Warm blood ran down his forearm. It wasn't his of course; his mark had been intentionally annoying and deserved it. Covered in sticky red, Cheshire Cat grinned at the moon, "Do you think she'll come again?" He asked.
"Why should you care? She's not even interesting." A voice grumbled.
"She has a sword." Another said. "She can use a friggin' sword, how is that boring?"
"It makes it fun," Cheshire Cat said, as he leaned back to stretch out on the rooftop. “I wonder if she can keep up this time,"
"Let's see if you can get away this time idiot. You almost tripped off a roof last time showing off."
"I can't just get away!" The Cheshire said in shock, "That's not playing the game."
"Phantom isn't here, do we have to play?" A quiet voice ventured.
"That's right, Phantom's gone-"
"No!" The Cheshire Cat yelled and covered his ears, "he's coming back! He promised! He promised! He promised!"
"Found you!" Cheshire sat up in surprise. She stood on the adjacent roof; her black hair glistened in the crescent moon's light. He grinned, stood and gracefully leaped over the small gap between them.
"Hey look they're gonna start flirting again." One of the voices said.
"Aw you missed me," the Cheshire Cat smiled.
"As you killed my father I will now kill you!" She said while she drew her sword slowly. It was a traditional Japanese sword passed down through her family for generations. He knew because he retrieved it for her father months ago and was paid to murder him shortly afterwards.
“They’re so cute!” the voices cooed.
“Die!” She screamed as she lunged, the sword-point level with his heart.
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Phantom
ActionCheshire Cat is an assassin. He does what he wants, when he wants, depending on what the voices say. What will happen when he is cornered into protecting someone? Can he handle keeping someone safe? Or will the kid be killed before his time is up?
