I honestly can't remember what catalyzed this desire. All I know is I've admired shadowbrokers for as long as I can remember. Was it a certain anime? Or was it a manga-or a movie? Eh, I guess it doesn't matter. I was all in for anything that featured a mastermind, or an eminence in shadow as I like to call them. These characters were never the protagonists or final bosses but were relegated to a role behind the scenes where they flaunted their powers and meddled in the affairs of others. I've always looked up to the men in the shadows. I wanted to be one of them. Think of children who worship their favorite superheroes. That was me but with master puppeteers. Well, there was one thing that set us apart: My reverence for them wasn't short-lived. In fact, it buried itself deeper in my heart, never dying out and always guiding me through life. To become stronger, I learned everything from karate to boxing, from swordplay to mixed martial arts. I hammed it up during all my practices, concealing my true power from the world and preparing for the fated day. "What is he even mumbling in the dead of the night?" complained the brown-haired boy laying on his side in the other bed. Ayanokouji pretends to be sound asleep and a cold mid-night breeze enters the supposed closed window. He sighs. "What a drag..." -------------x Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters involved in the story, credits to both original authors. Prepared for OOC especially to Kiyotaka. Anyway, have fun and enjoy
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