I forgot to mention, but the whole 200-word storytelling idea is originally by Uncoloured186. So, really, I own nothing.
The boy keeps up rather well. As he should, Ayame thinks. They were only running, after all; if he couldn't keep up, he didn't deserve the title of Black Cat.
Satisfied, Ayame leaves him alone, to talk to the ninja with hemorrhoids who had been trailing them.
"Why are you tagging along?" she hisses. "I was told I was training him, not anyone else."
"Don't tell me you were planning to do something dirty with a kid?" Zenzou smirks. Before Ayame can say that she will do dirty things with Gin-san only, Zenzou continues, "I heard it's important that nothing happens to him before he's fully trained, so they sent me for extra security."
"The kid's one of those rich bastards, then?" She scoffs. "Do they no longer trust me?"
The ninja shrugs. "When you lose your glasses, trust is out of the question."
Ayame promptly punches the man in the guts. However, as soon as he groans, fire stops them both in their tracks, acting as a wall between them and the trainee running ahead.
By the time she jumps onto a house nearby and leaps past the fire, the boy nicknamed Black Cat is nowhere to be seen.