Black Cat Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Fate ❯ Growing Bonds ( Chapter 10 )

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

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“Creed, I think I’ve finally come to terms with my fate.”


Creed watched his Cat under the dark sky, standing atop the roof gazing at the moon. As he stared at Train, he admired how the moonlight made his golden eyes shine a brilliant hue, causing the beautiful orbs to stand out even more than usual. The stars giving his skin an aesthetic cream color, which seemed to sparkle in the darkness of night.


Train turned his glowing eyes towards Creed, smiling impassionedly, “My destiny, it seems…lies with you.”


Creed’s heart leapt into his throat as Train was suddenly by his side, grasping him around the waist, and pulling him close, fixing his eyes–those breathtaking eyes–deep into his own, as if looking into his very soul.


As Train stared at Creed, he felt a tumult of emotions take hold of him. He took in every feature of the man, as if for the first time–amazed he had not noticed how deliciously beautiful he was. He then wondered if the man tasted as good as he looked…


Slowly, Train closed his eyes and moved forward, lightly placing his lips against Creed’s own. The sensation was so wonderful, causing the young swordsman to shut his eyes as well, leisurely sliding his arms up Train’s back and atop his shoulders.


I had no idea; anyone’s lips could be this soft. Creed thought blissfully, his mouth opening a little, lightly pressing his tongue against his partner’s lips. His Cat responded to the touch, his lips separating ever so slightly, allowing Creed access to the depths of his mouth.


Oh…


He couldn’t help but make a pleasurable noise at Train’s taste, driving further inside out of pure need. Practically squealing, as he felt the object of his desire, also enter his mouth, feeling and searching where he wished, and Creed was more than willing to give him, as much access as he wished.


Their lips stayed locked as their tongues twisted and turned together, traveling through the warm caverns each other’s mouths. Ever so delicately, Creed’s hands slithered up Train’s neck and into his hair, entangling his fingers in the soft locks that seemed to just curl around his fingers.


Closer now, Train pressed harder onto Creed, titling his head and deepening the already profound kiss. A kind of warmth that had been small at first, was now spreading profusely throughout his entire body. Small sensual murmurs escaped him, as the silver haired assassin decided to remove his hands from Train’s hair, in order to explore his chest.


The shirt he had on was the usual one, but it was too cumbersome where Creed was concerned, so steadily the swordsman began to undo the Black Cat’s buttons, one at a time. Wanting to taste more of him, he moved his lips, beginning to kiss along the line of Train’s jaw.


As his mouth progressed further down, from along his chin to the side of his neck, his Cat began moaning evenly, enjoying the attention. He was glad he was pleased. You want more? Your wish has always been my command. Finally undoing the last button on the stupid shirt, Creed traveled across his partner’s neck to his shoulder, lifting the fabric covering it to gain access, to touch and feel more…


Surrendering to the emotions that were taking over his every sensation, Train felt his legs grow weak beneath him. Gradually, he let his body fall back onto the rooftop, pulling Creed along with him. As Train lay there breathlessly, he slid his hands up the other man’s back and into his sliver hair, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his warmth and the touch of his skin. Creed himself, had removed the Cat’s shirt, throwing it to the side like a rag, but revealing the former Chronos assassin’s elegant, yet masculine skin. A gasp came to his throat…for it was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever laid eyes upon.


Running his tongue lightly over Train’s shoulder, he moved back to where his neck and shoulder met, and proceeding to suck there softly for a moment, he listened to Train’s beautiful gasps and pants like music to his soul. Creed slowly moved his actions from that area, down from his chest to his stomach, barely stopping for a breath.


As Train felt Creed’s tongue slide along his the planes of his body, his lips sucking at his skin gently, the warmth of him and the tingling cold of the air made his body shudder with pleasure. He moved his fingers back around Creed’s waist, gripping tightly at the man’s pants, jerking his hips upwards. This caused their pelvises to press against each other strongly, the sudden friction making Creed jerk and gasp in exclamation, especially as Train rotated a little in order to feel as much of the man along his body as possible.


Both groaned at the constant contact, as Creed journeyed his lips back up to Train’s chest to its center, licking it soothingly. Train gasped loudly again with pleasure, already as aroused as he was, stroking his hand against Creed’s inner thigh pressing against him even harder.


“Creed…” Train moaned quietly, his voice causing the swordsman’s heart to take flight. He gently slid his hands down the rest of Train’s torso and to his waistline, while kissing his chest repeatedly. Who knew someone’s skin could be this sweet? Well, never mind, he is Train after all…


Train was thinking similar thoughts, as he ran his hands up the front of Creed’s shirt, passing the tips of his fingers along the warm skin, sending chills up the swordsman’s spine. Creed traced the XIII tattoo on his love’s upper body with his tongue. Even the reminder of something so hated, tastes sweet on him.


“Oh, Creed,” Train moaned again, a little louder this time.


Creed could feel Train’s strong muscles tightening against his touch, his body clearly roused by the caress. Successfully undoing Train’s jeans, Creed listened as the other moaned his name again, louder each time.


“Creed… Creed… Creed…”


“Train…” Creed moaned quietly in return.


“CREED!”


Creed’s eyes shot open quickly and stared up at the ceiling. His body was bouncing up and down as he looked over to see Train standing at the foot of his bed, punching down on the mattress repeatedly in hopes of waking the man.


Seeing his partner was awake, Train stopped and stood-up straight. Squinting at Creed, he asked, “You dreamin’ about me, or something?”


Creed’s face grew hot and he looked away, attempting to make it look like he was just tired. His entire body was still aroused and warm from the dream, and looking at Train wasn’t going to help. I can only thank the thick blankets and sheets right now. Hopefully Train won’t look too closely.


“D-did you need something, Train?” Creed stammered, desperately trying to keep his eyes off Train’s.


Train cocked an eyebrow at him, “What’s wrong with you?”


“N-nothing. Just a small headache, I’m fine.” he moved more blankets over his legs since the sensation between them, just wouldn’t go away. His voice is probably what’s making it stay. “Why’d you wake me?”


Creed wanted to believe that his dream had come true, and Train was going to make a confession, even though he knew that it was a very long shot. The fact that Train was actually up before him, was a shock in itself. This is too good to be true…


“I just needed to get you up. Kyoko woke me at the crack of dawn and wouldn’t let me go back to sleep.” Train sighed in annoyance and also exhaustion. “I tried so hard to get back to sleep, but she wouldn’t leave me alone and we wound up waking everyone else up. Everyone except you, and you’re the only one that keeps her away from me. I swear, if you can’t do anything, I’m going to shut her up for good!”


At the mention of Kyoko, Creed couldn’t prevent his eyes from burning in rage for a second, before struggling to look tired again.


His partner still seemed to notice Creed’s desperation to avoid his gaze and folded his arms. “Did you have a bad dream or something?”


Quite the contrary, Creed thought with yearning, but he merely shook his head. “I’ll be down in a minute. I just need to get ready and take a shower. Try to avoid her, but if you can’t–”


“I can’t.”


“Then bear with her until I get down there.”


Train still seemed a little unconvinced of his partner’s explanation, but decided not to ask. If it was something really important, he would have told Train right away.


The Black Cat spun around and headed for the door, “All right, your newly ‘hired’ chefs already started breakfast for everyone, even though it’s still early. I managed to wake them up as well, while fighting with that girl and the others. Apparently, no one likes being woken up at sunrise by my screaming.”


Depends on what kind of screaming… Creed added in his mind, getting a little warmer at the thought. He was glad Train had already waved goodbye and left the room, because Creed wasn’t sure if the blankets could conceal him anymore.


He sighed in relief, as well as disappointment. Looking at the door for a moment longer, he stood. Cold shower… I need an ice cold shower. I can’t face Train today until I get that.


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Creed joined the others in the dining area almost an hour later. The cold shower had to be extended greatly, in order to get his body back to its normal temperature. Not only that, he needed time to get that dream out of his head, so he could look Train in the eye. If I had to go a whole day avoiding those gorgeous eyes of his, I think I’d snap.


When he entered the room, he was surprised to see no one was eating. The only thing he saw were a few of his Apostles drinking coffee, and Train gulping down a jug of milk. Upon seeing Creed, everyone seemed the make a thankful sigh, and Kyoko made the wise decision to move from her place at the table next to Train, to over where Charden sat.


Creed’s confused look was answered as Shiki turned to Train irritated, “All right, he’s here. It is okay if we eat now?”


The swordsman blinked in confusion, looking at Train along with everybody else. Train simply ignored them all, making no movement for a moment, before opening the doors to the kitchen with his mind, scaring the chefs inside stiff. He made a gesture with his hand, signaling they could bring the food in.


Creed watched as they walked in with breakfast, obviously still hot. He still didn’t understand until Doctor’s voice came from a window behind him, “Mr. Heartnet had us wait for you to get down here before starting.” He took a sip of his coffee, turning his attention back outside the window. “He told us you’d be right down, so we waited.”


“The first fifteen minutes wasn’t bad, but after you didn’t show for a half hour, we began to get a little angry at your partner.” Shiki said, still glaring at Train.


Creed turned to Train who either didn’t hear them talking, or chose not to listen. He smiled cordially at his love, “Thank you, Train.” It may have been a small gesture, but it meant a lot to Creed. He really didn’t have to wait, but he did. He even made everyone else wait too. I’m so happy.


Train shrugged his shoulders, “After forty five minutes, I was about to say screw it and start eating, but I didn’t think it was fair for the rest of us to start without you; so I had them keep it warm until you came down.”


Him waiting for Creed, was a surprise to him too, but he actually felt kind of bad beginning without him. After everything Creed had done for him, Train felt he owed him a little something. He knew Creed definitely would have waited for him, had it been the other way around.


It’s hard to believe I felt guilty about starting a meal without him, but… I guess I kinda care about him. I already knew I could trust him, but that’s different from actually caring. It wasn’t as much as he had cared about Saya, or the same depth of relationship, but he did know he cared at least a little.

…Enough at least to postpone a meal for him.


Still smiling, Creed made his way over to Train, sitting in the seat Kyoko had abandoned next to him. Echidna seemed a little upset by the whole situation, as she sat across from him at the massive table.


“Unlike the rest of our group, I was more than willing to wait for your arrival.” said the actress kindly, trying to get Creed’s attention.


Creed just smiled slightly at her and nodded before turning his attention back to the conversation he was having with Train. It’s a good thing he didn’t notice the glare she sent the Cat, or she might have had a very rude awakening, as to where his affections truly lied.


“Charden! You took your glasses off!” Kyoko shouted loudly, causing everyone in the room’s eyes to switch towards the raven-haired schoolgirl and her silk hat companion at the other end of the table.


The blonde seemed to be embarrassed, as Kyoko beamed happily at his face. “Kyoko-san, please be a little quieter.”


“But you look so cool!” The teen girl said, as she grasped him around the neck. “Strike a pose, Charden. You’re male model pretty!”


“Pretty…?” Charden said as his face turned red.


“Hey, not bad Charden. You think you can take her off my hands? Or rather take her’s off me?” Train said, smiling at the duo as Kyoko played with the man’s hair.


Kyoko turned to Train hurt, “Kuro-sama, you’re the one that saved me from my life of loneliness, so you’re the one that has my heart.”


Creed growled at that declaration of love, “Your infatuation with Train is based on nothing more than looks. You know nothing about him.”


“You’re around Charden a lot more than you are around me. Plus, he actually doesn’t seem to mind your presence. Sounds like a match made in heaven to me.” Train added as he ate his eggs.


The whole conversation seemed to make Charden completely uncomfortable, “Could we please not talk about me, as if I’m not here?”


“Look, Kyoko, he’s blushing. Don’t you think that’s cute?” Train added. He really thought this was the perfect moment to pawn Kyoko off on someone else. Charden’s my age, so she can’t use age difference as an excuse.


“How about we stop the love talk for a moment, and discuss our goals for once?” Shiki stated in annoyance.


Train flicked a bit of food at the Tao Master, “Jealous no one loves you?”


The growl Shiki emitted was not meant to be concealed at all. If it hadn’t been for Creed sitting next to him, he probably would have started a battle with the Black Cat.


“Damn Cat, can’t you just focus for a moment?” Maro’s voice was just as annoyed as Shiki’s. He turned to Creed and spoke again, “Shiki and I haven’t found the best time to strike against Chronos yet, but it’s safe to say we’re on the trail of one.”


Creed nodded knowingly, “That’s what I assumed. Since we won’t be using the source of weapons I originally planned on using, until the opportune moment against Chronos is found, we will prefect our own skills. You two continue searching.”


“Would you mind telling us what these weapons were, exactly?” It had been bothering Shiki for awhile, but he kept his mouth shut. He couldn’t think of anything more they’d need other than Tao.


It was Doctor who answered the question, “Nanomachines–had we taken them, we would have opened the door to countless possibilities. Our defenses would have increased, not to mention our strength. Not only that, we could have started a completely new army.” the scientist sounded aggravated as he spoke.


Maybe that’s one more person to put on the list of “Taoists who hate me”. Train thought, before noting that he didn’t really care.


Shiki sounded a bit aggravated himself, “New army? What’s wrong with the Tao? That should be plenty to take down scum like Chronos.”


Train couldn’t help but laugh at Shiki’s statement. The small man turned to Train sorely, “What’s so funny?”


Train regained his composure, then placed his chin in one hand, smiling cheekily at Shiki, “That’s exactly what I said. I’m the one that talked him out of using the nanomachines.”


Shiki stared at Train; he was glad they weren’t going to be using a power other than Tao, but at the same time he was completely and utterly disgusted by the fact that Train actually agreed with him. The bug user couldn’t believe they actually saw eye to eye on something, especially since that something was the Tao.


He just couldn’t accept it! “You expect me to believe that this Cat was the one to say no to nanomachines, and yes to Tao? He’s been nothing but disrespectful towards it, since Day one.”


“He’s right, Shiki. Had it not been for Train, we’d be focusing on the nanomachines right now, instead of moving a step closer towards our battle with Chronos,” Creed smiled at Train briefly, before looking at Shiki again. “I would think you of all people, would be thankful for that.”


The turn of Shiki’s head was their only response. Train chuckled again. It’s so much fun annoying him. I don’t even have to try anymore.


Creed felt a surge of happiness at the sight of Train’s amusement. Anything that made Train smile even a little, was wonderful. Maybe I’ll be able to make him smile one day…


“So then, we just train until we can attack Chronos?” Train asked as if he already knew the answer.


Creed smiled and nodded approvingly, “We’ll team up and practice. It’s best to practice against other members so we can be ready for different powers.”


“I take it you’ll be training with Train then.” Echidna said in an offhanded way, but the vexation in her voice was clear.


“Of course,” Creed said as if the fact was obvious, “But we’ll still be training with others, just like everyone else.” Creed would love to practice with Train all day, but he knew his Cat would like showing his skills off to other members. “And Doctor, I’d like you to work on armor and weaponry for our Shooting Star Unit. Since they don’t have Tao, they’ll need something else to boost their fighting ability.”


The scientist nodded, disappearing from the room immediately, obviously to his lab.


Maro smiled deviously, “I wouldn’t mind getting a little revenge on the Black Cat…” he muttered half to himself, half to everyone.


“I want in on that.” Shiki added in the same manner.


“Two against one? Sounds fair, I’m in!” Train said as he stood, breakfast done.


Creed didn’t like that idea too much, “Train, are you sure?”


Train sighed, “You contradict yourself a lot, Creed. You say you put all the faith of the world in me, yet you protect me from a butter knife.”


“Butter knives can cut too, you know…” Creed mumbled remembering the time Train was referring too, when he was trying to butter his toast and Creed took the knife away, claiming he could hurt himself. Train was really annoyed with him after that.


“Are you insinuating that we’re butter knives?” Shiki asked coolly.


“Nah, butter knives are sharper.” Train said matter-of-factly.


Creed shot Shiki a warning glance before looking at his love beseechingly, “Couldn’t you do it one at a time?” As much as he trusted Train, he never took risks with him either. I’d really rather not have him fight with any other member but me. I know I won’t try to hurt him, but they want to. He did believe they didn’t stood a chance against Train, but the fact that they wanted to hurt Train is what made him hesitant.


Something about the way Creed looked at him caused the gunman to give in, “All right, fine. If it’ll make you stop giving me that look. Just know that I could take them both on, even with my eyes closed.”


Creed’s expression turned into a grateful one, giving Train a smile that showed he believed him.


If he really thinks I can, then I don’t understand why he won’t let me. Train shrugged mentally at the thought. He already knew Creed had an overprotective streak of him, and doing anything remotely dangerous caused his partner to nearly have a nervous breakdown.


“If you don’t mind, Shiki, I’d like to have a go at the Cat first. I want to show everyone the difference in our powers.” Maro glared and smiled at Train at the same time.


“Of course, Maro. I‘ll continue the search for our move against Chronos.” Shiki agreed. “I’ll have my time with him later.”


Putting his glasses back on, much to Kyoko’s disappointment, Charden spoke, “I believe I’d like to do battle with Durham first. No particular reason comes to mind other than the fact that I actually much wanted to see the legend of the Black Cat in person, but seeing as he has a list, I don’t mind waiting. I bare no grudge with him.”


“So I’m just a plan B next to Heartnet? Our gunmanship levels are completely different.” Durham huffed.


“Sure are, you’re way below me.” Train added with a cocky smile.


The masked gunman growled and glanced at Maro, “Is it all right if I take him on first?”


Maro laughed at the idea, “Sorry, buddy. Wait in line. If he can survive long enough, you can fight him.”


Creed narrowed his eyes at Maro, as a warning him to watch his mouth. Train placed a hand on Creed’s shoulder to calm him, giving the swordsman goose bumps.


Once Train’s opponent was settled, Echidna stood as well and looked at Creed, “I’ll train with you first, Creed. If it’s all right with you.”


The sliver haired man pondered that idea for a moment before agreeing. He really did just want to keep an eye on Train to make sure Maro didn’t hurt him, or Shiki didn’t step in to help, but duty called as well.


“What about Kyoko?” Kyoko asked in the third person. “I don’t wanna be left out! Who am I supposed to fight?”


“Well, Kyoko-san, all that leaves for you is Leon and--” Charden was cut off by Train.


“The monkey!” He said pointing at Eathes. The Apostles’ attention was brought to the chimp as he smiled.


“I don’t wanna fight a monkey!” Kyoko said revolted. “What can a monkey do anyway?”


Eathes grumbled something under his breath, before eyeing Kyoko abrasively. The girl’s eyes widened as she saw what looked like a ghost, sprouting from the apes’ body. It flew from Eathes and swam through the air towards her, diving inside her body.


The young teen was then outlined with a white aura which quickly vanished, leaving her to look the same as before. The glow migrated back to Eathes, clearly showing a white form of the fire breathing girl. The chimp smiled before morphing himself into Kyoko, wearing the black cape he walked around in.


Grinning with Kyoko’s lips and speaking with her voice, Eathes said, “Satisfied? I told you I’m no ordinary monkey.”


Train was in shock for a moment. Well, some monkeys do imitate people. It looks like he’s just taken it to the next level.


Charden broke out of his stupor first, “Kyoko-san, why don’t you battle with Eathes? That way we’re left with one person to relax before training.”


Kyoko smiled up at Charden, “That works for me! It’d be a weird experience fighting myself. This should be fun.” She hugged Charden again, “You’re so smart, Charden!”


Train smiled happily. He was really hoping Kyoko would replace him with Charden for an obsession. They really do work better together. Why the hell is she fixated on a guy that pushes her away? Charden was blushing again at Kyoko’s hug, but never pushing her away.


Creed stood next to Train and grinned at his group, “Then it’s understood. Until we hear from Shiki and Maro about an assault against Chronos, we will prepare ourselves.”


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“You ready for this, little Cat?” Maro said, grinning wickedly.


Train smiled just as wickedly, “I think that’s my line, tubby.”


Maro let out a laugh, “You certainly are cocky. Remember, you’re little partner isn’t here to protect you.”


Train frowned and narrowed his eyes, “I don’t need Creed to protect me. He does that on his own.”


“Why don’t we test that theory?” Maro snickered as Train felt his body get heavy.


He looked up and saw the air vibrating along with some boxes placed in the practice room. Knees shaking, Train eyed Maro the same way he was eyeing Train and watched as the fat man began to rise in the air.


Once up above, the Cat made him fly across the room and into a wall, creating a small crater. Maro fell to the ground with a loud bang before quickly standing, brushing some paint chips off his shoulders.


He smiled at Train again, “You might want to get Creed. I have a feeling you’ll need protection.”


Maro thrust his hand down quickly, sending Train’s face flat against the floor. The Cat made a strangled noise at the contact with the marble surface as he felt blood slowly drip down his now cut lip. Hearing Maro laugh loudly, Train sent him flying in the air once more, without making eye contact, choosing to use his hand instead. He looked up as he made a spinning gesture with his finger, causing the fat man to rotate in the air.


Smiling cheerfully, he flipped himself back on his left hand, pulling Hades out with his right. He shot two rounds at Maro, aimed at each of his shoulders. Instead of hitting their mark however, Train watched dumbfounded as the bullets went crashing to the ground.


Train’s distraction of the failure bullets made him forget to continue spinning Maro. He found his gun feeling heavy again, but only enough to prevent his finger from pulling the trigger. The Black Cat’s concentration fell further, causing him to drop Maro to the ground. Maro was ready for the fall and planted his feet firmly on the ground.


“Come on, I thought the legendary Black Cat was better than this. You’re disappointing me greatly.”


Train smiled, “You’re talking as if you’ve already won.”


The pressure on his gun wasn’t strong enough to prevent him from aiming and once he regained control of his composure, he was able to pull the trigger. He shot another two shots at Maro’s shoulders, knowing they wouldn’t hit their mark, but not needing them to. As the second set of bullets collapsed to the ground in a useless heap, Train fired one more, making it circle around the large Taoist’s body.


Maro wasn’t completely clear on what was circling him. All he saw was a small, black object moving at rapid speed around him. It didn’t even seem interested in touching any inch of his flabby muscle. Though even if it tried, the gravitational force field I’ve formed around myself wouldn’t allow it much distance before falling.


Distracted by the shiny object traveling around him, he never noticed a larger black, slim figure fly behind him from the sky at superhuman speed. Maro felt rapid strikes to the head which blurred his vision. He cried out in pain as he collided with the hard, cold floor. It was his turn to feel blood leak from his busted lip. Quite a bit more, than what had escaped from Train.


The gunman stood on his shoulders, spinning Hades around his finger, “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch. You said it yourself, I’m the legendary Black Cat, don’t underestimate me.”


It was at this moment Train noticed how scratched and bruised Maro’s back was. Well, well, well, his back did get hurt in that meeting with the wall. Gotta admit, this is fun.


At this range, Train was pretty sure Hades’ mark couldn’t miss. He aimed the barrel at Maro’s shoulder and fired, sending a bullet through the man’s fat. He cocked his head in confusion, as the muscles tightened around the bullet hole and popped the crushed bullet back out.


“Do you forget so easily about the power of the Tao? Bullets are useless against me in more ways than one.” Maro said, voice slightly shaking, lifting his head up.


“My bad,” Train said, scratching the back of his head. “Though I do believe it was painful for you. Even if the bullet’s won’t stay in place, they did make contact.”


Maro growled and grasped Train by his leg, flipping him over his shoulder. The Cat landed on the wall with his feet quickly, before kicking himself back off and at Maro once more. Inches before he could make contact with the fat man, Maro repeatedly pushed his hands forward so fast, Train barely saw the motion.


Moving quickly, he was able to evade all thrusts except one that made contact with the side of his face, sending him flying into a nearby wall. Before Train could regain his sense from the bone crushing attack, he heard something massive flying towards him.


Acting on instinct, Train vanished from his snug place in the wall, to the side just in time to avoid a giant ball of gravity thrown by Maro. He blinked at the crater created in disbelief, before being forced to jump into the air, floating there as he saw his opponent rolled into a ball and wheeling all over the room at great speed.


Watching the fat ball cruise around the room, Train couldn’t stop himself from laughing loudly, clutching his stomach with his arms. The ball stopped at this laughter and glared up at Train.


“Just what exactly is so funny?!” He yelled, reviled.


Train wiped a laughter born tear from his eye, “Come on! A big guy like yourself, curling up into a little ball, and chasing around your opponent in the heat of battle? You don’t find that the least bit humiliating?”


Maro clenched his fists in anger, “I’ve had it with your patronizing manner!”


He shoved his large hand into the air, grabbing Train by the ankle and throwing him to the ground. He shot another blast of gravity at the Black Cat, who rolled to the side and pounced on top of it. As he rode the black lump, he changed its course towards Maro, who sent another blast at the one Train was steering.


The dark haired man leapt into the air once more, shooting another bullet at Maro, this time aimed at his hand. It made contact once again, cutting straight through the bone, muscle and fat, lodging itself in the floor.


Despite the pain, Maro lunged his bloody hand forward again, grasping Train’s leg once more, but this time, holding him in place upside down. Grinning heinous at Train’s upside down face, he said, “Not so high and mighty now, are you, Black Cat?”


Train simply looked back at Maro, as if being in this position was nothing. And instead of a witty comment, he merely smiled happily, kicking the wounded hand that held him captive.


Maro let out a cry of pain, glaring at Train. This time he sent repetitive shots at Train, giving no time in between to dodge. The cat was able to avoid the first two, but the third one was able to smack him in the face as the second one followed suit. He rolled with the last hit, stopping himself on one knee and spitting out blood.


Maro laughed at Train’s pain, while the Cat narrowed his eyes at the man. He flicked his wrist towards himself, which caused a cackling Taoist to sweep himself off his feet and into a pile of boxes. Train took this moment to switch his bullets to the new ones Creed had just bought him.


Though this is just practice, it’d be a nice time to test these babies out. I’ll see how they work before thanking Creed. Just as he finished reloading, Maro stood again, staring down at Train.


“Fun time is over, Cat.” he said in a demanding voice.


“You’re really going all out for just training. You’ve really got a beef with me, don’t ‘cha?”


Just as Maro was about to send another blast of gravity at Train, he spun back in the air and onto a high pile of boxes. He aimed his gun up, shooting at the right angle he knew he would need to make contact with his opponent. He watched as his bullet bounced off the chandelier, to the steal box across from him, then finally down to his target. The bullet smashed into Maro’s side as he cried out loudly.


Gazing back up at Train, Maro opened his mouth again, “When are you gonna quit it with the bullets? Didn’t I already prove to you they’re use–”


He couldn’t finish his sentence, as he began to feel his inner body heat up. It was as if his blood was boiling and his skin was being set on fire! He thought his veins were going to explode! Sweat began to rapidly drip from his body, as his vision blurred his view on Train.


The Black Cat watched the display with intent eyes, “In case you’re wondering, they’re not ordinary bullets. Creed gave me new ones with some sort of chemicals enclosed inside them that release upon impact. It’s supposed to increase your body temperature several times higher than the preferred 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.” He watched as Maro’s sweat turned into puddles on the ground, “I’ll also be needing you to write me a full report on the effectiveness of this new prototype.”


As expected, the bullet escaped Maro’s side and clanged to the floor. The fat Taoist glared up at the slim Taoist, breathing hard. Well, I think it’ll work much better on someone without the Tao. Guess I owe Creed my thanks on this one. He’ll want to hear how well it worked.


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Creed sighed quietly as he blocked another bullet shot from a small hole in the distance. He was actually pretty bored. Fighting Echidna was no challenge at all. The woman’s powers seemed to only be useful for traveling great distances. That’s really the only use Creed had found for her so far.


He jumped out of another bullet’s trajectory, holding himself in one of the ceiling’s corners. She’s not even aiming at my vital points. I can’t tell if she’s going out of her way to make sure she doesn’t hurt me, or if she really does just have bad aim. Creed decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and say she just didn’t want to hurt him. Actually, that’s probably the case since she hasn’t even used one of her grenades yet. I know I saw her with them, and that would probably be a more effective move.


As if hearing his demeaning thoughts, Echidna pulled out a grenade, tossing it into the air where it disappeared. A hole shaped next to him where the very same grenade appeared, falling next to his head. If Creed let go, the grenade would fall with him and explode in the air, so he decided to launch himself off the wall to the opposite corner of the room.


Just as expected, the grenade dropped to the ground, exploding in midair before it could even hit the floor. Creed grimaced at the damage made to the wall. Well, it’s not like I have to pay for repairs or anything. Guess I shouldn’t worry about the damage.


He looked back down at Echidna who only seemed to have moved only a few feet from her original position. If one thought about it, her power was really that of a celebrity who needed to travel quickly and often. That suits her previous employment quite well. If she had decided not to join us, she could have made good use of these powers.


The swordsman sighed as she tried to same move again. She really doesn’t have any battle technique, does she?


He really shouldn’t complain. Ever since he first met Train, he had only ever practiced with him. Not just because he enjoyed seeing Train in action, but because he was the only one that could ever give him a challenge. In Chronos, Creed always lost - though he’d like to say he put up a good hell of a fight. Train had even said so once–a memory I will always cherish.


Now, his matches with Train always ended in a draw. Creed specifically practiced until his hands bled in order to reach Train’s level, back when his love was a Number and Creed was merely his junior partner. Adding and mastering the Tao power to that only made their battles all the more exciting. I really shouldn’t expect more from Echidna than this. She could never reach Train’s level, even if she tried. Creed was the only one at Train’s level.


That last thought reminded him that he was battling the actress right now, and blocked a bullet just before it hit his shoulder. He really did wish she’d at least aim for his head or chest for once. It seemed to be obvious she was avoiding those areas on purpose. Maybe that’s how Train feels when I avoid his vital spots on purpose. But it’s just so hard to aim to kill with him. He didn’t even bother to think that was probably Echidna’s same reasoning with Creed.


“I almost got you on that one, Creed,” said the female actress with a smile. It seemed she was trying to endeavor in a conversation with her leader.


Creed shrugged his shoulder, “Well, even if you hit your mark, it wouldn’t have been very painful, thanks to the Tao.” The silver haired man slid his Imagine Blade back into place, before looking back up at his opponent. “I think we can call it a day. We’ve gotten to know each others moves pretty well.”


Echidna seemed hurt by this statement, “It’s really only a one way street right now. You’ve seen all my moves, but all you’ve really been doing is blocking and avoiding mine. Don’t you think you could show me at least one?”


The leader of the Apostles pondered that idea for a moment. The reason he hadn’t used a proper move against the woman was because he simply never had a need to. That and he felt if he did, she’d be killed. Not that her life mattered all that much to Creed, he just didn’t feel like killing a fellow comrade. As Train had said, if they all perfected their powers, Chronos wouldn’t stand a chance. Even if her powers would mainly be used for traveling, if she perfected them they’ll be a big help.


Creed smiled at Echidna who blushed, “You’ll see my abilities in due time, my dear. For now, we should call it a day.”


Her leader turned and left the room. Though she couldn’t say for sure, she knew it was safe to say he was on his way to see Train, and make sure Maro hadn’t gotten out of control. The look he held on his face the whole time they were battling was proof enough. She knew he was thinking of Train, and was bored with his battle with her.


It’s like all he thinks about is that damn Cat. I completely see why Shiki and Maro despise him so much. Though she knew it was for different reasons than her own. She just didn’t like the fact that Creed was so enamored with another man, especially when that other man didn’t seem to share his feelings, or even know they existed for that matter. He seems to care about Creed though, but that just makes my blood boil even more.


Sighing sadly, she left the room after Creed. I’ll just catch up to him when he’s done checking up on his precious partner.


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Quick footsteps made their way towards another practice room located on the other side of the endless hall. Well, endless for Creed, visible enough for anyone else in search of Train.


He passed by several other practice room where his other members trained as well as the single room where Leon practiced with cardboard targets. He would have noticed the annoyed look on the boy’s face if he hadn’t been so set on getting to Train. If he knew his Cat well, he’d know Train’s battle would have been the worse one taking place. Not only does Maro not like him, but Train likes messing with him. My Train has the most fun messing with people when they don’t like him. That would only make Maro angrier and Creed couldn’t shake the feeling that Shiki wouldn’t hesitant to join Maro in the man’s battle against Creed’s treasured love.


Creed finally reached his destination and peaked through the viewing window. The room was a complete mess. Walls were torn apart, bits and pieces of paint chips scattered across the floor and boxes where either destroyed or sprawled across the marble surface. Bullet holes could be seen everywhere along with large craters on the walls, ceiling and floor.


A black figure blocked his vision for a moment which he knew belonged to his beloved partner. Train’s back disappeared just a quickly as it had appeared and was replaced with a series of small balls that hit the steal door, creating little dents.


Seeing the look on Maro’s face, Creed had a feeling that Train had tried out his new bullets on his opponent. Maro looked red and the sweat pouring out of his every pore looked like a bad storm was taking place on his whole body - which was a feat in itself for someone as massive as Maro. He smiled at that fact. Train didn’t forget or ignore the present he had given him, his Cat had actually made use of them quicker than he thought he would.


Seeing the coast was clear, he stepped inside the room, hoping to catch the attention of one of the fighters in particular. His wish was granted, and by the very person he hoped it would be. Train had made another leap in the air and was heading right for Creed. He stopped mere inches from the swordsman’s face, allowing him to feel his warm breath against his cheek as he panted tiredly. The feeling of Train’s breath along his skin and gazing into his cat-like eyes, it took all of Creed’s strength to keep from falling apart.


His weakness peaked further as Train grasped him around his back and spun to the side, avoiding another blast from Maro. Train’s back was now pressed against the wall with Creed leaning on his chest. The swordsman had gone completely limp against Train’s body the moment his love wrapped his arm around him. All he could think about how warm and comfortable Train’s body felt against his, losing all self-control.


Train wasn’t completely sure why Creed had buried his face into his chest, nor was he sure why his partner had gripped at his shirt tightly. He knew Creed wasn’t scared, he never got scared. I normally wouldn’t have to rescue the guy, but when I jumped in front of him, he seemed to have a bad case of tunnel vision. I don’t even think he knew Maro was still in the room.


The Black Cat was broken out of his thoughts by Maro’s voice, “Just as I said, you need Creed’s protection.”


Train growled and let go of Creed. “I think it was pretty obvious that I was protecting Creed just now.”


Even though Train had released Creed, the man seemed content on staying put. Looking down at the fair man who held onto his shirt, a little tighter after he let go, Train looked at Creed confused, as he nuzzled his head against the Black Cat’s chest.


“You all right, Creed?” Train asked, a little worried that maybe something was wrong.


Suddenly, Creed stopped, pulled back and freed Train’s shirt. He looked away embarrassed before speaking, “Sorry, Train. I didn’t mean to wrinkle your shirt.”


Train didn’t even notice how wrinkled Creed had made his shirt. In fact, he didn’t give a care about the stupid shirt. His mind was too preoccupied by Creed’s actions. He’d sure been acting funny today, ever since this morning…


He couldn’t figure out why Creed had done that or why it didn’t bother him too much that he did. It made him a little uncomfortable, but not to the point where he’d roughly shove him off.


Not only that, why did he protect Creed that way? I could have just pushed him to the side and jumped away myself, but pulling him away along with me seemed like a better idea at the time. Besides all that, Creed could have always acted in the nick of time to save himself.


He knew that’s what the old him would have done. The Train, Number XIII of Chronos, would have saved his own skin, and left Creed to defend himself. This time, I actually wanted to make sure he got away safely. Hmm, maybe I care about him more than I thought I did…it feels strange, and yet–somehow pleasant at the same time…


Snapping back to reality, Train smoothed out his crumbled shirt, “No problem, Creed. It wasn’t in too good of a shape from the battle anyway.”


That sentence caused Creed to look up and inspect Train more thoroughly. He made a panicked noise as he saw the shape Train was in. His lip had dried blood in the corner, some small cuts along his right arm, accompanied with matching rips on his coat’s sleeve. He looked dusty and his hair was messier than usual.


Creed grasped Train’s chin lightly in order to look over the bruise forming on his cheek. He turned a glare over his shoulder aimed at Maro, “I told you not to get out of hand!”


Maro cocked an eyebrow at him, “Me get out of hand? If you would stop obsessing over you’re beloved partner for a moment, you’d see he’s better off than I am.”


Strengthening his glare a little more before turning back to Train, Creed looked over his cuts and bruises with worried eyes.


Train sighed and rolled his eyes, “I’m fine, Creed. I’ve had worse.” He stopped and gently pulled Creed’s hand away, “I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before.”


Creed smiled, but the worry in his expression was still evident, “I think we’ve had this conversation over a thousand times, but I can’t help it, Train. The idea of you being harmed drives me nuts, and I can’t calm down until I know you’re okay.”


Train actually felt a little flattered at that declaration, but rolled his eyes again anyway. “I was the one to save your ass this time, I think that proves I’m all right. Now step aside so I can finish my fight.”


Creed didn’t move from his position in front of Train, “No, Train. That’s enough. Most of our members are ending their fights and I think you should take a break.”


Train placed his forehead in his hand. He could sense Creed’s mothering persona kicking in again, “We’re almost done here too. I was just about to take him out before you showed up.”


“I think you’ve got it backwards, Kitty.” Maro said from behind Creed, who was actually the only thing separating the two, from ripping each other’s head’s off.


“Then let’s finish this to find out, which of us is right.” Train said and made a dash towards the other Taoist. His movement was stopped, however, by Creed’s arm wrapped around his waist. Creed spun him around once, then stopped with Train leaning forward and Creed pulled slightly back, preventing Train from reaching his opponent.


“No, Train. That’s enough,” Creed repeated in a sterner voice than before. “I want you to take a break and clean up. You’ve proved yourself sufficiently enough for one day. Remember that little partnership thing, where I ‘keep you from doing something too risky and endangering yourself’? Well, I’m currently exercising that right. You’re going too far, Train.”


Train looked over his shoulder at Creed, about to refuse his demand when his eyes met those light blue ones, a slight glint of crimson within them. The look was hard, yet at the same time concerned. Train had been given that stubborn look before, and knew it was impossible to fight against it.


He hung his arms low and bowed his head, exasperated. “All right, fine. If it’ll calm you down we’ll end the fight now, and I‘ll go take a shower.”


Creed smiled and released his hold on Train, against his will of course. Maro growled at the pair, “So just like that, we’re ending the fight? I didn’t know Creed could end a battle you’re having, so quickly.”


“When Creed gets like this, it’s pointless to argue. He won’t take no for an answer, and since we’re partners, its best not to start quarreling in the middle of a mission.” Train said in a nonchalant way, no longer concerned with the Taoist’s words.


The moment Creed heard Train say “we’re partners”, a warm sensation formed in his heart. I’ll never get tired of hearing those words leave his mouth.


Train spun around and patted Creed on the shoulder before he left. Creed mentally swooned at the touch, watching Train leave.


“Seeing as you took my opponent away, I guess I’ll go track Shiki down and check on the progress he’s made. Would you like an update when I hear from him?” Maro asked, brushing himself off and making his way towards the door as well.


Creed nodded, even though he only half heard what Maro said. His mind had already drifted off to the feel of Train’s breath and body, the smell of his shirt and the strength of his arm around him. With all that in mind, he determined it was time to tend to his garden, the flowers needed mending. Besides, his Cat hadn’t received any roses lately.


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Echid na stood there, looking out the large window that allowed a beautiful view of the monumental garden Creed kept in tack. The pale man was currently in the rose section, looking through each red cluster. Every once in a while he would bend down and snip a dead one, or pick one that seemed to be perfect for something. The actress had no doubt that something was Train Heartnet.


The young woman’s heart ached at that idea. She just didn’t understand what was so fascinating about that Cat. What keeps Creed so attached to him? So… fixated on him?


Echidna hated the Black Cat. It didn’t seem to be unusual for a member of the Apostles to dislike him, but honestly, she believed she was the only one that truly hated him. Train just seemed to annoy Shiki and Maro. Emotionally, they were indifferent to him. To them, if Heartnet died–fine, if he lived–whatever, as long as he left them alone. That was the difference between Echidna and everyone else. She honestly despised the Black Cat and wished his existence would end.


Her thoughts ended at the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned her head to see Charden. He smiled politely at the woman then took a spot next to her by the window, looking outside with her.


He smiled knowingly as he spotted Creed, “Why am I not surprised, to find you by the window, watching one of our leaders?”


Echidna looked away from Charden and the window, deciding the floor was much more interesting at the moment.


Charden laughed kindly, “You make it too obvious, my dear.”


Echidna rose her head to look at Charden, before turning her gaze back out the window to Creed, who was now snapping the thorns from his selected roses.


The Blood Taoist looked back at Echidna, with a wondering look on his face, “You are aware that Creed’s infatuation with Train, leaves him, shall we say, unattainable?” He turned his hidden blue eyes back to the man caring for his flowers outside. “He’s practically addicted.”


“I’m very well aware of that fact, thank you.” Echidna said sourly.


There was silence for a moment as they both continued to stare out the window. Echidna was still watching Creed as Charden looked past the man, to his well-kept garden.


“Hard to believe one man did all that.” Charden commented as he eyed each flowery section. It seemed like he had a reserved area for every type of flower.


“He doesn’t have gardeners, he does it all himself.” Echidna answered as if Charden had asked. “Though it seems the rose division is meant solely for Heartnet.”


Charden chose not to comment. It’s not like there was much he could say to ease the woman’s heart. She knew the truth. Though she doesn’t seem to accept it…he added in his mind.


“What keeps Creed so fixated on that man?” Echidna decided to voice her earlier thoughts out loud, since now there someone was there to listen.


Charden merely glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye, “I think you already know the answer to that question, Ms. Parass.”


She turned to Charden fully, and blinked at him. I guess I do… She had wished Train’s existence would end earlier, but then again, she knew if it did, Creed would snap and probably lose his mind all together. She could tell the only thing really keeping Creed calm and thinking even a little level headed, was Train. Whenever Train’s not around, he’s pretty much unapproachable. He snaps at every little thing and threatens to kills us all over the most mundane matters. That Cat keeps him out of trouble, more than he realizes…or perhaps he does realize it, and therefore is afraid of even thinking of the possibility.


If Train never existed or Creed never met him, she couldn’t say what he would be like. As it is, he’s an explosion waiting to happen, but Train is his water that dampens his fuse. Without the water, the fuse would have lit long ago, with the explosion soon after.


Still, that didn‘t really answer her question.


“I know how Creed feels about Train, it’s more obvious than how I feel about Creed, but that doesn’t answer the question as to why Heartnet? True, he does seem to care about Creed, but it’s only at a friendship and partner level. Creed’s feelings for Train go far beyond that.” Echidna said, as she placed her chin on a feminine hand.


“If Creed needed Train to return is feelings, don’t you think he would have forced something on him by now?” Charden folded his arms, “The fact that Creed hasn’t forced Train to do anything against his will, but still keeps him close shows that, as much as Creed may want for Train to feel the same, he‘ll be fine as long as Train’s by his side. I’m not even sure if Creed needs for Train to even care about him. That seems more like an added bonus for the man.”


Echidna was silent for a little longer before repeating the first part of her question, “But why him?”


Charden didn’t skip a beat with his answer, “I may not know the Black Cat well, but chances are he hasn’t had the best start in life. I think it’s also safe to say that Creed’s life was no better. In fact, judging from their personalities, their history is most likely similar.” This time he turned to Echidna fully, “Though honestly, since I don’t know either of their pasts aside from Chronos, I can’t say that this is a true reason. They could be completely different from one another.”


The actress scoffed at that idea, “That’s true. We can’t say that and it leaves my question still unanswered.”


The blonde smiled, “But I still am capable of answering that question. Even if their pasts are completely unrelated, their personalities are the same. You’ve heard Creed’s explanations of Train’s actions and you’ve also heard Train’s explanations on Creed’s. Though Mr. Heartnet may not realize this, they understand each other. They know how the other works and can also relate since they act the same way.”


Echidna was silent at this statement. It was true, both men had often stepped in to defend the others actions, claiming they were just the way they were, or described the reasons for it as if the fact should already be clear to everyone. Even if one didn’t tell the other what they were going to do or why they did it, they would still understand. Neither of the men had to explain their actions to the other because it was already understood. They can even predict each others movements and actions.


Echidna still tried to fight against it, even though she knew it was hopeless. “Fine, I admit they do understand each other, but there have been times when they’ve fought. There were times when Creed has come up with a plan too over the edge or extreme, and Train’s actually smacked him across the head. There’s also been times, when Train did something too risky, dangerous or stupid, and Creed’s had to hit him just as hard. How can you call that ‘working together’?” Echidna froze solid at that last fact. That was what made them work well together.


Seeing the look on his companion’s face, Charden smiled. “Although this has already been established, I think you’re beginning to understand now. They’re just different enough, in order to keep the other safe and on the right track. What one lacks, the other has, and vice versa. They fit together like a key and a lock. Better than any other partnership I’ve seen. They need each other in order to function properly–they compliment each other.”


Echidna forced her head up angrily. “I already knew of Creed’s need for Train. I don’t need to be reminded of it.”


Charden watched the actress for a moment then spoke, “You are also aware that if Train were to suddenly vanish, we’d all be doomed?”


Echidna’s eyes looked exhausted as she nodded. Losing Train now, would have been the worst possible thing for her handsome leader. The Cat had already entered Creed’s life and if he suddenly left or worse, died… she didn’t even want to think about the consequences of that scenario. As much as she wished Train would vanish, she knew it would mean the end of Creed, and most likely, everything surrounding him.


Looking over the evidence, she seemed to be no match for Train. The worse part was she knew it was all true. How could she ever meet those standards when she hadn’t even known Creed nearly as long as Train had? Let alone, really spent any time with him.


“Still…” She said, unwilling to give up.


“Still nothing, Ms. Parass. You need to realize this is a lost cause.” A voice from the doorway caught both Taoists at the window’s attention.


Doctor stood there, smiling jarringly at the actress. “Creed’s feelings for Mr. Heartnet are impassable, nearly unimaginable. I haven’t known our leader much longer than you have, but from everything I have seen of him, I can tell the only person he sees as worthwhile–is Train. His actions and words towards the Black Cat are completely different from any he gives to others. The only kindness I’ve seen leave that man has been directed at Train.”


“That’s not true,” Echidna protested. “He’s been kind towards me. I haven’t had any ill confrontations with him yet.”


“You haven’t had any ‘ill confrontations’ with him yet because you haven’t ‘disrespected’ him or Train. The fact that you care for Creed has kept you in a safe place. I know this because it’s the same with me. Even when Train had prevented us from obtaining nanomachine information, I kept my mouth shut, therefore saving my own skin. Though I wasn’t doing it out of concern for Creed, I was doing it out of concern for myself.” Echidna’s look still seemed stubborn, so Doctor continued, “The reason you don’t insult Train to Creed’s face is because you know Creed’s feelings towards him and what would happen if you did, am I right?”


Echidna’s silence was his answer. Fixing his glasses, he decided to answer the first part of her statement, “As for him being kind towards you, that charm you adore so much is only a façade. He needs you in order to achieve his goal, so he can‘t afford to lose you. Had it not been for that, I‘m pretty sure he wouldn’t care about you’re outcome.” He shrugged, “Besides, I’m sure most of that kindness is brought on by the fact that Train is near him. You’ve seen him when Train’s not around.”


That argument really hurt her, mostly because it was true. She didn’t want to admit it, but Creed’s actions during their training session said just that. When she first showed him her powers, he had said that would become quite useful in the future. It made her happy to hear Creed say that, but now she understood why. Yes, her ability was going to be put to good use, but their use was going to be for Train. He didn’t seem very impressed by them while battling me. His eyes looked like he thought they could come in handy and nothing more.


It was far different than when he watched Train in action. Train’s abilities gave Creed an awed look. A look that showed he admired and looked up to Train to the point of complete adoration. When Echidna had first witnessed a sparing match between Train and Creed, the swordsman was about the happiest she had ever seen him.


“I don’t think I need to say this, but Creed’s need for you is far different from his need for Train.” Doctor just wouldn’t stop with the emotional abuse pointedly at Echidna. “Frankly, I think we all need Heartnet here. If he wasn’t, could you even imagine the havoc Creed would be causing right now?”


Doctor was just repeating Charden’s words, and what Echidna had already told herself. Yet hearing it coming from someone else made it sting even more. If it was just in her own mind, she could caulk it up to her overactive imagination and worry. The fact that another person, actually, two other people, held the same ideas made her own accurate.


She looked to Charden as if asking if there was anything she could do. She really didn’t want to just give up. Charden tried to give her a comforting smile, “I’m sorry, but Doctor is right. This is a lost cause. You may not be able to stop your feelings, but you also can’t stop or change his.”


She looked back out the window to the now vacant garden where Creed once was. It was needless to say that he was on a hunt for his treasure.


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Cre ed walked through the hall of his mansion in the direction of Train’s room, holding a single rose. He had picked many for his beloved, but decided it was better to leave them in a vase located in the man’s room. This rose was the best he could find, which he wanted to give to Train personally. Creed had set the rest aside for now and would surprise Train with them later.


He finally reached his destination, about the knock when he heard noises erupting from inside. At first they were too muffle to be make out clearly, but they got louder the longer Creed stood there trying to decipher the sounds. He knew one voice to be Train’s, he’d know it anywhere, but the other was more feminine, more squeaky, more… annoying.


The word annoying was a smack in the face to the most obvious owner of the voice. Not even bothering to knock now, he slammed the door open to see Train standing at one end of his bed, hair still wet with a towel wrapped around his waist. As Creed laid eyes on him, his heart stopped and the warmth he felt from this morning returned again. Not only was Train still wet, but the only thing he had on was a towel. I need to stop staring. I need to gain control of my emotions before I do something stupid.


Shaking his head, Creed forced himself to look at Train’s arm instead, which was pointed up. He held Hades which was aimed upward in the direction of Kyoko, but not directed to a vital spot. Just shoot her and get it over with, Train! Creed glowered at Kyoko, who was standing at the opposite end of the bed with a pouting look on her face.


“Kuro-sama, just let me dry your hair. I won’t touch anywhere else, I promise,” Kyoko pleaded at the shirtless man.


Creed’s fingers tightened around the rose he was holding. Apparently, neither of them had noticed his entrance. Kyoko was too busy ogling Train and Train was to busy keeping Kyoko away from him. She’s keeping Train’s attention off me and on her. To top it off, she’s flirting with him! If I slashed her with my sword now, Train would notice. She’ll have to die another time. She wasn’t very useful anyway.


“A promise from you is about as safe as a promise from Shiki that he won’t kill me.” Train retorted, Hades still aimed at the girl.


Kyoko tried to look seductive at Train, “Come on, Kuro-sama. I won’t bite.”


“Another lie!” Train answered and jumped backwards as Kyoko made a leap towards him.


Train’s movements were limited due to his towel which gave the teen the chance to grab him in a tight hug.


“That’s mean! You know I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to!”


“If that were the truth, then you would have left him alone by now!” Creed growled, unable to keep his mouth shut any longer. The rose he was holding had already turned into petal fragments on the carpet.


This caught both Train and Kyoko’s attention. Train looked relieved as Kyoko looked scared and defeated. She always knew that once Creed entered the scene, her fun with her precious Kuro-sama was over. If she let it continue, her life was in danger.


Creed narrowed his eyes at the girl, “Go find Charden or something, and leave Train alone.”


Releasing her tight hold on Train, she slinked away quickly, making sure not to touch Creed on her way out, since he wouldn’t move aside for her. Finding Charden sounded like a good idea right about now. He always seemed to be able to make her feel better just by listening to her complaints.


As the door shut behind her, Creed gave it one last angry look before turning back to Train and feeling the warmth return once more. He was prepared for it now, so he didn’t have to worry about keeping his actions in check.


He smiled at Train, assuring him the girl was gone. The gunman sighed in relief before standing up straight and running his fingers through his wet, brown hair. He looked to the ground at Creed’s feet and saw the red shreds that once made a beautiful flower.


Looking back up at Creed, he asked, “Roses?”


Creed nodded sadly, “Well, once a rose. Now, no more.”


Glancing back at the petals once more, he cocked an eyebrow at Creed. “Why did you have a rose?”


The swordsman titled his head to the side and gave Train that smile he could never make sense of until recently, “I spotted it as I was tending to my garden and thought it would be perfect for you. I haven’t given you any lately.”


He was used to receiving flowers from his partner often, but he didn’t notice until now that it had stopped for quite some time. Well, quite some time in Creed land. For anyone normal, it’s still often.


Train suddenly thought of something. It had been bugging him for awhile, “Where exactly do you get all these roses from? You seem to pull them out of thin air.”


Creed laughed at Train’s naivety, “My garden, Train. I thought you were aware I had one.”


Train scratched his head in thought, “Guess I had an idea, I just never really thought about it. I’ve never seen it before.”


Smiling genially, Creed offered, “Would you like to see it now? I just finished fixing it up, so I don’t mind in the least showing it to you.”


The toweled man pondered that for a moment before answering, “That sounds fair. I’d really like to see the source of all these flowers.”


It was then he realized how cold he was. He looked down and remembered he was only wearing a towel. He glanced up at Creed who looked away, seeming to make the same notice at the same time as Train. The Black Cat’s face turned a bright red. Crap, I’ve been half naked during this whole conversation! What’s wrong with me?!


“Uhhh, I think I should get dressed first.” Train said, embarrassed.


Creed nodded in return, glancing quickly at Train before blushing and looking away again. Train just assumed his partner was as embarrassed just as he was. Grabbing the towel before it could fall, Train jump over his bed, landing in front of his closet door and stepping inside.


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It ’s nice outside. Train noted as he stepped into the garden Creed had led him to. The temperature was perfect. Not too hot, but at the same there was a gentle, warm breeze brushing past them. The sun was at the perfect angle to be able to bask in its glory, without worrying about getting overly hot. It was almost as nice as his roof. I might come here every once in a while too.


He looked over at Creed who was walking through the garden, gesturing for Train to follow, “I have a special section for my roses, all red. They are my favorite, after all. I have more of them than any other.”


“Why do you like red roses so much?” Train had wondered that ever since he first realized it was the only flower he ever gave Train.


“A rose has the power to put a smile on anyone’s face. It’s a heartwarming gesture that shows a person’s true feelings.” Creed explained, still walking forward. “The color red has so many meanings behind it. Power, passion, beauty… love. All four of these small words join together in a single color to portray an even stronger meaning than the words alone.”


Train was slightly moved by Creed’s words. They were actually quite beautiful. But what does he mean by, ‘true feelings’? He already knew Creed cared about him, but did he mean something else?


Forcing himself to ignore that curiosity, he continued to follow Creed. As they rounded a corner and walked up a small hill, Train gawked at yards of red he saw. It seemed to go on forever. Well, now I no longer have to wonder where he gets all these flowers from. The only parting was in the middle, where a gazebo stood with long benches aligning the inside and surrounding a table. Small pillows were placed in each corner.


Creed stood outside the edge of his private garden, with Train close behind. Train decided not to follow as Creed made his way into the masses of red roses. The sliver haired man stopped near a couple feet ahead before bending down and inspecting a rose on the ground.


As he watched Creed, he thought this was the best time to ask another question he’d been thinking over for a long time. “Why do you give me roses?”


“Do you not like them, Train?” Creed asked, still viewing his flowers from a closer location.


Train thought that over for a moment. Originally, he saw them as nothing more than a nuisance. When Creed would give him any, he’d just discard them and move on. But now… Now, I keep them. Even though I usually just leave them to the side, not even putting them in water.


He figured since he and Creed had become closer, it was the right thing to do. Plus we’re living in the same house together, if he started noticing discarded flowers everywhere, he’d probably be hurt. Keeping them was the least he could do, after everything Creed had done for him.


“I know what you use to do with them. I figured that out after we started our group.” Creed said from his kneeled position on the ground. Train noted the hurt in his voice. “But I’ve also noticed how you’ve started to keep them. That really does make me happy.”


“I may keep them, but I certainly don’t take care of them. I usually just leave them on my dresser.”


Creed laughed, “I know that, Train, but I also know you don’t know how to take care of them.” He smiled over at Train, “Maybe I’ll show you how sometime.”


Train folded his arms, “I can’t really say I’d take care of them even if I knew how. You don’t find it strange to give another man a flower?”


That thought never even crossed Creed’s mind. He had always only given them to Train. Giving something like a rose to Train didn’t strike Creed as strange at all. Only something that beautiful could even remotely depict my feelings for him. Though, even that’s not enough… The beauty of a thousand roses, couldn’t reach the same level as my love for Train.


“I made this section of my garden, especially for you. What do you think?”


Train felt his face redden slightly at that statement. Creed had gone out of his way yet again for Train, even though Creed did enjoy taking care of flowers. “But… why?” He couldn’t help but asking.


“Don’t the roses make you feel special? Like there’s someone that cares about you?” Creed explained dreamily, turning back to his flowers. “Don’t they make you smile, even a little?”


He looked past Creed to the red garden that surrounded him. Actually… that’s true. It does make me a little happy when I’m surprised with a rose on my bed. It might have been a little weird before, but it did give Train that feeling that someone cared and was thinking about him.


“What is it about a rose, which makes someone feel so loved?” Creed continued in a hushed voice, but loud enough for Train to hear. “It’s not the smell, or the color, but the gesture itself. Just the fact, that you are receiving something so beautiful from someone else, is what makes you smile.”


Train looked over at his partner as he spoke. The sun was shining off his sliver hair, creating a glowing outline around his head. The shadow contrasted by the sun on Creed‘s face made him look unearthly and his normally pale skin seemed slightly tan with a picturesque hint to it. The peaceful smile planted on his smooth face gave Train a calming sense.


Creed picked a rose from the ground and stood, eyeing red petals in his hand. His azure eyes glistened brightly, holding a blissful look to them as he spoke softly, “Amazing how a simple scarlet flower can hold so many feelings, so much meaning, without ever saying a word.”


He walked over to Train and handed him the rose just plucked from the ground. The glow that was circling Creed’s head before now seemed to incase his entire body as the sun beamed strongly behind him.


Creed looked into Train’s eyes heartily, causing a small feeling of warmth, to form in the Cat’s chest. “From the destruction of a secret organization, to a simple red rose, anything that makes you smile, Train, is worth it.”


Train eyed the rose he was a just given for a moment before looking back up at the atheistic aura surrounding Creed. As his thin lips curved into a heartfelt smile, Train couldn’t prevent his own from turning into one as equally heartfelt.


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Th e room was silent, as always. Just the way Sephiria preferred it when mediating. It had been quite some time since Train and Creed had abandoned Chronos, and a new number XIII had already been picked out. He was coming along quite well too. His loyalty and skills were definitely something to be admired.


Still, Sephiria couldn’t keep herself at ease. It had been a very long time since the disappearance of the former number XIII and his partner. Too long, thought Sephiria. The fact that her former comrades had been so quiet for so long, was indeed something to be concerned with. They can’t be underestimated.


“Any news, Belze?” Asked the young woman without turning around to see who was standing quietly at the door.


“None yet. There hasn’t been a single trace of Train Heartnet or Creed Diskenth,” Belze said, keeping his position at the door. “Are you sure they’d be together? Heartnet was never very keen on Diskenth.”


“I’m sure of it. Train’s departure was also Creed’s. He also aided Train in his escape, going so far as to fight you.” Sephiria said, not moving from her position either. “Besides, do you honestly think Diskenth would leave the Black Cat to venture around on his own, knowing Chronos would be after him?”


Belze knew Sephiria was right, as usual. Even if Train had refused Creed, the swordsman would just follow Train wherever he went and the Cat would be stuck with him. Just as he was in Chronos.


“I’m sure if we find one, we will find the other. This may sound strange, but I believe they’re working together.” Though Sephiria was facing away from him, she could tell Belze was looking at her confused. “You know Train’s style almost as well as I do. He’s not the type to stay silent for this long. If he were alone, he would have already burst back into headquarters, killing anyone that got in his way of killing me.”


That thought upset Sephiria a bit. When Belze had told her everything Train said before leaving with Creed, she was more than a little baffled. I still can’t figure out why he was after me and what he meant by killing innocent people. Sephiria wasn’t the type to go around killing any bystander. The only ones in danger where those who got in the way of Chronos. Those people are not innocent. What was he talking about?


Ignoring the thought for now, Sephiria continued, “This secrecy they seem to be having is definitely Creed’s style. One of the reasons we paired them together was that Creed was a little more patient and actually formed plans, whereas Train would jump right into things and take them as they came. I’m positive this silence, is just the calm before the storm.” Sephiria sighed quietly, “The fact that we can’t find either of them only proves my theory to be true.”


“And the way they departed, it’s safe to say they’ll be back. Heartnet’s actions seemed to be that of revenge. Against what, I can’t say, but as I told you, it seemed to involve you quite a bit,” Belze said from behind Number I.


“That question can only be answered once we find them. However, we must find them before they strike. We can’t risk having our opponents attack first. Especially when it’s opponents like them.” Sephiria placed her hands on her knees and looked at the ground in thought, “Heartnet never admitted this, but they made a powerful team. Contrasting fighting techniques combined with similar personalities and thinking patterns makes a pair to be reckoned with. We can be sure when we do meet, it’ll be the battle of the century.”


Belze couldn’t help but be concerned for his leader. She was still young, yet she had to carry the weight of Chronos and all its problems on her shoulders. That’s why Belze always stuck so close to her. He knew it was a tough job and wanted to make sure she had at least a little help. Even if she never really accepts it, I like to believe I’ve eased her burden a little. He valued Chronos just as much as Sephiria did, so he didn’t want to see her, or Chronos fail. Sometimes she’s too strong and prideful for her own good.


“Do you have any idea, what I could have done to make Heartnet betray us in such a fashion?”


Sephiria sounded weary as she spoke. She always seemed to care about Train. Maybe it was because he was so young when he first entered Chronos and she didn’t want him straying to the wrong path. Belze didn’t really think Sephiria had feelings for Train, just that she cared about him. Despite what many might think, she did have a conscious.


“I can assure you, there’s nothing that you did wrong. Those two have always been hard to control and I can’t say they would have stayed much longer anyway.” Belze said in attempt to comfort the woman.


Sephiria was quiet as she spoke to herself, “Maybe I made the wrong choice…”


He looked over at the young blonde before speaking again, “Sephiria, are you sure you’re all right?”


Sephiria turned her head and smiled weakly, “I’m fine, Belze. This is the job of a Number.” She turned back around, taking the same position she had, when Belze first entered. “Please contact me the moment to hear anything about either of the two. I’ll be waiting for your reply.”


Number II nodded and began to exit the room before Sephiria’s voice stopped him. “And Belze, thank you for your concern.”