Coincidental

Authors note: AHAHA! I have succeeded in something…and that is…I am not sure. Or am I? I don’t know…repeat the question!? Okay….uh…I have updated!!! That I have!!! *Kenshin moment* I must try to update more often as I have been told and I shall try to do so!!! Yes I shall!!!


Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed….that I do not…but I do own…Azure and Cerulynn and Blake.


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Blake twirled a key around in his fingers. He flipped it in midair and caught it.
“Your mine, little Kitten.”
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Nicol practically flew down the spiralling staircase that led to the rest of the school. //I had better not be late. What class do I have at this time anyways?// Nicol swung his satchel off of his left shoulder whist running and attempted to open it and check the schedule that lay haphazardly on top of the rest of his books.
//And I used to be so organized too.// the boy thought with a grimace. //Tonight I shall sort through all of my work and I won’t be so rushed the next morning.//
Nicol sighed as he gazed at the schedule and discovered that the room he was supposed to be in was the science lab. //Mr. Brixen. Notorious for letting his students get away with most anything except being late to class.//
“Oh!” Nicol cried out as he collided with a student who had just stepped out from behind the corner of the hallway that led to the science lab.
The student moaned and rubbed his temples.
“I’m terribly sorry! Let me help you!” Nicol amended as he bent over to grasp the hand of the boy he had knocked over. The boy looked up and his eyes met Nicol’s. Nicol gasped and blushed as he realized that he had just bulldozed into Shawn.
He stuttered, “Uh, s-sorry about that…” and pulled Shawn up into a standing position. He was about to explain when Shawn interrupted him.
“Nicol! Thank goodness I found you!” Shawn eyes reflected something strange that Nicol couldn’t place. Was it worry? Or worse perhaps…

“Shawn...you were looking for me? Did Mr. Brixen send you to?” Nicol asked although he already knew the answer.
“No, he didn’t send me. I had to find you myself…before anyone other than one of your friends did. It seems as though I have.”

Okay, disregard that. Nicol had no indication whatsoever that the answer was going to be along those lines.
The boy was beginning to feel a strong sense of worry slither throughout his entire entity like a liquefied worm.

“Shawn. What is going on?” Nicol asked, with a curious kind of dread.
The other boy glanced at his feet and took a deep breath. “Come into the lab with me, but try to keep a low profile in there. Don’t even bother trying to evade people’s comments. Maybe I can show you what’s going on without anyone noticing you.”

A few sentences that made Nicol feel sick. //Why do I have this feeling that I’m going to want to lock myself in my dorm for the rest of eternity after Shawn shows me this?//

Nicol nodded his head at Shaw as indication of acceptance. “Alright, show me.”
The troubled boy followed his comrade into the lab, each stepping through the door as if they were walking onto a battlefield with neon targets painted on them.

Nicol swallowed as he gazed around the large, immaculately square room. At first he didn’t notice anything amiss, and then he realized there were no students at the work-benches. Every single boy was crowded at the back of the room, against a long wall that had apparently become fascinating enough to attract their attention.
Shawn turned to Nicol. “Here goes.” He smiled weakly and beckoned for Nicol to follow him towards the gaggle of students whose whistles and shouts had finally registered in the other boy’s mind.
As soon as they reached the crowd, Shawn gulped. “Okay, your answer is tacked up all over the wall.”

Nicol peered over the heads of the other boys. What he saw made his entire face burn with a fierce humiliation. Posted along the entire expanse of the wall were photographs. Photographs of Nicol. There was a blown up picture of him in the shower with his head tossed back and his eyes closed, water streaming down his body which, thankfully, wasn’t shown from the waist down.
Another picture featured Nicol tied to the polls of a four-poster bed. He was completely naked except for a small black sheet which was strategically draped across his pelvic vicinity.
The last two pictures were certifiably insulting as they both depicted Nicol wearing a ridiculously short skirt and a thin strip of bondage leather across his torso, riding crop clutched in his left hand.

Nicol raised a hand to his mouth and backed away from the mob of boys. He had almost made it to the door when he was discovered.

“Hey! It’s the porn star!” A boy whose name was Kailo shouted out to the rest of Nicol’s classmates who in turn spun around to face the distraught boy.

Nicol had blushed about seven different shades of rouge before he continued his getaway. He ducked out of the door, trying to block out all the comments. Comments that he was sure he’d have nightmares about that night.
The boy sped down the long hallway that led to his dorm room. He knew that he couldn’t stay in there for too long because he had Humanities class next and the teacher for that particular subject noticed everything, but he was willing to spend the rest of science class locked within the confines of his bed covers.

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Blake had sat at a workbench in the science lab, just watching the events unfold. 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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