Whatever you may read in the chapter below, remember this: stalking IS bad. If someone is stalking you, call the cops.
/crying because I don't own manga
Before anyone can blink, Ayame presses a kunai against Black Cat's throat. He flinches. Her face is so close to the child's mask that if it wasn't so dark, Ayame would be able to see his eyes.
"Listen, kid," she smiles grimly, "I'd love to be anywhere but here right now, too; but guess who called me out this fine midnight? You did."
Zenzou makes no attempt to stop her, and neither does his hemorrhoids. Ayame feels satisfied with herself.
"If you want to leave, go. Then I can leave too," she feels her face flush. "And I can go back to Gin-san and watch him sleep and-"
"Oi, don't scar people with stories of your nightly activities," Zenzou mutters.
With a huff, Ayame returns her kunai to her side and stands up straight. People just don't understand; stalking isn't that bad. Besides, no one looks scarred. Black Cat is panting and backing away, but that's because Ayame threatened his life.
…Right?
"So, little boy, do you want to leave?"
Black Cat hesitates, his fingers twitching, clenching, making rhythms against his plaid shorts. He finally replies with a short "no," and Ayame huffs.
"Alright then, mission time. Stay close."