In the dessert just beyond the borders of the city, under a lonely oak tree, there is an abandoned garden shed. The rumour is so, but who can believe a rumour, especially when it talks of a tree in the middle of the desert? How absurd, how absurd indeed.
But that is how the rumour goes, and that is where the oak tree is, supposedly. The garden shed is a ridiculous idea to entertain, though, as ridiculous as the tree.
The rumour goes on to say that if you open the weary old door of the garden shed, you will see a shelf of supplies, colour coded from violet to red. Find a white bottle of pesticide and aim the nozzle at the ground. Press down. Prepare yourself for a moment of weightlessness, and then plummet into the tube the retreating floor left in its wake.
They say you will find yourself in a secret chamber, though not alike the one in Hogwarts, mind you. They say nobody has ever gone down, not a soul, except one.
One whom the world never saw again.
Xxxx
"Are you absolutely sure about this?"
"Naturally. This is perfect."
"But-"
"Dumbass, trust me."
The subject being addressed sniffed indignantly, sticking out his tongue at the one beside him, the one who is his partner. They call him Basileus. That is not his name.
Basileus, or so we shall currently call him, would have turned around and given him a glare, but his eyes were occupied at the moment. The view that night was magnificent, yet it did not draw his eyes away from the man, one who seemed as ordinary as any other.
The man left a luggage in the train station. The luggage held a bomb. They have three minutes.
"Let's go," he said, voice snatched away by the wind before they could reach the other's ears. It does not matter, for the other is deaf. They call him Necauris, which is as you guessed, not his name.
"Okay," Necauris replied. He might not be a good listener, but to make up for that flaw he'd spent all his life learning how to read lips, and now he is perfect at that.
The night was silent, the people were not. They took no notice of the figures darting from shadow to shadow. They didn't feel the absence of the suitcase.
Only the night saw the gloved fingers that snatched the suitcase away.
Xxxx
"Hey, Basil, this isn't a bomb."
"Don't call me that, and this totally is a bomb."
"No, bombs do not come attached with a note. Look."
"Lemme see. To the infamous superhero duo Basileus and Necauris. Fooled you again, didn't I? Emoji. This is a warning for last week's fiasco. Keep your noses away from my business. More emoji. Or else. –The Imperator."
Necauris frowned, this is serious business. Being a superhero (a sidekick, actually) is already enough work. Now they have a self proclaimed villain to deal with as well? Come on, give him a break! Being handicapped is hard enough already.
Basileus sighed, "Stop being so angsty, dumbass. We need to come up with a strategy to counter this guy." A natural strategist, it is understandable that he would want to devise something or another for them to fall back on.
"You better not come up with another uselessly nefarious plot, Kageyama."
That's right, the main protagonist of the story is Kageyama, a dark haired individual with superpowers. Wow, who could've imagined, what a surprise! He fights crimes under the alias 'Basileus' along with his ("Equally awesome, mind you!") sidekick, Necauris, also known as-
"Hinata, dumbass, that's where you come in."
All heroes, no matter how powerful, have their own Achilles Heel and their own demons to fight. Kageyama is no different.
Xxxx
"Shotto, did you see them?" Another sidekick asked his superhero curiously, shadowed by the darkness of the night.
"Yeah, they're gone. Honestly, I can't believe them, messing with the Imperator is a stupid thing to do. They have once again left me in awe of their folly. Pathetic, really."
The superhero scoffed, clearly disappointed with the duo. "Come on, Fura. Time to go."
"Okay, Shotto."