Hi everyone! What's up?

Here I have come with a new story. It's not my plot at all, it resembles a bollywood movie: Mohabbatein. I hope you all, specially the Indian readers know far well about the movie (Gosh, I love it!). The characters here may act OOC a bit (Besides, will you be shocked if I turn Boris Balkov into a good guy?) xD

So...let's start!

The round-shaped station lamps were lit, spreading silvery beams all over the stoppage. Above them, in the obscurity of that night, the moon was laughing at them, thinking that they wanted to have a competition with her. The station was almost empty, only one or two could be seen passing by the rail-tracks after every 30 or 45 minutes. Nobody was sitting on the old wooden benches on the platform. The autumn breeze was blowing, taking away all the crunchy leaves which were no more on the earth. Lonely trees were looking at their existences, heaving blue sighs. Inside the red-brick building, some tube-lights were still turned on. On a bench, some bags were kept. Below it, a raven-haired young man, around 19-20, was tucking his head between his folded knees and wrapping his arms surrounding them.

"Poo!"

The neko-jin raised his head as a long, snake-like train stopped at the station, gawking at him with his demonic eye-like headlights. Bells rang as a slate-haired young man got down from the first compartment, with a backpack and a pair of bags inclosed in his both hands. Earsplitting the night again by whistling, the train left the platform. With his amethyst pools, the young man looked here and there. His eyes met the golden orbs of the neko-jin as the latter stood up. Progressing towards him, the Chinese spoke, "Balkov Hermitage?"

"Hn." The reply came.

"Hi," The Chinese boy expanded his hand, "I'm Ray Kon. You?"

"Kai," Reluctantly, the slate-haired Russian shook the hand, "Kai Hiwatari."

Then, bizarre silence again covered the station as they didn't exchange words anymore with each other. The raven-haired one kept burying his head inside his knees and the slate-haired guy remained standing, propping his back against a pillar and folding his arms on his chest.

After two hours, they had to open their eyes since another train whistled, stopping at the station. The slate-haired boy came forward to see who was going to get down. A hyperactive blonde descended from the coach with a perky smile all over his face. That smile was enough to defeat the only natural light-giver of the night. Seeing the duo, his leer brightened. He rushed to them. Huffing, he asked, "Balkov Hermitage?"

"Yes," Ray replied, Kai only gave a silent nod.

"Max is my name," He pointed at himself, "Max Tate."

"Ray Kon."

"Kai Hiwatari."

Both the boys stretched their arms at the same time. Getting confused, they gaped at each other. The blonde boy only frowned a bit. Nonetheless, he didn't his perplexities push him down. Showing his flashy teeth, he extended his grips towards both of them for handshakes. Smirking, the guys who had come earlier greeted the newcomer.

It was the first meeting of these three young men. Then again, they themselves didn't know that the tiny gathering of the station at that night would grow into an unbreakable comradeship throughout their entire lives.

The truck stopped in front of the large gate of the educational institutions. Two white flags were blowing by both sides of the entrance. Keeping the concrete walkway at the center, two gigantic yards faced each other, covered with the velvety carpets of emerald grass. A pair of white-stone fountains were showering the streams of water into two small reservoirs, encompassed by flower tubs having white, purple and blue anonymous flowers. Between two ever-green gardens filled with the colors of florets and succulence of ripe and sweet fruits, a seven-storied marble-stone mansion was standing. Its pyramid roof and the circular windows on the walls of the garret were reminding them of a random church. Rest of the windows were rectangular, having white straight grills. From the domes of the roof, attached to the tall poles, red and white ensigns were blustering. When they were hitting the airstream, the sound could easily reach the ears of the students.

Getting down from the truck, the three turned to the building. Over the entrance, it was engraved in the wall:

"Balkov Hermitage."

"Crack!"

The wooden door slightly slid against the mosaic ground. Beside it, there was the switchboard. Excited, the blonde turned the lights on just by guessing. The walls were white-washed, the smell of new paints hit their nostrils. Ceiling fans were hanging from the roof. Facing each other, a single bed and a two-storied bed were placed at the opposite walls. Between them, there was a pair of reading desks along with two four-legged metal chairs. In front of them, there was a large window through which the natural beauty outside the room could easily be viewed. Two green-shaded table lamps were on the tables. At a corner, three closets were there with a plastic dustbin. Over them, square steel-rimmed mirrors were attached to the wall. Bedsheets and blankets were folded on the beds.

"Quite large the room is, isn't it?" Cocking his eyebrows, the hyperactive guy asked. However, nobody paid any heed to him.

"Huh, who cares by the way?" Shrugging, he trudged through his roommates and jumped over the single-storied bed. Thumping his bags on it, he rolled on it and declared, "I'm the first! It belongs to me now! Yay!"

"Oh God!" The raven-haired guy exclaimed, "Is it a bed or a stone?"

The slate-haired guy was about to keep his backpack on the first level of the two-storied bed. Seeing his comrade standing helplessly, he smiled the smile of assurance and put his goods on the second level.

"Since we've come to Balkov Hermitage, we have to keep our studies carried on," Max commented, "Let it be bed or stone, we have to lie down...hey! I composed a poem! Cool, right?"

Ray rolled his eyes at the blonde while the slate-haired Russian grimaced, standing in his usual posture.

"Hey guys!" The sugar-high boy blurted, "If you have the habit of snoring while sleeping, please inform me as soon as possible so that I can take necessary arrangements for pushing cotton-balls inside my ears. Actually, I love my eight-hour long siesta which gifts me the dreams of beautiful girls. So, let me know, okay? Thanks!"

As the students were unzipping their bags for taking the necessary things out, they could hear someone whispering out of their room. They frowned, exchanging gazes with one another.

"Who's that?" Feeling curious, the youngest one opened the windows of their room. From their chamber, the sunrise of that dawn could be viewed. The crimson glows of the day-star were expanding their arms throughout the nature. They viewed their images on the mirror of the creek, flowing by the institution. Standing on its grassy shore, a purple-haired man was uttering some chants, looking at the new sun of the new day. Birds were chirping around him, flying in the sky and welcoming the newcomers. But he wasn't seeming to pay any attention to those trivial creatures.

"Who's he?" Ray asked, screwing his eyebrows.

"He's the principal of Balkov Hermitage," For the first time on the day, the dual-haired Russian opened his mouth, "The one and only Boris Balkov."

They carefully watched the old guy. He was wearing a long, black cloak which was covering most of his body. On his head, there was a white clergy headgear. The students felt as if he'd been wrapping a shawl of fog around him. Like the mist of the learning center, his personality seemed paradoxical.

They tried again and again but failed to unearth the concealed mystery of the man.

The assembly room was big and white, expressing the eternal nothingness of the world. Sunlight was seeping inside through the parabolic windows of the hall. Beneath the openings, cobblestone statues of different ancient deities were placed on round tables. In teal-colored coats, young students were standing there in several rows, being disciplined. Yet, they weren't silent. Almost inaudibly, they were talking to one another. The blonde was munching a chewing-gum, almost shaking all his facial muscles. Taking out another packet, he pointed it to the slate-haired guy who shook his head. Turning left, he showed it to the neko-jin.

"No, thanks." It was his reply. Shrugging, Max put it back inside his pocket, again becoming busy in chewing the sweetened thing.

"Tock...tock...tock..."

Hearing someone's heavy footsteps, all the boys stopped chattering and stood, straightening their spinal cords. From a chamber, the purple-haired guy appeared on the podium, thumping the marble ground with his boots. Rotating his vulture orbs all over the room, he cleared his throat, coughing. Behind him, a golden runner was hanging, having an emblem of the reddish glowing sun. In the eyes of the students, the principal of the institution was also spreading his beams like the star of the daylight.

"Tradition, establishment and discipline," He started, his thundery voice echoed throughout the hall, "These three are the three pillars of the learning center. They are the ideals using which we build your upcoming future. Those who have left the place before you have left high ambitions and decisions for you. Today, they're shining with success in their respective places. Famous authors, famous businessmen, mighty political leaders and what not? But one thing is common among them. They spent their lives utilizing the teachings of Balkov Hermitage. Today, you all are being given the opportunity to become the parts of the successful lineage. Across the world, we have collected you all just like collecting cream from the milk, thinking that you all have the capability of becoming successful persons."

Pin-drop silence was hovering around the ecosphere. All the students were absorbed in the words of the mentor.

"But success isn't a bed of rose-petals," He continued, "Behind a successful event, there's a sacrifice. Stepping on the ground of this holy territory of knowledge, today, you've left the outer realm behind. As long as you all are here, Balkov Hermitage is your world. We hope you all will study here with utmost concentration and efforts and wholeheartedly abide by the rules and regulations. If any student gets caught breaking any rule, he'll immediately be banished from here. Remember one fact: If your feet step outside Balkov Hermitage, along with it, the doors of all the educational institutions of the country will be closed for you. Today, among you all, if one isn't feeling ready to sacrifice, he may leave."

Nobody in the crowd uttered a single word, just keeping staring at the stoic face of the principal without blinking.

"You all have come here for performing a particular austerity," He carried on, "Remember, women make an impregnable obstruction on the way of all kinds of penances. That's why, deities used to send beautiful nymphs on the earth for breaking the penance of strict sages during the primitive ages. So, from today onwards, loving any girl is strictly prohibited for you all. I hope you have got it."

The three nodded gently. However, the task wasn't as easy for them as they thought.

After all, the heart of human beings cannot be stable forever. Sometimes, it turns harder than the stones. Sometimes, it becomes so soft than the water has to accept its defeat in front of it. Sometimes, it gets imprisoned in the shackles of reality. Sometimes, it starts catching colorful fishes of feelings using their own-weaved nets of dreams.

So...how was it? Good or bad? Should I continue it? Or burn it into ashes? It's your choice xD

Do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and the spelling errors, along with the OOCness too! Take care :*

-Misty ^_^