Talk:Kunoichi/@comment-201.141.148.104-20160310181438/@comment-28935784-20160314163550

That night, sitting in my bed fearing my impending death, I raise the kitchen knife I have in my hand, wondering if I should die honourably in combat or by my own hand.

Maybe my own hand is better. After all, I have no honour anyway. I'm no fighter.

I slowly raise the knife and let out a strangled sob. &lsquo;Bye, mommy, daddy. You'll never complain about having an unworthy son now. Ha, ha.

&lsquo;I'm sorry I had to leave you, little sis. I've emailed you my passwords and password manager info. I hope you can close down all my accounts without changing my status to &ldquo;I'm gay&rdquo; or whatever.

&lsquo;Sorry about the drinking nights we didn't have, my friends. Wish we could, but it's too late. I won't forget you guys.&rsquo;

I raise the blade and prepare to bring it down for the end.

A hand grabs my wrist and easily sends the blade skittering over to the corner. I look up and see the hand is attached to a purple-sleeved wrist which is attached to ... a kunoichi.

My scream is cut off by a soft palm closing over my mouth. The kunoichi leans in and nibbles my ear.

&lsquo;Shhhhhh,&rsquo; she whispers soothingly. &lsquo;I'm not here to hurt you. I came to take you away from here. To make sure you feel loved and cared for. We can stay at my village, or get our own place. It's up to you.&rsquo;

&lsquo;B-but,&rsquo; I sputter, &lsquo;my Cheshire friend said you would assassinate me ...&rsquo;

&lsquo;I know,&rsquo; she says. &lsquo;We do that to men we love or to anti-monster fascists. We remove them from society and show them how superior monsters and monster love is, and how hate is powerless against us. Come along, dear.&rsquo;

Like I had a choice. She yanked me to my feet and disappeared in a twister of heart-shaped leaves.

Oh well, I could learn a few ninja moves and escape.

My enemies, I mean.