak smiled jokingly. “Does the light burn, Nicol?”

Nicol scratched his head sheepishly.
Kira halted and the other four came to a stop. They gazed beyond the manicured trees that formed a sort of gate around the badminton court. Nicol could here the chatter of his classmates as they shouted either profanity or encouragement to their team-mates.

Kira sighed deeply as he turned to face Nicol. “You ready?” He asked his boyfriend gently.

“Yeah.” Nicol replied with a “don’t worry about me” smile.

Kira nodded and the boys stepped through the trees and onto the court. As soon as the teacher saw the four boys accompanied by Nicol, he grinned. He knew they could coax Nicol out.

Nicol walked tentatively over to where his teacher proudly stood.
“Sorry that I’m late, sir.”

“It’s alright Nicol, just don’t do it again. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, we’ve started our badminton unit. Just take a seat on the bench for now, with the others who aren’t on and I’ll fit you in against someone else for a singles match in a bit.”

Nicol nodded. He could handle this. After all, no one seemed to have noticed he was there anyways.
The boy gazed down the bench he sat at to see who else was on the bench with him.
A group of five boys that he didn’t know very well who were probably from the sparrow class, sat next to Nicol, goofing around and pushing each other off the bench.
A little further down Nicol could see Kailo and his group of friends; Shane, Ashton, Sadyin, and Hanar. They of course, were talking amongst themselves like some sort of secret cult.
The amber-eyed boy smiled warmly. His classmates were all so predictable.
He looked down again, this time at the end of the bench, and his stomach twisted in anxiety. At the end of the bench there sat one boy. Blake. His light hair was matted to his forehead by way of perspiration and he had his arms propped up behind his head.

Nicol flushed and looked away but it was already too late. Blake caught his gaze and held it there for a moment before smirking in the most wicked of ways and turning back around to face the court.
Nicol felt nauseous and he knew what had brought on the wave of sickness.
The boy swallowed.
//Why is he picking on me? Because I wouldn’t let him get to me? Or is it something else as well…//
It was the sound of Mr. Hallowell’s voice that jarred Nicol out of his silent reverie.
The boy looked up to see his teacher standing over him with a patronizing look and arms crossed over his chest plaintively.

Nicol smiled in a polite manner and spoke to his perturbed teacher gently, “Yes, sir? You were saying?”

Hallowell raised one eye in a way that said, “We are not amused.” And then repeated what he had said for his spacey student.

“I said that I’m placing you on the court now. You will be facing against Blake in a singles match.”

Nicol fought to keep his left eye from twitching. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “Alright, sir.”
//I’m sure he doesn’t realize…Mr. Hallowell is a nice person generally.//

Nicol turned to face the court and his gaze was snagged by that of Blake’s. The other boy’s eyes flashed eagerly but he said nothing as they took their posts opposite each other on either side of the net.

Nicol gazed at the net apprehensively. He wasn’t used to playing many sports. Back at home he used to swim and work-out, but those things were done solitaire and now he was facing an opponent that he knew wouldn’t suppress his ability to prevent Nicol’s humiliation.

Blake glanced up at Nicol and mouthed two small words, “You’re mine.”
Nicol blinked twice. Blake licked his lips at the other boy suggestively causing Nicol to redden and stare down at his racket.
Blake sneered, realizing just how much he could demean the other boy with only a few choice words or actions.

Nicol gripped his racket tightly, he refused to let Blake’s lewd comments and taunting psyche him out.
//I must win this. If only to put Blake in his place for a small amount of time.//

Blake placed one hand on his hip. “Are you ready yet? Or are you just going to stand there blushing all day?”

Nicol gazed straight into Blake’s eyes. “Of course I’m ready.” He replied.

The boys now seated upon the bench, included Kira and Athrun. The two glanced at each other knowingly, one thought shared between them both. //Blake is going down.//

Nicol’s normally gentle and warm disposition had been long replaced with one of steely resolve. He was determined to win. If it meant killing Blake and winning by default, so be it. All the better really.

Blake just sighed and rolled his eyes. “You can dream, Sweetheart. This should be easy for me. I’ll serve first because you probably don’t know how to.”

Nicol just stared back. An emotionless focus plastered across his features.
Blake raised his racket above his head as he threw the birdie in the air and smacked it dead against the mesh of the racket. He sent the birdie shooting over the net straight at Nicol, who swished his racket with ease and sent the birdie soaring back over the net with an airy flight pattern.
Blake countered and spiked the birdie towards Nicol who took a calm step to the side and let the birdie land out of the boundary lines.

Mr. Hallowell blew the whistle. “That’s one for Nicol!”

The game went about in a similar fashion but Nicol could tell he was wearing Blake out. The blonde had sheen of fine sweat across his forehead.

Blake frowned. //Why is he holding up so well? Most of these points have been by default or some mistake of mine…but Kitten is still winning!//


Nicol’s face was still impassive. He betrayed no emotion whatsoever. He just kept countering Blake’s moves with ones of his own. His style was that of stamina and watchfulness. Nicol took opportunities by examining carefully and using inaudible movements. It wasn’t a fancy way of doing things, but it was working well.


Blake glared at his opponent. //Damn it! No way can I lose to my prey...not in anything! Well, alright then. Kitten, your in for it.//
Blake grinned darkly. “Hey Kitten, how’d you like the pictures?”


Nicol felt his heart and stomach twist dreadfully but he kept his face clear of emotion and just hit the birdie back once again, opting to ignore Blake.
The blonde refused to be ignored.

“I especially liked the ones with the riding crop and skirt; they really complemented your legs and crotch…”

Nicol breathed in, forcing himself to keep focus and blockade what was being said to him.

“Don’t you just move modern technology? I mean…the great things you can do with a computer and a photograph…”

Nicol’s head snapped up. //So that’s how he did it! He digitally altered photos of me, using a computer! But…the one with me in the shower…that one was real. How in the world did he get that one?//


Blake smirked. “You looked pretty sweet all tied up…reminds me of something actually…how about you?”

Nicol blanched but his eyes remained on the game, his thoughts a turmoil.

Blake spoke again. “Hey Kitten? The picture that I’m sure you realize was not altered? Well, I saw a lot more than what was above the waist.”

Blake winked just as Mr. Hallowell’s whistle blew.

Nicol felt the racket slip from his grasp and heard it land on the court turf with what seemed like a deafening thud. He barely registered that Mr. Hallowell had ended the game and dismissed the class before running away from the courts as fast as is humanly possible.

Nicol didn’t bother changing; he just ran into the school and flew up the stone steps to his dorm room. He hoped his friends hadn’t noticed him leave so he’d have some time to let the tears fall. The long held tears that needed that one last statement to have the dam that held them snap, allowing them to pour down Nicol’s cheeks in a flood of emotion. Wave after wave of pure emotion.

Nicol’s shoulder’s shook and he grasped his pillow as a life line. He couldn’t tell how long he laid there on his bed, just letting everything stream out of him. The creak of his door opening was what alerted him to the outside world and as soon as Nicol looked up he swore the time froze for one moment and he wanted to curl up and die rather than face who now stalked towards him.


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*Sighs* I have updated. I am quite pleased with this chapter for it is longer than the previous one and I think it really stays true to Nicol’s character.
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