A Date with Fate

Chapter 1

The moon was full and gleaming onto the creatures that lurked below, opening a door to all those that can not wander during the day. A small female stood in front of a window that reached the floor up to the ceiling, looking out into the city as it flourished through the night. She wore a traditional japanese navy blue yukata. Her hair was a golden red that shimmered in the moonlight with a scar on her left cheek that stretched from her jaw to her cheekbone. Almost absent sounds made her slightly pointed ears flicher as she turned on her heel to face the front door. The place was dark with the only light being the moon that shined in. A knock at the door, only one for the person that stood behind it already knew that the girl knew who they were. She tied her yukata before walking over to the door and unlocking it. The person on the other side opened the door and held out a folder for her. He stood at six feet wearing a navy blue suit with a black tie. His eyes were a crystal blue that glowed in the moonlight, along with dark brown hair with tight curls. She grabbed the folder from him and motioned him into the apartment. The male ran his fingers over his hair as he spoke, "Turn on some lights in here, your eyes will go bad." The female glanced over her shoulder and glared with her reddish brown eyes. "Or not," he smirked, "Our target will change the course of history, once we capture them those humans will have no other choice but to surrender to us." The female was sitting on the couch with one leg over the other, reading the paper. She sighed and placed the folder onto the glass table before getting up and walking over to her bookcase that held her katana. The sheath was red with black swirls, the hilt was black, and the rope on the handle was golden. She grabbed it and began to walk towards the door, but the male stepped in front of her and sighed. "Ichiko you can't go walking around in your yukata, at least put some pants on," he motioned to her garments. She didn't see a problem and walked into a room to change her clothes into something more appropriate for the public eye. She came back out and walked right out the door wearing a warm grey hakama with her yukata with her katana in hand. They both headed to the garage where all her vehicles waited for her. From motorcycles to exotic sports cars, she had them all. She hopped onto a motorcycle, placing the katana on the side and clicked a button, as it placed a forcefield around her and the motorcycle. The male got into his midnight black McLaren 570GT to follow behind Ichiko.

They drove through the vibrant city with vampires filling the streets. It was surprisingly clean and everyone was dressed formal. The vampires were a high class society and it was an honor to be a vampire. If you were bit by a vampire you were a ghoul and had the lower-class jobs. Those injected with the virus have careers such as politics, health, business, or social services. There were no poor in the vampire district, unless you were dishonored. If you sided with the humans you are dishonored and hunted down. Ichiko was one of the first vampires, all the vampires you see today are infected with Ichiko's blood. An unknown weapon. Soon they were driving out of the city and into a rural area where the concrete stopped and the dead trees on the bare land started. Up ahead was an old abandoned warehouse where their target sat. "You know Ichiko, this seems like a trap," he spoke into his ear piece before parking his car a mile away from the building. He grabbed his sniper rifle in the backseat and got out of the car, flinging the weapon's strap onto his shoulder. He looked around for a high place to set up shop. On the other hand, Ichiko was entering the warehouse with her katana in hand. The male was at the top of a water tower, looking through his scope into the warehouse. In the warehouse was a single light on, under the light was a person sitting in the chair tied up with a black hood over their face. She slowly approached the light, but she could smell the stale blood. "What do you see Ichiko?" the male said, placing the scope on the figure. She finally reached the light and reached out toward the person sitting on the chair to pull off the mask. Just as her hand entered the light a dagger was sent flying at her, just as she jumped back she placed her hand back on her katana. She looked around for someone in the dark shadows as she also retreated back into the dark. Looking for the slightest movement, sound, or moment to strike. Until the shadow spoke up, "I certainly won't have a chance against the Great Oni." Ichiko locked her eyes on the figure and adjusted her grip on the handle of her katana. They walked forward into the light enough to show where they were with their hands up in the air to show they meant no harm. Ichiko stepped forward into the light as well, only showing her face with a fierce stare. "I guess you're not much of a talker," the figure said with their hands still up. They had their face covered with only their eyes showing wearing all black. A ninja and a samurai facing off. The ninja stepped forward again hoping to get a reaction from Ichiko. Then they stepped forward again and into the male's scope sight. They quickly took the hood off of the person sitting in the chair, to reveal a young man. "We thought we might return him to you guys, however he seemed to have died under unknown reasons." The male spoke to Ichiko, ready to shoot on sight when given the order. "I suppose we should call you the Great Mute Oni?" the ninja shrugged and crossed their arms. Ichiko glanced at the male in the seat and recognized that he was the son of a wealthy businessman. She knows that this will later involve her into this trouble. Ichiko relaxed and folded her arms as well before speaking, "If you are done here, then leave. If not, then you have to come with me." The ninja was silent, shocked mainly because Ichiko finally talked. Or perhaps their expectations of her voice were wrong. "Well I do not want to become vampire food, so I'll be on my way." Before the ninja could escape, the male shot at the ninja startling them. They went into a panic state as Ichiko lunged forward to cut them down. Fear was pulsing through the ninja as Ichiko chased them down with red glowing eyes. She truly was an oni, a demon of all demons. The ninja jumped up to a broken window and jumped down only to find that Ichiko was standing there waiting for them. They quickly grabbed the window sill, cutting their hand on the broken glass. Dangling 8 feet off the ground where Ichiko stood staring up at them. "Your cut hand will attract ghouls," Ichiko said to the ninja, "come with me and you'll be safer." The blood from their hand was soaking their arm. They looked down and started to laugh. "If I fall, will you catch me demon?" Ichiko adjusted her stance and opened her arms ready to catch them. "I'll take that as a yes," they spoke as they let go of the window sill and dropped. Before they reached Ichiko arms, she threw a kunai at the wall to remove the ninja's mask. With wide eyes the ninja turned to look at Ichiko face to face inches away. It was a female as Ichiko suspected however, she was taken aback staring into the human's eyes. She felt she knew her for a very long time. The ninja pushed off of Ichiko and began to run away. Ichiko just watched confused as the male was yelling why she was getting away and to take the shot or not. The sound of the male yelling at Ichiko echoed in Ichiko's head as she just watched the female run away. Finally Ichiko snapped out of it and responded to the male, "No, do not shoot." As she grabbed the little buddha on her necklace, she was in a daze as old memories came flowing into her mind. "Let's head back Hugo, the target wasn't here."