By: Silent Lullaby

Gundam Wing does not belong to me. However the story does.

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I have hopefully found a job. I'll find out sometime after July first if I get it. I certainly hope so. I need to start earning money so that I can go to Otakon in Baltimore and have some spending money. There are a few movies and a doujinji or two I would like.

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"Mr. Yuy, I would appreciate it if you did daydream in my class. This is an important lecture, you should be taking notes. It isn't like you to drift off."

If I had been myself I would have nodded and murmured a reply, but then again if I was myself I wouldn't have drifted off in class that day.

SO instead I stared blankly at him as he turned back to the board and continued on about whatever it was he found so important the he suggest I take notes.

I've always taken notes in all my classes, but I've never used them. I know the vast majority of the subject matter and the rest I learn rather quickly. It was then I questioned myself again as to why I still took them. I replied to myself that it kept the professors from bothering me like Mr. Noventa just had. I have to admit I couldn't argue with myself over that one.

I should mention the reason for my absent mindedness that day. It was the same reason I slept in then hit my head on that reject dormitory bed. It was why I nearly walked out of my apartment without my pants, and the very same reason I had forgotten to not go into the coffee shop near my building.

At the time I was cursing myself for ever having gone to that club, and then going against better judgment and dancing with that boy. Even if he was good looking. Alright beautiful, sexy to a fault and down right mouth watering. That was some dance I have to say.

I can remember how I was having a nice little chat with myself about how stupid I had been when low and behold I walked right into someone. I just had to top off that morning with one more idiotic act before lunch didn't I?

People say I have no sense of humor. I do, just a very odd one that only exists in my head, so it can pick on me.

Looking down at my victims shoes I bowed.

"Gomen, I wasn't looking."

"It's alright. Seems you have a way of just appearing before me."

I looked up from the worn green converse high tops, to see confirm what I knew the moment my victim spoke. It was that ethereal apparition from the club. I have to say he's even more breathtaking in the light of day.

The image that stood before me that day has forever been burned into my mind.

An otherworldly vision of beauty any Roman or Greek sculptor could not possibly hope to achieve. A lean muscular body leaned against one of the many ancient oaks that grew on campus. His skin a perfect bronze, not too dark or light, just ideal. Long legs were wrapped in faded jeans, close enough to his body to reveal the seductive curves of his rear and thighs. His firm but not overly muscular chest covered in a black tee-shirt, leaving his collarbone exposed. Arms crossed over his chest he stood there staring at me. Eyes of fathomless emerald depths watched me. One was covered from time to time by his odd shaped hair that waved slightly in the breeze. That fawn colored hair was lit afire by the sun's rays that hit him just right.

He looked even better in the light. Those annoying flashing lights had hidden this from me. I'll destroy them one of these days.

Yes I know destruction or property is illegal, but let me vent within my own mind. Besides I'm still busy drooling over that image, but then who wouldn't?

"I believe I meet you at the center ring club downtown. For someone trying to dance, you do so quite well."

I think I died just then, because after he said that his bow lips turned upward and he smiled slightly. Beautiful.