Ranma 12 : The Masquerade
Prelude part 1
Authors Notes: I do not own rights to Vampire: The Masquerade, or Ranma 1/2. This is a fan work of fiction written for free distribution. So don't sue me.
"Your limo is this way, Ms. Ash." The pale man said as a tall, European looking woman, seeming around 22, stepped out from the Leer Jet. The woman, who wore dark sunglasses despite it being 3 am, nodded and allowed herself be lead to where the black Limo sat. The man opened the back door and the woman sat down and waited for her company to start talking.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" A voice said from the other side of the dark interior. The woman smiled and nodded.
"Fifty years to be exact. How are you doing, my Childe? I assume Tokyo has treated you well, and you it." The woman asked as she poured a glass of something to drink from the bottle on the bar.
"As well as can be expected. Very few anarchs here, compared to America. I hear Atlanta fell. Is this true, Victoria?" He asked. Victoria glanced out the window.
"Yes, Reno. About 5 months ago we were attacked. But enough of that. You requested I come here. Why?" Victoria didn't care much for Reno. His embrace had been somewhat of an accident. But he had proved useful plenty of times, so she kept him around, if you considered living 5000 miles apart to be "around". Reno nodded and smiled.
"Well, I want to enact one of the Traditions." Reno replied. Victoria nodded and appeared to give it though.
"I wish to take on a Childe." Reno continued. "I believe I have found someone who you would agree deserves our gift." Reno explained. Victoria nodded again and spoke up.
"Alright. Tomorrow night we will look into this target. Why do you feel we should bring him into our society?" She asked.
"This person has studied his art his whole life, and is without a doubt the best in the world. He is a martial Artist." Reno told his Sire.
"A martial artist? Well, we shall have to see. Where are we headed now?" Victoria changed the topic. It was very odd that Reno would ask her permission to embrace someone. He never really cared about Tradition, and several times had outright blown the Masquerade. God knows why the Prince never called a bloodhunt on him.
"We are going to my place in Nerima. That is where he lives." Reno finished and leaned back into his seat. Outside the Limo, a shadow briefly appears and jumps from the roof, landing on the sidewalk.
"Nerima, is it. Well, you better stay away from out mark. We are making exceptions you can't begin to fathom for this kid." The darkskinned man said as he walked around the corner, out of site of the Limo.