Creation of Chaos Conflict

A relatively humanoid figure stood atop a skyscraper's roof, it's back facing the moon. A black tail flicked behind it, moving left then right as it's smirk broadened. On top of it's head sat a pair of cat ears, glowing a little as it reflected the moonlight slightly. It's bright green cat-slit eyes glimmered as it turned towards the moon, it's ever present smirk still plastered on it's face. Several people burst on to the roof with shouts of demon and Bakeneko, just as the Bakeneko twisted and flew off the building, the moon being covered by clouds.

Scythe, a young man of 19 years, walked along the outskirts of the City on this starless winter night. He came from a fairly rich family, their small mansion resting a few miles away. He wore a dark navy blue jacket with one sleeve ripped off, black trousers, but he wore no shoes or socks, preferring the feel of cold snow below him. He held a sharpened sickle in his right hand, the picture in his left being blown off with a sudden gust of wind. Scythe fell to the snow, taking notice of the strange feeling of being glared at.

He heard the footsteps come closer, his attacker poised to strike. The Bakeneko leaped at him, striking out with it's own blade, which Scythe parried easily. The sounds of clashing metal could be heard for miles, but Scythe couldn't care less as he was slowly advancing on his target. With a final clang, the fighting stopped, the Bakeneko not feeling the pain of Scythe's sickle, which was imbedded within it. As the Bakeneko fell to the ground, the last sounds it heard were a cackle and the footsteps getting further and further away.