Black Cat Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Fate ❯ The Gathering ( Chapter 8 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat.


It didn’t take long for Train to bounce back. In fact, he was up and about later that day experimenting with his new powers, despite Creed‘s pleas that he stay in bed for awhile longer. It may have been experimenting for Train, but it was annoying for Shiki.


“Could you just put them all on the same channel?” Shiki was beyond annoyed now. He created a whole new word.


They sat in the living area in front of the television wall waiting for Creed and Doctor to return with their plans. Train was busy entertaining himself by switching the channel’s without touching either the remote or TV.


But that wasn’t what annoyed Shiki. What annoyed Shiki was the fact that each individual block on the set could be changed to a different channel, much to Train’s amusement. He currently had every block on a different station. The short man couldn’t even change them all to the same thing because Train could easily change it back.


Snickering, Train finally decided that was enough and changed each square to the same station. As the whole TV came into focus, the Black Cat smiled deviously, “Hey, look Shiki, it’s your favorite movie. A Bug’s Life!”


Shiki’s entire body shook with rage and Train cocked his head at the small Taoist, “What’s the problem? You can relate to these people. Or bugs, whatever.”


The bug user couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care about the consequences, he was going to harm this cat in some way no matter how hard it was. Throwing a seal in Train’s direction, he shouted out the appropriate chant. Train made a quick flick of the wrist causing the seal to come flying back at him and explode in his own face. Luckily for Shiki, his bugs wouldn’t harm him. All they did was hover about his head.


“Aw, that’s kinda cute, they won’t attack you,” Train said sweetly.


Shiki lost his cool and jumped towards Train in hopes of strangling him. Train leapt from the couch and into the air, staying there as he looked down at Shiki. Ever since Train found out these powers gave him the ability to fly, he’s been having the time of his life.


The bug Taoist stared up at the floating Taoist with fiery eyes. Train just laughed and flew himself across the room, landing on top of a tall book shelf. The fact that he already could jump inhumanly high just added to his love of being able to fly. Normally he could just jump to the top of the book shelf, but for one thing it seemed to anger Shiki more when he flew unnecessarily and for another it was just more fun this way.


Shiki was about to throw another batch of bugs at Train when Creed and Doctor walked in. Creed immediately saw Shiki’s seal aimed at Train glared, “What do you think you’re doing?”


Shiki turned his head in Creed’s direction and glowered. Putting the seal away, he turned to the two at the doorway completely, “When are we gathering the rest of our group?”


Doctor stepped in front of Creed so the swordsman wouldn’t act violently towards Shiki, “Today, actually. Now that Mr. Heartnet is fully recovered, we can gather them much quicker.”


“Train,” Creed gesture for Train to come over to him. Train, who had been sitting atop the bookshelf, dangling his feet freely, flew himself over Doctor and Shiki to where Creed was standing.


Watching the display, Doctor half smiled at Shiki, fixing his glasses, “You know, if you think about it, Train’s powers are the opposite of you’re friend’s.”


“Maro’s powers are superior to this cat’s,” Shiki gave Train a dirty glance, “I doubt he’d even be able to move Maro an inch with his powers.”


Golden eyes sparkled wickedly at the challenge, “Is that so? When do I meet this guy? I’d like to give it a whirl.”


“You should be able to meet him and the other members today, Train,” Creed said getting his cat’s attention back on him. “First I want to make sure that you feel well enough. If you need another day to recover, we’re willing to wait.” Creed looked him up and down as if expecting to see something wrong.


Train sighed, “I’m fine, Creed. Stop over reacting.”


Creed looked up at him, “You sure?” Train’s tired nod was his only answer. Finally accepting it, Creed continued, “I’ve taken the liberty of writing down all the names and locations of each person given the drug and split them amongst us. Maro is like Shiki in that he is also an ancestor of the Tao. He and Shiki are the ones that introduced it to Doctor.”


“I’ll be contacting Maro myself to let him know we’ve started gathering,” Shiki added seeming to calm down a little. “I’ll also inform him of your little challenge. I’m sure he’d be willing to accept a duel brought on by the Black Cat.”


Train nodded smugly and turned back to Creed, “And who am I picking up?”


Creed pulled out an envelope and handed it to Train, “You’re first potential is Kyoko Kirisaki. This envelope contains her location and a photo,” Creed explained as Train took the envelop, “While you convince her to join our cause, each of us will be speaking with other hopeful members. After you talk to her, you will track down Leon Elliot. Here is his information,” he handed him another envelope, “Once you convince those two, come back here so you and I can get the rest.”


Train ignored the second envelope in favor of opening the first one. He felt his eyes bug out at the picture. She was a kid, no older than seventeen. Why is Creed bothering with some high school chick?


Looking up, he took the other envelope and opened it as well. This time he almost hit the floor laughing. This one was far worse than the first. He didn’t look like he could be over eleven. Not to mention the fact that he looks like he’s an alien. (A/N: has anyone else other than me thought Leon was an alien?)


Forcing himself not to laugh, he looked back up at the swordsman, “Creed, you wouldn’t happen to be a pedophile would you?”


Creed’s eyes bugged out as well, “Why would you think that?” He stuttered.


Train waved the pictures in his face, “These kids aren’t even legal yet! Why are you bothering with them?”


Creed smiled, “Age doesn’t matter, Train. The Tao isn’t picky in that department. Actually the fact that they’re so young makes it easier for them to be convinced. That’s why I gave them for you to handle.”


Train looked offended, “You saying I can’t be convincing?”


“No! Not at all, Train. I gave them to you cause I know you. If someone didn’t want to join, you’d just shrug your shoulders and be on your way.”


“So you don’t think I can be convincing,” Train repeated.


Creed felt himself sweating a bit. He didn’t want to offend his beloved, “You can be convincing, Train, but in a different way. Your way of convincing is… more so life threatening than actual convincing.”


The gunman looked offended a little further then he understood what Creed meant. When he convinced people, he used those death eyes of his. Yes, it was convincing, but really because he scared the person half to death. They couldn’t have a group of people who were only there out of fear.


“Also, I don’t want to give you too much work after just being sick. I don’t want you to overexert yourself,” Creed added quickly.


Train shrugged his shoulders and put the pictures away, “All right, whatever.”


That seemed to calm Creed down until Shiki stepped in and added, “That and I doubt you really understand what the purpose of this organization is.”


Creed glared at Shiki again, prepared to rip him a new one when Train spoke, “Oh yeah, I just realized. Isn’t this little cult gonna have a name or something?”


The sliver haired man seemed pleased Train had asked. He’d been thinking of a name for quite some time and finally decided on one. One he thought fit their purpose perfectly, “Of course it is, Train. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I picked out a superb name. Our group will be called, The Apostle of the Stars.”


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Train now lay in front of a high school, waiting for his first pick up to leave the building. He didn’t make any attempt to hide himself from the world, laying right on the school’s foot steps. Honestly, he didn’t see the point, no one was around and even if they were people might just think he was waiting to pick up his sibling. Actually, that will look like the case when she gets her ass out here.


He was humiliated. Laying in front of a high school waiting for an skimpily dressed teen girl to leave so he could take her away. He felt like the pedophile. To cut myself some slack, I’m not that much older than high school kids.


Finally, Train heard the bell ring along with fast approaching footsteps coming from the school. Wow, not even five seconds after the bell and these kids are already heading for the door. High school must suck. The Black Cat actually never attended high school. Zagine taught him everything he needed to know and he joined Chronos not long after that.


Several students had already passed him, some forced to jump over his legs as he laid himself down on the step, refusing to move. Only some gave him a second glance and a couple girls giggling upon seeing him. There was one group of girls in particular Train could hear standing on the school’s stoop behind him that would not shut up. He knew they were talking about him cause ‘that man’ and ‘the guy in the black’ came up several times in their conversation - along with other comments Train chose to ignore.


“Who do you think he is?” One girl asked.


“I don’t know, but he looks too old to be in high school.” Replied another.


“He’s not old! He doesn’t look that much older than us. Like early twenties I’d say,” scolded another.


“That’s not what I meant, I meant he looks like he’s finished with high school. Probably a college student now. Maybe he’s picking someone up?”


“Oh I wish he’d pick me up!” One girl sighed dreamily.


“Kyoko, that’s not fair. You always get the cute guys. I call dibs on this one.”


“Kyoko Kirisaki?” Train questioned as he sat up quickly. He turned his head towards the blushing group of girls as they eeped in joy, scanning them hoping he didn’t have to speak again. He sighed as he realized he did, “Is one of you Kyoko Kirisaki?”


Suddenly a young girl with short, dark hair shot her hand in the air, “That’s me! I’m Kyoko Kirisaki!”


Train stood and eyed the girl as she smiled broadly at him. This was definitely the girl, she matched the picture perfectly. Getting uncomfortable with all the eyes on him, Train gestured for her to follow. She happily obliged, leaving the others to pout in anger.


“What?! How is this fair? Kyoko always get the guy.”


“Take me too, stranger!”


Train made an annoyed noise as he quickly walked as far away from the girl as he could. Once he thought he was far enough, he stopped and turned around, shocked to see the teen standing inches from him. He backed up as she smiled up at him.


“Are you my prince charming come to whisk me away from my life of turmoil?” She asked bouncing.


Actually, she’s not that far off base. I don’t know how ‘horrible’ her life is, but take out the prince part and the rest is true. “Er, yes and no. Do you remember meeting with a man not long ago about a certain drink?”


Kyoko put her finger to her chin in thought for a moment before memory seemed to hit home, “Oh yeah! That guy. I remember. Something about I had potential and a revolution or something,” Kyoko smiled at Train again, “Honestly, I just thought he was hitting on me. I mean, he had a drink and everything! Seriously!”


Train stifled his laughter at the image of Creed hitting on a high school girl and continued, “Yes, that. I came to see if you’re still interested in joining. Basically what we want is--”


“Are you part of it?” She cut him off, hope shining in her eyes.


“Um, yeah, I am,” Train replied shakily.


“Then I’m in!” She shouted, raising one fist in the air.


Train flinched and looked down at her in shock. That’s it? Really? I didn’t even tell her what it’s about.


Straightening himself out he turned around, “All right then, I guess welcome to The Apostle of the Stars.”


“Is this the part where you sweep me into your arms and carry me off into the sunset?” Asked the overly imaginative girl as she followed close behind Train.


“First of all, it’s daytime. Second, no. Even if it was sunset that wouldn’t be happening. This isn’t a fairy tale,” Train retorted rather impatiently. Why did everything keep coming back to that stupid fairy tale comparison?


“But you’re supposed to be my prince charming! Every princess has one.”


“Since when are you a princess?” Train growled disturbingly.


“Since I met you, my prince!” She answered as she lacked herself onto his arm, “I’m glad it was you taking me away instead of that other man.”


“Do you mean Creed?” Train asked while trying to shake the girl off to no avail.


“Yup. He was handsome and charming and all, but he was nothing compared to you,” she pressed the side of her face into his shoulder and squeezed harder.


Feeling his fingers go numb, he used his other hand to force the girl off and walked a little quicker to get in front of her.


As she followed behind, she continued with her irritable talking, “So where are you going now?”


“To pick someone else up,” he answer shortly.


“Can I come?!” She asked hopefully.


“Sadly, I think you have to,” Train muttered quietly.


“Yay!” She caught up to him and tackled him to the ground. “I should give you a nickname. How about Kuro-sama, since you’re wearing all black. Yeah, Kuro-sama. That’s cute just like you.“ Train groaned in both pain and anger. He could tell it was going to take all his strength not to strangle this girl.


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Creed was standing at the door of an exceedingly attractive house that belonged to actress Echidna Parass. He decided he would be the one to talk to Echidna for several reasons. One, since she was a woman a little charm would really be all he needed. Two, when he first talked to her she seemed iffy on drinking the substance until Creed convinced her. And three, he really didn’t want Train around a woman. After Saya he made the decision to keep attractive women away from Train as much as possible. Not that that witch was attractive, Train just seemed attracted to her. I don’t want to take the chance of another witch trying to take my cat. That’s another reason he had him go for Kyoko, she was still a kid and even if she was a witch her powers wouldn‘t be strong enough to hold Train.


He rang the doorbell and awaited for the actress to answer. The door opened revealing a tightly dress young woman. She looked surprised for a moment before smiling, “You’ve come so soon. I didn’t expect you to for at least another day.”


“The sooner the better, my dear,” Creed took her hand an bowed politely. Still smiling warmly, Echidna offered for Creed to enter her home.


Creed stepped inside as the woman closed the door behind her. “Would you care for some tea? I didn’t think you would be coming today so I don’t have anything prepared.”


“Sounds delightful. It’s the perfect beverage to talk over,” Creed responded charmingly.


Echidna nodded in agreement and made her way towards the kitchen. Creed took that time to sit himself on the plush couch seated by a coffee table. The actress had entered the room sooner than he thought she would, holding a tray carrying two tea cups and a kettle.


The swordsman stood as she poured both herself and Creed a cup, handing it to him politely. Creed smiled in return and waited for Echidna to seat herself across from him before doing the same and taking a sip of his tea.


Placing it down gently, Creed thought it was the best time to begin. He really wanted to get back to Train. “I believe you are already aware why I have come.”


Echidna nodded taking another sip of her own tea, “If I’m correct, I believe you’ve come to see if I’m still willing to join your group.”


Creed nodded, “You haven’t reconsidered, have you?” He asked elegantly.


Setting her tea back down, she stared at it pensively, “To be honest, I’m not quite sure. I have taken the drink and I have received the power, but what that really did was make me realize how important this was.” She raised her eyes to meet Creed’s crimson ones, “How can I be sure this is a worthy cause?”


Still giving her than charming smile that made her blush, he answered her doubts, “Ms. Parass, I can assure you my intentions are indeed for the best. You know as well as I do that the Chronos organization is only out for the betterment of Chronos. An organization such as that should not be allowed to control the world. What they have now is far too much, but in order to end their madness we need strength, we need intelligence, we need loyalty,” he took her hand again, “We need someone like you.”


As he kissed it lightly, he knew the deal was sealed. Their first meeting had been no different. Echidna had taken in every word Creed said while questioning everything Doctor and Shiki had uttered.


Looking up at her and seeing light red painted across her already painted face, he smiled again, “Will you help me achieve this goal?”


She smiled genuinely at him before nodding, “Yes.”


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Convincing Echidna was quicker than Creed had expected it to be and he expected it to be pretty quick. The fact that Echidna’s power lessened travel distance only made his arrival home faster. He saw Shiki standing in the living room with Maro and knew Doctor would still be in his lab like he was when they left. The other Taoist he sent Shiki after was skimping around before so he knew he was around somewhere. The first thing he noticed when he got back was the fact that Train hadn’t returned yet.


Echidna had situated herself on a chair near Creed as he stared out the window waiting for Train. It was still daylight out so he knew they still had enough time to recruit the last two members since he knew that would take no time at all. Even though he knew Train could take care of himself he couldn’t help worry over his beloved partner. He didn’t think it would take that long to retrieve the two he sent Train after.


Did something happen to him? Maybe he got lost. Or maybe he ran into a Chronos agent or he really wasn‘t completely better after all. Before Creed could call his cell to make sure he was all right he saw a dark figure approaching the house.


Creed immediately made his way towards to door only to stop as he also saw a young girl hanging off Train’s arm. Creed’s growl caused Echidna to look out the window as well. She seemed a little confused as she asked, “Is something the matter, Creed?”


He didn’t answer as he stormed towards the door, ready to see some young blood splatter across the green grass. As he reached Train and company he saw the annoyed look on his face as he pushed the teen off his arm. Creed sighed in relief and relaxed as he gazed into Train’s golden eyes. I was right, even if she is a witch she’s not strong enough to control Train.


Echidna came up beside him and looked at his eyes. Something clicked in her mind as she followed his gaze towards Train and sighed as well, seeming to realize a lost cause when she saw it.


“Do you have a cell phone?” Kyoko asked Train.


“Yes,” Train replied dryly.


“Can I have the number?!” Kyoko begged.


“No,” Train replied dryly again.


“Why noooooot?” Kyoko whined.


“Because there’s no need,” he answered matter-of-factly.


“But we’re going to be in the same group, right? Shouldn’t we have a way of contacting each other?”


“I’m not staying in contact with you. I’m staying far, far away from you,” to prove his point he made a gesture with his hand that pushed the hyper girl away from him without touching her. He recently found out that pushing her away with his own hands was useless since she would just latch onto that. That’s when a new way to use his powers was born.


“That’s mean, Kuro-sama,” Kyoko pouted.


“Geeze what an annoying girl,” said a voice from behind them. It was the voice of a young boy with a bowl-cut hair style and red eyes.


He was the one that took a little longer to convince. Train kinda had to use his own way of convincing to get him to accept fully. I’ll just leave that part out. I don’t feel like admitting Creed was right. Though the kid didn’t join solely cause of Train’s eyes, they just sealed the deal. He seemed easy to manipulate since he was so young and his reasons for joining the stars were quite juvenile. Seriously, he’s joining cause he hates adults? What a brat.


“Kuro-sama, tell that brat to stop being mean,” Kyoko said as she grasped Train’s arm again.


“I would if it weren’t for two things: One, I’m not your prince as you seem to think and two, he’s right.”


“KURO-SAMAAAAA!”


As the trio approached the house Train was confused why Creed seemed to be angry. Yeah he took longer than expected, but that’s no reason to get upset. Part of the reason it took so long is his fault. The location Creed gave me for the kid was confusing. There was no address. Then he realized where the swordsman’s eyes were staring at. He was shooting fire at Kyoko’s arm that was attached to Train.


Train made another move that pushed the girl off him which seemed to quiet Creed’s rage. I’m still not sure why he was so angry about that, but he seems better now. That’s when Train noticed the overly dress woman standing next to Creed.


“This your potential?” Train asked as they stepped in front of Creed and company.


Creed smiled and nodded, stepping between Train and Echidna, “Train, I’d like you to meet Echidna Parass. Echidna, this is my partner that I was telling you about, Train Heartnet.”


The actress nodded and placed a hand out for Train to take, “Pleasure to meet you. Though he didn’t have long, Creed managed to tell me that you’re the legendary Black Cat.”


It surprised Echidna that Train shook her hand instead of greeting her the same way Creed had, “I’ll try to start this one off on the right foot. Nice to meet you.” After releasing her hand, Train couldn’t help but ask a question he was dying to know, “Mind showing me what you can do?”


Jumping out of her confusion in Creed and Train’s difference in politeness towards a lady, she smiled mischievously and sliced her finger in the air between herself and Train.


Suddenly, Train felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see a feminine hand with painted nails he was pretty sure belonged to Echidna. The painted hand was then replaced with the painted face of Echidna causing Train to leap back and into Creed who chose not to move, but grasp his shoulders instead. Echidna disappeared from view then reappeared back to where she stood before smiling smugly.


Train blinked at her, before Creed spoke, “She calls it “The Gate” incase you were wondering.“ He looked over at Kyoko and Leon, “What about the other two? What are their powers?”


“I’m not sure about the girl, but the kid’s powers are--” He was cut off as a gust of wind blew at him, throwing him into Creed and on the ground. Train now sat between Creed’s legs, back pressed against his chest.


Holding his head that had smashed into Creed’s chest Train shouted at the bright haired boy, “What the hell was that for, brat?!”


“Don’t call me a kid,” he retorted threateningly.


“Funny, that’s what I thought you were,” Train mumbled angrily.


Train placed his hands on each of Creed’s knees and pushed himself up. Creed frowned at the loss of Train, but stood nonetheless.


“If you can’t tell, he uses wind,” Train said thumbing towards Leon, “As for the girl--” Train was cut off again as he was forced to swipe his hand across the air, creating a mini-force field around himself, repelling the fire that was meant for Leon, but hit Train as well.


“How dare you try to hurt Kuro-sama like that!” Kyoko yelled, a fire puff escaping her mouth.


“Idiot, you just nearly burnt him yourself,” Leon said as he blew a light breeze on the sleeve that caught fire.


Kyoko turned to Train and shrieked, “Ah! Kuro-sama! I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”


Creed looked angrier at her than Train did. She ran up to Train to check him over, but was blocked as Creed stepped between them. The look in his eyes cause Kyoko to back up.


“Enough of this, I’m going inside,” Train said as he turned towards the house.


“Train, there’s still two more we need to recruit. They shouldn’t take long and with both of us it’ll be even quicker,” Creed said from behind him.


Train sighed tiredly, “All right, just let me get some milk first. Dealing with two kids at once is a hassle.”


Train stepped into the house quickly followed by Creed and Echidna. Leon and Kyoko entered soon after, stopping at the doorway to gaze at the place the same way Train had when he first saw it.


Echidna had pulled Creed to the side in hopes of being shown her room. Though Creed didn’t want to leave Train, he figured he had to stay polite to this woman and showed her and the other two where they could sleep.


Walking in the direction of the kitchen, he was cut off halfway by a giant sumo wrestler. Train had to crank his neck upwards in order to see the man’s face, regretting it once he did. This guy is not a looker.


He gave an ugly smile down at Train and put his hands on his entirely too big hips, “I’ve been told by my comrade that the infamous Black Cat wants to duel me.”


The gunman was confused for a moment longer before a light bulb clicked, “Oh! You must be that Maro guy. Now I see why Shiki said I wouldn’t be able to move you an inch.”


The fat man’s face contorted in irritation as Train rubbed his hands together. The smaller man slam each foot on the ground, crouching slightly, “This stance should be familiar to you,” Maro looked about ready to explode. Train smiled mischievously, “Let’s give it a shot.”


The Black Cat made a thrust forward with his hand, sending the giant flying. He almost hit the wall, but was able to slow himself down just in time. Train frowned in disappointment, “That was boring, Shiki, you promised me a challenge!”


“Don’t think that it’ll be so easy the next time, Black Cat,” Maro said angrily. Train suddenly felt a strong pressure pushing him down. Falling to one knee, he noticed Maro smiling evilly. “How do you like me now, little cat?”


Train smiled back, “I feel about the same,” he said as he shoved his hand up, despite the over whelming pressure. Within seconds the pressure was gone and Train was able to move freely.


Maro growled at Train, “Addition or subtraction of gravity, which is more effective?”


“I’m not one for math but I’ve always preferred subtracting,” Train answered poking his finger up causing Maro to jump slightly in the air.


Narrowing his eyes, Maro set himself up for another gravitation war with the man when Creed reappeared with Echidna. “Maro?” Creed’s voice was venomous, “What are you doing?”


Giving Train one last dirty look, Maro put his hands back down and walked towards Shiki who looked equally as annoyed.


Train half smiled as he continued his journey into the kitchen. Stepping onto the pearl floor, he froze. Slowly backing away, he spoke to Creed without turning around, “Creed?”


“Yes, Train?” Creed answered, turning from Maro and Shiki to him.


“Why is there a monkey in the kitchen?” Train didn‘t know if he should feel sick, or if he should start laughing. To put it simple, there was a monkey in the kitchen.


The Black Cat nearly leapt out of his skin when the monkey actually turned and spoke, “I resent that remark. I’m a Taoist and a fine one at that.”


“…Creed, did that monkey just talk?” Train’s voice was shaking from trying to control his laughter.


“Of course I did! And stop belittling me,” the monkey actually sounded offended.


“This is a new member, Train,” Creed walked up to Train and placed an arm around his shoulder, “His name is Eathes and as he said he’s no normal monkey.”


“…Creed, where did you find him?” Train was stunned and doing his best not to fall on the floor in laughter.


“At the zoo, Train, where else?” Creed sounded as if that matter was clear.


“…Creed, why where you at the zoo?” Silence followed the question. Either Creed didn’t have an answer for it, or he simply didn’t want to share his reasons. Train shook his head, “Never mind, I don’t want to know.”


Train walked passed Eathes, losing control of some laughter as he did, and made his way to the frig. Creed beat him to it and poured a glass of milk for Train. Handing it to him, the gunman took raised an eyebrow, taking and sipping it awkwardly.


“We still have two more, Train. But as I said they won’t take long since I know they won’t be hard to convince. Plus, we’ll be together. With the two of us I’m sure it’ll take no time at all,” Creed put the milk away and sat on a chair near the massive counter.


“If there’s two, why do we both have to go? Why don’t we split up like before?” He set the milk down and leaned his elbows on the counter behind him, studying Creed, “Wouldn’t that take even less time?”


The thought didn’t even seem to intrigue Creed as he leaned on the counter as well, “If one of them has decided not to join us I’m still not sure you’ll be able to convince them without scaring them.”


“So why am I going at all?” Train asked wearily.


“Because we’re partners.”


Train eyed Creed a moment longer before sighing in defeat. As stubborn as Train was, he knew Creed was just as stubborn and Train wasn’t in the mood and too tired to argue the matter. The swordsman smiled at this and stood. “Then shall we be on our way?”


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Three men sat in a booth at a diner, all drinking coffee excluding Train who was obviously drinking milk. When the cat had made the order for milk their third company seemed to be a little shocked. Apparently he didn’t think the infamous Black Cat would order something as childish as milk. His name implies he’s a cat, I don’t know why Charden’s so astonished.


“I hope you gentlemen realize this is just a formality,” replied the blonde man as he set his coffee down. “The destruction of Chronos is an important goal that’s equally as difficult to accomplish.”


“The more difficult the challenge the more worth while the cause should be, wouldn‘t you agree?” Creed added sipping his drink as well.


“Indeed,” Charden said folding his hands, “That’s precisely the reason I want to check who my allies would be thoroughly. Seeing as one of my comrades would be the Black Cat, my mind is put at ease with the fire power.” He glanced at Train who seemed uninterested in the conversation as he gazed at the setting sun. “As for luster… I’m not so sure.”


Creed chuckled as he realized what Charden was really saying, “Train’s motives are true, you can believe that. As are the rest of ours. Once Train and I set our sights on something, nothing will stop us.” It was Creed’s turn to glance at Train next to him with a longing look, “Though I don’t have proof on that. You’ll just have to take my word for it.”


Charden seemed to be deep in thought for a moment as he watched Train before turning back to Creed, “Could you tell me what the Black Cat’s reasons for wanting Chronos out of commission are?”


This seemed to interest Train as he turned and glared at Charden as if it wasn’t his business. Creed patted Train on the knee to calm him and turned back to the top hat man, “Let’s just say, it’s personal.”


Charden only seemed slightly shaken by Train’s death glare as he dared to ask a question Creed thought he shouldn’t, “Could you tell me your thoughts on Chronos?”


Train didn’t answer, instead choosing to strengthen his glare. Oddly enough, that seemed to be enough for Charden. He stood and fixed his hat, “Though I don’t know the reasons in detail, I can tell Mr. Heartnet truly has a distaste for Chronos and a wish for their demise which is enough for me. As for you, Mr. Diskenth, I confirmed your thoughts against Chronos on our first meeting.”


He dropped his share of the bill on the table and smiled, “As of this moment, you can call me a member of the Apostle of the Stars.”


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The sun had long since set and Train laid himself on the roof Creed made accessible to him. Saying he was tired was an understatement. Just that morning he was sore all over, yet he spent the day testing out his new abilities and gathering circus freaks to join their club. The group was all accounted for now accounted in the house.


All except Kyoko and Charden. Creed had forced Kyoko to leave and Charden decided after meeting who he’d be working with, there was no point in sleeping there when he had a perfectly good home. The relief he felt when the girl had left was wonderful, but the dread he felt at the promise she’d be back the next day was heart breaking.


Train pushed the thought aside and instead watched the stars as they twinkled in the sky. He could hear a piano playing from below him, curtsey of Creed. The swordsman’s room was very close to Train’s in which Creed had placed a piano. Train was only a little surprised at the fact Creed could play the instrument.


The music and starry night made the scene reminiscent of when he and Saya used to sit on the roof and stare at the stars in friendly conversation. The only difference was that the music wasn’t Saya’s voice or song and Saya wasn’t there. Train really missed her and he was sure he would for awhile.


He smiled at the memory of when she first sung her song in front of him. Train had said she was out of tune which started their first physical fight. Though the fight really consisted of Saya poking, pinching and slapping Train and Train just trying to shield himself.


He laughed at the image, but was thrown out of his thoughts when he suddenly heard Saya’s song. He sat up quickly and looked around. There was no voice accompanying her song, but he could practically hear her voice singing along with the piano. It always put him at ease except for this time.


He stood a up and ran down the small stairs then jumped into his room. The song got louder as he approached his door and walked outside. As he walked in the direction of Creed’s room, he heard it even stronger. Is Creed the one playing it?


Slowly opening the door, he found the answer to his question. The sliver haired man sat at the piano with his eyes closed, playing the song that haunted Train’s dreams.


Stepping into the room caught Creed’s attention and he looked up, “Is something wrong, Train?” He asked before even turning to look at the Black Cat.


Train was speechless for awhile before he finally asked, “What song is that?”


“Konoyo no Uta. I only recently heard it. It’s nice, isn’t it?” Train didn’t respond and just stared at Creed. Seeing the look in Train’s eyes, Creed figured his love was enjoying the song and continued playing.


As the song began again, Train could feel his body relaxing and mind slowly going at ease. As he closed his eyes Saya’s voice began ringing through his ears once more. Train suddenly snapped out of it and eyed the piano. He took out his gun and shot the strings inside the instrument.


Creed pulled his hands back and watched as the keys on the piano became limp. Blinking, he turned his head towards Train, confused as he saw the anger and pain in his eyes.


The arm that held Train’s gun did not fall as he glared at Creed, “Never play that song again.” Then the Black Cat turned and left the room.


Creed sat stunned at both the loss of his piano and Train’s actions. After several minutes passed Creed stood and followed Train. There’s obviously something wrong with him. I’ll see if I can find out what.


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Train sat on the roof once more, hoping the cool night air would lower the heat anger had given him. Leaning against the high wall that created the shadow in the day, he propped one knee up, placing his arm on that knee and buried his face on his forearm. He slammed his other fist onto the roof as he felt a tear escape his control. Of all songs, why did it have to be that one?


His ears perked as he heard footsteps moving towards him. “Go away,” he said without raising his head.


“What’s wrong, Train? Did you not like the song?” Creed was still at a lost to figure out why Train had acted the way he did.


Train raised his head and leaned it against the wall, staring straight ahead into the night, “I just don’t want to hear it.”


Creed moved a little closer and sat next to Train, “Why?” He asked concerned.


“That’s none of your business,” Train retorted giving him a deadly glance.


The pale man looked a little hurt before staring at the night sky as well. “I won’t play the song again if you don’t want me to, Train. But I’d really like to know why it upset you so. I don’t care about the piano, I care about you,” he turned his head to Train again.


Train didn’t turn to look at him and didn’t answer. He was still angry which made him more tired than he was before. He really just did want to be left alone.


Creed placed a hand on his shoulder, “If there’s something bothering you, I’d like to know so I can try to help.”


“I want to be alone,” was Train’s predictable response.


“I don’t want to leave you alone, Train. I don’t like that you’re upset and I’d like to fix that even if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”


Train sighed and put his head in his hands. He had a feeling Creed wouldn’t be leaving unless he said something. “You really wanna know? Fine, I’ll tell you. Saya used to sing that same song. Hearing it reminded me of her. Happy now?”


Train had said it so quickly and angrily that Creed barely heard it. Once he slowed the words down in his mind, he felt like burning his fingers at the idea of playing that whore’s song. He remained calm for Train’s sake, however.


Turning back to the sky, Creed tried to comfort Train, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I won’t play it again, I promise.” Creed chuckled, “Actually, I won’t be playing anything for awhile seeing as how my piano is destroyed.


Train made no movement at Creed’s attempted joke. He’s head remained in his hand, thinking deeply. Creed looked back at Train and spoke again, “It’s okay to be upset, Train. I know you are so you don’t have to hide it.”


Train finally turned his head to Creed, eyes burning in anger mixed with pain. Once he felt another tear about to fall, he turned his head away again. It seemed useless as Creed turned his head back to face him and looked into his eyes sincerely.


“I said it’s okay, Train. You don’t have to suppress your pain. All you’ll do is stress yourself out.”


As Creed saw a reluctant tear fall from Train’s eye, he pulled his partner’s head into his chest. Feeling a couple more tears soak his shirt, Creed began to pet Train’s head soothingly. His cat shook slightly as a larger sob escaped his control, causing Creed to hold him a little tighter.


Train never officially cried from Saya’s death and he cursed himself for doing it now. He cursed himself for losing control over his emotions. He curse himself for showing someone else his pain. But what he cursed himself the most for was using Creed as his tissue.


I shouldn’t be crying. Especially in front of someone. Train lost control of another deep sob and tightened his fist. The thing is, Creed doesn’t seem to care and it kinda feels good letting this out. He hated that admission. Hated it more than he hated Chronos, but he couldn’t fight the fact that the more tears he let out, the better he started to feel.


Train’s sobs began to subside as Creed tenderly rubbed the tips of his fingers along his back, lovingly pressing the side of his face against Train’s hair. Once he was completely finished, he pulled away, turning his body so he wouldn’t have to face Creed. He didn’t want to after that embarrassing display he just put on.


As Creed patted Train’s knee kindly, Train turned his head slightly to face him and was greeted with an understanding smile.


Train rotated his body back the way it was and leaned his head back against the wall. His eyes were half shut as he gazed at the stars again. Releasing his feels had made him all the more tired and he really just wanted to pass out. Keeping his eyes open even an inch was a feat.


Desperate to change the subject so he didn’t have another episode, Train spoke up despite the exhaustion, “Could you tell me why our group is a bunch of circus freaks?”


Creed seemed throw off guard by the random question but laughed a little, “What do you mean by circus freaks?”


Train began to count off on his fingers, “You’ve got a teenage girl, an alien looking brat, a sumo wrestler, a sheet covered midget and - the icing on the cake - a monkey.” Train still couldn’t get over the fact that a talking monkey was sleeping in the room below him.


Creed chuckled, “Well, they’re not all strange. Charden, Doctor, Durham and Echidna are normal.”


“I’ll give you Charden, Doctor and Echidna, but Durham wears a freakin’ bird mask. I find that strange,” Train paused and thought about his words, “Okay, not a bird mask. He wears a beak.”


Creed laughed even harder. Train was right, this group really was strange. “As I said before, the Tao isn’t picky.”


Train shrugged, eyes closed, “Well I kinda wish it was. Maybe we’d have gotten people that I get along with.”


Creed nodded in agreement. Train had already started out on the wrong foot with half of the members. Echidna seems to dislike to him as well. Though I’m not sure why, Train didn’t do anything to her.


“Aside from Kyoko, I think the whole group holds something against me,” Train said nonchalantly. “Thanks for making her leave, by the way. I don’t think I’d get to sleep with her in the same house.”


Creed had growled at the name, but nodded happily at Train’s thanks, “You’re not the only one she annoyed. Shiki and Maro seemed especially bothered by her overly happy personality.” Creed leaned back into the wall as well, “Besides, she was beginning to drive me nuts too. I don’t think I would have been able to take her flirting with you much longer.”


Train made a noise Creed assumed was affirmative. “I think I prefer the whole group hating me over have Kyoko’s constant clinging.”


“They don’t all feel that way about you,” Creed just didn’t have it in him to use the word hate when referring to Train, “Not counting Kyoko, Charden, Leon and Doctor don’t have any bad blood with you. Not including us that‘s almost half the group.”


“Hm…” Train mumbled quietly. He was only half aware of what Creed had said, but he also didn’t really care, he was just so tired. He was completely obvious that his head had landed on Creed’s shoulder.


Feeling the light thump, Creed looked down to see Train’s peaceful face leaned against him. He smiled warmly as he brushed Train’s bangs to the side. Creed knew his cat was tired, but he was waiting until he was perfectly sure Train felt better to put him to bed.


He kissed Train’s head lightly, letting the scene remain for a few moments. After several minutes had passed, Creed decided it was time to move Train to his bed. He knew staying up here meant a cold for his beloved. Shaking him gently, Creed whispered Train’s name so he would wake. The Black Cat’s closed lids slowly became golden eyes, “You need to wake up so you can go to bed,” Creed whispered.


“That contradicts itself,” Train lisped tiredly.


Chuckling silently, Creed helped him stand, allowing Train a moment to clear his vision. The swordsman placed a hand under Train’s arm opposite of him as his other placed itself on his shoulder.


Walking slowly, Train pushed Creed off, “I’m not a child, I can do it myself.”


He only made it a few steps before stumbling. Creed caught him automatically and repositioned himself the way he had been before, “There’s no way I’m letting you guide yourself down stairs this high up when you can barely make a coherent sentence.”


Train looked like he was going to protest, but his exhaustion made him decided against it. Creed led Train down the short staircase, hold gentle as he walked him to the window. He practically picked Train off the window’s sitting area and carried him to bed.


Creed had no time to pull the blankets back as Train had already collapsed on the bed. He smiled again as he lifted Train up slightly so he could pull the blankets up and over his body. Once Train was successfully tucked in, Creed brushed his fingers along the warm cheek contently before moving towards the door.


Just as he was about to leave the room, Train said something, “I’m sorry about your piano.”


Creed felt his heart flutter, smiling the warmest and happiest he had ever smiled, “It’s okay, Train. It doesn’t matter.”


“Tell anyone about this and I’ll kill you,” Train’s threat seemed empty as his exerted voice held no emphasis behind his words.

Creed laughed warmly, “Of course not, Train. Now go to sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”