A drabble set after Bayonetta faces Iustitia. Written because I can't stand crying children or cockroaches, but Cereza is pretty cute.
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Bayonetta loathed the Cardinal Virtues almost as much as she did crying infants – their speeches, while long winded, lacked the whining edge that children were capable of producing through their tears. Bayonetta had especially hated Iustitia, because it seemed more than likely that when she finally located Cereza, the little girl would be crying over the loss of her stuffed toy, and she despised crying. Bayonetta crouched, picking up Cheshire from the ground.
With an impatient sight, she wiped the dust from its cloth body, stroking the place where the button was missing. It wouldn't do for Cereza to start crying about that either.
If the girl ceased calling her 'Mummy', then she wouldn't make a completely dreadful companion; it was impressive that she didn't snivel as much as other brats doubtlessly would. Bayonetta rolled her eyes. She was not going soft. Averting her gaze from Cheshire, Bayonetta scanned the ground in search of the lost eye.
"Button, button, who's got the button?" A glint of green caught her eye. The button was camouflaged by an odd sprinkle of grass, but not well enough to avoid Bayonetta's scrutiny. She flicked the tip of the button with the heel of her boot, causing it to soar up into the air and land in her outstretched palm.
Rifling through her pockets, Bayonetta found a couple of spare lollipops, several rounds of bullets, an extra ribbon and a sticky plaster. She taped the button to the plush cat's face, pressing it securely into place, and examined her handiwork. It wasn't perfect by a long shot, but anything that would keep the little one entertained enough that she'd focus on anything other than Bayonetta wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Nor was the fact that Cereza would, for a while, be happy.
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