Unknown Brother

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> > He was Ace, one of the greatest internet presences of the decade. A well-known hacker, loved for his witty retorts and his blog, where he exposed famous individuals, such as students from the Obelisk Blue dorm, or even Pro's. However, Ace wasn't here to expose anyone. He had found certain documents that had changed his world. His hands flew over the keyboard, eventually accessing the Duel Academy's dorms. Another flash of his hands and he knew who was online, and soon he found his target. With a simple click of a button, a webpage would pop up on his target's desktop; a private and encrypted chat room with Ace himself.
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> > The rain fell swiftly outside, gently lashing at the windows like a million tiny, watery bullets. Its ever so steady *tap, tap, tap* was calming, soothing to listen to. He was almost carried off to sleep by the rain's hypnotic syncopation, lying there in his bed with a book in hand. Michael had gone off to spend some quality brother time with Zach, so he had a few hours to himself.
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> > "It's Ace." he responded almost instantly. He then sent a document over, it was photoscans of Shane's adoption papers, and the names of his real parents. Then, Ace sent a scan on his birth certificate. If Shane opened them and compared them...he'd be in for a surprise.
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> > *Ace.* Yeah, Shane recognized the online nickname. It belonged to none other than Dexter, someone he still held a serious grudge against. Dexter, after all, had been the one to out him to the entire school a little over a year ago. That wasn't something he was able to forgive easily, and he almost just closed the chat window and set his laptop aside. Before he could, however, the scanned documents appeared on the screen.
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> > "Are you trying to fuck with me?" Shane typed back. "How do I know this is real and not some sort of digitally manipulated trick?" He refused to believe he was related to...*that*.
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> > ”Do you think I want to be related to you?” Dexter typed back in. Dexter himself had been disgusted by the whole thing, but in the end, he owed Shane. Ruining his life had been a dick move, and he would never be forgived, but he could try to do something. “Do you want to meet your father?”
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> > He supposed that was a good point. Neither of them was fond of either, so it wouldn't make sense for Dexter to fabricate something like this. Shane felt his stomach twist into a painful knot. Whether he wanted one or not, he had a half-brother. Stryker...the last name *had* always had him wondering...
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> > Out of pure frustration, he got up from his bed, throwing his book across the room and letting out a yell. *Why?* He didn't want to *deal* with all of this. Shane paced around the room anxiously for a few minutes before he sat back down on his bed and typed out a response. "No. He didn't want me, so I have nothing to say to him."
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> > Dexter decided to try something, trying to apologize. “Hey, I’m sorry for what I did back then. I know it doesn’t change anything, but I want to apologize. I really do. If it’s okay, do you wanna meet up? So I can apologize to you in person?” he quickly typed in. He sent the message and laid back in his chair, waiting anxiously for Shane’s response.
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> > The absolute last thing he would've expected from Dexter was an apology, and it caught him off guard. He honestly wasn't sure what to make of it, but he could feel a bit of his anger subsiding. Shane took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. What the *fuck* was he supposed to? How was he supposed to react to all of this? Before he could process what he was doing, his fingers had typed out, "Yeah. I'll meet you in the city at the pier where the ferry comes in."
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> > <small">He stared at those words for a long moment before he hit enter and closed his laptop, setting it back on his deck. The blonde reached for his favorite black leather jacket and an umbrella, shoving his phone, wallet, and keys into his jacket pocket. Why was he doing this, he asked himself. If he was being honest...he supposed that if he really did have a brother, maybe, just maybe...it wouldn't be a bad idea to *try* and get along. Maybe part of him was just curious to see what it'd feel like to have actual flesh and blood family.
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> > Dexter nodded his greeting. “Hey there...” he responded somewhat awkwardly. Dexter wasn’t the most social person, and he had no idea what two brothers would do on a day off. Maybe Shane would be interested in seeing what made him Ace. “Hey, uh. Do you wanna head to my place? I got food there.”
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> > It was somewhat reassuring to know he wasn't the only awkward one in this situation, judging from Dexter's obvious discomfort. "Um, sure. I don't see why not." Now that they were face-to-face again...he could see the resemblance between the two of them. The same pointed chin, chiseled jaw, well-proportioned nose. Even their hair was the same shade of blonde. Really, the biggest difference was their eyes. Shane's were blue, Dexter's were more of a luminous amber. It was almost disconcerting, seeing so many of his own features in another person. He supposed that they must have both looked rather like their father, since they were only half-brothers.
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> > Dexter nodded, leading Shane through the city. Taking him through his apartment and up the elevator. He lead him into his room, which was a digital masterpiece. A computer needs paradise. “Do you uh. Want popcorn or something? I can also show you this wicked program I’ve been working on.”
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> > Shane's eyes wandered around Dexter's room in awe, and he was impressed with the technological setup he had going on. Of course, Shane wasn't much of a technology guy, but he knew just barely enough to know that Dexter had some seriously good stuff. "Wow, this is...impressive," he commented, setting his umbrella off to the side and taking his jacket off.
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> > Dexter smiled, a rare sight. “Awesome. Take a seat on one of the beanbag chairs. Behind them was a strange panel of sorts. Dexter whipped out his phone and pressed a few keys, and soon he gestured for Shane to open the panel behind his beanbag chair, which would reveal freshly popped popcorn.
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> > "Yeah. Michael's great. Him being around has been really good for me." It really was trippy how much they looked alike, him and Dexter. Shane stretched a bit. "Great, actually. You know, maybe... Maybe they'd take you back. If you wanted to try."
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