Frank Martin Stein.
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"Oh? You're saying you're this Dr. Stein's pride? And you just actually manifested from his cell?"

"Yes that's what I've been saying for the past 20 minutes. Thank you." I answered.

The man who seems to be in his late thirties smiled maniacally at me while his right hand is playing with his beard.

"There are others, yes?"

"Yes."

"Do you think they'll come too?"

"Yes."

"What about your Dr. Stein?"

I looked at my reflection on a black car at my right—I seemed shorter than what I had remembered but I guess it's just the reflection—and said, "he'll come here."

Suddenly everything went black and when I came to, I'm in our dorm now and Snow's shouting my name to a person lying on the floor. Who the fuck is that?

Snow stood up and looked at me. "Gluttony, he's dead." Wait. . . What? Glutt—who's dead now?

I looked at the corpse lying on the floor and to my utter shock, it was me.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I shrieked in horror, forcefully opening my eyes.

I don't know how long I was screaming but I just felt someone slap me across my right cheek. It hurt. But I guess it helped bringing me back to my senses.

"Stein." Snow called. My vision started returning somehow and his face looked worried but he remained calm.

"What happened?" I asked. "I was just drinking coffee and. . . and having a stick then I. . . I. . ." I looked at Snow in horror. What happened to me? And what was that dream about?

"For the mean time, calm down." He sighed in relief. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"I don't know. . . It was just so real. I couldn't—" Then I realised something that I almost failed to notice. "It's like you knew that I was about to pass out earlier. What did you do?" I accused at this deceptive lying little cunt.

He smiled hesitantly before shrugging. "I put hypnotic on your coffee. . . That I made myself." He stood up and backed away from me. "Now, before you jump to conclusions, let me explain."

"What the fuck are you trying to do here. Snow." I grit my teeth and tried to stand up so I can kill this little guy.

"Wait, he didn't do anything wrong. In fact, I think he just saved you." Gluttony interjected between me and Snow.

"What she said, my friend." Snow clapped and mouthed a thank you to Gula.

"What do you mean."

"I made you fall asleep the time that I think another sin will appear again. You see, I learned two things: one, your hair will turn white. Two, everyday at 3:00 o'clock either in the morning or in the afternoon, another sin will pop out." He grinned while hovering back and forth in front of me. "But what happens everytime another persona of yours comes out?"

"I have seizures and I die. . ." I trailed off. Realizing whatever Rindelle Snow is saying. I get it. He just prevented me from having an attack. He didn't want me to suffer. Wow.

"There's that, but I just really don't want to go over the horror of seeing you die in front of me again. What more it's always the same." He sadly smiled at me, reading my thoughts again. "But you're welcome." He raised both of his arms and waited for me to go and hug him. I sighed and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his small figure.

"I'm sorry, Snow. And thank you." I sincerely said. Even though he's an asshole he's still my bestfriend and I probably couldn't live without him.

"I know right." He chuckled and tapped my back. I released him and we beamed at each other.

"I'm so relieved you have people like him Padre. I can leave now." Gula suddenly said. I flinched for a moment because I forgot about her.

"Do you really have to go? You know you can always stay here with us." I smilingly offered.

"I have to. I don't want to see Lust." She said with an enormous amount of disgust in her tone.

"Lust? How did you know that Lust will be the one appearing now?" I asked, surprised. Is that like their thing now?

"He's passed out on the floor." She monotonously said, both her and Snow pointing at someone lying on the floor, with his rear end facing us. My lips twitched at the sight. I don't know if I should laugh or surprised or whatever. This has got to be the most pitiful appearance of one of my sins.

And he's supposed to be Lust? Maybe I'd be happier if Lust was a girl. You know? I have needs and maybe she'll gladly give them to me—

I was thrown off my thoughts when I saw Snow looking at me with a mixture of disgust and self-satisfaction.

"Shut up." I grunted. I can feel my face burning up.

"But I didn't say anything."

"It's written all over your face. You can wipe that fucking smug look now." I clicked my tongue in exasperation and looked at Luxuria again. "It's great that you covered him in sheets." I observed. There's sheets and towels covering his butt and most of his lower half.

"We don't like the sight, mate." Snow said and I laughed at him.

"Before he wakes up, I'll leave." Gula said, with her things already packed. Wow she's really determined to leave.

"What's inside that bag of yours? You don't have clothes, right?" I asked doubtfully.

"Just some snacks." She shrugged.

"I'm calling Quinn." Snow shakes his head exasperatedly and hurriedly dialed Quinn's number.

"Wait, why?"

"Yeah, Hello, Quinn? Hahaha! Sorry for calling this early but do you mind going to our dorm right now? Yep. And bring some of your clothes. We're in dire need of your help. I'll explain later just, pack a pair or two. Got it. Bye, dear!" Snow quickly said with a maniac grin plastered on his face.

"Are you out of your mind?! You're making Quinn, see these–these—my sins?!" I stuttered. Gula casted me an offended glare.

Snow shrugged nonchalantly. "Why not. We just say they're your relatives since they look a lot like you. . . In a way." He smirked evilly.

I just sighed and left them to make another cup of coffee. But this time, I'm making sure there's no sleeping pills in it.

4:00 a.m.

"Why the hell are you guys awake anyway." Quinn said, yawning. She's obviously very sleepy. And still very beautiful even though she has no make up on.  To be honest I'd prefer her looking like this, just marry me already.

"It's fineeee! We're friends right?" Snow wiggled his brows before taking the paper bag with clothes in it from Quinn's hand. Quinn entered the room without hesitation, and sleepily plopped down the sofa. Not noticing the naked guy passed out on the floor.

Snow gave the paper bag to Gula and Gula gladly accepted it and put it inside her bag.

"Why are you waking people up this early. Don't you guys know what sleep is. Is this how genius people function." Quinn said, half awake.

Snow snickered. "Not like you're sleeping anyways. Stop fibbing."

That jolted Quinn awake. She squinted her eyes at Snow for a whole second before crossing her arms and legs. "How did you you know that I'm still awake?" She raised a delicate brow.

"Eye bags, pale complexion, the smell of coffee, and your eyes looked a bit dilated, you've been in a dark room with only your phone as your light source." Snow smirked and looked suspiciously at Quinn. "Who have you been texting Miss Rodriguez?"

Quinn's jaw tightened and I had to sip from my coffee because of that. Who the fuck is it this time.

"None of your business Snow." Quinn spat.

Snow shrugged at that and gave Gula some things I don't know. "And you said you'll break up with him. That's sad Quinn. You disappoint me." Snow added distastefully.

"What—you know, I don't care whether you approve or not." Quinn's voice suddenly shot up a decibel higher and her face is flushed. I drank from my cup again. Just watching this exchange makes my blood boil.

"Probably." Snow shrugged. "But you know yourself you're being pathetic, right?" Quinn's about to protest but Snow shot her down before she could. "I thought you're smarter than this." Snow gave her a dark look and Quinn started backing down to her seat.

"Your grades are failing, Quinn. You think we don't know that? I saw you the other day, talking to one of your professors." Quinn looked shocked at this revelation. "What will your parents say if you, the top notcher in dentistry suddenly gets a failing mark? I'm not preaching. But I just wanted to let you know that you're being gaslighted by Justin and it hurts to see that." He seriously said.

When Snow gets like this, it's a cue for me to not talk. Because when Snow lectures people it's better to just listen. I drank the whole cup and tried to make another. This is stressing me out more than my sins leaving my body.

I heard Quinn sigh. "You're right. I'm sorry." She mumbled. "You're probably mad at me too aren't you, Frank?" When she said that I was so surprised that I accidentally swallowed my saliva and coughed so loud.

I turned to look at her and smiled. "I'm not—"

"Don't give her that, Stein. If you're so soft she'll just do it again." Snow interrupted. He's right. I can't let my feelings get the best of me. So I sighed and looked at her brown orbs.

"I'm disappointed." And heartbroken for that matter. "I'm not mad. I just thought. . . You're better off without him. And I thought, you know that yourself. But I guess you didn't." I let disappointment and sadness color my tone. Fuck, now she looks like she's about to cry.

"But whatever makes you happy. It's still your decision." I looked at her, trying to find her eyes and when it finally met mine I held it locked on me. "Are you happy?" Damn, I almost said I love you.

"Temporary happiness doesn't mean a squat, right? I deserve better, right?" She asked, smiling a little. I nodded at her. You deserve so much more.

"I guess when you guys say it, that must mean you're right." She added, trying to be cheerful.

I shrugged and she laughed.

"Maybe, but we could be wrong." Snow snickered so I threw a spoon at his direction.

"Uhm, who are these people?" She finally asked. She also looked at Luxuria with confusion and disgust.

"They're Stein's relatives. That's why I borrowed clothes from you. You see, they left home so they have nothing." I forced myself to stop fidgeting. I'm nervous as of the moment. What if she found out we're lying?

"Oh, is that so? Hi! What's your name?" Quinn asked Gula.

"Gula." Gluttony quietly said with her harpy voice.

"That's a weird name." She laughingly said. "Hi there, I'm Quinn Rodriguez."

"Hello." Gula mumbled. "I should get going now. Thank you for the clothes."

"You're very much welcome. Take care Gula." Quinn smiled at her sweetly. I want to cry. She's so kind.

Gula looked at me and jumped up to hug me. I hugged her back and she buried her face on my neck. Ow! She bit me! "Goodbye Dr. Stein. I'll miss you." She said before releasing me and walked to the door.

"You two looks so close, is she your sister?" Quinn asked excitedly after Gula closed the door behind her.

"Uhm, no. . ."

"Stein's an only child." Snow interjected.

"She's my cousin."

"Is he your cousin too?" Quinn asked, pointing at Lust, still splayed out on the floor.

"Uh, yeah. He'll leave probably later or tomorrow."

"And you should too, because we have classes, so Ciao!" Snow said and tried to push Quinn out the door.

"Hey!" Quinn prostested. "A thank you would be nice!"

"Whatever!" Snow pushed her outside before slamming the door shut.

"Thank you. . ." I quietly mumbled under my breath.

7:00 a.m.

"What do you mean Lust's missing?!" I shrieked. Oh no, we can't let him run loose right now. I haven't even talked to him yet.

"It means what it means." Snow sighed. "When I got out my room after preparing, he was nowhere to be found." He explained and looked at me sternly. "But calm down. We'll find him later after our classes." He tapped my shoulder. Then as if he remembered something he snapped his fingers and said, "Gula took all of the food in the fridge."

"She what?!" She said she just brought snacks!

A knock on the door caught us by surprise. I stood up and opened it, only to find our landlady looking glum.

"Frank, I have bad news for you guys." She started. Oh great, did we ever forget to pay our bills? "It's been two months since you boys paid the rent." Oh, so we did.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Foster we'll definitely pay next time."

"That what you said last time."

"Mrs. Foster—"

"Frank, it's either you two pack your things up, or you pay." She said with a finality tone. "I knew that it would be too much for you two to handle."

"Then how about, we add one more?" Snow interjected while snapping his fingers and sliding between me and Mrs. Foster. "If two people can't pay the rent, maybe three could. We'll find a very rich guy to stay with us and pay for our loans and then we can just settle the payment with him." He suggested, popping the letter 'm' with a grin.

"No can do, young man."

"Please Mrs. Foster? Pleeeease? Just give us a week. We'll find a guy. I promise." And there goes Rindelle Snow, working his charms on old ladies.

Mrs. Foster sighed and gave us both a warning look. "One week." She said and took her leave.

I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Where will we even find a rich guy that will pay our loans?" I groaned inwardly realizing I just had another problem to work on. I grabbed my bag on the sofa. Snow did the same and we both headed for the door and locked it behind us.

7:05 a.m.

"Where do you think Lust is?" I asked conventionally while walking side by side with Snow.

"I don't know man, don't ask me. I'm not his Father A.K.A alter ego." He rolled his eyes.

He's got a point. I sighed again.

"Mate, if you keep on sighing, happiness will permanently get away from you." Snow teased. I don't really care right now.

I'm in my moment of despair when we witnessed a student wearing the med tech uniform from our school, crossing the road, and got hit by a car that abruptly stopped.

People looked at him with a mixture of shock and concern. Then the guy who was just hit stood up angrily like nothing happened and looked at the person driving the car.

"I don't have fucking time for this I'm going to be late!" He screeched and got on his way, half running.

If that didn't sum up college life, I don't know what will.

Snow started laughing beside me. I don't have the leisure to laugh because I'll probably do the same thing the guy just did. And I'm down in the dumps right now. I'm broke, Luxuria is missing and Gula took all our food. Wow, if that also didn't sum up college life then your college life probably sucks and boring.

When we got to school everything went by a flash. Snow and I dropped some of our minor subjects on our first and second year so we can focus on our major, that's why we had to take them now because it's our last year—which is super boring for me—so we had some classes that we decided to take together.

Like math for instance, it was calculus and our professor was so pissed at us. First off, I was nodding off my seat. Second, it wasn't my fault his class is too boring. Third, he was yelling out of frustration and Rindelle Snow is giggling because of the professor's rage.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW BASIC MATH? DO YOU KNOW ADDITION? WHAT'S TWO PLUS TWO JOHNNY, WHAT'S TWO PLUS TWO?" The prof screeched and poor Johnny wasn't even paying attention. I saw Snow leaned over to him and whispered "seven." And so Johnny blurted out "SEVEN." I have never laughed harder and I doubt I ever will.

Then there was this teacher who was very awkward and he told us he killed his cat accidentally by sitting on it. So for the rest of the semester every time he sat down everyone would meow violently. That class was super fun. All we did is tease him and he would just glare sadly at us.

Then before I knew it I was halfway done for the day and Snow and I are just chilling on the cafeteria waiting for our next and last class.

"I've found the one who would pay for our loans—I mean, stay with us on the dorm." He said with an evil smirk.

"Oh yeah?" I yawned. "You sure?"

"Yep. Just you wait."

Then history came. This professor seemingly liked overzealous students and so he hates me, Snow and another student.

"Define history Mister Stiles."

"The study of past events, particularly in human affairs." The guy named Stiles answered.

"Will you please elaborate?" The old man condescendingly raised a brow.

"But I just told you—"

"And I said elaborate." The jerk said.

"What the heck? I made it simple!"

"You're going to be doctors. Explaining complex things should come easy for you."

Some student raised their hand and he called on to them. "A continuous, systematic narrative of past events as relating to a particular people, country, period, person, etc., usually written as a chronological account; chronicle: a history of France; a medical history of the patient." They answered.

The old jerk gaped at the student and clapped. "Excellent."

What the fuck. It's just the same and this old jerk wants to hear some jaw dropping complex shit that he didn't even fucking understand.

Stiles scratched his head on confusion. "But that's what I just said!" He complained.

"Choice of words, mister Stiles."

Stiles sat down defeatedly. I almost lashed out at the professor for doing this shitty teaching method. We're supposed to learn things in a simple way, how the fuck would we learn by making things complex as they are? But before I could do something about it, Snow raised his right hand.

"Yes?"

"The magic wand with which I pour out the workings of my soul onto a white blank page cascades from my fingertips onto the cold, unforgiving ground." Snow said and I have never laughed so loud in the classroom because of anything. Everyone looked confusedly at us.

"What?" The old jerk asked. Stupid slow old man.

"I dropped my pen on the floor. Can I get it?" The twat innocently asked and the jerk looked like a fuse from his brain just blown.

"Why didn't you just say that?!"

"Well, Stiles already tried. It didn't work, did it?" He smirked victoriously and we all know that when a teacher tells you to get out, that's how you know you won the argument.

And for some idiotic reason, I was told to get out too. With Snow and Stiles.

"Oh my god. I have never met someone who can do that." Stiles said in between laughs.

"Well, congrats! You finally did." I rolled my eyes and he just kept laughing.

"By the way my name's Hunter Stiles. Nice to meet you both." He smiled. . . Wait, I remember him!

"You're the guy who got hit by a car this morning!" I blurted out and he looked at me by surprise.

Scratching his head, he bit his lip and looked embarrassingly at us. "Yeah. . . I was pretty late and that goddamned car just had to fucking hit me."

"Are you even okay?"

"Yep. No bones fractured. Besides, I wasn't hit that hard." He beamed.

"Stiles, you're looking for a dorm, right?" Snow interjected.

"Yeah—how did you