So Long Ago

Chapter 1

You: Aww, Chat Doodle why dont you give your chapters cool names instead of boring numbers?!

Me: Aww, how cute!! You think im that creative? Try again. im legit stealing other people's characters and ideas to make this story. legit. Besides. Im terrible with names. Ask Tiny Chat the tiny ceramic cat i made. *shoves Tiny Chat into view*

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Years have passed. The scrawny little alley cat was now taller. Leaner. And more clever than ever. His emerald eyes glint in the dark shadows as he crept along, melding in perfectly with the darkness. He kept his leather clad body pressed to the brick walls, his tail and ears flicking at every sound of a footstep or voice of a person as he moved. The cat watched, in patient silence as he passed by countless civilians on their way home from a long day of work. Unlucky for them...the cat's work had just begun.

A blur of black claws, and gone would be a diamond necklace from the thick, fat neck of a rich lady. Another swipe, and the business man was now missing his golden cufflinks. With a gleam of emerald eyes a purse would be looted of anything sparkly before one could even say "Lucky Charm". And the best part for the cat...? No one bats an eye. Not a single soul even realized they were being robbed from until it was far, FAR too late. And that was enough to make the cat snicker softly.

Chat Noir still chuckles quietly as he throws his new pearl necklace over his head with the few other stolen necklaces he had put on, as well as other..."borrowed" jewelry. He sits back against the alley wall, taking a small break from his thieving as he admires his new little treasures, before placing them carefully into a backpack he had been wearing just prior. It hurt the cat's pride just a bit, however, to return to petty thievery. He had grown accustomed to so much more...challenging games. But alas...he had reasons to do what he did tonight. And it's always good to return to one's roots, no?~

A scream pierces the air. In sudden flash of alarm Chat Noir drops his bag of jewels, some of the earrings and bracelets scattering out with little clinks of metal on cement. Thoroughly annoyed and irritated at being startled like that, Chat glances over to shoot a glare at the source of the scream.

There, standing on the sidewalk with her mouth agape, staring in wide eyed terror, was an elderly lady. She raised a shaking finger aimed directly at the leather clad man's chest. "Ch-ch-ch-ch...." She gasped, struggling to even say it aloud as by now, other passerby's and civilians were beginning to gawk at her, and whatever the hell she was pointing at in that dark alley.

Meanwhile, the cat himself was quite annoyed at this point. He quickly scoops up his scattered jewelry back into the bag, slinging the pack onto his shoulders before poking his head out of the alley, where the woman still stood, her knees shaking like a Chihuahua and eyes widening even more, stuttering and babbling for the life of her. "Ch-ch-ch-ch N-n-n-n-!!" she desperately gasped in her fear.

Chat Noir, much to her horror and those around her, steps into the light, and puts a hand over the old woman's mouth, silencing her.

"Chat Noir. Chat....Noir. Not 'ch-ch-ch-ch.' Not so hard, see? Okay? Im going to let you go, and then you can scream. But if you're gonna say my name, at least say it correctly, Granny." He teased, flashing her that trademark Cheshire cat grin and wink.

Slowly, his hand withdrew from her mouth, the woman's eyes bulging so large one might think they'd pop out. Chat still grinned, enjoying the fear on her face and of those around them. The woman continued to gape and stare in shock at the cat. At last, something clicks in the woman, and she screamed for bloody murder.