Coincidental

I have updated!!! Whahaha!!! Well, I’ve been moving at a slow pace…mainly because I’ve been just going along with what happens…I never really start something with a strict plan in mind…I find that things turn out better if you improvise…as long as you still have a relevant idea of what you’re doing…
Now…REVIEW!!! Any ideas? Comments…questions? Murder threats…? I’ll even take murder threats you know!!!

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Author’s note: It has taken me an unusually extensive amount of time to update this fic!!! I apologize profusely for it. I have had to do a report for my Humanities class…*Cries* It was on piranhas…they eat their own babies…*Twitches* Ah, well….thank-you all for the reviews and for your patience!!!

Warnings: All the same as before!!! Yaoi, Shonen-ai, explicit scenes…odd pairing…same old.

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars….I mean, Gundam Seed…that’s the one…

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The dawn arrived with a shattering resolve, oozing through each window pane into every dorm, bypassing none and showing no mercy. Kira was no exception of course.

//It’s days like these when I feel like hissing and curling up under the covers for the rest of the day.//

Today he’d have to face Blake. No problem.

Kira wasn’t afraid of the jerk, but he really was too tired after last night’s episode of staying up late to sneak into the garden…

//It was all worth it though.// the brunette thought with a smile.

//Soon we’ll have answers to our questions…this really is turning out to be an adventure for us…//

Kira shut his eyes gently before glancing at his clock to see if he was late or not.
//I have time for a quick, wake me up-shower.//

So the boy slugged out of bed and into the small bathroom attached to his dorm.

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Nicol rubbed the sleep from his eyes, adding a yawn to top it all off. He set down his book and leaned against the window frame, opting to stare outside at the gym courts.

His eyes followed the ant-like people on the grounds that were scurrying about in their morning activities.

//I should really be in the library or somewhere studying…//

And he should have been. Nicol had a final exam for the topics he had been taking in science, another exam in Music class and Talent Show auditions.

//Well, the auditions aren’t really starting until next week.//

Kira and Nicol had been discussing what they were going to do and they had the choices minimized down to three; a spoof skit on Shakespeare’s classic “Macbeth”, a dance routine, or Singing a duet.

Nicol smiled in a concealing manner.
// Last night was amazing. I never thought I’d ever have anything exciting happen to me again…but this year has toppled that notion…and I’m glad that I’m sharing this adventure with Kira.//

Nicol sighed contentedly and rested his head against the window frame once again, allowing the sun filtering through the glass, to warm him in a soothingly thorough manner. His left hand found the little key nestled safely in the pocket of his slacks. He twirled the key around and around gently, dreaming of what would lay in the future for Kira and himself.

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Kira towelled his wet mop of brunette hair dry, gazing into the small, misted over mirror that hung decoratively over the sink. He stared into tired but satisfied looking indigo eyes.

//I have Performing arts as my first class today…that’s not so bad.//

Kira bent down to pick up his slacks, slipping them over his underwear and clasping them at the top. He slid his shirt on, not bothering to undo the buttons and dress meticulously.

//I’m too happy to worry about the little things today.//

Once he was finished getting ready, Kira practically danced out of the bathroom and out of his dorm room, blessing Azure, Cerulynn, and of course, Nicol, for his good mood.

//Not even Blake is going to be able to shatter me.//

The boy locked the door behind him and scurried down the stairway with haste, intent upon making it to class less than ten minutes late.

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The janitor tip-toed across the gymnasium floor, // Why did I have to get a job at an all-boy’s school? Why couldn’t it have been an all-girls school!?//

Only did his grieving end when he discovered that he had in fact reached the curtain that shielded the ladder from view. The ladder that led up to the attic. The attic that he had to clean.

In a moment of spite, the janitor decided it was necessary to impersonate the one who had in fact, assigned him this tedious assignment.

“Bosen, clean the attic for me? Won’t you Bosen? Come on Bosen, you know you have to clean the attic…blahdey blahdey mc-blah…”


Muttering obscenities to himself was making the Janitor feel quite a bit better and so he continued said mutterings as he stepped up the first rungs and up the rest until he had reached the small circular door at the very top.
Reaching with apparent vigour, the Janitor yanked the small latch and in turn, said latch aided him in entering the attic.


The attic was a series of doors and circular rooms, all connected by narrow hallways adorned with torches and cobwebs of course.

The Janitor shuddered as he thought about his nemesis, the cobwebs. Always just sitting there.

//Honestly, they could at least make some sort of conversational effort!!!//

Cobwebs could be so infuriating.

//But I’ll have the last laugh!//

And so, to prove his point, the janitor whipped out his handy little feather duster and daintily swept up the little hoodlums (who seemed to be everywhere and in all forms these days).

Humming a nifty little tune he had picked up from one of those new-fangled programs on TV, the Janitor swept.

//What was that song called? Ah, yes…Invoke.//

In an attempt to distract himself from that glorious piece of music he now had firmly stuck in his head, the Janitor decided to go into the music room.

The music room had been secretly placed in the attic for reasons that were unbeknownst to the Janitor. All he knew about the place was that it contained a rather old Piano style organ that had been in the school since the time it was opened.

“It’s probably filthy!!!” The Janitor thought with immense distress.

And so, the janitor skipped down the hallway past all those darned cobwebs and stood at the entrance to the music room.
He tentatively reached for the old-fashioned, not to mention dusty handle, the metal radiated an intriguing sort of warmth. The Janitor gave a little push of encouragement to the door.

//Come on little one, come on…// The Janitor frowned in even more immense distress as he found that the door would not open.

//Well. How do you like that? Dirty and lacking lubrication. Someone really should come up here more often.//

And so, being the well-equipped man that he was, The Janitor reached into his front pocket and pulled out what he deemed, “Worship worthy”.

With sparkles twinkling in his eyes, the Janitor squirted the black oil onto his index and middle digits, scissoring them apart and together to admire the oozy slickness.
Then, without hesitance, the Janitor poured a generous amount across the door’s hinges, thrusting his fingers up and down and across them.


Once the deed was finished, the Janitor stood up to test his magnificent work.

Anticipation gleamed in the Janitor’s eyes as he prepared to twist the handle once again, his face fell though, as soon as he pushed.

//Nothing.//

He pushed again.

//Not even a budge!!!//

Another push.

//Now this is just so disheartening!!! Why me?!//

The janitor wailed a cry of distress as he found that the door would not open despite his lubricant and pushing efforts.

The janitor sighed, about to resign and continue cleaning the rest of the attic when he heard a sound emitting itself from the other side of the door. The Janitor pressed his head against the frame in an effort to hear.

//Voices? There had better not be any little hoodlums in there!!!//

The Janitor knocked with a spark of newly illuminated determination. It was the spark that spoke of…

//Hoodlums.//

He heard nothing. Not a single reply, but the sound he had heard was no longer present. The Janitor lifted a fist to knock again but he froze in his place for a glow had begun to seep through the corners of the door and through the frame. The glow was bright and it threatened to erupt from the door at the rate it was growing.
Fear of being consumed by this obviously demonic aura, the Janitor proceeded to race back down the hall, practically leaping down the ladder as he went.

If he had stayed, the Janitor would have witnessed the light fade out, and a pile of emerald green feathers flutter down to rest at the foot of the door.


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I apologize ever so sincerely for my lack of updating lately…I have been bogged over by all my exams…an evil piranha that wants to rip my crotch off, and an army of over-zealous teenagers. Please forgive me…*offers peanut butter cookie*