Dante vs Saitou

It was a warm summer night and a lone shinobi and samurai walked away from a village that had been set on fire. Smoke filled the air, the screams still echoing in the distance as he walked calmly away from the village he had just single handedly destroyed out of complete boredom. He had hoped to maybe find someone in the village who would prove to be at least slightly entertaining and a challenge, but of course with no actual shinobi in that peaceful village his luck was of a bad variety that day. As we walked through the beautiful pasture of orange and purple flowers, the clouds above him began to cover the sky as what seemed to be a rainstorm approaching. The light began to fade from the day and the day turned into sunset illuminating the entire pasture in an orange hue. It was a truly beautiful sight and for even someone with no real emotions like Saitou, he had to pause and look into the sky.

The wind began to pick up blowing his purple hair wrapped up into a ponytail off of his shoulder. His cold blue eyes looked up into the sky for minutes on end without him moving and anyone who may or may not have seen him at that point would have to wonder what was going on in this man's mind. In this state, this place, this scene, this moment he looked....so peaceful. As if he was just a man looking for the place he really belonged. His peacefulness was interrupted as a rock came flying right at his head and connected, bringing him back to the present. He turned to face the direction the rock came from which was the village that he had just destroyed. Standing in front of him was a young girl, no more than 5 years old with her clothes covered in blood and ash. Tears filled her eyes and her face with rage while her mouth screamed at him with the hate only someone in intense pain could convey.

"WHY....why did you have to come here?! you killed everyone! My friends, my family my neighbors.......I HATE YOU!"

The girl picked up another rock and through it at Saitou, this time missing and the pebble flying past his right shoulder. This girl must have been the only one who he didn't kill in the village so she was probably hiding during the massacre watching everyone else die. What a sad existence this girl would have if she were to be allowed to live now. He could simply kill her now and end her pain, but what would she learn from this? What exactly would Saitou gain from killing this girl other than the satisfaction of hearing her screams of agony and pleading for her life? If he really wanted to leave a mark here, he knew exactly what to do. He smiled at the girl and spoke calmly.

"Tell me girl, where were you while all this killing was going on hmm? I made sure to kill everyone in site and it seems like you saw me do it so why did you simply hide and watch all your friends and family be murdered? Do you think they would have done the same to you hmm? Watch you die and hide in fear? Maybe rather than be so angry with me for killing them, you should look at yourself and hate your own weakness and inability to stop me. You are nothing, but a sad pathetic little girl who watch everyone she cared about die and then in an attempt to make yourself feel like you did something you came here to stand before me NOW after everyone is dead."

The face the girl made next was exactly what he was looking for. She went from angry and sad to the look that every human gets on their face when all their hopes ad beliefs have been taken from them. The look when you realize you have nothing left to live for and death is the only salvation you can see in your future. Young as she was, even she was able to make this face and it brought Saitou an unmeasurable amount of joy to see that look on her face. She dropped to to little knees her eyes still on Saitou, but it was apparent she was no longer really looking at him. Her soul had already left her when Saitou spoke his words. In response the sadistic Kaguya clan member simply pointed his index finger at the girls forehead as a small bone edged out from the tip. In an instant the bone shot from his finger and straight through the girl's forehead killing her instantly. The bone went through her skull and embedded itself in the ground behind her as he body fell to the left. Saitou turned and looked back the orange sky and sighed heavily.

"That was fun."

As the hovering clouds above continued to grow in size and darken this pasture, the air would become rather chilled. A single rain drop would fall from the heavens onto a once beautiful flower that was now wiltering. Following suit was more rain to fall in its incosistent pattern that resembled the heartbeat of a sorrowful being. A hand seal made by an ever so distant male would create a dark grey fog or mist, whichever you prefer to call it. This fog would seem to take its resting place among this once beautiful pasture, making it rather gloomy and omniscient. Perhaps an omen to give hint to the coming events about to take place. Those within this dark fog, who are not the creator, would be greeted with a welcoming glow of electricity along there body. Perfectly harmless, but it had its purpose that should seem rather obvious within the darkness.

The man who would cast this aura of gloom and doom, was none other than the renowned assassin, Tenraku Dante. He would enter this setting, hooded like always, carrying a silver katana. His steps masked by the ever falling rain, while roars of thunder boomed from above. The sky was one with Dante and Dante was one with the sky. At least that was how he thought of it. It always resembled the inner spirit of his being. Dante would announce his presence a good 10 feet behind his opponent. "Aren't we quite strong? Laying waste to defenseless villages and weak little girls." he said sarcastically with his usual cold tone. He had a smirk on his face, as he watched the man before him. "You think you'd be able to use some of that strength to defend yourself? he said while making a hand seal. Within this fog, Dante wouldn't expect his opponent to be able to see him as anything other than a shadowy silhouette. Yet Dante would have a good view of him.