Hurray! My first fanfic that'll be more than just one chapter long! :D The things you can come up with when you listen to Megadeth man. . .

Disclaimer: I do not own Rurouni Kenshin or any of its characters. I do however own some of the characters in this story. If you don't know the characters from any manga or anime you have seen, then chances are they're OC. I'm too lazy to list them.

"I told you to freeze those accounts Hiro!" a chubby old man in a business suit hissed into his Blackberry. He strolled down the streets of downtown Tokyo idley, occasionally shoving past some pedestrians here and there. He never said "Excuse me!" or "I'm terribly sorry!". He simply grunted and continued walking. The man had no regards to the people around him. He had some business to take care of.

The man groaned. "Look, the money has to be kept somewhere. . .safe. We don't want anyone to get ahold of it. Especially. . ." he paused. "Look, that money is MINE, and if YOU don't do anything about it, I'll make sure you're punished for it." He hung up the phone in frustration. What does a man do to have to get the job done around here? He didn't start this insurance company for nothing. His clients pay him a handsome amount of money to make sure their families are protected. The money is certainly being put into good use, the man chuckled. A new house, furniture, and millions of dollars would certainly protect him. Oh yeah the families! Who cares? the man laughed inwardly. They should know better. They give me the money. I'm just putting it to better use! He let out a hollar, causing two women standing at a corner to turn their heads and stare. Grinning, the man winked at them and then walked away.

He turned down an empty street. Now, which way was the shortcut again? he asked himself. Looking around, he realized that he had no idea where he was. I must've taken a wrong turn, he concluded. The plump man took out his Blackberry. Perhaps his GPS application could help him figure out where the hell he was. . .

No signal.

Damn.

He continued to walk southbound. There must be some sign or someplace open so that he could at least figure out what street he was on. The more he walked, the more closed stores he seemed to run into. The street was completely vacant; it was almost as if he was walking on a road leading to a ghost town. The business-savvy man didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. The more he walked, the more the feeling that he was being followed grew. . .

Tap tap.

He stopped dead in his tracks. What the hell was that?! He turned around. No one was there. Only the lonely breeze ruffling the trees was following him. He shook his head. Maybe he was imagining things. He started to walk again.

Tap tap.

There it was again!

The man turned around. No one was there. No one was fuckin' there. He saw no one, but his gut was telling him otherwise.

Tap Tap.

A silence impregnated the night air. The businessman held his breath. Nothing seemed to be happening. Maybe it was a cat or something. . .

Tap tap tap tap.

The footsteps were taking on a quicker tempo. Without even thinking, the man's human survival instincts kicked into full gear, and he started to run. A shink! pierced the atmosphere and almost pierced his shoulderblade. He froze. A small dagger was glistening from the moonlight right out of the corner of his eye. "OH SHIT. FUCK FUCK!" the man cursed. He broke out into a panicstricken sprint and ran for his precious life.

The footsteps were chasing him. Lithe, light footsteps yes, but they were after him. After his money and his wealth. The chubby old man convinced himself of that. He scampered down the deserted streets of Kyoto in a frenzied pursuit of some sort of safety. He couldn’t believe how he went from merely “borrowing” money for his business and personal wellbeing to being pursued by some unidentified brute. How could some thug be so fuckin’ fast and silent?! the businessman raged. He thought manically to himself that his enemies were after him, then that his clients found out about him and wanted their money back. “But I ain’t gonna give it back to ya!” the plump man jeered. “NEVER!!” He ran faster, faster. An alley way managed to manifest itself just in the nick of time. He dashed down that alley way. No light. Simple enough to hide from that fiend, right?

How did this happen? Why did that man throw that dagger at him? The businessman chuckled to himself. “Whoever it is likes to do it medieval style. What is he, one of those Dungeons and Dragons nerds?” he sneered. “He ain’t gonna get me! Never! I’m too smart for him!!” He looked around. Where? Where could he hide? Fuck! Where?! Where?! There was no place for him to hide. How foolish of the self-proclaimed enterepenuer. He thought he could outwit this red-haired man, or whoever he was.

He thought wrong.

The man who was chasing him stopped at the entryway of the alley. He paused.

The deer was caught in his headlights.

His thoughts and actions were smooth, almost possessed. He crept silently towards the businessman. A long, slender object was strapped to his back. He pulled it out. A bloodstained sword glistened as it was brought out to be kissed by its newfound bride. The man’s fiery red ponytail reflected the moonlight, giving it an almost unholy sense of being. His eyes were glazed over. Crimson red. The businessman would never forget those crimson eyes. The red-haired hunter knocked him over, reveling at his prey. The businessman lie there, frozen. He felt like he was looking at a real life demon, like the ones in the old tales his mamma used to tell him. Maybe this is just a nightmare, the man thought to himself frantically. Maybe I’m gonna wake up in my comfy bed in my mansion all safe and sound! He closed his eyes, trying to believe that delusion was real.

But it wasn’t.

The hunter elevated his weapon high in the air. “Don’t worry, you pitiful rat,” the hunter whispered, his voice dripping with menace, “I will simply drain you to sleep. . .”

Like? I actually left this puppy alone for almost two months. I managed to dig it up from my piles of bull**** left on my USB, and I figured hey, why not? This is just a prologue mind you. There is plenty more to come.

Read and review por favor. The more the merrier. :]