To be perfectly honest, this is the first time we (yes, we) wrote something for Senyuu so our characterization isn't 100%. We've planned out most of this though, and this is in fact an RP. A chapter should be released every week for this unless something comes up and prevents me from doing so.

When more characters appear, I'll be sure to list who wrote for who.


Heroes Aren't the Mafia. Right...?

Chapter 1

To be perfectly honest, Alba never was one to have an interesting life. A normal, boring life that just revolved around going to school, running errands, and just about anything else that happened in a regular college life. At the very least, it wasn't a high maintenance one.

Although, Alba couldn't help but wish for something more exciting at times. He wasn't anyone special. He was just another face in college, only to be forgotten once he left. It was depressing to think about, but it was the truth.

Besides, stories and games of heroes weren't any help. He wanted to be like a hero. Alba wanted to help people and go out on adventures, fighting monsters and villains. Reality always brought him back to the truth, but every now and then, he found himself daydreaming of such things.

But those were only thoughts at the back of Alba's mind at the moment. Running errands didn't offer much imagination, especially when it was part of a daily routine.

In a shadowed alleyway, Ross closed his eyes and sighed. Running from those people had really pained his side, which had been wounded by a bullet a few days ago. He scanned the buildings around him, checking if anyone was nearby.

Ross wished he had never gotten himself into this situation. He would rather prefer a normal boring life where he wouldn't have to keep his knife with him at all times. Where his life wasn't in danger the moment he left the mafia.

"But I'm not normal," Ross thought. "And there will be nothing that changes that." Lightly gripping his knife, he wished there was someone to play with.

It was only a noise, a slight noise, but Alba had heard it. He glanced into the alleyway where the source of the sound had come from. A feeling of uneasiness began to rise up inside of him. Usually in video games, something bad tended to happen in dark alleys. Sometimes, it was someone dead or mugging just begging to happen.

However, despite all reasoning in his conscience, curiosity had won him over. Alba slowly walked into the darkness, trying to stay aware of the possibilities at hand.

That was when he saw the other.

Alba's first instinct was to run, hoping the other wouldn't give chase, but he didn't move an inch. He had noticed the stranger was hurt, dried blood covering the side of his shirt and a hole where the blood was. "Are… you okay?"

Ross heard the footsteps as the boy approached and felt a moment of panic. He had to get out of the area, fast, before he got a complete stranger involved. But the moment he struggled to stand straight, Ross knew it was futile. He was injured with barely any food and no sleep in his system. Yet when the boy asked if he was alright, Ross still had to be sarcastic.

"Yeah, I'm doing so fine today, how about you?" he retorted. Ross thought how easy it could be to punch him in the face.

Alba didn't give much of a response to the stranger. As much as he wanted to tell the stranger to not joke around, he said nothing, lifting the stranger up as carefully as possible. It was dangerous being so close to someone he wasn't familiar with, but he couldn't just leave the guy there to bleed out. It would be wrong.

"You can save the sarcasm for later. Come on, let's get you to the hospital," Alba said, using one of his arms to support the other.

Ross froze when the guy mentioned a hospital. There was no way he would go. It was dangerous; he'd be caught so easily in a public area, like a fish in a net. Not to mention Ebola was a problem as well. "A hospital?" he wheezed. For some reason he had trouble breathing while leaning on this annoying boy. "Do you even know who I am?" Ross muttered. "You should just leave..." He really wanted to hit this guy. It would be Ross's thank you gift to him.

"Even once would suffice." Ross clenched his fist.

"No, I don't know who you are, but you're hurt. I want to help you," Alba said confidently. He wasn't sure what was driving this confidence, but there was no doubt that he wanted to help the other, even though it went against every little thing his conscience was telling him. "At the very least, let me get you somewhere you can re-"

"So this is where you ran off to, brat." Alba turned to the voice behind him, seeing a burly man standing before him. A gun was pointed right in their direction while a dark grin appeared on the man's face. "Looks like you brought a friend. Strange, you usually try to keep people out of your little, dirty jobs. Too bad that this will be the end of the line for you two."

"Wait… are we… about to be killed…?" The thought itself drained the color from Alba's face.