‘Like a Lotus which rises from the mud each and every morning untainted from the darkness. I too wish to rise from the darkness of which I lay. But at last I am not like a Lotus, therefore I shall wallow in this darkness I call my own and wither and become one with it. Darkness is my friend and only comfort from the bitterness of which I have done. Oh dear Lotus blossom how I do wish I could learn from you, but at last I am not like you, I am the raven that watches you from the shadow of the old willow. A raven that watches and weeps hoping one day death will no longer be associated with it.’ A sigh echoed across the silent roof. A guy sat back against a fence that separated him from the edge of the roof. Light glistened up from the busy city street, neon lights glared and flickered from signs all around the mostly empty office building. The guy stood closing the notebook in one hand as he put a dull gray lion mask on which only covered the top half of his face. Once he tucked the book away he leaped atop the fence and looked down at the street far below judging the distance he would have to fall to reach his target. He had the distance in the matter of seconds, after that he closed his eyes and fell. His brown hair whipped around along with the white fur that lined his black jacket. He snapped his red-orange eyes open and flipped over so his feet were towards the ground as he stopped his free fall with his gloves that had razor sharp claws protruding from the fingers. He looked over his shoulder down at the street making sure no one saw him or could see him. From there he cut through the thick glass to his left making a hole large enough for him to get in.
“This would be so much easier if this damn building wasn't littered with antimagic runes,” the brunet grumbled carefully pushing the somewhat large glass circle into the room he was going to enter. Once he was in he placed the section of the window carefully onto the floor. He glanced around as he did so his eyes landed on a mirror. Cursing all the gods of magic he strayed away from the mirror and into the dark hallway, he didn't have time to ask or receive questions. Silently he made his way towards the only occupied office in the building. His target an elderly man under the ruse of a humble businessman smuggled guns and other merchandise in and out of the country sat in that office. The brunet shook his head disgusted his target was discussing selling other people as if he was selling cookies. He pushed the door open staying out of sight causing the old man to stop talking and lower his phone.
“Who’s there?” Irish accent thick in the old man's voice.
“You dare try to dirty my name in your filthy business? I am Leone and I don’t take kindly to people who sell human lives away like candy,” the brunet snarled walking into the room. The mans face paled and he dropped his phone.
“Leone, ple-please let me explain! I-I meant no disrespect,” the man pleaded.
“Am I supposed to believe you?” Leone inquired slowly walking up to the man's desk picking up the discarded phone and crushed it in his hand. The man whimpered at the display of strength. The man didn't get a chance to make another sound as Leone attacked him digging four of his claws deep into the man's throat severing every vital thing in doing so.
“That is what you get for using my name for your sick and twisted business.” Leone spat standing over the now dead old man. Leone walked over to the empty wall and used his bloody claw to make his signature mark. Once that was done he left.
At his home he discarded his gloves and mask opting to clean them later as he walked over to a mirror. The reflection in the mirror wasn't truly him, that brunet had a carmel gaze rather than a red-orange one.
“Tsuna,” Leone greeted.
“Leone,” Tsuna greeted as well.
“No I haven’t had any luck in finding away to reverse the damn curse the old hag put on us,” Leone grunted before Tsuna had a chance to speak. Tsuna looked down and away.
“I am starting to think you don't want to find it,” Tsuna muttered. Leone froze, his train of thought crashing to a halt.
“Look, you knew who I was before this whole mess started. So don't be shocked that I don't want to. You are the best magic user I've ever seen, and me I was and am the best assassin anyone has ever seen, but I lacked magic and you lacked strength, agility, and the ability to walk. Personally I only want to undo the curse enough for us two switch who is in control. I don't want to be separated.” Leone stated once he gathered his thoughts. Tsuna said nothing and faded out of the mirror leaving Leone’s own reflection standing there.
“Damn it!!” Leone growled plopping onto the bed running his hands through his hair. He flopped onto his back looking at the ceiling he knew there was no way to fully break the curse and it angered him to see his friend so upset, but what could he do.
