"A Game of Cat and Mouse"

-Would You Like to Play a Game?-

~II~

Boris had let the mouse lay across his bed. He didn't mind the floor...

He slightly regretted it once he woke with a stiff back.

Groaning into a back-pain-relieving stretch, he looked over at the sleeping body.

"Come on Pierce, wake up." He called from his spot. Still no reaction...

Sighing to himself, he knew what he had to do, and headed to the amusement park.

He returned to find the Dormouse in the same state.

"If you don't get up, I'll just have to have the coffee and cheese to myself~!" He warned.

After getting no response he went up to the unconscious gravedigger and placed the food and drink near his face.

"Come on Pierce, get up!" He hissed, annoyed. "Fine! Don't get up! I don't care; I have better things to do!"

The Cheshire Cat turned around and headed towards the Castle of Hearts.

*Would You Like To Play A Game?*

"Hahaha, you missed me~!" Boris laughed as the bullet flew past him.

"Don't tempt me." Ace was such a strange competitor... he smiled too much. It almost made Boris worry.

He was forced to get over it when another bullet grazed his shoulder. Wincing inwardly he turned to make sure he was close to an exit.

"Don't turn your back!" Ace warned, coming closer. Boris moved fast, grabbing his favorite gun and shooting at him, before using the escape route. By the sound of it, the bullet had simply skimmed the other mans leg. Damn.

"Jeez, I know I asked Ace for a challenge, but..." He looked at the bleeding wound on his arm. He would have to avoid running into Alice...

As he made his way home, applying pressure to his newly acquired wound, he wondered if Pierce was awake yet.

He found his answer lying alone in the bed with an empty cup and clean plate.

*Would You Like To Play A Game?*

"Hey, if you're just going to pretend to be hurt for a free meal; all you had to do was ask!" He growled, tail twitching in annoyance.

Boris could see the mouse's body tense. Good, he was still awake.

"Hey! Get up or Ill just eat you now!"

Why was he shaking so violently?

"...blood...smells like blood..."

"Yea, I got scratched. So what?"

"Cat... I smell cat..."

"Don't you act all panicked, I'm trying to talk to you!" The cat gave up and jumped on top of the younger mouse.

Pierce's green eyes looked up at him in complete fear.

"G-G-Get o-o-off m-me!" he pleaded.

"Pierce-!"

"W-Who's P-Pierce...?"

~II~

AN: Updated and edited!

Uh-oh… Who's Perice?