Hacking my life
1). Extremely impressive or daunting; inspiring great admiration, apprehension, or fear.
2). Extremely good; excellent.
A simple word, often used excessively by teenagers. But for you, it wasn't just a word. For the government and all internet providers and website owners, it was a threat and a promise, all rolled into one simple word.
"Mr.Awesome" was the code name of the world's best hacker. A man who could hack any computer, could create viruses that got past even the best security. A man whose identity was as mysterious as Batman's. You only knew his identity if he wanted you to. So far, no one knew.
Just the sight of his logo, a tiny doodle of a yellow chick, was enough to send entire governments into immediate action. They had hired hackers, people they used to track, to attempt to catch the man. No one could.
Except maybe you.
Cracking your knuckles, you grinned at the dimly glowing screen in front of you. You were going to hack into his computer. He was the reason you had become a hacker and you really wanted to see him. Or at least have the satisfaction of becoming better at hacking then he was.
A tiny cartoon yellow bird popped up onto your screen, the words 'Mr.Awesome' floating above it's head. You grinned, time to work.
Three hours later and you had made no progress. Well, not quite. At the moment, you were locked in a fierce hacking battle. "Mr.Awesome" had caught wind of your hack. Your fingers ached and cramped every now and then. You winced, pausing only long enough to stretch them slightly.
A box appeared on your screen.
'Who exactly are you?'
You paused, then grinned. You knew exactly what would get on this guys nerves.
You waited, typing in codes while he read your message. The little box popped up again.
'You are NOT Ms.Awesome!! D:<'
'Sure I am. ;D'
The box disappeared and suddenly you found yourself staring at several warnings. All of them indicated that 1. all of your files had been hijacked and 2. you had a video chat request from a blocked number.
Ignoring the video chat invite, you began trying to save your files. They contained your codes for a virus you had just developed. You had yet to test it and didn't want "Mr.Awesome" to steal it, then use it against you.
Another video chat popped up. You closed it and growled. Damn he was good, what had possessed you to try to challenge him?
Once again, another video chat request popped up. You moved to close the window when your cat, Ivan, jumped off your lap. Your arm jerked and you accidentally clicked the accept button.
The video chat screen popped up and you found yourself staring at a very angry, very hot man. His hair was white and styled so it was a bit spiky in the front and back. His eyes were a vivid shade of red, with tiny flecks of pink mixed in.
And you knew him.
"Dude, I'm in the middle of a hack! I can't video chat!"
"B-But." His eyes were wide, mouth moving but no sound coming out. He did this for about a minute, then blushed. You narrowed your eyes, and glared at him. He flinched and cleared his throat.
"I uh.... I just vanted to talk to you?" It was more of a question then a statement.
"Bull crap Gilbo. If you wanted to talk you would have picked the lock on my door and marched into my room."
He blushed and bit his bottom lip in a way you found insanely cute. You would never tell him of course. His ego was big enough as it was. No need to make him even cockier.
You blinked. Wait a minute, his ego and his tendency to over use the word "Awesome". How had you not realized this sooner?
The Prussian flinched at the tone of your voice, his crimson eyes widening. You smirked and leaned forward.
"Are you Mr. Awesome?"
He cleared his throat and looked away, then looked back. You waited, twirling a lock of your hair around one finger. Gilbert sighed and rubbed his nose, a faint blush spreading across his face.
"Vill you be Mrs. Awesome?"
It took a moment for what he said to sink in. Your jaw dropped and you just stared at the man, trying to find the correct words.
The silver haired man nodded, his pale cheeks stained deep red. You felt your own face heating up and hunched your shoulders.
"Alright. I would love to be Mrs. Awesome."
He let out a loud whoop, spinning in his adjustable chair. You laughed, your heart hammering in your chest. This had to be the best day of your life.
1). You had managed to sorta out hack the world's best hacker.
2). The sexiest man in the world had just proposed to you.
A thought occurred to you and you frowned at the screen, Gilbert suddenly paled, eyes going wide.
"Why is your logo a chick?"
A smile spread across his face. Turning the camera slightly, he leaned back and pointed to a cage in his room. A small yellow chick flitted about the confinement, letting out a chirp that sounded awfully like Gilbert's laughter.
You let out a squeal, it was seriously too cute for words. Gilbert turned the camera back to himself, grinning at you. "Zat is ze most awesome Gilbird."
Gilbird. Really? He named the bird after himself.
You smiled, Typical Gilbert.
Three months later.
Arthur Kirkland stared at the screen in front of him, seething with anger.
Mr. and Mrs. Awesome had sent a brand new virus. Any computer that had contacts with the government, any government, played nyan cat videos none stop. As soon as a new computer was set up to take their place, the virus would download and "BAM" annoying pop-tart cat.
"Um sir?" He looked up, green eye flashing with annoyance. The mousy man in front of him flinched, then cleared his throat.
"The virus has changed." He flinched again as Arthur stood and glanced at the screen he had been pointing at. The brief glance turned into a long, hard stare.
It was a video, of him, drunk on New Years Eve, kissing Francis Bonnefoy. A night he had been trying so hard to forget. His phone rang.
Jaw clenched, Arthur picked up.
"Hey Artie! Ye' like tha' little clip I gave The Awesome's."
"I'm going to KILL you Allistor."
"Ye' already tried tha'. It didn't work, remember."
"You bloody bastard." Arthur snarled, Allistor just chuckled.
"It tha' anyway to talk to yer older brother?"
In response, Arthur flung the phone through the screen of the nearest laptop, his breath coming in short pants. First the stupid pop-tart cat and now the most humiliating scene of his life.
It really sucked to be him sometimes.