Chapter 1
Alba's POV
I didn't think that I would have such a Hellish life, but here I am, in college. My name is Alba Frühling, and my life is a living Hell. I have a few friends here in college Hell. "ALBA-SAN! ALBA-SAN!" My roommate Crea is yelling to get my attention, again. Oh, and my roommate Crea is one of them. Crea has white hair in some places and black in others, blue-eyes, and he's a bit taller than me. And don't forget that he is really loud and obnoxious most of the time. I've only seen him get serious a couple of times, most of them had to do with his friends and he has a lot of them. He's one of those people who get along with everyone, even if they're complete opposites.
"What is it this time Crea?" I sighed looking away from my laptop that showed my English essay, which was barely started and is due in three days. "Shii-Tan won't let me play his game," Crea whined at me.
"Don't go crying to that idiot, he can't do anything about it anyways." Ross said from his spot on Crea's bed on the opposite side of the room(a.k.a. Shii-Tan). I don't know if I should call Ross a friend, he usually finds some way to tease, pick on, or physically hurt me. Ross had raven black hair that stuck up at odd angles, red-eyes, and he's taller than me and Crea. He usually has a bored look on his face, unless he causes someone to get angry or he makes them feel pain. And I am usually the target for these violent and hurtful attacks. At those times he has this cynical smirk on his face, like he can't help it. Sometimes he outright laughs, I don't think I've ever seen him with a genuine smile on his face. He's lucky he's Crea's cousin, or I would beat him to a pulp, if I could.
He just sat there, holding his D.S. in his hands while looking at the screen, sitting cross-legged on the bed. He was pressing buttons, trying to beat the boss level on some game. "I'm not an idiot! And can you just let him play the stupid game?! I need to finish this essay, it's due in three days," I yelled at him.
Honestly, I really did need to get it done and Crea bugging me isn't helping, at all. "No." He just kept playing his game without a care in the world.
I groaned, I knew it was probably a bad idea, but I needed to get his attention and let him know I'm serious. I grabbed a pillow off my bed and threw it, it hit him square in the face. And the glare he sent my way, sent a chill down my spine. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" He chased me around the room until he had me pinned down on my bed.
"I told you I needed to get the essay done," I said glaring up at him from my position on the bed. He had me pinned laying on my back with my hands above my head. I groaned in pain as I felt him suddenly punch me in the stomach. "And I said no. And no means no, so deal with it," Ross growled out. To be perfectly honest, I guess you could say I'm a bit of a masochist. So Ross punching me kinda, just a little bit, turns me on. It's a weird kink to have, I know.
"Shii-Tan! Don't be mean to Alba-san, he was just trying to get your attention," Crea said while pointing an accusing finger at Ross. "He shouldn't have thrown the pillow at my face," he said smirking down at me. I knew that smirk, that would not be the only punch I got. He would get me for it later on too. "Well if you won't let him play your game, at least distract him." He looked at me with a "You're kidding me right" look on his face. "Please, you can punch me all you want later, I promise." I looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him, because I knew he liked to humiliate me. He hesitated,"Fine, but I get to punch you as much as I want tomorrow." I sighed as he got off and grabbed Crea's arm, dragging him out of the room with him. 'Thank God.'
I got back up and sat back down in the chair in front of my laptop. "Now to finish this stupid essay," I mumbled to myself.
Ross' POV
I was sitting on my cousin Crea's bed in the dorm room he shared with Alba. I usually call him Hero-san when we talk or bicker. Alba has light brown hair, grey-eyes, and not to mention that he's pretty short and has a girlish figure. He's really energetic, though it doesn't seem like it. I like to mess with him, mainly because I like the reaction I get out of him. He either gets mad, flustered, or he just fights back, though I love to see him in pain. Most people call me a sadist or a psychopath, but I don't really care. The only reason I'm in college is, because Crea cried until I agreed to go to the same college as him. That was a year ago, it's been an entire year since I've met Alba. Crea tells me that I'm in love with him, because I tease him in a unique way that I don't tease others. I call bullshit. I don't love that short, stupid, hot-headed, adorable little shit. I just love the reactions I get from him when I tease him. And seeing him in pain is a real turn on, weirdly it's only his reaction that gets me like that, but hey, it's fun.
Sitting cross-legged on Crea's bed, I played my D.S., trying my best to ignore Crea's incessant whining. That was until Crea yelled at stupid Alba, again. "ALBA-SAN! ALBA-SAN!" He sighed and looked at Crea, and asked,"What is it this time Crea?"
"Shii-Tan won't let me play his game," Crea whined at Alba.
"Don't go crying to that idiot, ha can't do anything about it anyways." I said calmly from my spot on the opposite side of the room. I don't really listen to anyone, because I don't give a fuck about what others say. And I don't have many friends, Alba is a possible friend. But I'm pretty sure he hates my guts, considering I use him as a personal punching bag. I usually target him when I get violent, merely because I love his reactions. I was still trying to beat the boss monster on my Kingdom of Hearts game.
"I'm not an idiot! And can you just let him play the stupid game?! I need to finish this essay, it's due in three days," Alba yelled at me from his chair. I knew he needed to get it done, but I didn't care and I made Crea bug him on purpose, just for this reason, he was getting mad. "No." I told him as calmly as possible, continuing to play my game. I heard a groan and then I got hit in the face with a pillow. If looks could kill, I'm sure I would have killed Alba a million times over. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" I began to chase him around the room until I pinned him on his back on his bed. I had his hands above his head, and he glared at me. "I told you I needed to get the essay done," he told me. I punched him in the stomach, and he groaned from the unexpected pain. "And I said no. And no means no, so deal with it," I growled at him.
"Shii-Tan! Don't be mean to Alba-san, he was just trying to get your attention," Crea pointed an accusing finger at me. "He shouldn't have thrown the pillow at my face," I said while smirking down at Alba. It was my signature "There's a lot more punches to be thrown" smirk, my sadistic smirk. And I did plan on getting him for it later, when he least expected it. "Well if you won't let him play your game, at least distract him." I gave him my "Your kidding me right" look. "Please, you can punch me all you want later, I promise." He was begging me, using those stupidly adorable eyes to beg. But I liked to humiliate him, so why not? I hesitated a bit, then said,"Fine, but I get to punch you as much as I want tomorrow." He sighed as I got off of him and grabbed Crea's arm, dragging him out of their room. "Tomorrow is going to be fun," I mumbled to myself, running down the corridor with Crea in tow.