A/N: Well…I got about two reviews saying that they want a sequel. I don't know if I should because no one (well almost no one) reviewed. But upon saying this, I did start a sequel just in case, but they way things are looking in the sequel, I am afraid to post it because I don't know if I will be able to finish it. I do not want another Discontinued note to be posted because then I would feel bad about not writing more of the story. I might be babbling a bit, my bad. I want to thank all of you for reading my story; it means a lot to know that my writing doesn't suck as much as I thought it did. I have thought about putting up the sequel for a while now, and even though it's a little off right now, I will make it so it is worthy to be put on FF. So now that I have expressed my thoughts about the sequel that I am going to write, here is a little 'sneak-peak' at it. If you want to continue to read it, it will be called Inferno. I hope you enjoy. But before you read, you should know that the names have changed for the moment. Different dimension means different names. You can try to guess who they were originally, but it will be challenging to say the least ^_^ Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and the names and Kate and her mom…and her dad and well, you get the idea.
The streets were crowded with people as they headed to work. It was a Monday morning and people, solemnly, had to work and leave the weekend behind. Among these people were two men dressed normally; they wore a black suit with a black tie and had their suitcases in their hand, but something was off. Yes, there were a lot of foreign people that came to Chicago all the time, it was a normal occurrence, but the aura around them made people uneasy and they tried to ignore the two guys as they walked by them.
"The time has come." One of the men said as they walked into a restaurant to get breakfast, they were in no hurry.
"Yes, Yuugure-sama" The man said Mr. Yuugure. Mr. Yuugure looked at the younger man and frowned. He did not need a follower to get his plans into action, but he did come in handy for a sacrifice that he would need later on. The younger man was in his twenties and Mr. Yuugure was in his early thirties. The younger man had blonde hair that was passed his ears and had a pink stripe on its left side. Mr. Yuugure had black hair that was normal for any Japanese man, but for him it was different. Mr. Yuugure's hair color was not normally black, but a color that would most definitely stand out in Chicago and get glances at from business men. The younger man had just felt the need to be more … outgoing and be curious.
"I'm sure you have located the target Jakutai?" The younger man looked up from his plate as he heard his name.
"Yes, Yuugure-sama, the target is about an hour away in a suburb of Chicago. The suburb is called Schaumburg." Jakutai answered as he began to eat his bagel again. Mr. Yuugure simply nodded and looked outside, it had begun to rain and people were hurrying to get to shelter from the rain, which was futile, but they still tried.
'Weak, so weak. This human race does not even know how to cope with the simplest things. Soon, I will change that and this human race will be of no more. Fiction will not be fiction anymore, it will be reality and no one can stop me.' Mr. Yuugure thought to himself as he saw a person fall in a puddle. Jakutai looked at him when he saw a sinister smirk appear upon his face.
'Hmm, this is only the beginning Yuugure. You have no idea what I am planning, but I know your whole scheme. You may think that I am just some little pup following his master with his tail between his legs like a good pup, but no. You only see my façade and you will until your death is upon you my dear friend.' Jakutai as he finished his bagel. Mr. Yuugure only had Chai tea and had finished it while Jakutai had eaten his bagel. Once both were done eating, or drinking, they continued on their way to the train station.
The rain pounded down like a hammer on a nail as the thunder and lightning sounded overhead. People in the train paid no head to the passing storm because it would pass and the day would continue on just like everyday did. They had nothing to fear for they knew that another day would come for them to stop and watch the city go by them in a flash. The birds headed for shelter in the trees, some guarding their young from the storm as well; the rain continued to fall and the animals and insect also went to hide from the storm. It was normal for a storm to pass, it was weather and it happened everyday, nothing was different in this case either. But everything about this storm was wrong; every sound that every person heard, every rain droplet that fell from the sky as condensation that contacted a solid object, every lightning strike was different than a normal storm. What was wrong with the storm that everyone was used to and that no one was concerned about? The meaning behind the storm was different. It was not meant for the meaning of life, prosperity, cleansing. No, it was meant to mean death; thunder was the sound of bombs destroying cities upon cities, lighting was meant for the blinding sight of a bomb from miles away telling people they were going to die, and the rain was meant to be the blood shed by many. The storm, for once, was thought of to be a bad thing, and was only thought that way by the person who was scheming to make his plans and thoughts reality and the people who followed him; they knew the future was going to change forever and they could not wait for it to begin. The time was near. It was time for war.