Question One: "Are the pairings going to be traditional?" They will be as traditional as I can keep them, though a few crack ones might end up in there if someone bugs me enough to write them.

Question Two: "AkuTaka?" Since I like that pairing, I'll work it in there somewhere, though it might take awhile.

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"Senpai..."

The deep voice seemed so far away, tentative.

"Senpai."

This time there was shaking. Inui grunted and squinted an eye open, staring up at a blurry figure. Sometimes he cursed having to wear glasses, considering he was very much legally blind.

"It can't be seven already." He groaned softly, sitting up to find his glasses. The form kneeling beside his bed stood up and chuckled softly, moving to the door to slip on its tennis shoes.

"I thought the same thing...but it is most definitely 7...actually five after," that smooth voice answered him. Inui couldn't for the life of him remember where he threw his glasses and was grateful when the blur of color wandered over and held them out to him, the cool rims touching his fingertips.

"Thank you Kaidoh," he grabbed the other boy's wrist and pulled him down for a quick kiss before he slipped on his glasses. The world became solid and he watched as Kaidoh wrapped on his leopard print bandana, a faint blush on his cheeks. He was going for his morning run and Inui had his first Physics class of the day at 8.

"See you tonight, Senpai," Kaidoh smiled slightly, exotic eyes crinkling at the edges. Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him and the thump of his shoes jogging down the hall and disappearing down the staircase.

Inui stared at his book bag and flopped backwards onto the bed. It was going to be a long day.

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Kaidoh rounded the corner and back down the street in front of the dorms. Sweat was sliding down his back, slithering down the inch of stomach that bared every time he took a stride, wetting his hipbones that poked just slightly out of his running shorts. His muscles burned and his breath hitched, he'd been running for an hour and the heat felt so good. That tightening of muscle, that unmistakable burn that shot along his calves and thighs. Sometimes he never wanted it to end, but he knew that if he over did it he'd end up hurting himself so he slowed his gait and jogged to the front of the building.

Just as he reached the entranceway the front doors flew open and he just narrowly missed getting trampled by a very distraught looking boy that he thought he recognized from the other half of his hallway. Luckily his reflexes got him out of the way because the taller kid didn't even seem to notice him standing there.

Just as Kaidoh deemed it safe to go in another boy burst out and frowned. "Taka-san you forgot your notebook!!" He waved the yellow 10-cent binder about in the air dramatically, still in his pajama's that oddly had little teddy bears all over the bottoms. Kaidoh stared for a moment, making sure that it was indeed a boy he was staring at, coming to the conclusion it had to be because, well, he was either a boy or very, very flat. He blushed when he realized he was staring at someone's chest and averted his eyes back towards the sidewalk.

The other boy came running back around the corner and snagged the notebook, bowing. "Thank you thank you so much Fujiko-chan..." he paused a moment before turning and tearing back off down the sidewalk. The other smiled amiably, eyes almost completely obscured and turned to go back in, pausing to hold the door for Kaidoh.

"He's so forgetful," such a sweet voice, Kaidoh thought briefly, his breathing having returned to normal. They walked through the lobby and to the elevator together.

"What floor?"

"Three."

"Oh? That's the floor I live on," the light haired boy smiled again, turning his head upwards to look at Kaidoh. "I think I've seen you, are you on Inui-san's side?"

"Yeah, you must be on Oishi-sempai's side."

"Hai. I'm Fuji, Fuji Syusuke," he offered his hand.

"Kaidoh Kaoru," he shook the slighter boys hand lightly, frowning because of the light sheen of sweat on his palm. 'Well, that was a good first impression, gross' he thought vaguely, hoping that Fuji wouldn't wipe his hand on his pants in disgust.

"It was nice meeting you," ever smiling, the boy slipped out of the elevator when the door opened and disappeared down the opposite end of the hallway. Kaidoh shook his head slightly and headed towards his room, getting out his key. He slipped it into the lock and went to walk in, realizing he locked the door instead of unlocking it. That was strange. He unlocked it again and stepped in. The room was still dark. He could have sworn his roommate had an eight a.m. class.

Speaking of his roommate, who was lying on his back, splayed ungracefully across the bed and snoring like a malfunctioning lawnmower. And he wondered why Kaidoh was never around at night, between that snoring and the weirdo neighbors that beat the hell out of their wall nightly, it was a wonder his roommate was still there.

He pulled off his bandana and tossed it into the corner where the rest of his dirty cloths resided. Turning he leaned down to untie his shoes and spotted something scattered across the floor. It looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to an alarm clock, the poor thing lay mutilated in the middle of the floor, forgotten like yesterdays homework. Kaidoh considered waking up his roommate to see if he actually did have to be at class and then looked at the alarm clock again, deciding he liked his teeth right where they were. Instead he threw on his robe, grabbed his shower basket and wandered down the hallway to the bathroom.

His flip-flops slapped noisily against the soles of his feet and he glanced at the bulletin board beside the boy's bathroom. He stopped and glanced at it before stopping all together.

'Battle of the Dorms?"

Did he even want to know?

No, no he didn't. He disappeared into the bathroom without reading the rest of the flyer, the door swung closed behind him and left the hallway empty and quiet.

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Fuji padded down the corridor leading to his dorm room and with the grace of a ballerina dodged a back flipping redhead. Most residents of the west wing knew to look both ways before walking down the hallway. Tezuka, the hall coordinator was not so lucky. The redhead went careening into his last cartwheel and barreled right into the bespectacled RHC(1) just as he was rounding the corner.

"Eiji!!" Oishi, the west wing RA, yelled as he jumped out of his room. A look of doom crossing his features as he noticed the sprawled redhead as well as his boss, papers littering the ground around the two, making a masterpiece of destruction.

"Oh dear, good luck with that mess Oishi," Fuji shook his head slightly disappearing into his room before anything started. He definitely didn't want to sign a witness report(2) again. He let the door click closed behind him and went about checking on his cacti collection. All were looking lovely; he smiled happily before turning to pick out something to wear.

After deciding on his red hooded sweatshirt and a pair of khaki slacks, he left the room, avoiding the argument in the hallway and headed over to the second of the dorm trio. The three dorms on their side of campus were Seidobuki, the largest of the three and the twin dorms St. Hyotei and Rikaiku(3). He headed over to St. Hyotei and wandered into the lobby to check if the elevator was still broken. He paused watching someone repeatedly kick the mailboxes.

"Stupid, stupid mailboxes that never open!!" the boy growled, staring at a piece of paper and then lifting his head to scowl at the mailbox. "This can't be the right combination."

He punched it one last time for good measure and then tried the combination again. Fuji could practically feel the anger radiating off the young man and watched as he wound up to really assault the poor defenseless mailbox.

"Shishido-san!!!" a tall, ash haired boy came crashing out of the swinging doors that led to the staircase and speared the other boy, leaving them both sprawled over the floor in a mess of arms and legs. The angry boys baseball cap landed on one of Fuji's feet and he leaned over to pick it up, waiting for the other two to gather themselves back into standing positions.

"Choutarou what the hell is wrong with you?!" Shishido groused, trying to untangle his arm from the twisted position it was in underneath the taller boy. "and stop calling my Shishido-san!"

"Don't beat on the mail box, it isn't nice and you'll hurt your hand again, like when you punched the wall yesterday. Here let me open it." He tugged the paper out of the other boy's hand and stood up, going over and promptly opening the mailbox with no problems. "See, just be patient."

Fuji thought the other boy just might pummel the amiable one, but instead he sighed and stood up brushing himself off, turning to look for his hat. Fuji smiled softly and walked over, handing it to him.

"Thanks." He popped it back over his mess of spiky brown hair and frowned, going back over to snag the mail out of Ohtori's hand. He took off up the stairs laughing at the ash-haired boys surprised look. Laughing himself the younger of the two went charging after him.

"So lively today!" Fuji exclaimed cheerfully and headed to follow the pair, their footsteps echoing along the staircase along with their laughter. He headed to the fourth floor, letting the door swing shut behind him.

Notes:

(1)RHC – means Resident Hall Coordinator. (big bosses, blah blah)

(2)Witness Reports are when you are present for an incident that someone gets written up, they ask you to sign a report so that if they have to take your to court or verify that it happened you can be a witness later on.

(3)If you didn't notice I combined the names of the teams and made them the dorm names. It also gives you a heads up as to who is in what dorm.