Thread: Worlds Greatest Marksman vs Worlds Greatest Cat Burglar (Vash x Psycho)

As soon as the arrow struck the glass and shattered it to near bits, the expression on my face changed. It went from confident to very nervous in a second. I froze, eyes wide, like a cat staring the oncoming danger. I was like a kid caught red-handed. If I move, I'll be shot. If I run, I'll also be shot. Even if I make it out, the place will probably be surrounded. I regained a straight posture. Fine. But I have a question... I spoke, glaring at you as the sound of police sirens fills the air. They're almost here. There was a slight moment of silence. Didn't momma tell you to never cross a Black Cat? At that exact moment, every single light in the entire building shut off - including the emergency lights. The room was left in completely darkness. Not even an inch in front could be seen. There was a light shuffling sound before I struck you. Having lunged at you from behind, I pranced on your back. Its bad luck! I whispered seductively in your ear seemingly doing nothing useful but grab a hold of your waist and wrap my arms tightly around your neck - something not nearly life-endangering or even threatening. Until, I slammed a rubber hand-sized patch onto your face that covered your mouth and nose completely then it all changed. It stuck on like super glue and ultimately restricted any air from entering your nostrils or mouth. I quickly pounced off, digging my feline nails in your shoulder as I removed myself from you. I slammed my foot behind your knees to hopefully send you flying to the ground. I set off running. I didnt have time to exit skillfully through a window. I could hear police already making their way in. I had no choice, I had to act fast. While on you, I grabbed an arrow from the quiver. Knowing full well the capabilities of Hawkeye, I recognized the trick arrow and snatched it. I ran for a wall one I knew would leave to the back alley. Slamming the arrow onto the wall, it light up and I took cover. Seconds later it exploded, blowing a hole into the wall. That was my exit. I moved smoothly, like a cat, and although we werent on the main level, I threw myself through the hole and virtually off the building. I didnt need anything to break my fall. My superhuman agility and cat-like sense allowed me to always land on my four feet. I set off running, nearing Marys restaurant in no time. But before I could get close enough to be spotted by the said assignment-giver, I had to know what I was carrying. Opening the bag, I hushed myself in a dark corner and pulled out the foot-by-foot sculpture of an abstract garbage can. I grinned at it, unimpressed by its strangeness. How could this be so valuable? Definitely no Mona Lisa Smirking, I examined the thing, but when I turned it over I noticed the bottom had a removable plate that had been fused close. Immediately, I slammed the piece to the ground. It exploded on impact and broke into many pieces. Long and behold, something lay prominent in the debris of the previous artwork. I squatted down, picking up a mini silk pull-string bag. Opening it, I spilled the contents into my hand. But it wasnt contents it was content. A single stone, huge in size, plopped into my hand. My eyes widened. Immediately, I knew I was holding a Cullinan Diamond. My heart started to race. Whoever I was dealing with was not just some ordinary missionary, but a powerful black market lord. A wave of nausea swept over me. What did I get myself into?