Mo ye
Mo Ye sneezed, hard enough to snap his head forward Four times in a row….
Edwin slapped his back and laughed loud. "What's this? Has the great ViperaL'Ombra caught a cold?"
Mo Ye rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, scowling. "what cold Stop kidding. I'm not sick. Just tired."
"Yeah, sure," Edwin drawled, still grinning. He leaned against the bar counter, glass spinning between his fingers.
Mo Ye rolled his eyes and stood. The chair scraped across the floor.
Edwin arched a brow. "Already?"
"Tomorrow."
That was all Mo Ye said before heading for the door.
Edwin watched him go, grin slipping. The way Mo Ye's figure bled into the shadows was uncanny. Like the city had been waiting to swallow him whole.
Outside, the night pressed close, cold wind whipping at his coat. The streets were almost empty just the hum of neon signs and the distant growl of a motorcycle. He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked.
The nickname followed him everywhere: Vipera L'Ombra. The Shadow Viper. A name whispered like a warning, though no one ever said it to his face. He loved it. He carried it always.
He told Edwin he was tired. That was half true. The other half? The dreams.
He clenched his jaw. He didn't dream often. But when he did… it was her. Always her. Fiorella.
And they were always fighting only ever fighting he sighed tiredly and shoved the thought away, pulling his collar high against the wind. His steps melted into the dark, leaving only the echo of his name hanging in the air.
Vipera L'Ombra.
Mo Ye slammed the door shut with his shoulder, boots heavy against the floorboards. The hallway swallowed him whole, pitch-black. He dragged a hand along the wall, palm smacking, fingers fumbling. Slap.. Slap... Slap seriously He cursed under his breath until finally the light flickered on and
light bled across the room, harsh and white. He squinted, then grinned at his own reflection in the mirror by the door.
"Can we just" he pointed at himself, lips curling into a smirk, "take a moment? Appreciate this man Hm? Because, damn, I have taste. Everything Design? Yes, I do." He spun on his heel, gesturing toward the furniture like he was showing off a gallery. "Look at this place Look at me. Pure Perfection." "if Fi was her she would laugh at my words"
The silence that followed made him laugh under his breath. He shook his head, shoulders sagging now that the performance was over.
He headed for the kitchen, opening the fridge with his foot. The cold air slapped him in the face. He grabbed a carton, poured juice into a glass without caring if it spilled, and leaned against the counter.
The drink was cold, sharp, and did nothing to cool the heat running through his veins just what he needed. He tipped the glass back, emptied it, set it down on the counter.
Another night y'know
He rubbed at his eyes and muttered, voice cracking low, "Another night to see your face. Let's hope we don't fight this time."
He stood there tiredly as he listened to the hum of the fridge filling the space, waiting for the silence to answer back
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The dream always left mo ye wandering what if he didn't go to china will his life be a terrible one?....
This dream was a memory of when mo ye was only 5yrs old and met his current master mo wei and was taken to china to live in the mountains with him
The dream shifted to when mo ye was able to beat his master after 20 long years of training up in the mountains, fasting and meditation for long hours sometimes days.
Mo ye woke up smiling,he was always happy when he remembered his master "oh i need to call master "he thought
Already picking up his phone shifu he said with a smile
I will come home soon
Mo wei smiled hearing this and replied
Mo ye was his blood,sweat and tears and mo ye never once made him regret it, mo ye was the first and only living being that could defeat mo wei whose internal strength was unfathomable and his kungfu went beyond fighting skills into a higher realm of immortals,mind and principles
Mo wei was very proud and mo ye knew this too... Shifu he said sadly
"Do not dwell on the past,come home lets meditate and find the answer"
"Does shifu think i made her hate me?"
She couldn't understand your life properly maybe she will much later
Mo ye smiled alittle in understanding "I'm coming home shifu".