Twisted Fate

Prologue

I opened my scroll yet again for the twentieth time this night. It's raining, but the ink engraved into the paper does not smudge. It stays perfect, as I yet again cross out another name in a similar red ink.

On to the next target then.

As I walk behind him, I take a quick swing with my double-sided blade. His blood splatters my cloak, but I don't pay it any mind.

My cloak is, after all, crimson red in color. As his blood runs down my blade, I take a drop upon my finger. I open my scroll again to repeat the process of crossing out my target's name. The red ink against the black letters look stunning.

My target continues to walk through the forest, not a scar on him at all.

How come you ask?

First, let me tell you something about myself.

I, am Fayette, or Fate as people of your kind call me. I am Fate.

You may better know me as the God of phantoms, the grim reaper, maybe even as death itself. But all these do not correctly portray me. I am not made of just skeletons nor am I ghostly in appearance.

In fact, I look very alike to your kind. I look human, but I am not. I look young, but kami knows how long he has put me in this universe.

I never age and never die, not until kami says my time is up.

However, I have died once. I was brought to a place with infinite white. There, someone gave me a name and told me what I must do before being brought back to life.

Or into the afterlife. Whatever you want to call it.

I became who I am today during that time. The one who's in charge of death, twisted Fate.

Like the fantasized characters mentioned earlier, I do only one job. It is to kill. All I need is some of one's essence, their substance.

Blood is one of them.

Death by blood on the scroll would mean murder.

Death by saliva on the scroll would mean suicide.

Death by tears on the scroll would mean a peaceful end, like death during sleep.

I could also easily sneak up on ninja, let alone villagers. I have no chakra for I am not "alive", thus they cannot sense me. They have to rely only on their senses, making it difficult for anyone to track me.

I, on the other hand, can track just about anyone. Thanks to my scroll, I can see where my target lies, or where his next distinction will be.

Just like this target, I can take their blood without harming them. However, it takes concentration and spiritual energy. The more I use it, the harder it is to get it right. Sometimes I may even end up killing them by accident.

But no one will know it's me. Few people believe I exist. Yet I do, I'm always here; always killing, always tracking my next target. I am always seen by others, but given my looks, they pay me no heed.

You may not know me. But I am sure to know you. If I do not, then your life has been very fortunate.

I read the name of my next target from the scroll. The thick bold letters indicates that this one is hard to kill. As I read the name, I smirk. This, is going to be fun.

NEXT TARGET: DEIDARA

AFFILIATION: AKATSUKI

************************************

Sorry for the short chapter, it's just an intro :-) what do you think of it so far?

Like? Dislike? Love? Hate? Please do let me know!

************************************