Black Cat Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Fate ❯ The Witch Hunt and Fireworks ( Chapter 4 )

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

Disclaimer: I own nothing you see here, but I want Train (I feel like Creed now).


Saya Minatuski. The name echoed in Creed’s ear like a child’s scream in an empty cave. It was two days ago that he first heard it and he’d been searching restlessly for anything about the sweeper slut.


It was a witch hunt. Yes, a witch hunt because that’s clearly what the woman was. A witch. A witch and a whore. How dare she try to seduce Train?


Creed switched his computer on, determined to find any information on the tramp that he could. He wouldn’t allow this to happen. He was going to dispel her seductive spell. Then Train would come back to him.


His crimson eyes burned with fury as he stared at the old monitor. Why was this even happening? Why was Chronos allowing this woman to live? It was so bluntly obvious that she was a witch bent on destroying Train.


That was a silly question since the answer was as obvious as the slut’s motives. They’re all incompetent morons. That’s why. It made sense that they couldn’t understand the truth even when it slapped them hard in the face.


The biggest question was why hadn’t Train seen it? His precious Black Cat was clever. He should be able to smell a trap so clear as this.


Something had gone wrong. Something must have gone wrong. Somehow that woman was able to get close enough to Train to cast her spell. How was she able to get so close? Creed had never been able to. What made this witch so special? How did she get Train?


No. I won’t let her. I won’t allow her to take Train from me. Creed shook slightly as he clicked through the pages of information sadly. He’s my cat…


Witchcraft was the problem and disposal of the one who had crafted the spell was the only answer. As long as that wench was alive, she would be a threat. She would continue to drain Train of his power in an attempt to control and kill him.


As long as the witch lived, Train would be damned. Creed couldn’t allow his beloved to go through that. He didn’t deserve that kind of life. He deserved to life freely, just as he wanted. Creed would be the one to grant him that freedom.


He clicked the mouse key heavily, bringing up a profile of Saya Minatuski. What makes her so special? She’s no different from the rest of the trash Train is forced to associate with, Creed asked in his mind yet again. There was absolutely nothing special about this woman.


Short dark hair, teal eyes, a cheeky smile. And who seriously wears a Yukata anymore? After seeing what she looked like, Creed was positive Train could never really care for her without the help of the spell.


The swordsman glared at the picture on the screen as it smiled back at him. He really just wanted to set the thing on fire and throw it out the window. Her picture tainted the machine and it could get a virus.


You can do that later. First you need to find out where she lives and dispose of her.


He scrolled down further and smirked as he spotted the address, but frowned at where it was. She lived in the same apartment building as Train. That could explain how she was able to get so close. Still, even in the same building, Train would be able to spot a threat quickly. Did she do something to him to make him trust her?


Fisting his hand into a tight ball he forced the thought aside and stood quickly. The slim man went for the door, grabbing Kotetsu as he left.


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“ ;Sooooooooooooo boooooooooooooooored,” Saya moaned as she collapsed back on her bed, tossing the remove to the dark carpeted floor.


After flipping through the channels for hours, the girl finally decided there was nothing good on. Not only that, her lone cat neighbor hadn’t been around in the past ten days. How was she supposed to survive through such hard times?


She placed a hand over her heart dramatically, “I think I’m gonna die!”


Before she could make good with that threat, she tried calling Train’s cell phone again. Though she knew it was most likely pointless, she was desperate to break away from this deadly boredom.


The bored girl picked her phone up and scrolled down to Train’s name. She clicked the button to call it and pressed it against her ear. After several rings his machine picked up, causing Saya to throw the phone angrily on the bed.


She flailed her limbs around like a child in a toy store being told to leave. “Where the hell are you, Train-kuuuuuuuun?!”


Once she finished venting, she lay limp. Breathing hard from the tantrum she just threw her ears perked at a popping sound. She sat up and looked out her window. She was greeted by an explosion of colors. As she walked to the window another pop sounded accompanied by another splash of colors across the sky.


“Oh! I forget about the festival tonight!” The sweeper girl exclaimed merrily. This certainly brightened her mood.


She practically skipped towards the door, but stopped before grabbing the knob. Fireworks are no fun alone… She thought sadly.


But who could she go with? Train had mysteriously disappeared and he was her only friend around here.


Suddenly she got an idea. She snatched a piece of paper and wrote a short note. Re-reading it, she nodded approvingly and left her apartment. She stopped by her friend’s room and slipped the note between the door and its frame.


There, now if he miraculously comes back, he’ll know where the find me and I won’t be alone for the show.


With that deed done, she pranced off to the festival.


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Cr eed was furious. The last time he’d been this mad was… okay it was about half an hour ago when he first saw the picture of Saya, but still he was pretty damn mad.


After two days of searching for that bloody hoe she wasn’t even home. Even worse, Train would be released soon. He wanted to get this over with so he could greet his partner the moment he got out.


He roared loudly in the empty room and threw a nearby lamp into the mirror adjacent. The crazed man then ripped his sword out of its sheath and slashed around frantically, leaving no wall safe.


He sliced down on the bed, splitting it in half and stabbed the nightstand next to it. With the stand still through his sword, she flipped it over his head and flung it through the closet door.


The room was now occupied with rumble, wood and bed stuffing. Creed heard a distance, but annoying popping sound. He turned his sliver head towards the opened window and growled. The stupid thing was opened, he could have just gone through that instead of cutting the door open. Well, it’s not my fault. How was I supposed to know she’d be stupid enough to leave her window wide open.


His feet crunched on the broken pieces of glass the broken mirror had created as he made his way over to the sound. Taking hold of the small knobs, he slammed panes shut, causing the glass to break. Luckily for him, none managed to scratch his face.


He glared down violently at the shattered glass since they made closing the window pointless. Now how was he supposed to concentrate with that noise in the background?


Figuring staying in the shamble of a room was pointless, he stepped outside and into the bright hallway. No one seemed to notice any of the sounds uttered in the woman’s room. Either no one was around or they were all completely deaf. It made no difference. Had someone walked in on him, Creed would have just killed them on the spot.


He glanced down at what he knew was Train’s apartment and spotted something white hanging out of the door. Further inspection relieved it to be a note.


He walked over to the door and took it upon himself to read the note addressed to Train. He made an aggravated sound once he saw it was from the witch. How dare she?! She left her spell right here waiting for him.


Reading the note in full he snickered to himself, “So she’s at the festival, huh? I think I’m in the mood for some bright colors too.”


He spun abruptly on his heels, unknowingly dropping the note in front of Train’s door. Enjoy the show while you can, witch, cause you will never see anything like it again.


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Standing on a box, Saya scanned the dimly light sky, “Hm, this spot should be good.”


With an approving smile, Saya plopped down on the wooden box allowing her legs to dangle freely. The chosen area was vacant. The closest people were across the long lake, making it impossible to see anything other than small dots.


It was the perfect spot. She wasn’t so close where she had to strain her neck to see anything, but she wasn’t so far that she couldn’t see the colorful show.


The only problem was there were no people. It was good and all not to have someone blocking your way, but she enjoyed the company of others. She didn’t like being alone.


If only Train-kun would answer his stupid phone. Hopefully he’ll get the note before the show ends.


As she gazed up at the sky where the fireworks would soon be, she felt like something was missing. Not a friend though. This time it was something her stomach asked for.


“Milk!” She exclaimed brightly. The white cat lightly jumped off the box and glanced back and forth. “They must sell it here somewhere.”


Just as she was about to make her way towards the crowd she heard footsteps coming from behind her at a rapid pace.


“I’m gonna miss the show!” shouted a voice from behind, causing Saya to whip around quickly. She didn’t even have time to place a face with the voice as it collided into her with such force she was knocked flat on her back.


The sweeper girl groaned painfully as she opened her mouth to say something. Before she could get a word in, she saw a sliver blur make its way towards her. She yelped in vain as the object slammed her straight in the face.


She made friends with the ground once more as she fell heavily to it.


“Oh! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me, young lady.” It was a male voice. He sounded worried as he looked at the beaten girl on the ground.


Rubbing her head where the sliver monstrosity had hit, she looked up. Her gaze was greeted with the face of an older man with olive colored hair. One strangely copper eye showed concern while the other eye was a mystery as it was concealed behind a patch.


He offered her his hand before sputtering more apologies, “I was in a rush and not looking where I was going. I’m really sorry.”


She continued to rub her forehead with her other hand as she looked painfully at the man. He was staring at the spot she was rubbing then seemed to come to a realization and glanced guiltily at the sliver case in his hand.


Saya noticed his glanced and glanced as well. Realization dawned on her and she pointed an accusing finger at the man, completely revealing her swollen forehead.


“You sir have knocked a pretty young lady down twice! What do you intend to do to make up for this horrible deed?”


The eye patched man blinked in confusion. Apparently he hadn’t excepted her to be so perky after just getting creamed in the head with a giant briefcase.


“Well, er… I mean…” The man stuttered for a response. The woman tapped her foot impatiently and raised an eyebrow. “I’m really sorry miss. I wasn’t looking where I was going and accidentally knocked you down--”


“Twice,” added the perky girl with a glower.


He coughed, “Yes, twice. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”


The Yukata clad girl put a hand on her chin and began to think hard. After several minutes of unnecessarily loud ‘hmms’ and ‘uhhhs,’ she pointed a finger in the air.


“I’ve got it! You can buy me a bottle of milk and watch the fireworks with me. Unless you’re meeting someone here. But if that’s the case, then I’ll just join you. The more the merrier, right?”


She started laughing a little too happily which seemed to irk the man slightly. He must not be used to being around such happy people.


She grabbed his wrist and made her way towards the crowd where she was sure there’d be milk.


“Oh,” the girl said as a thought occurred to her, “I just realized, I didn’t get your name. I’m Saya Minatuski, and you are?” She stuck a dainty hand out to him.


The man took the offered hand and shook it, “Sven Vollfied.”


“Sven-san, huh? What an interesting name,” she laughed again. After a moment, Sven joined her.


“So, milk is it? That sounds fine to me. I wasn’t meeting anyone here, I just came for the show. Kind of a spur of the moment thing.”


“Ha, what a coincidence, same with me,” Saya replied with a smile, “I was bored out of my mind and remembered the festival was tonight, so I decided to see it,” she continued her hunt for milk as the eye-patched man followed.


“You came alone as well?” He questioned next to her.


“Yeah. Well actually I invited my friend, but he hasn’t been around in days.”


Sven was confused by the girl yet again, “If he hasn’t been around, then how were you able to invite him?”


Saya looked at him as if he were stupid, “I left him a note, silly.” She said it as if the fact was obvious.


“Oh…” replied the olive haired man nervously.

As they walked, Saya took another look at the briefcase in Sven’s hand, “What are you doing with a weapon like that anyway? What exactly do you do for a living?”


The man in question looked shocked, “You knew it was a weapon? How?”


A cocky smile graced the teal eyed girl’s face, “It’s easy to tell when it smacks you in the face,” Sven cringed at this, “It’s to heavy to not be packing heat.”


Sven laughed and tipped his cream colored hat slightly, “You’ve got a good eye girl. Or should I say head?”


Saya laughed as well, “Of course I do, I’m a sweeper!” She said while thumbing to herself.


“Well Whattaya know, we have another thing in common,” said the older man.


It was Saya’s turn to be confused, “You’re a sweeper?”


Sven looked insulted, “Yeah. Why, is that hard to believe?”


Saya looked him up and down, “Well, yeah, kinda.”


“And why is that?” He asked harshly.


“Aren’t you a little too old to be sweeping?”


Sven’s jaw dropped. Why do people keep calling him old?!


“I’m not old! I’ve been in the sweeping business for a long time now. I deserve a little respect,” he scoffed angrily.


Saya’s amused laughter didn’t help Sven’s injured pride, “All right, cool your jets, sonny. I believe you.”


Sven sighed tiredly, “So, am I buying you milk or not? I’d very much like to apologize for knocking you down--”


“Twice.”


The male sweeper flinched, “Yes… Twice…”


The hyper girl laughed yet again, “Of course you are, but let’s go this way, it’s a shortcut.” She pointed down a dark alley that looked none too inviting.


“Shortcut? Isn’t that completely the wrong way?” He asked peering down the alley’s darkness only to see nothing.


“I’m positive. It’ll get us to the crowd quicker,” Saya answered matter-of-factly.


“But--” Sven tried to protest only to be grasped by the wrist again and dragged towards the alley.


“Shortcut, Sven, shortcut!”


“Hey! Wait!”


“What, are you afraid of the dark?” The young sweeper asked in a mocking voice. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”


“That’s not what it, I just don’t like going in the wrong direction when the right one is right in front of you.”


“But this is the right way Sven-san. I can see a light at the end and everything.”


“That doesn’t mean anything! We‘re going to be in the complete opposite direction of the show!” Sven knew this cause he had already been this way while he was looking for the damn place. The older sweeper’s protests fell on deaf ears as he was dragged away.


“I’m actually happy you knocked me down,” Saya interrupted Sven’s angry mumbles. “I didn’t want to watch the show alone.”


Sven shook himself out of his angry stupor and eyed the girl, “Yeah, I guess watching something like fireworks isn’t as much fun alone as it is with others.”


“Well, not only that, I just don’t like being alone. It’s boring and quiet,” the sweeper girl finally released his wrist now that he was following willingly. “Who would want that? Being around a lot of people is a nice way to live life.”


“Then allow me to send you to a place with many souls such as yourself.”


Sven and Saya both stopped as a tall male figure stepped before them.


“Looks like my witch hunt is finally over, Saya Minatuski,” said Creed with a malicious smile plastered on his face.