"Are you alright?"

Her head snapped away from the screen only to lock in with a pair of sunglasses sitting three seats away from hers. He was gazing at her in a way that felt weirdly fami-

Oh.

Shit.

"Are you a stalker?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, miss."

"No, no. You are, uh, definitely stalking me."

His lips twitched slightly and he turned his gaze to the screen. Chizue could feel the irritation bubbling up at being promptly ignored like that.

"And now you are ignoring me, what are you? Five?"

As if provoked, he snapped his head at hers and stared intensely. She felt herself almost breaking out in a sweat. He kept his heated gaze towards her, and it felt as if thousands of needles were stinging her due to the intensity of his stare.

Suddenly, he took up his hand and put his finger in front of his mouth and made a shushing noise.

"It is impolite to speak so loudly in a cinema, I daresay."

What?

That guy had the nerve to stalk her, ignore her and then chastise her for her behaviour? How dare he! Where did he get off being so weird? With those sunglasses and why the hell was he wearing headphones in a cinema? Could he at least pretend to actually care about the movie? It was not like Chizue possessed anything remotely to pride or honor, but to be so completely dismissed was taking the cake.

And eating it too.

Even the couple making out a few rows in front of her were at least trying to play it off when they noticed someone watching, but this guy didn't even fricking try!

She felt the temptation to grab her axe and hack some appendages of this guy, but since she didn't want to be found by the Shinsengumi, and this guy seemed buff so no hacking. Not that she liked hacking, since it always ended with bloody clothes, but this guy was asking for it!

Feeling her face go red with petty anger, she counted to ten and decided to go for the mature option.

She was a respectful member of society, so to act childlike now would not benefit her reputation the slightest. She would be the grown up in this situation, making every honorable human being in the vicinity smile proudly.

Revenge it is.

She stopped paying even the slightest attention to the movie, and got to brooding on the perfect plan. It had to be something cunning, intricate and above all funny.

It didn't seem as if he would stand up anytime soon, so a fart cushion was off limits.

She doubted he would accept a seemingly innocent flower if she gave it to him now, probably guessing that he would be sprayed wet if he did, plus giving your stalker flowers wasn't the best idea.

She didn't have any kind of buzzing gum, so that was out of the question too.

So that left...

Grabbing some stuff out of her pocket she went to work, hiding her masterpiece from prying eyes. After a short while of impressive concentration she smiled.

'Now I just need to wait.'

Luckily, the movie wasn't as long as she had originally thought, and as soon as the movie ended and she saw the blue haired man stand, she knew it was her time to strike.

Standing up as well she grabbed her master piece, remained a safe distance away from the man only to speed up slightly as soon as he neared the entrance. She slipped by him, sticking her master piece on him and nonchalantly walked out of the cinema.

She went to the nearest corner to review her handy work, and as soon as she got a look at the mans back she started giggling uncontrollably.

Her master piece consisted of a medium sized piece of paper and a piece of tape.

The trick was to write 'KICK ME' on it.

Truly she was a genius.

She slowly recovered from her laughing fit, and turned around to leave the crime scene. During her casual but oh-so-smug stroll of victory she heard a voice behind her.

"Really?"

Quickly turning around she came eye to eye with her victim. Noticing the amused, but also slightly annoyed look on his face she remained silent.

"Really?"

Checking her escape routes, she noticed a conveniet trash bin standing close to an airvent. She could also just turn around and run, but that would seem as if she were the one guilty. She was, but hey. Although running through the crowd would probably lose him so-

"Don't even think about running."

"I, uh, wasn't"

Chizue could feel his eye roll.

"Uh, je ne parle pas bien, uh, japonais?"

"Could you skip the petty tricks? It's obviously not working, I daresay."

Chizue glared at him. He was totally stalking her and being mean, and now insulting her? That was low.

"As I, uh, asked earlier, why are you following me."

He didn't say anything but instead motioned to my sides. I looked down, confused. Nothing extroardinary was positioned in her belt and the only noticable thing was a small trinket attached to her jacket.

Suddenly he moved. Before I could completely process what he was doing, but in no time he was on exact the same spot he stood earlier.

"Uh, what did you do?" Chizue asked with a light urgency.

He again said nothing. He turned around and motioned for me to follow.

"Follow me ple-""No."

As soon as Chizue noticed he meant for her to follow, she decided to bail and get the fuck out. He was creeping her out and he gave out the scariest vibe she had encountered in months. She had learnt herself not to deal with such people, and she wasn't planning to change that.

His stance shifted lightly and suddenly she felt something sharp sting both her arms and her neck.

"This one doesn't think you have a choice, I daresay."

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