Black Cat Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Fate ❯ The Beginning ( Chapter 7 )

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

Disclaimer: I don’t own Black Cat in any way.


Creed went through with his plan quick. It had only been a couple days and Train now stood in front of the two Taoist Creed mentioned. The four stood deep within an unknown forest far from any civilization.


Quite an odd couple they were. One looked relatively normal. Tall with short, black hair, square glasses and a lab coat. However, that’s not what made him strange. It was his eyes. The dark depth seemed to be vacant, as if all life meant nothing. Though Train had to admit, his name certainly fit his looks.


“This is Doctor Kanzaki,” Creed explained to Train as if he really cared. “As you can tell from his name, he’ll act as our group’s Doctor.”


“It’s a pleasure to meet the legendary Black Cat. Aside from Creed’s rants, I’ve had the delight of hearing about your legacy in the underworld,” the lab coat man held a hand out for Train to shake.


Train ignored the gesture in favor of eyeing the other Taoist behind him. He was definitely different. Extremely short, but with long, platinum hair, wearing what looked like a dress. His face was completely covered in what Train could only assume to be sheets, revealing only one glowing eye. Honestly, I can‘t even tell if it’s a child or an adult let alone a man or a woman. That outfit only makes it harder. “Who’s the midget in the sheets?”


He couldn’t tell if the midget was scowling under all that fabric or not, but the low growl Train heard made him believe he was. Chuckling, Creed made his way behind the short Taoist, placing a hand on each of his shoulders perhaps so he wouldn’t jump Train.


“This is Shiki. A direct ancestor of Tao and a witness to the Taoish War with Chronos,” Creed explained formally.


Train raised an eyebrow, “The Taoish War?” Well, that answers the question of a child or not.


“Surely you’ve heard of it,” Creed seemed slightly taken aback.


Train shrugged, folding his arms, “Yeah, it’s been explained to me. But I wasn’t really listening ‘cause I didn’t really care.” Train wasn’t sure why the sheet covered man growled louder and narrowed his eye. “So, what’s their Tao power?” Train asked really to Creed since he didn’t really take an interest in either of the two Taoist. Not that he had an interest in Creed either, he just knew him better.


The short man pulled out a sheet of paper with a symbol Train couldn’t make out and threw it towards him. He shouted something along the lines of ‘swarm of bees,’ but Train didn’t really hear as he was completely shocked by the flying paper’s explosion into hundreds of little bees.


Train’s stupor stripped him of the ability to think fast enough to reach for his gun. What the hell?! Bees?! He thought in a frenzy. He knew he must have looked ridiculous swinging his arms around frantically, but it was all he could really do. Being attacked by bees that appeared from no where was not something Train was used to and not something he readily prepared himself for.


Creed appeared next to him within seconds, slashing his sword in a circular motion around Train. Each bug evaporated into a puff of pink smoke. Once the sky was clean of all bugs - Shiki induced or natural - the swordsman turned on the small Taoist in anger.


“Use any move like that on Train again and it will be your last,” he muttered furiously.


Train stood behind Creed, confused beyond his mind before understanding hit. He gave Shiki a ‘you can’t touch me’ smile, earning a stronger glare from the platinum haired midget. Well, this was a nice start, wasn’t it? I think I’ll have fun with this little guy.


“Understand now, Black Cat? I summon insects at will,” he said rather smugly, but still with a hint of annoyance.


“Nifty…” Train replied disinterestedly, “So bug spray’s more useful than my gun against you. I‘ll take note of that.”


Creed snickered as Shiki shook with fury. Train chose to ignore it and turned his attention back to the Doctor. “So, what’s your dementation?”


Kanzaki merely smiled and adjusted his glasses, “Well, I think that’s better left a secret. Surprises are fun, don’t you think?”


Train eyed him warily before shrugging it off. He’d admit he was fairly curious, but not knowing didn’t bother him either. Chances are he’d learn in time or Creed would just tell him. Though I don’t really trust this guy. He seems shady in a sick way. Train made the decision to keep Doctor at a distance if possible.


The Black Cat hadn’t really noticed Shiki still shooting daggers at him, “Tao is not a ‘dementation’ as you so ignorantly put. It is an ability far beyond any other. It is the most powerful weapon out there.” He looked at Creed out of the corner of his eye and asked sternly, “How can you be certain this man is a reliable ally? His disrespect and joking manner alone shows he’s not fit for the Tao.”


Creed’s eyes threw daggers that made Shiki’s look like paper air planes, “Train is my partner. He will lead this group along with me as we destroy Chronos. He is a man worthy of respect,” he paused, allowing a sinister smile to curve his lips, “If anything, the Tao disrespects him.”


It’s hard to believe the bug user could get any more offended, but he managed. Though he kept his lips shut - the fabric helped him in that department - Train could tell he desperately wanted to rip both Creed and Train a new one. Obviously he was smart enough not to mess with two ex-Chronos members who were becoming his comrades, no matter how wonderful he believed his precious Tao to be.


That’s when Shiki’s last words rang in Train’s ears, “What does he mean, ‘fit for the Tao’?”


Creed’s eyes softened as he looked at Train, “I thought you understood, our group will be Tao based. The members will all have a special ability induced by the power of the Tao.”


Train made a strangled noise that told Creed his cat wasn’t too found of the idea. “You have to understand, Train, we’re going to need as much firepower as possible to dispose of Chronos. I know you’re stronger than anyone else, but I don’t want to take the chance of you fighting all the numbers without more of an advantage.” Creed put a hand on Train’s shoulder, “I want you to have an ability they don’t know of.”


Train still seemed unconvinced, but asked, “So, am I to understand that you’ll be taking it as well?”


Creed smiled, “I already have, Train. Just yesterday. That’s why it took an extra day for us to met here. I wanted to surprise you with my ability.”


So he set up even more in that short amount of time than I thought. Train seemed interested as he raised his brow, hinting for Creed to continue. His smile turned into a cocky one as he pull out his sword. Train looked at it bewildered.


“Creed, there’s no blade on that hilt,” he said baffled. “What happened to Kotetsu?”


“I still have Kotetsu, don‘t worry about that. This is my new sword, however,” he explained, eyeing what seemed to be the air, “And technically there is a blade, you just can’t see it,” Creed replied with an air of pride.


His love eyed the hilt as if Creed was crazy, “Is it invisible?”


The swordsman chuckled quietly, shaking his head, “No, but I guess that’s close,” he swung the hilt through the air, causing a tree in the far distance to split in half, falling to the ground with a deafening roar.


Train watched the tree fall in shock, then looked back to Creed, “I call it ‘Imagine Blade.’ I can control the length and shape of it by manipulating my Chi. Pretty much I use my imagination to create the blade.” He turned to Train and tilted his head, “You do remember how Tao works, don’t you?” Creed had explained it to him numerous times to make sure his cat understood the concept of it.


“Yeah, but to be honest, I didn’t really understand,” Train replied indifferently.


“Incompetent cat,” Shiki growled under his breath.


“Midget maggot man,” was Train’s smart ass response.


Both Doctor and Creed laughed, the latter adding a small sighed at the end. He could tell they wouldn’t get along, but Train was capable of dealing with people he didn’t like. Honestly, Train seems more like he’s just having fun pushing Shiki’s buttons whereas Shiki seems to just dislike Train.


It was hard for Creed to admit that someone could actually not like Train, but as long as Shiki kept his hands - or bugs - to himself, Creed would just enjoy the entertainment Train made it into. He would only interfere if Shiki went too far, or whatever Creed perceived as too far like that disrespect comment. Otherwise he’d allow his beloved cat to have his fun.


Ending his little spat with Shiki, Train redirected his attention back to Creed, “How do you go about obtaining this oh so wonderful ability?” The sarcasm in his voice made Shiki pull out more seals only to put them away regretfully as Creed threw him another harsh look.


It was at this point Doctor stepped in, “It’s quiet simple really,” he reached into his lab coat and pulled out a small, cream colored bottle with weird designs drawn on it. As he shook the glass bottle, Train could clearly hear the swishing of a liquid. “All you need to do is drink this.”


Train eyed the bottle warily before Creed spoke up, seemingly continuing Doctor’s explanation. “Yes, Train, you drink that. But there is a little more too it.” He approached Train, once again placing a hand on his shoulder either to comfort or prepare him for something, “Once you drink it, you will fall into a deep sleep, a coma of sorts, for a couple days. When you awaken, you’re body will have reached it’s potential.”


“If you awaken,” Shiki added and the hint of distaste in his voice caused Creed to shoot fiery eyes at him. Train didn’t like the sound of this and turned to Creed skeptically, asking a silent question Creed surely knew.


Once again, Doctor interrupted, “If your body has the hidden potential of the Tao, then you’ll do just as Creed said. You’ll awaken with a new ability.”


Train looked passed Creed and at Doctor now, “And if my body doesn’t have hidden potential?”


Creed turned Train’s head back to face his and looked into his eyes, “That’s not something to need to worry about Train. You’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.”


Train narrowed his eyes, “I still want to know. I want to know exactly what I’m getting myself into.”


Shiki seemed to take pleasure in breaking the news to the Black Cat, “I already told you, you won’t wake up,” Train turned his head to Shiki who he could have sworn was smirking, “In other words, you’ll die.”


“Shiki…” Creed grumbled threateningly. He wanted to be the one to tell Train. He was going to ease Train into the idea even though he knew it wouldn’t happen. Damn Shiki, how dare he disrespect Train further.


“Is that so?” Train lowered his head deep in thought.


“What’s wrong, Black Cat? Scared?” Shiki taunted.


Creed was about ready to cut the little man in half when Train rose his golden eyes to Creed’s crimson ones, “If I’m going to drink that concoction, aren’t I going to need a place to pass out?”


Creed seemed surprised. He didn’t expect Train to accept the Tao so quickly. Wait, did I honestly think something like death would scare the Black Cat away? This is Train. When he sets his sights on something, he doesn’t give up until it’s done. Creed smiled at that thought. Just like me.


Smile still present, Creed gently spun Train around in the opposite direction, “That’s taken care of too, Train. I’ve been able to… commandeer a hideout for us.”


Glancing over his shoulder at Creed, Train decided it was best not to ask what he meant by ‘commandeer.’ He pretty much knew what that meant and asking would just create awkwardness.


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They had been walking in the forest for what felt like hours. Well, at least to Train it did. I thought we were pretty deep in the woods to begin with.


“How much farther is this place?” Train asked for the fifth time.


“Don’t worry, Train, we’re almost there. It has to be deep in these woods for a reason. We need to make sure Chronos can’t find us,” Creed replied patiently. He knew his love wasn’t the most patient person in the world, but that didn’t bother Creed one bit. He loved everything about Train.


“What’s wrong? Not used to the exercise?” Shiki didn’t seem to have the same feelings about Train’s patients as Creed did. Each time Train had opened his mouth to speak or sighed in boredom, Shiki would growl equally as loud.


“I don’t think I want to be told about exercise by someone who’s the size of a six year old,” Train’s answer only made Shiki angrier.


“Now, now boys, we really are almost there,” Doctor answered with the same patients Creed had. Though it was clearly for different reasons. Doctor was just not easily annoyed.


Train let out yet another tired sigh causing Creed to look over at him, “If you’re tired Train… I could carry you the rest of the way…”


Train jumped at looked at Creed stunned, then shook his head awkwardly, “N-No thanks.”


“Are you sure? It wouldn’t bother me,” I wouldn’t mind holding you, Creed added in his mind.


“I‘m not a baby, Creed,” He added sourly. Being carried around by a grown man - not to mention a man the same size as him - was the most humiliating thing Train could imagine. Especially when there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m just bored. He looked at Creed through the corner of his eyes strangely. Why would he even make an offer like that?


“Could’ve fooled me,” Shiki’s mumbled thoughts broke Train out of his own.


“You’re one phone call away from being exterminated, young man,” Train scolded. Shiki grumbled some more anti-Train thoughts that Train chose to ignore this time.


The gunman’s attention was caught when a large building started to come into focus. The closer they got, the bigger the building got. When it was in complete view, Train felt his eyes go wide. Whoa… Lifting his head to see the top, Train stumbled back and was caught by Creed.


To explain it best, the place was a castle, pointed towers and all. Train honestly didn’t think a place like this actually existed. It was as if Creed simply took a fairy tale book and extracted the King’s castle. The only thing that was missing were the gargoyles.


Still gazing up at the place, Train couldn’t help but voice a question he deliberately avoided earlier, “Creed, exactly how did you get this place?”


Looking down at Train, Creed couldn’t help but smile proudly, “I have my ways, Train. Why are you so shocked?”


“Well, when you said ‘hideout,’ I didn’t think you meant a mansion. This place is huge!” Train pushed himself out of Creed’s arms, much to the pale man’s dismay, and approached the building slowly, “Why the hell did you get something this big?”


“Well, we will be having quite a large group. Doctor and Shiki have already given several people thought to have Tao potential the drug. Not only that, I wanted a place that would give you all the comforts you deserve,” Creed stepped beside Train and eyed the building as well. “We’ll be gathering those potentials soon.”


Seeing Train still staring at the mansion in stunned silence, Creed began to worry. “Do you not like it, Train?”


“It’s not that,” Train explained, never taking his eyes off the massive building, “I just don’t think we need something this extravagate. You saw my apartment, I won’t even know what to do with all this space.”


“That will be taken care of too, Train. I’ve set up practice rooms for each of us. Well, for those of us that I know the ability of, the rest are on reserve. And everyone will have their own room. Not to mention there’s still all the common rooms that a regular house has.” Creed put an arm round Train’s shoulder, “You could say it’s all the comforts of home, plus some.”


“You really did accomplish a lot in these few days.” Train was still in shock. Creed had contacted the Taoists, obtained the ability himself and not only ‘commandeered’ a hideout - well really a mansion - but taken the liberty of setting up all the rooms. How could he do so much in such a short amount of time? Why would he do so much in such a sort amount of time?


“It was for you, Train. A few days is more than enough time to accomplish something if it’s for you.”


Train wasn’t sure if Creed meant to voice those thoughts, but he heard them loud and clear. It made Train a little uncomfortable. He’d never really had someone go this out of their way for him. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone go this out of their way for me. The closest person was Saya and this is definitely beyond something she would do for me.


“Care to take a look around?” Creed offered, gesturing towards the door.


Taking one last glance at the residence, he walked towards Creed and through the sliver doors. The second his foot hit the marble floor, his jaw followed soon after. This certainly wasn’t the kind of place where the outside and inside didn’t match. They were both equally as huge.


A spiral staircase adorned the left side of the main hall and a straight one to the right, the railings looked as if they were made of diamond and the room was covered in flamboyant decorations. Looking up at the ceiling made Train dizzy, but he was able to get a good view of the stain glassed sunroof. Doors covered the wall, each leading to a room Train assumed would be just as unnecessarily big.


Creed noticed the overwhelming look in Train’s golden orbs again and walked in front of him, “How would you like a full tour?”


“Might be pointless. I doubt I’ll remember where everything is,” Train muttered still studying the room dazedly.


Laughing, Creed took a hold of Train’s wrist, “Then allow me to just show you a couple of the rooms.”


Creed dragged him into what looked like the living room, leaving the other two men to roam as they pleased. More decorative figures splattered across this room along with a long, leather couch. Across from the couch was a flat screen television that took up the entire wall. Several chairs surrounded the black couch varying from throne like to simple wooden ones.


“This is the living area. It pretty much means what the name says,” Creed explained to Train. “This room will be a place you can relax.”


The gunman walked over to the long couch and squeezed it. Once seeing that it was in suitable condition, Train swung himself over with one hand, landing on it with a quiet squish.


Bouncing up and down, he smiled. “Cool,” he mumbled to himself. Creed couldn’t help but smile at this. I almost forgot how cute Train can be sometimes.


Leaning over the couch next to Train, he said, “How would you like to see the kitchen next?”


That seemed to perk Train up as he gave a joyful smile, “Now that’s my kind of room.”


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The tour had taken all day and Train didn’t even see everything. It finally came to an end at what Creed said was Train’s room. Moving into the room, the Black Cat’s eyes widened for the millionth time that day. If I keep doing that they’re gonna fall out.


Though he hadn’t seen every room yet, this one had been the biggest of all he did see. His bed looked like it was king sized with black and gold pillows stacked along the headboard. The sheets and blankets were black with gold trimmings and four golden pillars stuck out of each corner, holding up a black cover with gold tassels.


Over to the right of the room was a double pan window that was almost as long as the wall. The sill - which was covered in decorative pillows - stuck out enough to allow at least two people to sit and gaze outside. It was no surprise that the shades were black and gold too.


Like the other rooms, it had little knickknacks, but they were all cats. Train was happy to note there weren’t nearly as much as the rest of the rooms he saw had. He only counted three or four. Beside the bed was a small, wooden nightstand with five drawers and a black lamp on top. There was also a black sitting chair with a golden outline.


Making his way further in the room, Train saw he had a walk in closet with a high shelf. I really don’t know how I’ll make use of all this space, he thought as he walked through it.


Creed remained at the door, watching as Train explored his room. Finally, he spoke, “Is it to your liking?” He asked half worried half amused.


“I’ll give you one thing,” Train said as he walked out of his closet, “You really do have a specific tastes for people, don’t you?”


Creed smiled broadly and made his way to the window. Opening it, Train relished in the warm air that rushed past his face and basked in the sunlight that shot through. The silver haired man gestured for Train to follow as he stepped outside. Walking over to the window, he noticed a walkway that spun around to a small stairway that led to the roof.


“I put you on the top floor for a reason, Train. I know you like being on roof tops, so I thought you’d enjoy this.”


Following Creed up the stairs, he understood what he meant. It didn’t look as if there would be any place on the roof to lay, but the swordsman managed to find one. It appeared to be the only flat part of the roof, which also happened to be in the perfect location. Half of it was covered in a shadow formed from one of the pointed towers, blocking the sun if it ever became too much for the cat while the other half allowed full access to it.


Train stepped into the middle of what was now his roof and watched the horizon. The sun was setting, giving the sky a beautiful azure color. This spot has a great view, Train thought peacefully. He could tell he’d be up here a lot.


Train was only half aware when Creed appeared next to him and gazed at the sky as well, “Do you like it?”


There wasn’t really much else for Train to say other than, “Yeah.” He looked down at the ground below and saw Doctor and Shiki had taken it upon themselves to explore the outside of the fortress. “Seems like you’ve really gone out of your way.”


“It was nothing, Train. I’m just glad you like it,” that said, Creed turned completely to face Train. “So… Are you prepared for the Tao now?”


With all this being piled on him Train had actually forgotten about that little tidbit or information. He was still iffy on the matter. He didn’t really feel he needed the extra ability. Plus, he felt like it was a bit inhuman after watching what Creed and the others could do.


Turning back to the sunset, Train said, “You really think it’ll help?”


“It’ll get us to the final goal quicker, Train. I’m sure of it,” Creed replied reassuringly, “As I explained before, it’ll be a good advantage to have an ability they aren’t aware of. Fighting a foe that already knows your every move is a disadvantage. With this, we’ll know how they work, but they’ll need to figure us out.”


That did make sense, even though he didn’t say it. After several minutes of thinking, Train let out a sigh, “All right, let’s get it over with then.”


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It had only been five hours since Train had taken the drug and his body didn’t seem to be handling it too well. He lay in his bed unconscious, sweating and shaking uncontrollably. Creed sat next to him with a damp towel, patting his cat’s head gently in an effort to lower his fever and clean the sweat off his face.


“Do you have any idea why he’s reacting this way?” Creed asked the Doctor, worried eyes still on Train.


“There could be several reasons, but my hypothesis is: the Tao is supposed to make you reach your maximum potential, which I assume the Black Cat had already accomplished on his own. Adding more strength will cause a conflict within his body. Like adding more air to an over blown balloon,” Doctor explained while checking Train’s pulse, “If this is the case, it could have two results: his body could accept the extra strength and become even stronger or the Tao could tear him apart.” He fixed his glasses then eyed Creed, “That doesn’t mean he didn’t have Tao potential, it just means his body could take no more strength.”


Creed frowned at the explanation and watched as Train made a particularly violent twitch, tightening his hand into a fist before relaxing it once more. In an attempt to comfort the man, Creed took hold of his hand and allowed Train to squeeze as tight as he liked.


“Couldn’t you give him something to dull the pain?” Creed growled impatiently.


The scientist merely shook his head and released Train’s wrist, “Anything I give him could make him worse. Adding another drug to the Tao would cause a third conflict to arise in his body.”


Creed felt Train’s hand dig into his so tightly that the nails broke his skin. It didn’t bother Creed because it seemed to ease Train’s pain. He dabbed the cloth on his forehead again, wiping away the sweat that beaded across it. The Black Cat’s breathing sped up a little and he gritted his teeth in his sleep.


“All we can do, Creed, is wait and see what happens,” Doctor left the room, closing it silently behind him.

Creed looked back to Train as he shook and squeezed Creed’s hand again. His body relaxed a bit before quickly tensing up again and tossing widely. Creed was able to grab him before he rolled off the bed and set him back into place.


Using the cloth he to wipe some sweat that had slipped down his cat’s neck. He then brought Train’s trembling hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. Needless to say Creed didn’t leave his side for a minute.


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Cat like eyes opened slowly as they adjusted to the light in the room. Train felt like his head had just been throw in an old blender with rusted blades and his body felt like he had just run a ’round the world marathon. He groaned as he placed a hand to his forehead.


Sitting up, he felt something heavy grasping his hand. He looked over to see Creed asleep on a chair, looking as bad as Train felt. Glancing down at his hand again, he noticed Creed was holding it firmly, as if letting go was not an option.


Sliding his hand free, Train sat up slowly, leaning back on the many pillows that covered his bed. Train’s shuffling seemed to wake Creed as he yawned loudly.


After stretching, Creed seemed to realize the absence of Train’s hand and looked over at him. He swung his legs the correct way around the chair and eyed Train tensely, “Train, you’re awake. How do you feel?”


“Other than the fact that my head is pounding louder than a freshman‘s after his first drink and my body as if it were beaten with a bat, I‘m fine,” Train replied, hand still on his head.


Creed placed the back of his hand on Train’s forehead and smiled slightly, “You’re fever’s gone,” he mumbled quietly. “I can get you something for your head as long as Doctor says it’s all right. Is there anything else you want?”


Train was taken aback by Creed’s behavior before eyeing him awkwardly. Admittedly, he should be used to Creed’s mothering persona, but he always had a hard time getting used to it. “Uhhh, I’m hungry. That’s about it.”


Creed pulled back and smiled genuinely, “That would make sense. You’ve been out for three days. I’m actually quite hungry myself.”


Train looked Creed up and down before he left the room hurriedly. His face was drawn and tired and his clothes looked dirty. Though his eyes shown with relief at Train’s awakening, they looked like they had been lifeless before.


He gazed out the window into the bright morning sky and had an urge to feel the wind in his face. He attempted to get up, only to fall back down. His body still ached - though Train was at an utter lost as to why. They never said anything about being sore all over.


After trying several times to get up, he decided it wasn’t worth it and contented himself with looking outside. The sun looked so inviting and he urged in his mind for the window to open. As Train pictured the panes opening, he was shocked to actually see the lock come undone and the window fly open. He jumped and stared in amazement. What the hell? A ghost?


He watched as the curtains wafted in the wind in shock. The hushed wiping sound made his head pound again and he wished the curtains were tied to the wall. To his further amazement, the small ropes floated in the air before they wrapped themselves around the dark pieces of fabric. That’s when a thought occurred to Train, Wait, that’s right, Tao. Is this my ability?


Not sure of himself, Train eyed the lamp next to him. With a flick of the wrist, the lamp jumped in the air and landed back down wobbly. Becoming a little more confident, Train made another gesture that he hope would keep the lamp up and it did.


Train slowly slashed his hand through the air, causing the lamp to follow suit. The gunman smiled smugly, So, this is my power? He pointed one finger in the air and made a circular motion which caused the lamp to twirl in the air. Deciding that was enough of that, Train guided the lamp back to the nightstand.


It was then the door re-opened and Creed walked in with two trays of food and a bottle of aspirin, “Doctor said it was all right for you to have an aspirin, but--” Creed was cut off as the tray holding milk flew from his hands an onto Train’s lap.


Creed looked as if he also thought the place was haunted as he watched Train take a sip of his milk and swallow an aspirin. He looked at Creed over the rim and gave a cocky smile, “I think I found out what my ability is.” To further prove his point, he cut his food without using his hands.


The swordsman watch as Train’s knife and fork sliced at his pancakes and blinked. “Telekinetic powers?”


“Seems so,” Train comment as he grabbed the fork full of food and shoved it into his mouth. Still wide eyed, Creed sat down next to him, placing his own tray of food on his lap.


Feeling a bit chilled, Train made a quick gesture with his hands, closing the window with a loud clank. The noise made Creed jump and Train laugh. This is gonna be fun, he thought sneakily.


Creed noticed his smugness and smiled, then frowned down at his food, “Train, I’m sorry. I didn’t think that was going to happen to you.” At Train’s puzzled look, Creed continued, “You were out for the time we estimated, but we had no idea your body would react the way it did. You were a real mess, Train and I’m sorry.”


“Well that explains the soreness,” Train replied throw a mouthful of food, “Though when I woke up, I could have sworn you were the one who was sick.”


Creed laughed weakly, “I guess I can see why you would think that. I was really worried. Doctor said he was about to sedate me so I wouldn‘t give myself a heart attack.”


Train gave a muffled laugh, but stopped when he noticed Creed’s bruised and cut hand. He looked at it warily before remembering he woke up squeezing it tighter than he thought possible. “What happened to your hand?”


Creed blinked again and looked up at Train then back down to his hand, “Oh, that. Well while you were asleep, I noticed you squeezing your fist really tight. So tight I thought you were going to cut through the palm,” Creed made a fist out his black and blue hand. “You were already in so much pain that I didn’t want you to injure yourself further, so I let you squeeze mine instead.”


It was Train’s turn to blink. That statement really surprised him. Train knew he had strong hands - he needed to for Hades - but Creed’s hand was definitely not delicate. He needed rough hands for swordsmanship and at the moment, the pale man’s hands were not something to envy. I can’t believe he let me squeeze his hand instead of my own. It really doesn’t look pleasant.


A strong throb passed through Train’s head causing him to flinch and Creed to sputter more apologies.


Train put up a hand to stop Creed’s ranting while his other gripped his hand painfully, “Shut it with the apologies, I drank that stuff myself. You didn’t force it down my throat.”


“Still, I think I should have seen this as a possible consequence,” Creed answered guiltily.


Train sighed and decided it wasn’t worth fighting over. His head hurt too much to deal with Creed’s melodrama. Instead he choose to eat his food with the help of his new abilities.