College: the place that is supposed to stand far above that of the ranks of high school; a place that is supposed to bring together intelligence and creativity, nurturing the seed of young adults into willing, hard working servants. These servants would be loyal to the crown, thankful that they have been gifted with the chance to have such an honor as to live under one such as he.

Orihara Hibiya.

However, such dreams were laid to rest when the youngest Orihara was informed that, to teach him respect and responsibility, his parents would not be paying for the college life he had demanded. Instead, he was to get into whichever he could, regardless of reputation, with the scholarship funding he was awarded and any grants he may have earned. After that, it was up to him.

And oh how that did not sit well with him. Being the youngest, Hibiya thought that he may have an edge. His oldest brother, Izaya, had easily gone and made a life for himself, leaving his parents worry free. It was almost like he had just gotten up and walked out of the picture. He never visited anymore, not really. Maybe once on Christmas, but that was it.

And then there was HachimenRoppi: the problem child. From an early age he had been very moody. From the 'mine' phase, to his 'terrible twos' and far past the 'troublesome threes', there had always been a little something off. Izaya had commented on it once saying something about a mood disorder and how the chemical balance of hormones in the brain was off. Their parents had denied it and vowed never to mention it again. In turn, Roppi now stayed at a behavioral center, working out his problems that had built up over time.

Psyche though, the last of his brethren to be mentioned, was probably the healthiest of them all. He had become a small pop star, on his way to greater things. A one hit wonder if you will. But even so, he often came home on the weekends of even during the week for dinner. Hibiya had always thought him to be more of a momma's boy than a man. However, that wasn't his call to make.

In fact, at this point, nothing was.

Hibiya was currently stuck in the middle of a crowd of fellow freshman, though they were far beneath him on different scales. Everybody was loud and yelling, showing off their energetic enthusiasm and how eager they were to learn.

Or rather:

Party

Fuck

And party some more.

And even those were understatements. The raven was near sure that he had doomed himself by tolerating the proposal his blood relations had given him; not that he had much choice in the matter.

Standing off to the side, the raven did his best to hear the speech that was being given, but soon gave up with a heavy sigh.

"Yo, Shorty, why ya lookin' so down? This is college, the first day of the rest of your free style and soon to be amazingly fun life~! Pull the stick outta your ass will ya?"

Golden hues turned to witness a surprisingly white and handsome smile, accompanied by mysterious magenta orbs. The pair stared at each other for a good minute before the blonde man broke into a rather loud laugh.

Hibiya on the other hand, did not understand what exactly was so funny. In fact, he found the man to be rather rude instead. He had approached him randomly, as if he had the right to, and told him to 'pull the stick out of his ass'? Oh no; that was not OK for one beneath the crown to do.

"Excuse me, but I don't know who the Hell you think you are talking to me that way. But I would appreciate it if you took your commoner self elsewhere."

Another loud laugh escaped the blonde man as he looked down on his new person of interest. What was up with this guy? He looked like one of those people who came here to learn in their first year. And man, that attitude was something else. The first thing he had gone and done was called him a commoner. Who called people commoners? It was like he was in some delusion and thought he was king.

Ha, and oh boy did he hope that wasn't the case.

He may have been one of those guys looking to score, but he wasn't into the delusional type. Maybe he just had some sort of superiority complex.

Either way, there was only one way to find out.

"Well, last I checked, my name was Delic, and I'm assuming I haven't changed since then. What about you little man?"

Hibiya cringed at the familiarity in which the man approached him with, but, deciding any man of lower status should know his name answered anyway, albeit begrudgingly.

"Hibiya, Orihara Hibiya is my name. You best remember it, though you'll never have the need to use it after this assembly."

"Ah, come on now short stuff, or rather, Hibi-chibi, why not come with me and ditch this dumb gathering? I'm sure you already know all the ins and outs anyway. It doesn't take a genius." Delic couldn't hold the grin that spread across his face as the smaller raven fumed at the nickname, "Come on, I insist!"

Hibiya gasped as Delic grabbed a hold of his forearm, dragging him from his spot and out of the assembly hall.

"Let me go you no-good heathen!" he struggled against his grip, his moves futile as he quickly discovered that the man was rather strong.

"Come off it will ya? I'm just aimin' to have some fun"

"Fun? You call this fun? Maybe you have yet to notice but you have forcefully taken me away from my inhabited spot. So, I would ask you to PLEASE let go and restrain from ever approaching me again!"

Ouch.

Totally and completely rejected. Bummer.

But, Heiwajima Delic was not one to be discouraged easily. In fact, he was rather excited. He was getting tired of people just bedding down with him or doing whatever it was he asked because they thought he was, 'sexy,' per say. Truth be told, he was tired of the play-boy life style; tired of restless nights pent partying and getting drunk, sometimes even accepting hits here and there. He was something of a middle child; third eldest in a group of four. He felt like he had been less important than the others, like he was getting less attention than them.

And so he made up for it with one night stands and short term relationships.

Letting Hibiya go, Delic took a step back and reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and placing one in his mouth before lighting it, "Alright, look, I'm sorry." The blonde rubbed the back of his head, "Let's say we start over, yeah? My name's Delic, I'm 19, and I'm studying to be a singer-song writer."

"And I'm leaving."

Ooh, still no dice.

. . .

-Has completely given up on updating on-going fanfictions in an ordered fashion-

Here ya go guise, another fiction to my needs that role-plays do not cover.

I've never written for these two so I hope I'm doing an OK job so far.

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