I know it has been a very long time, but I apologize and hope that you can forgive me. My new job is at night and that is when I usually write. I hate me job, never ever become a dishwasher no matter how much they pay you. It's not worth it. Oh yes, plus I wanted this chapter to be worth the wait. Please enjoy.

Chapter 11

The fat little man ran up the stairs to the high rise office. His white hair was slick with sweat and the bald spot on his head was sparkling in the sun. This poor overweight, under paid, highly stressed man was late. Late for a meeting with the boss. No not just his supervisor but the man that ran the entire campaign; Fujiwara Masanori was going to see him and now he was so late.

The little man ran through the halls and finally made his way to Fujiwara's office. He glanced at the secretary and rushed into the office.

"I'm so sorry sir." He stammered trying to catch his breath. He bent down with his hands on his knees whizzing and coughing in an attempt to put air back in his lungs. Fujiwara stood from his desk and stepped over to the over weight man helping him find his breath.

"Don't worry about it. I'm busy here right now. How about you bring me your report after lunch? How does two sound?" The little man just nodded his head and stumbled out the door. Fujiwara gave a worried look to his secretary and told her to make sure he made it to his desk. Fujiwara then closed the door to his office and returned to his paperwork.

Suddenly an evil grin formed on his lips. Fujiwara closed his eyes and reached out his mind to the late man. His sight seemed to travel down the hallways until he found his target.

He extended his hand and telepathically leapt into the fat man's body. He could feel the man's heart beating against his palm. He slowly clenched his fingers feeling the organ shake and quicken in his hand like a small rabbit until it stopped. As soon as the man was dead Fujiwara's mind was thrown from the body and returned into his own.

He could hear screaming from the hallways and heard his secretary yelling for someone to call an ambulance. Fujiwara grinned as he dialed the number and gave the authorities the information they needed to come and pick up the body.

The doctors would diagnose a heart attack, most likely caused by his weight and stress. There would be grieving and suffering. Oh, he loved his job.

After the commotion had passed and most employees had left for the night Fujiwara was left alone at his desk. Or so he thought.

Suddenly there was a woman sitting on his desk. Fujiwara raised his eyes from his paperwork. First he saw quite a lot of thigh that was being exposed by a very tight, very short black skirt. His gaze traveled north past the bare midriff with the little blue naval piercing to a blood red tank that clung to a pair of beautiful C cup breasts. A broken cross hung dangerously low in the valley of the two soft globes. His eyes moved on from those fleshy mountains, though they remained there longer than necessary, past her soft inviting neck, up her delicious jaw line, past bright kissable lips and to a pair of stunning green eyes framed by fiery red hair.

"Like what you see?" She said grinning like a cat with a mouse. Fujiwara just glared at her.

"Its about time you showed up." Fujiwara said looking around the room for her other two comrades.

Sitting in one of the office chairs a young man sat in a grey three piece business suit. His black hair was clean and newly cut, his chin freshly shaven. He wore a pair of stylish black frame glasses over two sapphire eyes. He sat poised with his hands in his lap and one leg crossed over the other. He was the poster boy for a junior executive.

Leaning against a wall on the other side of the room was a punk kid. His once blonde hair had been dyed black and now was spiked with red tips. His pale skin was covered in white make-up and his lips and eyes were surrounded by blackness. Around his neck a spiked collar clung protectively. He was comfortable with his hands shoved into the pockets of his over sized black trench coat the tips of his knee high black boots shining at the bottom of it.

"Well we would have been here sooner," the punk said " if Chaos here didn't need to stop at every store along the way." The girl on the desk spun her head around and glared at the punk.

"I didn't see you complaining when I bought you that new spiked collar, Destruction." The young punk reached his hand up to his neck and tentatively touched the collar.

Fujiwara sighed and looked at the third person, "Panic, please tell me that you have everything in order." Panic straightened his already straight tie and nodded.

"Yes sir," He took off his glasses and cleaned them with a handkerchief and replaced both to their original position and continued. "As per your request we have found the three locations of the greatest energy in the city, without detection."

Fujiwara nodded. "Good, tonight I want you to create that which suits your name. Make a little trouble. Tonight you are going fishing."

Chaos cringed. "Fishing, I hate fishing, the smell and the bait and the wetness. And not in a good way I might add."

"Not that kind of fishing you twit," Destruction barked. "He wants to see if there is any competition out there. You know there was some sort of immortal beings here not all that long ago."

Chaos crossed her arms and turned up her nose. How dare he talk to her like that after all the pretty things she bought him. Ok technically it was his money, but that didn't matter. It was the thought that counted right?

Fujiwara sighed. The greatest of evil beings were nothing but a few bickering teenagers. "Go now! Make some noise, scare some children, kill a person or two, but not too many. When you finish do not return here. I will meet you when I can. Now go!"

With their orders the three plagues of war vanished from his office. Fujiwara sighed. It was going to be a long night.

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Sorry end of this chapter. It was originally longer but I decided to break it into three parts. Lucky for you part two, a.k.a. Chapter 12, is finished and 13 is over halfway finished. I will hopefully get them up with in the next couple of weeks; however, I can not promise that. Thank you for keeping a tab on my fic and don't lose hope I intend to finish this one.

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