@snowfragments // find the bug
It’s been a week or so ( probably going onto the second week now ) that Fushimi detected a brief breach in his security and he wondered who could even be capable of doing that; there were not many people who could get past the complexities of his coding. A challenge? He had smirked at his monitor when it first happened, tracing their code that they used to worm their way through his database ( at least everything was untouched ) but they didn’t go beyond the GATES. Or what he’d like to call the security in this situation - it was like he was being teased on purpose. For what reason? It happened the next day, and the day after that. Fushimi hums to himself, tracking down the location of the source after some digging and it was within the metropolis area; close to here, huh? Perhaps the way they didn’t HIDE was just begging for the expert hacker to go find them, did they want to play? Perhaps if they found out who he is, then they’d understand he didn’t back down from a challenge or to play a game of hide and seek. Hide, seek and DESTROY, was more like it. Time to move, staying at HQ would warrant no results. Day one consisted of finding an abandoned apartment, tracing down their location after the recent attack and he could tell that this residence was recently lived in. It still looked lived in but no longer, they left in haste. The next couple days were a repeat of this, so he decided to keep tabs of the places he looked and calculating where they’d end up next - there were only so many places that were actually up for RENT. After being left with nothing but dead ends and an endless search, he calculated the other hacker’s pattern; finally arriving early to the next place without even awaiting a beckoning attack on security to say ‘come find me’. The door was unlocked, very unusual but oddly WELCOMING; were they even here? Fushimi waits a moment before fully turning the knob, letting the door swing open and stare at the apartment that was officially in view; there was a bare minimum of things around so when he sees a head of silver hair - his thoughts immediately thought of the silver king. Assessing further, he steps inside and icy blue eyes carefully watch the ground to make sure this was not a TRAP ( for all he knew, it could be ). Confirmed, it was indeed not the silver king but someone else. A complete stranger. A very capable stranger, to have him running around for almost two weeks just to find them. Clearing his throat, he basically asks for acknowledgment. ❛ Hmm, so this is the little bug who has been poking through my security—- had fun having me find you? Though, I’m curious why you wanted me to find you. ❜
The game started as a way for him to learn coding… Of what else he could garner from someone who was more experienced than he was. And he was learning with each encounter, with every clue he left behind so that he would finally meet the one behind such a vast and neatly arranged firewall and coding skills that matched him and his brother put together. But with his skill only focused on coding ( and perhaps other things when his eyes needed a break from the computer screen ), he had an explosive talent that immediately ranked him as one of the best among the black hats in the community, a kid that was still learning and getting better every day.
There were warnings, of course, that he shouldn't let him find him since he'd be arrested, but he wanted to meet this one who had the nearly the same mental capacity as his own. At first, it had been to gauge who was the virtual watcher that guarded Scepter 4, a prestigious force that kept order in the streets. Honestly, Saeran could care less about them, but what piqued his interest was how well constructed the firewall that protected Scepter 4 was. Even when he poked into the wall, never so far as venturing all the way in, it was an elaborate and clean construction of code that he found himself in admiration. It was enough that for the next week, he began a game of cat and mouse with the other.
At first, he was unsure if the protector would even play, but much to his glee, he had taken the bait and began to play. The next week involved Saeran laying out hideouts so that he would easily leave for the next deserted building to set up his "hideout." He wasn't hiding, per say, since he hadn't done anything truly illegal… yet. And each time they threw punches in their code, Saeran's coding skills grew, reading over and over again the level of skill that was written in each line of meticulous care. This guy was amazing and he couldn't wait to meet the guy behind such skillful coding.
Eventually, the pre-established pattern that Saeran had set up for himself and for the other to discover would be known and all he had to do was wait. After all, this was all an elaborate game just to meet each other. The place where they would meet was another one of those abandoned apartment buildings with low security and a questionable environment.
He saw him on the cameras first before he saw him anywhere else. Hmm… he was scrawny, like he was, but his eyes bore a sharpness that he found similar to someone he knew. But the glasses was… His eyes squinted, reminiscent of his brother that the corners of his lips twitched. It was funny and yet, he knew that they'd be nothing alike. ( Thankfully. ) Especially since his coding was much better than his. He was tidying his workspace of the very minimalistic apartment that he had temporarily called his home when he heard the footsteps approach the door. The door swung open behind him and he turned his head, mint colored irises glanced toward the doorway. Setting down the laptop, he rotated in his chair from the makeshift table that he had called his workstation for the last few hours.
The contrast of the two would be what most called a typical scene with an authoritative figure and a troublesome youth that avoided the law. A cool, clean cut and crisp blue uniform of Scepter 4 sharply contrasted against the leather jacket that was a little too worn for wear with a red tank top. He had grown into the leather jacket over the years, an outfit he knew she would approve despite the implications of who the clothes represented. Still, if he was going to play games, might as well dress the part. ( Though, he did inwardly cringe at the memory, but he wanted to face the past rather than run from it. )
❛ It wasn't fun for you to play some cat and mouse? ❜ Saeran asked with the subtle quirk of his brow. He stood up, hands stuffed into his pockets. The guy in front of him looked no older than he was, judging by how they were were both relatively lanky. ( Though there was something about Saeyoung being annoying and forcing them to exercise for sake of clarity or something stupid. ) ❛ It's nice to finally meet you. ❜ He gave an almost smile, the corners of his mouth twitching.
❛ Though, I must say, your coding skills are quite something. I haven't met someone who had skills as good as mine… if not better. ❜ Aside from his brother but he didn't count. He'd say he and his brother were probably about the same. But how did people do compliments again? ❛ And I wanted to meet the guy who wrote up that complex algorithm that protects Scepter 4. Is that so bad? ❜ Such friendly words made him cringe and he inwardly winced. Her voice was cheering him on, but honestly, he wanted an out. She did this better than he ever could.
Saeran rubbed his neck. ❛ But, that was the most fun I've had in a long time. ❜ The last time he had that much "fun" was when he was attacking the chatroom that his brother had created. Since then, he hadn't met anyone as a worthy adversary. He never felt like he wanted to compete with his brother since all he did was troll him rather than take the coding seriously enough for them to compete.
