This is just a frienship, you will find out why if you keep reading. There will only be some light stuff like "references" and maybe some "implied messages". 

This is a fantasy situation, they are my OC's. There are powers such as fire, water, telekinesis, invisibility and a lot more. If you don't like this then go away, it’s not hard.

The appereance of my character(s) could be slightly be hard to grasp and I am sorry for that, I will explain things best I can.

There will be graphic scenes with things like blood, description of injuries, ptsd, trauma, scars and ect. I am sorry for this and if you do not feel comfortable with it then please click of the book.

I am only going to be posting about once every couple weeks, if not longer since I am using something else to write this on, then re-reading it, then copying it and pasting it over. Please be patient.

That is all really, this is just a short introduction or as I would call it, a base line. Thank you for your attention, I do this at the start as to avoid more cliffhangers than necessary and to not ruin the mood/vibe/experience/trance reading experience.

I will keep this short so you can hopefully keep reading.

From Me, Bye! 🤚

The sunlight was glowing through the window as a beautiful Sunday morning was here, the sky was a clear blue and the sun was shining down on the world as if to say, “hello, good morning.“. It was a lovely morning… unless you are a 22 year old boy named Leon, in that case it may not be so shining. Leon was on a mission, one that was life or death… what to wear? Leon was filling in for his dad at an annual meeting, it was being held at the keiichi family Estate.

The meeting he was attending would be a relatively boring one… if it was not for the fact that all the mob bosses, of all the ranks would be there… well the ones that were friends with the keiichi family anyway, which is still a lot. 

It was currently 1pm, the meeting didn't start until 3pm but that didn't sooth Leons nerves, he was representing his entire family and their allies. Leon wasn't the strongest boy or even a extra-ordinary kid, he had a reputation only within his family, he didn't have many powers, only invisibility which was often considered weak or cowardly, and telekinesis which was a strong power, if he knew how to control it properly.

Considering everything about him, Leon was pretty average, except for of course his mob connections, that was the only thing “not normal“ about him, and he believed it too. 

Leon never knew what to say around his father, or other mobsters. Leons mother died when he was 9 years old, he was used to nannies, or on a occasions his father. Leon never really complained about it, he had always seen what happened to people less fortunate then him. His dad's name was Harold, or if you were his enemy his name was “the hammer”, a very overrated name for a mob boss but he made it work. Harold was respected, feared and greedy, he always had enough for what they needed, but he wanted to get his way all the time, Leon had grown custom to this and he adapted. Leons dad, while always a little distant, he wasn't a bad father, he was just… difficult to deal with.

The time was now 2pm, and Leon was entering the “serenity stage”, it is when you come out of one panic attack, and your body tries to relax before another one.

Then, a very well theatrical timed knock at the door…

“may I come in?“ it was leons dad, he had heard the stamping feet of panic as Leon tried to get a good outfit together.

“of course, father. What is it?“ Leon asked his father, trying to not show his panic and anxiety about the meeting, the masking wasn't really convicing, but who wanted to show feelings anyway.

“I heard you pacing about up here, are you alright? it may seem like a big deal, but remember, all you have to do is show up, be polite and say your peace on behalf of the family.“ Leons dad said to him reassuringly, they were wise words of experience and trust, it was this or forcing him to go, this was worth a shot first.

“it is still a big deal to me, you have been to the meeting many times before, I'm new at this and… w… what if I mess up somehow, I don't want to let you down, father.“ Leon answered truthfully, he was giving up on himself and feeling the pressure of being an adult now. He couldn't help but think about how much of a cliché this was, to confess and dramatically drag the interaction out. But oh well.

“there is nothing you can mess up, just be polite, respectful and weary.“ 

his dad said to Leon making him feel better with words of encouragement, this was a step in the right direction for Leons dad, he hadn't ever shown this much care, then again Leon had never shown this much emotion about something related to business before either.

“I just don't want to make a fool of myself, or the family.“ Leon said to his father, Leon felt scared, vulnerable and slightly embarrassed about everything now.

“you won't, after all you are my son, we have been doing this for generations.” His father said, looking more hopeful with each word, though it was clear he didn't quite know what to say either.

“alright, father, I trust your judgement.“ Leon said to his dad, Leon had a little more confidence in himself then he did 5 minutes before this conversation took place. But let's be honest, not much can prepare someone for a meeting with some of the most powerful people in the world.

Meanwhile, something dramatic is happening…

In a not so far away land, someone is doing something in a dramatic and cool fashion, still managing to be absolutely terrifying, let me introduce our “creator of chaos” and the “inspiration of fear”… 

“Th… the Silence“ a man said, he was broken, bruised and shocked… literally, these were his final moments, he looked up at the dark figure with fearful and accepting eyes, he is welcoming death without grace but with peace. He was bleeding out onto the pavement, he was maybe late twenties or early thirties, and this is how he dies… brutal.

“hm, you are less impressive then I thought you'd be, after all you are the legendary Richard Mihosa, the owner of the docks and commander of minds… hmh, you are just a minion, a rat in the sewers, a cog in the machine. Let me give you grace of telling you this before the unknown welcomes you.“ the voice said, the figure took out a sword and stabbed his heart…

it was a bloody and ruthless morning for some, being a beautiful and shining morning for others, as well as a stressful and panicky morning for the odd ones out. This was going to be an incredibly weird day for everyone. With blood on the person’s clothes they said,

“why do I always wear white, ugh“, the figure walked away from the scene. Not before leaving behind a note, they’re signature, a peice of paper that was written in Latin, originally it said,

“Silentium semper venit“, which has been translated by many people from all backgrounds, gangs, members of the public and likely the police as well, in English it meant, “The Silence will always come.“ a warning and reminder that The Silence, is always there.