"YOU HAVE A GUN? WELL I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE!"
EVERYONE KNEW THAT THE CITY OF MAGNOLIA WAS RUN BY GANGSTERS. THE city was divided into zones each run by one of the six dragons, they were deadly, heartless mobsters who left a t...
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WHEN STING AND ROGUE WERE TWELVE YEARS OLD, THEY HAD GOTTEN INTO A PHYSICAL CLASH WITH TWO OTHER STUDENTS. That was what Rogue had called it when explaining it to their teachers, then their fathers. Sting had called it an absolute smack down, a one-sided fight, he had absolutely floored his 'enemy'. His enemy was some other kid who stole his crayon and said he put too much gel in his hair.
He narrated his tale with wild eyes and frantic hand jesters. The blonde took great pride in explaining his 'battle' to almost every poor soul who had the misfortune to walk past him. Rogue cackled when some random ginger guy with a metal arm, who was twice his size said that he could take him on if he wanted.
Sting may have peed his pants. Just a little bit
"Dad! You don't get it I folded the clown like a newspaper! Didn't I Rogue!?"
Twelve-year-old Rogue just blinked at Sting before he sunk into the leather car seat.
"Yeah after he punched you in the jaw. You made a funny sound when you hit the floor though, like a chicken being punched in the throat. If anything, it was good entertainment."
"I'll fold you too Emo reject!
Skirdurm scoffed in the driver seat as they stopped at the light. "No one is folding anyone in my car."
Rogue had been more observant than Sting during that time. He had noticed the disapproving glares of both of their fathers. Sting didn't which wasn't a surprise. You know, small brain things. He didn't seem to notice or care about the annoyed grunts or 'shut the fuck up you stupid pre-teen' looks from his father.
That was eleven years ago. Some things never change.
"My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined."
Weisslogia spat at the two boys in the back seat. Skiadrum was in the driver seat, his hands on the wheel and foot on the gas. His disappointment was also immeasurable and his day was also ruined. The two older men had been having a nice day, they went on a walk, delt with some business and were about to have a much-needed sleep after playing among us for two hours. However, the two younger (and not as cool) versions of themselves decided that they didn't deserve happiness.
"And I blame the two of you."
Sting and Rogue both grumbled like children in the back of the car.
"It wasn't our fault! It was that off branded, homeless looking sonics fault!" Sting yelled. His arms crossed over his chest as he glared at the back of his fathers' seat. "He was messing with Y/N again!"
