A typical spring day for Alexander West, Seifer Almasy, and Irvine Kinneas was rudely interrupted by the sudden need for the all mighty spring cleaning.Techically the urge came upon them when Alex opened his closet door to get his coat and a tidal wave of stuff suddenly washed forward, burying everything in its path.
     Half an hour later the survivors were able to dig themselves free of the all engulfing wall of closet clutter and gauge the situation.
     "Think we should call the good will truck?" Seifer asked, crossing his arms while surveying the make up of the mess.
     "I think we should call a dump truck," Irvine replied, picking up the remains of a middle school project on Russia that had since gone funky. "Dude, when was the last time you cleaned in here?"
     "Um..... several years ago..." Alex replied nervously,"... I think."
     "You think?" Seifer said, picking up a shirt that was many years out of style, "Hon, you seriously need some help with this project."
     "Ya think?" Alex retorted, snagging the shirt away from Seifer and hugging it like an abandoned kitten, "I love this shirt, and I don't want to part with any of this."
     "But if you get rid of some of the old stuff that you don't wear, you'll have room for all the nice new stuff that you love to wear all the time," Irvine said, patting Alex's shoulders. "Besides, just what is in here that's so damned important?"
     Alex simply shrugged and looked into his closet. "I don't know," he sighed, "maybe I don't want to let go of the past while I look towards the future."
     "Well, let's see what's in here that's old and that you can't wear any more," Seifer said, slipping his jacket off and tossing it across a nearby chair before stepping into the fray.
 Half an hour later a small pile of old shirts, pants, and other garments was nice and neatly folded upon the bed, the shirts from the outside of the door actually inside the closet and relatively wrinkle free. Alex has sorted through the piles of things that have littered the floor and filled a couple of garbage cans with trash and recycling. A plastic tote sits atop the bed half filled with things that the mage has planned on saving, and Irvine has helped him to pack these away. Seifer is still in the closet, digging through the seemingly endless expanse of clothes.
     "When was the last time you wore this?" the hyperion knight asked, holding up a floor length dark brown trench coat with X's on the shoulders.
     "Hey, that's from my days in the Mutant crew," Alex protested, hugging the musty garment like a lost child. "I practically grew up in this... well, grew up a little bit in this at any rate."
     "How many jackets do you own?" Irvine asked, blinking at the coat from Alex's past.
     "Let's see... there's this one.... my red windbreaker which I started wearing a LOT later on, the leather coat that Spike gave me for X-mas, the leather bomber jacket I got after the Tormaline saga, my favorite denim coat with the suede collar, 3 sport coats of varying sizes, colors, and materials, my two high school coats, my winter ski parka, the trenchie I borrowed from Seifer and modified for my own, and..... I think that's about it."
     "What else is hidden within that closet?" Irvine asked, poking his head in.
     "I don't think the world is ready to know all of my secrets," Alex said, pulling the cowboy back by the collar.
     "You got kinky sex toys hidden in there?" Irvine asked, pouting and crossing his arms.
     "No... nothing like that," Alex replied, blushing an embarrassed shade of red, "I mean, yeah, I have some things in there of a naughty nature... but nothing like that. I may be sick and twisted and a perv, but I'm not like that."
     "So what's in the bag?" Seifer asked, pulling out a small navy blue duffle bag that was threatening to burst at the seams.
     "That... that bag... that stuff isn't mine," Alex stammered as Seifer and Irvine unzipped the bag.
     "What the?!" Seifer exclaimed as he looked at the contents. "What the bloody hell is this stuff?!"
     "Leftovers from the Namagomi," Alex sighed, turning quite red. "He didn't want them so he gave them to me for safekeeping... and he's never asked for them back so I'm sort of stuck with them."
     "In your closet..." Irvine said.
     "In a dufflebag," Seifer added.
     "Nevermind," Alex fumed, picking the bag up, closing it, locking it, and throwing it towards the back of the closet. "Find anything else of interest?!"
     "Only the arms of the Venus Di Milo," Seifer said, holding up a pair of decidably female arms made of marble and traced with gold.
     "And some of the treasure from the lost city of Atlantis," Irvine added, holding up a treasure box brimming with gold and precious stones.
     Alex shrugged and stuck his head back into his closet. "Wow... looks much cleaner in here now than it did earlier."
     "Was that before or after the tidalwave of crap washed over us?" Irvine asked.
     "Does it make a difference?" Seifer replied. "The point is he did some cleaning."
     "True. Very true."
     "Ever wonder about my weapons?" Alex asked, popping out of the closet. In his left hand was a baton of some sort.
     "I thought you said you didn't have any kinky sex toys," Irvine said, smirking. Alex shot him a death glare and the cowboy immediately stopped smiling.
 "I've had quite the arsonal of weaponry through the years.... from shuriken to daggers to a short sword to my current no-datchi and glaive," Alex said, spinning the baton around. A moment later he was holding a six foot long bo staff, and he smiled. "And this little gizmo, based upon the staff carried by Cheetara from Thundercats."
     "So all of those are in your closet?" Seifer asked, swallowing loudly.
     "Yup. Even my nice bullwhip," Alex replied with a smirk.
     "Bullwhip?" Seifer and Irvine gasped in unison.
     "Kidding," Alex giggled, putting the staff back into his closet. "C'mon now, we have to move this crud outta here."
     "Right," Seifer said, piling up the clothing that was going to the Good Will store. He shot one last glance back at Alex's closet and shuddered at what else could be lurking in there.
     "Hurry up," Irvine said from the door where he stood holding a bucket of refuse. "Geeze, if you had sex the way you moved it wouldn't be much fun."
     "Coming," Seifer said, smirking and winking at Irvine while picking up the clothes. A moment later he stepped out of the room, turned off the light, and closed the door behind him.

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