Two teenagers walked out of a retro-style building. One was tall and pale, with short black hair and emerald green eyes that could light up the night sky. The other was about the average height for her age, with long curly black hair and inhumanly-white skin. "Oh my God! I totally beat your ass at Street Fighter!!" The young woman yelled, giggling with delight. "No you didn't! I let you win, Rocori!" The boy snapped back with a frown.
"Sure, Maximus. And pigs fly." Maximus scoffed, then cracked a ghost of a smile. "That was fun. Thanks for hanging out with me, Rocori." Rocori grinned. "Of course, man! You're my best friend." Maximus responded to this by ruffling Rocoris hair, which in turn made the woman punch him in the face. She then proceeded to run away from Maximus, who chased after her, cursing her out in Russian as they ran off into the distance.
This was a moment both Maximus and Rocori would remember for the rest of their lives. It was the last time they saw each other. Maximus moved to Arcana to live with his brother, who was a police officer. They texted, but eventually lost contact. Then, 10 years later, they met again. Although this time, it wasn't pleasant.
Maximus Kovalev wasn't Maximus Kovalev anymore. He was Officer Striker.
And he wanted Rocori dead.
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once upon a time..
Fantasya series of small stories/poems about c!roco and other related characters (these are canon to the story) part of the hunt/unfinished symphony universe created by @timberrr_
