"BRO IM BACK, CHECK OUT WHAT I SNAGGED!" Johnny yelled obnoxiously, busting through the door to the dorm room. Jack sighed and rubbed his temple, putting down the textbook he was studying as his self proclaimed "bro" lumbered over. "Can you please lower your voice?" He asked calmly. "It is very late, and I doubt the rest of the building will appreciate the noise." He said, looking up at his companion.

"Ah, forget those losers! Check it out man!" Johnny snickered, excitedly shoving a letter into Jacks face. It took him a moment to place where he'd seen it before, but Jack soon recognized the symbol stamped into the letter's wax seal. "I know this. It is of fraternity at this university, yes?" He asked, looking over at Johnny's delighted expression. "You better believe it brother! These guys are the best of the best! The most powerful, sophisticated, and amazing guys on the planet! They say if you become one of them, you'll never fail in life! Omega M., the house of the Cobras!"

He whooped loudly, standing up and pumping his fist into the air. "Yes, they seem to want students they claim... Excel." Jack said, ignoring the other's outburst. "I received letter from them when I first came to states. I did not fully understand their reputation yet." Johnny froze at his roommate's words. "They sent you... WHAT!?" He cried out, immediately dropping down to Jacks level, spooking the Asian into nearly falling over. "Eh, yes? They claimed that they knew of my heritage, and wished to help me live up to my full potential. I do not know exactly what this means, so..." He trailed off, highly uncomfortable with how close Johnny was to his face.

"It means they wanna make you a member, become a brother! Induct you! Amaze you! Dude, do you even know how rare of a chance this is!?" Johnny shouted, grabbing his counterpart by the shoulders and shaking him vigorously. "How would one even join this house of snakes?" Jack asked, feeling nauseous. "Okay, first of all, Cobras." Johnny said, standing up straight. "And second of all, I'm gonna show you." He grinned, and before Jack could see it coming, he grabbed the younger by the collar of his shirt and began hauling him off.

"What are you doing?! Put me down!" He shouted, struggling to free himself. But Johnny wasn't one to give up that easily, and wrapped an arm around Jack's neck, forcing him to walk along. "Don't you worry your lil head buddy! Uncle Bravo's gonna show you what the word "orientation" means!" He said, chuckling as the smaller fought desperately to get away from the overzealous giant.

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"Welcome Omega M. Members!" A thunderous roar rose from the crowd. "Tonight, we accept new and fresh talent into the house of Cobras!" A loud roar of approval. "But first, we must ensure that we only allow the best of the best to enter our gracious home!" The crowd went insane, stomping their feet, whooping, and screaming at the top of the lungs. Jack looked on uncomfortably as Johnny joined the ruckus, high-fiving others as he jogged up to the front of the crowd, where the rest of the inductees were standing. Jack heaved a heavy sigh and followed after, calmly weaving his way through the mass of Cobras in his way.

"I think it's time we interviewed these fine young men, don't you?" The man on stage yelled, inciting another round of whooping from his audience. He nodded, grinning broadly as he dropped down from his podium to join the others on the grass. "So, newbies, why don't you introduce yourselves?" He said, holding his mic up to the first in line. "M-my name is-s-s Steven." The younger replied, sweating profusely. He was shorter than the average guy, and chubbier too, but he looked as if he could throw a decent punch. He swallowed and calmed himself down a bit.

"My name is Steven, Steven Quarts. I'm majoring in gemology, and I plan to carry on my family's jewelry business." Jack smiled, and was about to applaud the man's ambition, when the crowd across from them erupted into laughter. "Okay, okay, quiet down you lot!" Said the one holding the microphone. "And how about you blondie?" He asked, approaching Johnny. He donned a cocky expression and took the mic. "Well, where do I start? Im a first born, the first in my family to go to a University like this, and I may even be the first to get into Omega M.!" He chuckled.

"Guess you guys could call me a bit of a pioneer, huh? But that also means something else. I am a winner, a champion. I don't lose, and trust me, when I graduate with a degree in photography, there won't be a day you don't hear me talk about those bodacious girls I'm takin' snaps of!" He finished off with an enthusiastic fist pump, gaining a clapping and whistles from the crowd in return. He handed the mic back and it was time for Jack to give a few words, but before the microphone was even placed in front of him, a few guys from the mass began hooting and ballerina mocking insults.

"Whoa that's a dude!?"

"Hey pretty boy, I think you left your purse over here!"

"Run back to your boyfriend fag!"

Jack, although usually unwavering, felt his face begin to heat up. He couldn't recall doing anything to offend the other students, and quite honestly didn't understand some of their slurs. Johnny, a mere two feet away, snapped to attention. He didn't like the tone those assholes were taking up with his friend. He could feel his fists clench up as he heard more and more attacks come from the same general direction.

He was highly disturbed when the mic holder suddenly spoke up. "Hey, who said that?" He shouted, anger donning on his face. "You two!" He shouted, pointing at two of the larger guys in the crowd. "Get them out of here!" Jack's eyebrows went up in astonishment as he watched the two men sift through the mass of people, finally settling on two of them, and proceeded to drag them out of earshot as they protested loudly. Johnny began to settle down, glad that he'd worn his shades since they perfectly hid his reaction.

"So, new guy, mind giving us an intro?" Jack heard as he was handed the mic. Jack took it and looked onwards, clearing his throat before giving a well worded response. "My name is Jack Ken. I have recently moved here from my home in Kyoto, Japan, where my family owns and runs several dojos." He took a breath, trying not to fumble over the foreign words. "Although I am an only son, I have decided to pursue a career in archeology, as I would like to learn more of my country's past." He gave a brief smile at the end, politely returning the microphone to its owner. The other took the device with a smirk, looking back at the congregation behind him.

"Well isn't that sweet?" He drawled, placing an arm around Jack's shoulder. "But enough with the talk, let the initiation begin!" He said, throwing both arms in the air. "BRING OUT THE ALCOHOL!" People applauded and chanted continuously, "Waste them! Waste them!" As members carried out three large kegs of beer. Jack looked over at Johnny with a puzzled expression and saw that he was grim faced. Looking even further down the line, Steven looked about ready to pass out. The man with the mic had climbed back up to his podium, and was now raising his hands for silence. A hush fell over them as he began to speak.

"By now, we all know the drill. But for the sake of our newcomers, I will explain the trials ahead of you." A steady chant began to rise from the crowd, which was hard to make out, but appeared to be his name, "Aku". "Those kegs are filled to the brim with beer. Your job is to chug as much as you physically can within the time limit, preferably without throwing up." He snickered. "What's the time limit you ask? Well..." He looked down at his watch. "When we first started, you had about an hour. Now you've got 45 minutes. Have fun."

Without waiting for any help, Johnny took off like a bullet. With no assistance, he was the first to keg stand, and Jack, upon seeing him do this, sighed, but began to imitate his friend. This was going to be a long night.