Mitsuru stood at the end of the hall, waiting for his chance. At three am at night, or morning, one could not

afford to be caught scampering around in the halls. Now usually, Mitsuru wouldn't always sneak around in

complete darkness unless a high quality prank was in action. But this, this was a personal mission.



Edging around the corner, he spotted it! In all its glory: the john. Mitsuru gave a little noise in absolute glee

as he made for his prize! Ten feet! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!



He could almost feel the relief!



Five! Four! Three!



Almost there! Almost there!



Two! At the door!



"Hold it!"



Mitsuru froze, his hand on the door, ready to push it open.



"Ikeda Mitsuru! You know better than to be sneaking around halls at this hour, I thought a heard something

back here!"



Mitsuru trudged wearily back to his room with the dorm lady at his heels, he sent her a thousand curses of

painful death while being acutely aware of the pain in his bladder. He was SO close! So very, very close!

Oh well, he could plot his revenge with the mischievious Shinobu, but for now, wailing in pain was in order

for tonights agenda. Life was not fair...