Quick note: I'll usually, or at least try to update this anytime between two weeks to two months, sometimes maybe even a bit before or after said dates. Also, there's no dirty or intimate scenes in any of these, and if I do hint at shonen-ai, it'll probably be minor and just for the humor of it. There may be some OOC in this, though it's often not intended. Aside from that and me sounding like some bitter old lady (which I'm not) I hope you enjoy!

Floor One: Tezuka and Atobe

The elevator door opened with a familiar ding, and Tezuka was frankly quite surprised to find who was waiting behind the open doors. The boy inside the elevator seemed fairly surprised as well, but immediately waved it off and composed himself. Neither said anything to one another. The elevator doors shut.

"Fancy seeing you here, Tezuka," Atobe spoke at last.

"Same to you, Atobe," Tezuka replied coolly. "What business did you have in a hospital like this one?"

"More than you think, Tezuka, more than you think," Atobe replied with a smirk as he turned around to face the boy, back leisurely leaning against the door and his arms crossed in front of him. "And you?"

Tezuka was about to reply when the elevator gave a sudden lurch, sending both of them off balance and crashing into the walls. With a loud screech, the elevator came to a halt, and the lights dimmed until they faded altogether, leaving the two alone and trapped in the dark.

"Atobe, are you alright?" Tezuka said offhandedly out of politeness. The other boy, however, was far from wanting to be polite.

"Oh yes, Tezuka, of course I'm all right," was the sarcastic response. "We're stuck in a pitch black elevator, and your calmly sitting cross-legged on my stomach asking me if I'm alright!"

It was after those words that the backup generator decided to kick in, and Tezuka blinked as he realized he indeed was calmly sitting cross-legged on top of the narcissus' stomach. With an apologetic grunt, the boy quickly got off as he extended a hand to Atobe. The Hyoutei captain just scoffed as he slapped it away and picked himself up without any further assistance.

"I don't need your help, Tezuka," he said bitterly. Tezuka just shrugged and waved it off, knowing that this kind of behavior was normal for Atobe.

So in the uncomfortable silence, the two waited.

And waited…

And waited…

And waited…

And-

"It's not moving."

Both boys turned to each other as they realized that they had said the same exact thing at the same exact time, which will forever go down in the history of the two as one of their few golden moments where both actually agreed on the same thing. Of course, their simultaneous voicing of this was just the bonus of it. No, the real treat of this was that both of them had went to push the lobby floor button as, you guessed it, the same time.

"Tezuka," Atobe said in a dark manner.

"Atobe," Tezuka returned in the same way.

And once again, both were enveloped in a pregnant silence, which the two of them more than appreciated.

… That is until both (simultaneously) realized that the elevator was still not moving, and possibly not planning to anywhere soon as well.

Meanwhile, on the outside…

"Hyoutei!"

"Seigaku!"

"What are you guys doing here!"

It seems that Tezuka and Atobe weren't the only ones having golden moments that day. In fact, the entire Hyoutei and Seigaku teams seemed to be, in fact, quite in sync with each other as well.

"Well, we don't have to tell you!" Momoshiro said while Gakuto said the same thing as well.

Glare.

Glare.

Glare.

Oh yes, very golden moment indeed.

And while Seigaku and Hyoutei indulged themselves in a highly intense glaring contest, (because staring contests were just so last year) Tezuka was trying to cope with an muddled Atobe. For the past hour and thirty minutes, (where were those stupid mechanics when you needed them?) the boy had confined himself in a corner, seemingly dealing with a headache, or so it seemed anyhow.

"Atobe, are you alright?" Tezuka asked for the second time that evening. The silver/brunette could only meekly shake his head as his hands clutched his forehead in frustration, or was it just pain?

"I'm fine," the boy snapped, though by the agitated hisses and soft curses he produced, Tezuka could have testified otherwise.

"Did you hit your head?" Tezuka asked bluntly.

"I'm fine!" Atobe insisted, though slight trembling spoke otherwise.

Tezuka could only sigh as he watched the other slowly slip into unconsciousness. (Not that he was aware of it of course. Nope, too busy staring at the wall behind him to care. …No, honestly.)

"Ha! I win!" Momoshiro jeered as he watched the persistent Gakuto blink and then draw back in irritation.

"Best of seven!"

"You're on!"

The others could only shake their heads at the two's childishness. While Momoshiro and Gakuto were having their attention conquered by their silly little glaring contest, the other more mature members of the teams were having a serious discussion about why they were actually there.

"Um, have any of you guys seen our captain?" Ohtori asked respectfully.

Seigaku blinked.

"You mean your captain's missing too?" Oishi asked, surprised.

"Atobe came here because he was having troubles with insomnia," Jirou blurted out before his teammates could stop him. (Atobe was going to kill them if anyone else found that the 'almighty ore-sama' was having sleeping problem.) He then yawned. "Though I don't know how anyone could have any trouble sleeping… zzzzzz…"

"Tezuka came here for his regular checkup," Fuji mused. "But he should've returned home a long time ago. Oishi got a call from his parents."

"So was Atobe, coming here I mean. We were all suppose to be attending some play thing, not that I mind missing it," Shishido said smugly, which earned him an upset look from Ohtori and a scoff from Oshitari, whom both, it seemed, had wanted to see Romeo and Juliet.

"Shishido-san!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, sorry."

"Perhaps the two met somewhere and are currently in peril with one another," Oshitari said with a knowing smirk.

"What are you implying, Yuushi?" Gakuto muttered, never taking his glare off of Momoshiro.

"Well…" Oshitari never finished his sentence as his eyes wandered to the elevators and the glowing button that was currently stuck at the number three.

"Ah, I see," Fuji agreed with a soft giggle. "Should we trouble ourselves to get them down?"

"Perhaps…" Oshitari sighed with a smile. "Or perhaps not…"

"What are you guys talking about?" asked everyone else, who weren't smart enough to get what they were indicating and talking about."

"Tch. Everyone is so mada mada dane." (Incorrect use of grammar here, I know.)

And so it was silently decided by Oshitari and Fuji that they would tell (this time) someone that both of their captains were (presumably) stuck together in said elevator. Of course, Hyoutei had anticipated a long rant from Atobe about not getting there sooner, and Seigaku had anticipated a hundred laps each. However, what they found when the elevator doors finally opened was…

"They're both together… sleeping," Oshitari and Fuji chorused. Yet another golden moment this was.

"What?" Inui exclaimed as he dashed over, pen still poised on notebook, soon followed by everyone else save Momoshiro and Gakuto, who had gone from best of seven to doing best of thirty-seven. "Ah, so they are. Data…. Data…"

And indeed the two were. Atobe was in a corner; head leaning against his knee as his other leg was extended out, a half-foot from where Tezuka had seemingly fallen unconscious leaning against a wall. (Get those bad thoughts out of your minds, people!)

"Aww!" Eiji exclaimed as he let out a laugh. "They look so peaceful together that way."

"You know, I had actually suspected Tezuka to be ordering Atobe laps out of habit of ordering us to do the same whenever we upset him or something ," Fuji admitted.

"Really? Do you now?" Oshitari asked. "I had expected Atobe to have been slapping Tezuka and yelling at him over something only the two of them could possibly be concerned with."

"Our captain doesn't get ordered around," Hiyoshi scowled.

"Our captain doesn't get slapped," Kaidoh hissed.

Those two comments then set off a spitfire of insults between the Hyoutei regulars and the Seigaku ones, save the selected few (whom you should possibly have guessed) who were either trying to break them up, too busy scribbling down notes, buying soda, or simply smiling at the havoc they had caused… or silently conversing by themselves in a corner.

"I know you're awake, Tezuka."

"Same, Atobe." (They've been awakened by the awful din also known as their teammates.)

"You should discipline your team more, Tezuka."

"As to you, Atobe."

"You know, if we hurry, we can still catch half the second act of Romeo and Juliet," Oshitari popped in as he glanced at his nonexistent watch.

Atobe tilted his towards Tezuka. "Care to join us? Or do you want to call your parents first?"

"I think they can handle a few more hours of fretting," Tezuka returned suavely.

"Oh, never thought I'd see the day Tezuka Kunimitsu started turning rebellious," Fuji laughed.

"Let's go then. Let's see how long it'll take these fools before they find out we're gone. Come, Kabaji." Atobe said as he picked himself up as casually walked out the door.

"Usu."

Tezuka could only sigh before he too followed (Not before borrowing Fuji's cell phone and calling his parents first of course because Tezuka was a good boy after all.) along with Oshitari and Fuji, both dragging a reluctant Ryoma to watch the second half of Romeo and Juliet. (To which Oshitari smirked smugly through, to which Fuji smiled hopelessly through, through which Kabaji did nothing through, to which Ryoma drank juice the entire time through, to which Tezuka cringed at the vivid language through, and to which Atobe ended up sleeping through.)

"Mada mada dane…" (Because it just can't end any other way, right?)