In the Envelope were dual sheets of paper, the one on top was the most important, and hand written....
Dear Dallas,
If you haven't already guessed (a small arrow entered, in tiny print, 'and you're smarter than that, come on nya!!'), it's me, Cheshire! I know we haven't talked lately, and I wish I was there right now, but I know you're probably having (knowing you, wink) an intamate moment with Brie-chan, so I'll try and be brief. If you're reading this, then two conditions have occured. The first is that Brie was able to rescue you. The second-
well, we'll get to that...
Cheshire grit her teeth, seeing the array of spells. She knew how this was going to end. She had known when she wrote that letter that she was just inviting Bad luck. After all, a cat only had so many lives to play around with. She should have told Sakura about it- naaah, same with the headmistress', they'd advise against it, call her reckless. Still, Cheshire was not the kind to just lay down- after all, she was the token, over-energetic catgirl! Without her there'd be no Temperance!
Yeah, an exageration, but Cheshire never let little details bother her.
Frankly, wish I could be there- but eeeeveryone told me to let Brie get you, and after all, it was a good point. Sure, you're my best only best friend, but, I'll be honest, Brie is stupidly, dopishly, super over the top head over heels in love with you. Lord only knows why, you're both pretty dense at times, but all kidding aside, you hold on to that girl and never let her go: Love like that doesn't happen often, take it from me.
It's funny.... I'm reading what I wrote so far, and it's wierd. I never thought I'd use a term like Best Friend. I can count the people I'm really good friends with on one hand. Don't get me wrong, there are a ton of cute girls at Temperance, but not many I'd consider friends. And Best Friends share everything right? Did you know the whole Harbringer thing was originally my idea? I had this whooooole plan to take over the country by taking control of the shadows, then taking over the world with my army of cute girls in bikini tops and mini-skirts. I know, it was stupid, and got out of hand.. but it was still a fun little dream. Also, I kinda blame myself for Iris.... so do me a favor: If she ever comes back... forgive her. I can't have my two friends hating eachother, it isn't right. I think once she gets her head straight.... well, she's a good person deep down.
Cheshire took a deep breath, leaping into the air as she ran forward, the explosions of spells, the explosion of her own clone raging around her. The blast was respectable, but the cat girl urged herself forward, wincing through the pain she leapt, showing her dexterity by running along the walls. Her eyes were both glowing a gentle pink, and gleaming in that sly, cheshire manner. She had a plan alright...
As she padded along the wall, on all fours, she ran faster, zipping forward as a blur
But look at this. I promised myself I'd only use one page for this stupid letter, and I'm rambling on like an idiot- who knows nya? Maybe I was never cut out to be a Guardian... Maybe... maybe I'm just afraid of only one thing. Yeah that's right, laugh it up! I, the amazing Cheshire, have a secret fear I never told anyone ever! But- I'm rambling again. I said I'd get to the second condition for you reading this, and I will. Just... just give me a minute.
A deep laceration appeared in Cheshire's cheek, her skirt burning half off from the blasts and revealing her unmentionables, as she leapt, landing right between the two potentials, her hair shadowing her face as she grinned wider, her arms crossed, slammed into the floor beneath them
The first condition was that Brie had saved you from being an Emo-goth forever. The second...
"You know Lyra-chan.... you just gave me a bright idea...."
the pink stripes of Cheshire's jacket lit up brightly, the floor below her suddenly displaying a massive Pink Pawprint, reaching past both girls
The second condition is..... If you're reading this, then I won't ever see you again. Because the second condition...
The pink mixed with white, a sudden aura of white spiking around Cheshire, her eyes glowing brightly as she stopped grinning, eyes closed in pain
sorry Dallas...
is that I am dead.
The resulting Explosion was instantaneous and Massive. Cheshire had never used a bombing spell that large before, and for good reason- Even in this side staircase, the explosion shook the very foundations of the school, a magical hellstorm of ridiculous proportions, ripping through wall and stone in a spike of giant, pink light. It was mixed with the energy of the cure. All of Cheshire's Mana, her life force, and energy, as well as the purifying Cure, was focussed into that blast, it rose and split the clouds in the sky, lancing into the heavens in testament, bright enough that the sky darkened around it for a brief moment before it subsided, leaving only silence. It was everything Cheshire Had, her love, her mana, and her lifeforce
All of it.
At this point.... you're probably expecting me to pop out from the corner... maybe flip your skirt or sneak a grope or two, appear and go 'Gotcha!' or 'You've been punked!' maybe make a joke about cats having nine lives and you being super gullible- I almost expect it too. But.... It's not gonna happen. Who knows- maybe I tripped and broke my neck, maybe I got too ambitious and attacked Jelena head on... or maybe I just did some stupid, over the top, sentimental act.... but nothing's going to change it. Truth is... the only thing in the entire world that scares me is dying.
Cheshire's body had straightened up during the blast, and when it subsided, she was standing, her clothes smoldering as she looked up, half lidded, at the sky- the hole in the ceiling bathed her in light, causing the dust to sparkle around her gently, like tear drops as, slowly, her half opened mouth moved into a grin. As if time was moving at a quarter of the speed, Cheshire slowly slumped to he knees, her ears drooped against her head. her hands hung limp at her side, her palms badly burned as she fell forward, the light in her usually cheerful eyes slowly fading as they closed, her body hitting the ground with a dull thud. Her head was turned, and she was still smiling, softly, as if she was the only one in on some huge joke. her tail laying against her leg, still as stone.
So listen up and listen good, dammit- cause attatched to this is my last will and testament! The short version is I'm leaving everything to you, my best friend. My belongings, my savings (you'd be surprised how much you can save living off the academy's dime nya!), everything! But I have some conditions. First, don't let them bury me in my uniform- I hate that damned outfit and they all know it! If they can, I'd like to be buried in a cute little bikinni... but... if that's unacceptble... my normal clothes are fine, I guess. Second, and this is a biggie, you better become someone amazing, and stop letting the memory of your a*****e father hold you back. You're an amazing person already, and I can see the diamond in the rough, so you better start polishing! Sing once in a while, laugh, do the things girls are supposed to do! Third, and this one is most important
Cheshire's body didn't move- for her, looking this peaceful was so odd- Cheshire was someone who always moved about, who never sat still. Even then, you half expected her to jump up, as if this really was a prank, make a bad pun, maybe try and seduce one of the two potentials.... but after what felt like hours, it became very apparent that Cheshire'd never flip a skirt or cop a feel again.
all so that others could live on
You had better, and I mean better, be happy with Brie! I'm serious about what I said before! The girl loves you like the frikkin' sunrise! I'm gonna be watching, and if you two do something stupid to hurt eachother, I will haunt you till the day you die! and not the creepy haunting, my kinda haunting, which involves a whip, some hancuffs, and candlewax!
....
I'm sorry... though. I wish I could see you again.... and I can barly write cause my eyes won't stop ******** watering... But you know me... I'm irresponsible, rude, and waaay to into other people's business for my own good. I'm a cat. What did you expect? Just... know this. Dallas: you're the best friend I've ever had, and knowing you was the happiest I had ever been. period. I'll die with a smile on face, just from knowing you.
with Love....
Cheshire.
P.S.- I want you to sing something at my funeral... something nice, but upbeat... I think.... no, I know... it'll be the most beautiful send off ever.