This is the Prologue to an idea I had. Read and Review. :)
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My twin brother and I have been told through our adolescent years, by various renowned experts in the field hired by our father, that we have this... this Antisocial Personality Disorder. At age fifteen I had my fill of pointless efforts to "help us" as they put it. Jim was having a bit of fun tormenting the psychologists and doctors, but it was an utter waste of my time. So I spent the months between our fifteenth and sixteenth birthday learning everything there was to know about my father, especially his Business Empire.

For our sixteenth birthday, I gave Jim the left side of our dear father's brain. I kept the right side as a token for myself. Although Jim appreciated the gift, he was angry that I did not let him have any part of the fun. So I told him to have at it with the chef and her help. I always found the stew salty in any case.

Jim spent two weeks entertaining them in the cellar. I spent that time taking over my father's company since he so generously left it to us in his will. A few well placed bills and a nice dramatic, sappy and inspired speech to the board was enough to silence their doubts and get things moving. My solicitor took care of the more tedious paperwork. Naturally my new position in the business world was kept quiet. The press was feed some story about the board running the company until Jim and I were an appropriate age. They completely disregarded that fact that we could legally take over since we were already sixteen. Even I understood that the general masses would frown upon two sixteen year olds running a massive enterprise like M Tech. Not to mention what would happen to our shares.

From then on, Jim and I completed our education with the help of various tutors while running our company. We decided to go to University to see what it was like. Really, it was Jim's idea but the poor boy did not want to go alone. Who was I to deny my dear brother? Naturally, I studied business and philosophy, while Jim studied computer science and technology. And then, of course, we shared our knowledge with each other. Imagine my surprise when Jim tells me he took drama courses; even considered it as a minor. But it made sense, Jim rather does love action.

It was in our second year when work got a bit more fun. I took a risk. I don't normally, but it was tempting and there was so much potential. And the reward was great and it was so ridiculously easy. Everybody wanted drugs. So who were we to deny them? It was demand and supply just as the balding professor monotonously repeated every single class. So simple. Jim and I were quick studies in that market. We tried some, but it was rather nauseating. So we sold it instead. We could only go up from there.

Our business expanded into more lucrative exploits and we sat back and reaped the rewards. We appointed a figurehead to run M Tech while we worked behind the scenes and under the tables. Jim's drama minor finally proved itself useful to me. I can still remember Jim's smug smile. It was a Kodak moment. My twin brother can be so cute sometimes. Eventually we had a hand in all the crime syndicates that mattered in Ireland, and controlled the rest. We continued at it for years. We played the people splendidly. But then it started getting boring, repetitive. Tedious.

Thankfully, Jim (god bless his sweet soul) suggested we branch further. Say, London? How ambitious, I think. But Jim was always quite the reckless one. We tried.

We almost succeeded.

I had already had plans in place to branch further from London but then they were ruined, by a rookie up-and-coming government lackey no less. We were so close! The humiliation still burns my face every time I think about it. Poor Jim had to be bailed out of jail for quite a hefty sum since he was the face of that operation. My dear brother, caged in with those repulsive, common criminals thanks to this Mycroft Holmes. I was angry. I was in an absolute rage because that had not been a part of the plan. But we learned from that. I knew when to say I lost. Jim and I cut our losses and retreated to Ireland to regroup and start again. Mycroft came close, too close. He would pay.

The game was just beginning.

We decided to circumvent London for the while and keep our eyes on things there while we progressed. I then went to France while Jim travelled to Portugal. It was the first time we were apart, but we are no sentimental fools. Four years later we were both in Norway. We were right on schedule. It was a day in June when Jim showed me the website, the Science of Deduction, by one, Sherlock Holmes.

Holmes. We haven't spoken that word in years. Mycroft was still a sore spot for me despite Jim's assurances that I will get to burn him soon. It could never be soon enough. Mycroft has a brother. It was shocking, to say the least, that I overlooked that bit of information. I was ashamed of my lack of diligence, especially for something so crucial. Bless my dear brother Jim for finding this. It was only natural that I let him play with this new toy first. After all, he was the one to discover it. With many of my cautions in mind, Jim set of for London once again while I stayed in London to conduct our business. It would set us behind schedule in Norway, but we at least got a head start in London.

It was twenty-two months and twelve days later when I receive a call from a Sebastian Moran saying Sherlock Holmes and Jim Moriarty is dead. My brother. Dead.

It will never be soon enough Mycroft.

Hope you liked it! R & R