FSN/Black Cat

Swords and Blades

First fanfic go easy on me guys.

Genre:Romance/Action

Rating:T

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat nor FSN, their world belongs to Yabuki Kentarou and Kinoko Nasu respectively.

Chapter 1: First meeting

It was quiet.

Sephiria Arks, Chronos's Number 1, walked carefully through the corridor, sword at the ready. She has infiltrated this mansion to kill a group of rather disgusting individuals. This particular group, led by a man named Shinji Makoto, are mostly kidnapper and slave trader. Their target is women from the age of 15-25 and they sell them to whoever pays the most. They were also supposedly one of the most highly protected groups, usually by their customer hiring some of the worst scumbag in the underworld.

Keyword being supposedly.

Ever since she stepped foot in this mansion 15 minutes ago, she have seen no guard at all. As she rounded the corner leading into the main hall, she now has inkling to what happened to them.

For there, on the floor, lie around a dozen men, their bodies' looks as if they were slashed and pierced by swords.

Inspecting a body that lay apart from the first group, she notices that it belongs to Griffith, a rather famous mercenary. This one was also covered with slash wounds.

'Whoever did this was good.' She noted to herself. Looking around, Sephiria begin to follow a trail of body with similar fate. Hearing a small sound, she rushes at the direction where it was coming from. The closer she got to it, the more body she found. Finally, she reached a large double door. Readying her sword, she cautiously opens the door. What she saw was a sight that she doubts she would forget.

There, standing amidst a pile of corpse, which was still spewing blood, was a spiky haired young man. His features were hard to distinguish, but what caught her attention was the pair of blades in his hands. One was ebony black, the other was silver white.

"Identify yourself" Sephiria point her sword, Christ, toward the masked male.

Wordlessly, he turns around. From her observation, Sephiria estimated the opponent to be a male, about 20 to 30 years old. He was wearing a small bandanna, along with a mash that covered the lower half of his face. His out fit consist of a simple black T-shirt, with dark blue jeans. His eyes, was what captured her attention the most. It was a light shade of brown, with an intense fire burning within.

After a while, he spoke up:" Are you with them?"

"No, I am not."Sephiria responded." I take it that you do not like them much?"

"They were the lowest of the low, scumbag that treads on other people's right for their own profit." His voice were low, she could detect the barely restrained anger in it.

"I see. However, while your actions are commendable, until further notice I must ask you to stand down and surrender."

"I'm afraid I must decline." His stance became tenser, she could see his hands gripping his blades tighter." Judging from the number on your forehead, I take it you are from Chronos?"

", seeing as you has found out about us, i must take you in for further questioning."

And then the battle was shot toward him, slashing horizontaly at his , her opponent raise the white blade to defend himself, while his other arm going for a downward slash. Sephiria dodge to the side, before she lunged at him. He sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the tip of Christ, before he swung both blades down. Chronos's Number one turned around, using the momentum from her dash to deflect the swords away. They trade blow a few more time before both combatant jump away.

"You are quite skilled with those blades."Sephiria was slightly impressed. Few could keep up with her, yet here stand unknown swordsman that has managed to done so.

"I will take that as a compliment. But now I must go." He then turns around and jump thought the window behind immediately followed him while mentally berating her for not noticing the window sooner. She looks around, but found no sight of her opponent.

Sighing, the Number One decides to return to base and report her finding to her superior.

"So, there was another one who got to the intended target first and managed to get away before you could question him?"Sephiria could feel the gaze of the Elders on her kneeling form.

"Yes sir. His motives are unclear, though it does seem that he is sort of a vigilante." She managed keep her voice cool, though she felt a bit bitter about being beaten like that

"Hmm I see. Do not blame yourself Number One, this was an unforeseen situation. However, until we could find out more about this vigilante, we must be extra careful. Number One, lay low and try to find out what you can about this man."

"Yes sir."

"Very well. Remember, be extra careful." With that, the monitors turn black. (Sorry guys, I was planning to have her interact with some other Numbers, but I just can't figure out how. I'll probably come back later to fix this.)