Observation of a Fellow Conman
Aiber, a deceivingly charming man, was used to being the center of attention. With his way with words and magnetic personality, attention was not hard to come by for him. That's why he was rather surprised when he stepped into the Task Force headquarters building, and all eyes weren't instantly on him.
It was an entirely new world.
The whole reason he had become a conman was for the thrill of it (and what's life without a little danger?) but this was a completely different game, in a way. More lives at risk, more wealth to lose, the fate of the world, even, rested on the shoulders of this small yet mighty group. He couldn't help but notice (good observation skills were a necessary trait he possessed) at the center of it all, the bright young man holding this total organization together. But there was something off about this boy, and it wasn't just the literal chain attaching him to the "leader" of this strange world.
The boy was passionate and sincere in his motives it seemed, never letting any one person stray too far from their noble goal, but something just didn't seem right. He was too perfect, too wise for his years yet too innocent to be real – but whoever said he had to be real?
Aiber could sense the deception, the little white lies lurking behind the boy's every word.
The years went by, and the uneasy feeling grew stronger and stronger. Every time Aiber saw that boy, he could practically see the deceits and trickery on his face until one day, that boy walked through those same doors a man, every last glimmer of innocence gone from those cunning eyes. The years had hardened the boy, but he just smiled at Aiber and carried on, despite the fact that his world was crumbling down right before his own conceited façade. But Aiber would just return the smile, perhaps exchanging small talk over things that neither of them particularly cared about. He couldn't let this boy out-con a master, after all.
Alas, all games, even fun ones (especially fun ones), must come to an end. The boy, tired and no longer amused by this silly form of entertainment, ended Aiber's life. Aiber simply applied the same smile that had gotten him everywhere and yet nowhere all at once and accepted his fate, leaving this world as nothing more than a conman.
A/N I got bored so I tried writing about a minor character. I hope it turned out alright. :)