Chapter 1: The Assassin
It was night, darkness embedded its power upon the sky, while translucent streetlights shone weakly in protest. In a particular alleyway, a strange conversation was heard. A rather hunched back figure stood with his back to the streets, and his body in the shadows.
He fingered a small object in his hands as dark as the night, he seemed to be awaiting something important, as he turned he leaned back onto the cement walls for support. It did not take long, but soft beeps began to emit from the object as he flipped it open.
A voice spoke piercing the silence of the night. "It is done sir"; he spoke gruffly with both fire and dignity. The speaker straightened up to revel a both toned and tall form, along with his graceful movements; it would make anyone see he was not one to be messed with.
His face, though in he shadows, showed a face of power and sheer good looks. Patiently, he fingered his black object, while waiting for a response. The man was not disappointed; a rather pleased voice on the other line gave a dry chuckle.
"You have done well, my Drukui, I thought for sure this task would have taken up much more time, but as I can only imagine, there is no power like yours" the voice was slightly muffed and hard to tell if the speaker was male or female, despite this, the man growled into his phone, "just give me the next assignment old man", the look which passed his face to follow was none too pleased. "All right, I'll take care of it" the man spoke firmly and shut his cell phone with an urgent smack.
A grimace passed by his face as he slowly stepped out from the dimly lilted alleyway. His piercing blue eyes and the KC logo on the flowing white trench coat showed this to be the one and only Seto Kaiba.