This was not Ludwig's day. No, rephrase that: this wasn't Ludwig's year. He, a self-respecting 16 year old, was being sent away to an all boy's catholic boarding school. The place was decked out- from uniforms to nuns to bible beatings. Well maybe not bible beatings, but still! This place was Ludwig's own personal hell for all he cared.
As the disgruntled teen dragged his luggage up the third flight of stairs to his assigned room (apparently the cheap bastards hadn't even thought of putting an elevator in), he could not help but wonder what he had done to deserve this cruel and unusual punishment. Then the whole ordeal of last year came back, loud and clear.
"He's so violent."
"Always starting fights with the other students."
"Whatever are we going to do with you Ludwig?" That had been such an enlightening meeting. Somehow an all male institution was the obvious answer to this question! The part of this whole situation that pissed Ludwig off the most was how his parents kept calling this a "blessing". Apparently Axis Academy was a highly esteemed school with some of the best academics around. Ludwig could care less. For him, this was simply hell and always would be, no matter what fancy titles were flourished about it. It was all the same- no girls, no drinking, no going out- it was like a freaking prison here!
Ludwig groaned when he finally did reach his assigned room. He had to share his room? The disgruntled blond could only pray that his roommate wasn't some freak. Ludwig set the heavy suitcase he'd been carrying down onto the bed closest to the window. He moved to kick his combat boots off when he was interrupted by the abrupt sound of someone clearing their throat for his attention. Ludwig hated it when people did that so he sat up, glaring at the disturbance.
"Are you Ludwig?"
"Yeah. What's it to you?" Ludwig noted the odd appearance of the one talking to him. He was of medium height, with pale, almost white hair and the strangest colored eyes he'd ever seen, reminiscent of a light royal purple. He was wrapped in an enormous trench coat and scarf even though it was still summer to some degree. Weirder yet, in the hand not holding his luggage was a pipe. A creepy smile came over his lips. Ludwig could tell he was not going to like this guy.
"I'm Ivan, your roommate this year. You don't mind if I take the bed by the window, do you?" He steeped in, rudely dropping his suitcase on the bed Ludwig was sitting on. Before the latter could say anything in reply, Ivan had plopped down next to him on the bed. He still had that creepy smirk on his face. "So, aside from formalities, wanna become one with me?" Ludwig did a double take and for the first time ever, he was authentically scared of someone.
"Umm I think I need to go to the uhhh, bathroom...yeah, bathroom! That would be good..." Ludwig quickly excused himself to the restroom in his dorm room that was linked to his neighbors room(which he planned on hiding in for a while and coming up with a plan to save himself from this physco killing him in his sleep). But there would be no comfort in the next room over for Ludwig. There would be no comfort for him at all it would seem...
"Hey! Hey! Are you Ludwig? Because I read your name on the door of the room next to me and I knew we'd be sharing bathroom! We're gonna have so much fun this year! I'm Feliciano by the way. Are you really German? Do you like pasta? I like pasta! I really really like pasta, and puppies, and singing, and-"
Ludwig slammed the other bathroom door in the little brown-haired boy's face and locked it with the deadbolt as he'd done with the bathroom door to his room. Maybe he'd live in the bathroom this year... That seemed like a really good idea right now. Anyhow, Ludwig resolved not to come out for a while.
Feliks decided that this was going to be like, the best year ever when he found out that he'd be sharing a room with Liet, his best friend. (Who was way cute by the way.) Liet was happy too but he could not help but be a bit apprehensive. His dear friend was shameless and in that, the shame of the school. Feliks violated school rules (especially dress codes) like Feliciano violated traffic laws or Francis violated first years- which was a lot if you couldn't tell.
Feliks took great pride and dignity in and dignity alike in dressing up like a girl in obscene mini-skirts and other monstrosities to add to the ensemble. He even liked clipping his long blond hair in barrettes and bows! Not only was his appearance a disruption to the campus' way of life but so were his attitude and academic performance.
Don't be mistaken, Feliks was very smart but he simply did not care enough to apply himself in a decent way. He never did his homework, and back talked his teachers when he thought they were wrong. He was usually correct in these situations but still found himself in detention after the argument had ensued and he had wholly proved himself right in front of the whole class.
Not wanting to expel Feliks, they decided to place him with his friend Liet in hopes that the rebellious teen could be positively influenced by the more laid back boy. Liet was a good student who made good grades. His conduct was exemplary and his record squeaky clean. Little did the headmaster of the academy know how much this was going to change simply because his little angel was sharing a room with the school's demon.
"Feliks, you aren't going to get yourself expelled this year, right?" The smaller boy was sitting at the edge of his bed. It was Feliks' and his second year here.
"Well duh- I don't want to go back to public school. That was the worst! Especially without you- that would totally suck." Liet rolled his eyes, getting the sudden urge to beat his head against the nearest wall. He really loved his blonde friend but sometimes he could be...really blonde.
"Good. I'd miss you too much if you left." Liet looked down, blushing suddenly.
"Really? That's like, so sweet of you...I'd miss you too Liet." A comfortable silence fell between the two as Feliks slowly put an arm around Liet who snuggled a bit closer, blushing even more still. "You know what would be perfect Li?"
"What?" the brunette asked softly, hopefully. Sometimes Feliks made him feel this certain way which was normally quite foreign to him. Liet secretly wished his bold friend would do something more during these moments. He leaned in, letting his eyes slip shut instinctively anticipating what he thought was to come, what was supposed to happen now. "Yes?"
"We should totally get expelled TOGETHER." At that precise moment, Liet gave into his previous urge to beat his head against the wall. "Come on Li! It was a good idea, wasn't it?" This was going to be a long year...
Arthur felt like crap. This was for numerous reasons. had to survive yet another year with the infamous Francis as his bloody roommate. This was the third stinking one. room was adjoined with Alfred and Matthew's room. Alfred was the bad part of this. was calling Arthur crazy as usual because of his random conversations with his magical creature friends that apparently only he could see.
"Steve, sometimes I feel as if you're the only one who really understands me." Arthur sighed.
"Steve? Isn't he the unicorn?" Francis asked boredly from across the room.
"Yeah." Arthur mumbled before resuming their interrupted conversation. That was the only thing about Francis that Arthur appreciated- after all these years of being in the same room, Francis did not question the existence of Arthur's invisible critters.
"Alright, I guess I uhh won't be bothering you two anymore then...I guess I'll just have to go visit my favorite set of twins! " Translation: Francis was going to his neighbors' to hit on and eventually molest Matthew before being promptly being kicked out by Alfred. Arthur rolled his eyes. Nothing ever really changes. But for the first time in a long time, Arthur was wrong. This is simply because he thought he hated Alfred, his blond, glasses wearing neighbor who was a year younger than he.
Arthur hated how go-lucky and painfully forward Alfred could be. He hated how cocky the second year was and his disgusting obsession with hamburgers. Arthur was proud of this school and found Alfred to be it's ultimate eyesore. (Even though Feliks in all actuality holds this title.) Arthur loved bashing on Alfred to the point where even Steve, whom he was currently speaking to, suggested that such strong feelings obviously showed that there had to be something more between the two boys.
"I take what I said before back- nobody understands me. I just want a bloody cup of tea."
Yao was terrified to say the least. He was an exchange student to the academy and the only person he knew there was Kiku. They had been good friends before their recent falling out. Yao wasn't sure what had happened between them to bring this on. All he knew was that they were nowhere near as close as they had been before. Sometimes it really made Yao feel sad that things hadn't worked out. More than anything, he felt lonesome. He was all alone at this big, new school without a friend in the world.
The boy he was rooming with, Feliciano, was nice enough but they were polar opposites. Yao was calm, collected, and sensible while Feliciano was ditzy, silly, and very free-spirited. He was also rather loud which would take some real getting used to. It was a good thing that Yao was patient. Perhaps the headmaster had considered this when placing him in a room with the bouncy Italian.
Yao then got to meet his neighbors in the adjoining room- Ludwig and Ivan. He had not met them as much as he had "observed" them. As creepy as that sounded it was simply casual watching from a distance since Yao was too shy to approach or talk to either of the boys. Ludwig had seemed like your sane, average-joe. Feliciano had taken great interest, in the tall, handsome blond. But nothing about Ludwig truly compelled Yao. People had to be compelling, interesting for Yao to notice them.
For this reason it was the strange, even paler roommate of Ludwig's who caught Yao's eye. Ivan. He seemed sophisticated yet simple. His eyes were a haunting shade of violet and had a fierce gleam in them with a touch of sadness under them. Most would find such eyes intimidating but Yao was entranced. He consciously had to make himself not stare. He really wished he had the courage to meet Ivan, talk to Ivan. He seemed lonesome, much like Yao, like an alien who didn't belong but desperately wanted to.
So Yao decided that sometime soon, he would find the guts inside himself to get to know Ivan and perhaps be his friend. For now, Yao simply needed some time to think and unpack his bags. But before he turned away, for one fleeting moment, those amethyst eyes found his and he almost swore he saw a small smile shot his way.
