Black Cat Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Fate ❯ A Friendship ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Any sunny day Train could be found lying on the high roof top of his apartment, basking in the sun‘s powerful glory. Actually, you could find this cat sprawled up there even at night, taking in the moon’s rays in the sun’s stead.


But there was just something about the sun’s heat that Train found intoxicating. Ironic considering he was a black cat. Any normal person would think a black cat preferred moonlight, viewing the sun as too much for their dark fur to handle. Black attracts heat after all.


It didn’t matter as that little fact never seemed to stop this black cat. It also didn’t stop strays he came across. Oddly enough the cats he saw absorbing the heat along with him were black as well.


Wonder why that is? Train puzzled. He brushed the thought aside, seeing it as unimportant. All that mattered was he enjoyed it.


“I thought I‘d find you here, Train-kun.”


Then again, a white cat wasn’t one to avoid roof tops either.


Train opened his eyes, immediately regretting his rash decision as his bright friend blinded him momentarily. He quickly closed them and placed a hand to above himself in an attempt to block the offending, yet charming light.


He then slowly opened his eyes, learning from his mistake and was greeted by happy teal ones.


With a laugh, Saya sat down next to him, eyeing the forgotten milk next to Train.


I’ll get you my pretty. Saya thought, adding a witch-like cackle in her mind. (A/N anyone else find that ironic?)


The Black Cat seemed to take no notice to Saya’s longing look and instead shut his eyes again, wanting to feel the sun’s rays further.


The white cat thought this was the perfect opportunity to snatch her pretty and made a move for it. Neighbor was too quick as his crude hand grabbed it mere moments before Saya’s delicate hand could.


The Chronos number gently set it one his other side, determined to keep the weird girl away from it.


The sweeper pouted at the assassin as he looked at her with one eye, careful to have it pointing in her direction before it opened so as to prevent being blinded again.


“You’ll have to do better than that,” Train said flat toned. He turned his gaze towards the sky, watching as the clouds passed by.


“You’re mean Train-kun. You need to learn how to share. Especially with your friends,” Saya said as she thought of another plan to obtain the much desired milk.


“Too bad there are none around here,” commented Train as he smiled crookedly.


Again Saya pouted, “Boy that was rude. You sure are rude. Why do I talk to you?”


“I ask myself that everyday,” mutter the man quietly.


Either Saya didn’t hear him, or she chose to ignore his spoken thought. Most likely the former as she smiled mischievously. Her plan to get the white substance was completed.


Train found himself watching one cloud in particular. There was nothing special about it as it floated along with the rest of its friends, but still he found himself watch it‘s every movement.


Suddenly, Trains view of the marshmallow cloud was obscured by a soft hand.


“Hey! What’re you--” Train sputtered, desperately trying to remove the hand from his eyes. All he heard was the evil laughter of the young girl as she leaned over him and grasped the precious milk. Finally releasing her hold over Train’s eyes, she sat back and commenced the chugging session.


Train sat up quickly, realizing what just happened and bent on stopping the travesty. He was too late as he helplessly watched his beloved milk disappear before his eyes.


Once the milk was entirely consumed, she gasped happily handing the now empty bottle back to her loner friend. Train snatched it impatiently, grumbling something under his breath.


“What was that, Train-kun?” Saya questioned with a hint of delight.


He looked at her irritated and waved the clear bottle in her face. “The milk’s gone now. What do you expect me to do with an empty bottle?”


The female sweeper placed a finger to her chin in thought. “You could scrounge for the small drops clinging to the sides.” At Train’s irritated look remained, she laughed. “Come on now Train-kun, there’s plenty you can do with an empty bottle! You just gotta use your imagination!”


Leaning back on his hands, he raised a brow at the girl, “For example?” He asked wishing to here the rest of the crazy girl’s idea.


“Uh, like… Let’s see..” She took the bottle from Train’s hand and began examining it pensively. “How about building a miniature boat in it? Lot’s of people do that for a hobby.”


Train couldn’t help but chuckle at that idea. “Building miniature boats in a bottle is a hobby for people?”


“Yep!” Replied the girl merrily.


“How does that idea come about? Was someone just staring at an empty bottle and said, ‘you know what that bottle needs? A boat.’ Honestly, who became bored to the point to make something like that,” Train frowned at the idea. Seriously, a ship in a bottle? “How do you even go about doing that?” He questioned his neighbor.


“How should I know? It’s not a hobby of mine,” she continued eyeing the bottle thoughtfully. “They must use really tiny sticks and tweezers or something…” She muttered to herself.


The assassin shrugged, “Seems pretty boring to me.” He closed his eyes and laid down once more to relax under the sun.


Saya looked at Train slightly shocked, “Don’t you have a hobby, Train-kun?”


“Hobby?” Questioned the resting Black Cat, “What for?”


“What for? You really are weird. Hobbies are fun! They help pass the time and keep people happy.” She smiled as she turned her head to face the cloud filled sky, “You should really have one.”


“Well, I guess mine would be laying on roof tops. But that’s all really.” Train thought for a moment longer before saying, “Unless drinking milk counts.”


Train heard a thud next to him as Saya collapsed on the roof’s shingles in laughter. Once she regained her composure, she sat up blot right and stared at Train amused.


“You know, that was the third time.” The white cat flipped the bottle cap off and began examining it as well.


Number XIII was confused. He looked up at Saya as she spun the bottle’s cap between her small fingers, “Third time what?”


Saya shut one eye as her other peeked inside the glass bottle, “The third time you made a joke.”


Train turned his gaze back to the same cloud he’d been watching. The white fluffy puff was now half way across the sky so Train’s head faced slightly away from the girl, “Am I incapable of that?”


“That’s not what I meant. You just seem to be having a change in your demeanor.” Saya balanced the cap on the very tip of her forefinger, concentrating on keeping it up more than necessary. “You seem…calmer.”


The disk shaped cap fell with a quiet clank. Saya looked at it defeated before picking it back up, scowling at in its direction as if that would set it straight. A spark in her eyes formed as she devised a plan for her round friend.


Train eyed the girl for a short moment, then returned his golden eyes back to his traveling cloud. Calmer, huh?


His questions from the night before were starting to make sense. He was still bothered by the guilt and though he still didn’t quite understand why it suddenly appeared, he could tell understanding would soon arrive.


Deep down, he didn’t really want to kill that man. He saw him as no threat. Just a short, fat man who made stupid choices. Train didn’t know him and didn’t have any bad blood towards him, so why did he have to kill him? Just because my masters told me to.


Train growled in his mind at that thought.


“Let’s sing the world’s song
How far shall we go
Looking up in the sky”


He turned his attention back to his loopy companion as she sang her song. This was the song Train awoke to after she took him in.


“A baby’s first cry
The beating of an insect’s wings”


He never could make sense of the lyrics, but it was a nice song and her voice wasn‘t bad either. She sings it at such random times though. That wasn’t completely true. Train could tell she sang it when she felt most at ease.


“Lightly, lightly, floating…
Carry our feelings.”


Train looked back to the sky as her song finished. Maybe her lifestyle is getting to me.


Saya’s song had distracted him enough to make him unaware of the shuffling that took place behind him as he felt feminine fingers messing through his hair.


He slapped insanely at the Saya’s hands as they tangled something small into one of his many dark locks.


“Hey! What the hell are you doing?!” Train shrieked loudly as he smacked around his head at her.


“A little hobby of mine. I call it, ‘Annoying the Train!’ Sounds fun, huh?” She laughed as she took the milk cap and proceeded to wrap it within the confines of Train’s hair. It’s messiness was perfect for hiding something so small.


Train continued prying at Saya’s hands, but found it futile. Once she finished, she stood and stared down at Train triumphantly.


“It’s no use, Train-kun!” The carefree girl said in a bad guy tone as he hunted for the round cover. “I knotted it in there pretty good. I’m a knot tying champion! Or maybe it should be Cap Tangling in People’s Hair Champion?”


The Chronos agent searched for the object lodged in his hair thoroughly. He traced each inch of his chocolate hair slowly with his bold fingers until he came across a lump that didn’t belong.


Damn, she did knot it good. He fingered the lump with worry. I might have to cut it out. As hard as he tried he just couldn’t find a point that made untying possible.


He could feel the cap’s cold surface and started sliding it out. It didn’t move at first, but slowly, with time, he was able to remove the little devil.


As the sweeper laughed harder, Train knew he must have made his already messy hair even messier. Not only that, strands were wet. It seems the cap still had some small drops of milk in it that his thick hair absorbed.


“Is this how you normally do your hair in the morning?” The sweeper continued laughing at her angry friend. I bet he just doesn’t brush it when he wakes up, Saya thought with confidence.


She looked down at Train as he poked the spot where the cap had been. “Not cool, there was still milk in there in,” he said angrily.


Now Saya fell to her knees in laughter and wrapped her arms around her aching stomach. A small smack against her cheek brought out of her hysteria. She looked up and saw the trouble making cap on the ground next to her through the laughter induced tears.


She stood and wiped her eyes, “Come on now, Train-kun, your hair’s so puffy the milk should dissolve pretty quick.”


“And how do you know this?” Train scoffed.


“It’s science! Science doesn’t lie!”


Much to Saya’s surprised, Train laughed quietly. She smiled warmly. He is unwinding more. I can see it in his eyes.


The sweeper girl turned from Train and began to walk to the roof’s edge. “Well, I’d better get going. I’ve goofed off enough on my current mission as it is.” She looked at Train over her shoulder, “See ya later!” She then jumped off the roof and out of sight.


Train didn’t bother looking as she jumped down. Instead his eyes were glued to the same cloud once more. It was nearly out of view as it floated away peacefully.


“Later.”


A/N: I got Saya’s song by putting the subtitles on my dubbed DVD (dubbed is better than subbed btw). As I said, this is more so based on the manga, but I wanted to use some things from the anime that I liked.