Black Cat Fan Fiction ❯ A Different Fate ❯ Trusting Hearts, Guilty Conscious ( Chapter 11 )

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

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Creed had once again summoned his Stars in the meeting room. The past couple weeks had been dedicated to sharpening their skills further, and he was confident his group was now in complete control of their abilities. Perfect timing too, Maro and Shiki have also reported that they’ve found the best time to make our first strike against Chronos.


It was excellent news for everyone, for Creed could tell most of his comrades were getting restless with their constant training and of course he didn’t want to make his Cat wait any longer. I gathered everything so quickly for him, but I did have to slow down to form the plans and make sure everything was correct and in its place.


He had apologized to Train countless times for the long wait, but the response was always the same: Train always said it was okay and to stop apologizing. He’d even add that he understood Creed had rushed things in his favor, so he’d give him the time he needed to catch up with his plans; he didn’t really mind the wait. Then there was always the playful side-response that if Creed had continued to move as fast as he had, the swordsman would lose what was left of his sanity.


Creed chuckled to himself at that last thought. Train scolding him that him moving too fast was like Maro eating healthy: It just didn’t go together.


The Black Cat was the type to procrastinate something he didn’t want to do, and rush through something he was dead set on achieving. Since Creed knew this was something Train had promised himself and was dead set on doing, it was really strange for him to slow it down for the sake of Creed’s sanity. Or the fact that he’s okay with the wait. Sometimes, I think he’s just like a little kid. He wants what he wants, and he wants it now! But this time…


Well, in all essence, Creed was no different. His feelings for Train were proof of that. Even though Creed was happy with Train just being near him, that didn’t change the fact that he wanted him as more, and would do anything to have him. To have him, as much more than what he already is…


Still, the fact that Train was admitting he understood something about Creed and thinking of his wellbeing, meant the world to him, and showed he was making considerable progress. He didn’t want to jinx it, but it seemed as though Train was warming up to him each day. His Cat had even admitted that practicing with Creed, was when he had the most fun.


That’s when Creed noticed Train still wasn’t there. Normally, he would have told his partner the news first, but his beloved was fighting with Durham once again. They had more training sessions together than he and Train had. Creed would have been jealous if it wasn’t for the fact, that Train was very annoyed with the constant challenges. Durham just couldn’t accept his redundant defeats, and would set up a rematch with the Black Cat the minute he lost.


Train kept complaining about how dull the fights were. Originally, he thought fighting another gunman would be fun, but after seeing that Durham mainly boasted about his own abilities without much to back them up, the ex-Number XIII quickly got tired of him. He wasn’t all bark and no bite though; both Creed and Train knew he was good, hence the reason he was in the group. Just against Train–there was no chance in Hell.


As if in reference to his thoughts, it was that moment that Train came walking through the door, a little more scratched up than the other times he fought Durham, with said man following behind, looking even worse for wear.


“Gotta admit, you’re getting better, Beak-Boy. That battle lasted a WHOLE half hour!” Train said with a trace of sarcasm, as if he were trying to tell a child he did a good job.


Durham growled, “Call me that name one more time, Cat, and I’ll shoot you a new one.”


Train laughed, “I believe that’s what you said, the first time you challenged me.”


Creed smiled as Train took a seat next to him in the swivel chair by the desk he sat at.


Durham took a seat in the corner, opposite Train, “You can rest assured that promise will be fulfilled next time. I will prove I’m the best gunman around.”
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“You say that so often, yet I’ve seen nothing to back those words up.” Train said as he leaned his elbow on the chair’s arm. His love’s eyes skimmed through the series of paper’s scattered across the dark surface before asking, “What’s all this?”

“The reason I called this meeting, Train.” Creed said as he noted the dirt smeared across Train’s face. Durham had said they should fight outside this time, claiming it’d be a better environment for him.


The swordsman took a small handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away any dirt he could. Train jumped slightly as he eyes went from the notes and pictures, to Creed’s hand cleaning his face. He gave the ashen man a sore look, but didn’t push him away. He had gotten used to Creed’s overbearing persona long ago, and had begun to accept it now. A small part of him enjoyed the attention, even though it still annoyed him a little.


At least he’s not obsessing over the small cuts. He seems to realize that my fights with Durham are nothing serious. Either that, or Creed just hasn’t noticed them yet, which I doubt.


Once Creed was done tidying up Train’s face, he threw the piece of cloth with a perfect shot, into a nearby basket, before turning back to the conglomeration of paperwork on the table. “As you know, Shiki and Maro have been gathering any new information they could find on the happenings of Chronos, and I think you’ll be quite happy with the results. All of you will be.”


Creed stood, addressing the entire group now, noting how Shiki and Maro were smiling sinisterly. He matched their smile as he spoke, “We’ve found the perfect opportunity to strike our first full-scale attack.”


“It’s about time!” Train said with enthusiasm, ignoring Kyoko as she hoorayed loudly in the background. “That means that we’ll get a chance to try our new skills against them, right?”


The swordsman nodded, “Not only that, it seems that Chronos is still unaware of our location. I’ve had reports that they’ve been searching for us, Train, but had no luck. Glad now that I picked such a secluded spot?”


“Well, at first I thought it was a bit out of the way, but as more time passed by, I began to trust your choice.”


Shiki stepped forward from his position on the wall next to Maro. “Aren’t you going to tell him the other news? I think he’d want to hear it.”


Creed turned to Shiki, giving him a look that told him to keep his mouth closed. The moment he had heard this news, he had wanted to go straight to Train so he could vent, but he also didn’t want to make Train upset. In all actuality, it won’t make him upset–just curious.


His partner raised his brow at Creed. “What is it?”


Creed eyed his partner for a moment, before deciding this was probably the best time to tell him anyway. “It seems Chronos has a new Number XIII. We’re not positive on this, but I believe it’s a safe assumption.”


The Black Cat was silent for a bit, when a crooked smile crept across his lips, “Oh really? Well, they do always have someone else ready, just in case. Can’t wait to meet the newbie.”


A small laugh left Creed’s mouth when he saw Train’s expression. Just as expected, Train was looking forward to meeting his replacement. Creed was a little angry at the news of a new XIII. How could they replace Train? I know they have to, but do they honestly think they can ever get anyone as good as Train? Who else could they find that would match my Cat’s eminence? None could ever compare to the Black Cat…


But then, that was also the very reason Creed wanted to meet this new Number as well. He wanted to see what trash they actually thought could equal up to the legendary Black Cat. He wanted to see, if this person was even worthy of cleaning Train’s laundry.


“Do you know anything else about him?” Train asked as he kicked his feet up onto the table.


“The only information we have so far is that it’s a man. Other than that–” Creed stopped in mid sentence, as he looked at Train’s shoes on the tabletop. The moment his heels hit the surface, some dirt had fallen off and scattered across the papers covering it. Then Creed looked down to the route Train had taken to get to the table, noting the dirt, mud and grass he had tracked all the way there.


Creed went over to his partner, pushing his feet off the table. Train looked at him annoyed, shouting out. “What was that for?!”


“You didn’t wipe your feet before you came back in!” Creed said as he tried to clean the mud from his precious pictures and hard-earned notes.


The dark haired man looked at the table Creed was so desperately trying to clean, then to the floor he had just spread mud all over. He glanced at Creed and answered in a nonchalant way, “No, I guess I didn’t.”


Creed frowned at a certain important note, before looking back down at Train’s shoes. He fell to his knees and started to untie them. “Take your shoes off before you track anymore dirt.”


Train tossed his feet in the air, away from his partner’s prying hands. “What are you getting so worked up about?”


“You know I hate dirt, Train. That’s why I’ve told you over and over again, to wipe your feet off before you come back in the house. Now you’ve tracked dirt everywhere and gotten it all over my work.”


Creed made another grab for Train’s feet, but the Cat merely spun around in his chair, avoiding the motion, “It’s not like you’re the one that does the cleaning.”


“But the fact that you got dirt everywhere, especially on my notes, means we have to get your shoes off and cleaned. I don’t want you ruining anything else. They might leave stains on the carpet now.”


Creed grasped Train around the leg and started to remove his shoe again. Train pulled his leg away, spinning the chair back to its original position.


“Come on, Train. Just take them off and I’ll put them to the side to be cleaned. You have another pair you can wear.” Creed pleaded.


“But I like these.” Train said as he admired his shoes, like a small boy admiring a new toy car. His shoes really weren’t the reason, he was just having fun annoying Creed. When his partner got like this, Train always just enjoyed just playing around with him.


Creed narrowed his eyes and jumped at Train’s feet again. This time, he gripped his legs tightly enough so Train couldn’t pull free. The Cat still tried to move, but only wound up falling to the floor, giving Creed the chance to get one shoe off.


“Stop kicking, Train! Just let me take the other one off. It won’t take long for them to clean it and I don’t want you tracking mud all over the place.” Creed said as he began to undo the other one.


“Not a chance in Hell!” Train replied defiantly, still kicking his feet. It was rather a useless gesture, since the man was still able to get the shoe off without much of a hassle.


Catching his breath, Creed picked both shoes off the floor and placed them in the same basket he threw his handkerchief in. Train narrowed his eyes first at Creed, then at the basket. “That looks more like a trash can to me.” he said in pretend anger. He just loved messing with Creed.


The sliver haired man chided the man’s comment, “It’s not a trash can, Train. Trash cans aren’t this decorative. Didn’t you notice the designs?”


Train eyed the basket a little more thoroughly this time, “The shape’s all that really matters, to me. I don’t care what the designs on it look like. If it’s shaped like a trash can, then I’ll treat it like a trash can.”


Creed frowned at Train’s lack of knowledge, “There’s a difference between trash cans and baskets. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t confuse the two. It would cause fewer problems.”


Train shrugged his shoulders, making Creed sigh exasperatingly, “Why do you do that to me?”


Train smiled starting to stand up, “Because–I enjoy it.”


Creed made his way over to help his Cat, examining him thoroughly with his eyes, to make sure he didn’t hurt himself in the fall.


The gunman rolled his eyes, as Creed brushed off his jacket, “What are you, my mother?” He commented as he pulled his arm free.


“More like lover. You two fight like an old married couple.” Shiki noted with sarcasm and annoyance in his voice.


That was when Creed and Train took notice to everyone else in the room, watching the scene take place, having forgotten they were even there. Charden and Doctor had a look of amusement on their faces, and Eathes and Kyoko actually laughed. Leon worked hard to pretend he wasn’t even paying attention, while Echidna actually seemed as though her eyes were on fire. Predictably, Shiki and Maro looked like they wished, they had never seen what had happened. Both their faces were contorted in total discomfort.


Creed ignored all the looks, in favor of taking the basket containing Train’s shoes and the handkerchief out of the room. “We’ll discuss our plans when I get back. We might have to move to another room, since this one is in a mess now.”


“Oh, would you just get over it?” Train said as he flicked a piece of scrap paper at him.


Creed dodged the supposed weapon nimbly and left the room. Train continued flipping through his friend’s scattered notes and pictures. He didn’t really read any of the man’s scribbling, since he knew his partner would just explain it to him anyway. To read them would have been a complete waste of time.


The pictures were mostly of Chronos Headquarters, and a large building Train had never seen. Is that where we’re making our move? Again, Train shifted the thought to the back of his head the minute it entered. Creed would explain it all when he got back, so he didn’t feel like racking is brain over anything as of yet.


Train suddenly felt the presence of someone behind him, eyeing his back. He sighed as he knew who it was, “Is there something you want, Kyoko?”


She didn’t say a word and instead walked to the other side of the table. Sitting on the chair adjacent from Train, she put her elbows on the top, squinting her eyes at him.


After several moments of her irritating stare, Train placed his head on his hand, leaning his elbow on the table as well, looking straight at her. “What?”


“Kuro-sama, do you…have a romantic relationship with Diskenth-sama?”


Train’s face fell forward as he elbow slid to the side, causing several pieces of paper to fall to the ground. His face was bright red, as he turned to the girl.


“WHAT?!” He asked again in an angrier, dumbfounded voice.


“Well, you’re always around Creed. You guys do everything together, and get along so well. You also seem to talk about everything with each other, and you even talk and treat each other, differently than you do everyone else. It’s almost as if you really only care about each other.” Kyoko then pouted and crossed her arms, “And I know I’m a cute girl, and I’m always throwing myself at you, yet you constantly reject me. What other explanation could there be, other than that you’re already in a relationship?”


“Did you ever consider the fact–that you just annoy the hell outta me?!” Train shouted back, his anger and embarrassment still making his face red.


“That doesn’t make what she said, not true.” Shiki stated, seeming to enjoy the Black Cat’s discomfiture.


“Plus, you guys seemed like you were flirting just now. You’ve never act like that, when I try to play with you.” Kyoko said, still slightly upset.


“One, ‘a-nnoy-ance’. Two, we were not flirting! I know the guy’s a neat-freak, and I just have fun messing with him, that’s all.” Train said defensively.


“Isn’t that a form of flirting?” Charden asked with a coy smile planted across his lips.


Train growled at that comment, “Not you, too…this is revenge for me pushing Kyoko on you, isn’t it?”

Kyoko spoke again, choosing to ignore that last part. “Even if you weren’t flirting, you guys are still around each other 24/7, and talk about everything it seems. I don’t think there are any secrets between you two.”


Train slammed a fist on the table, making more pictures and notes jump in the air. “We are not around each other, 24/7; we would drive each other crazy if that was true. We talk about everything, because we’re friends and we’re partners. That’s what partners do. We can’t keep secrets from each other. It would decrease our trust factor, and mess up our skills and performance in battle.”


“…but you two are still closer, than any partners I’ve ever seen. I wonder why that is?” Echidna said from the window side.


Train stared forward for several seconds, trying to think of a reasonable explanation. There really wasn’t any other, than he just liked hanging out with Creed. He had found the man much more interesting, than when had first met him. In the time they had spent together, he had never known they had had so much in common. Not just fighting knowledge and skills, but they had the same sense of humor and personality.


Even their thoughts on life were similar, Creed’s were a bit more extreme to say the least, but Train could understand where he was coming from. They both had had harsh backgrounds, leaving both of them hardened, experienced, and streetwise.


Saya had helped Train to see the world as a better place. Creed never had such a person, and so he couldn’t blame him for seeing it the way he did. He could easily understand where the man’s ideals were coming from. Besides, he could tell that him just being around made Creed happy, and less violent towards everything and everyone around him. As long as he isn’t hurting anyone pointlessly, isn’t the fact that he’s happy all that really matters?


He could tell Creed was lonely just by talking with him, and also by the fact that he clung to Train so tightly. He could understand that. He was once lonely too, until he met Saya. She was his first real friend. When Saya died, Creed was the one that was there for him, and kept him from going back into his loneliness. Train seemed to do the same thing for him. He always seems to only be comfortable around me. I was told by other members of Chronos, that Creed was a psychotic mess when I wasn’t around. But he’s a totally different person when I am there.


That’s when Train knew his answer. Just like he had been with Saya, Creed and Train were two forlorn people, who happened to just find each other at the right time.


“Creed is nothing more…than my best friend.” Train said, resolved.


As if on cue, Creed came back with a look on his face Train couldn’t quite make sense out of. He looked happy, but at the same time saddened about something. The swordsman smiled weakly at Train, before bending down to pick up any pictures and notes he could, seeming as if not wanting to make eye contact with Train.


For some reason, the Cat felt a little guilty. It was as if something he said had upset Creed. Not that he’s completely upset. There was some sincerity behind that smile. It’s more like he’s hurt, but used to the pain. Did I say something to hurt him? He didn’t want to hurt Creed, but again, he wasn’t sure what he had done. Frowning down at his partner, he decided to help, considering he was the one to knock most of his papers down.


Creed raised his head up to meet Train’s, actually looking into his eyes. “Thank you, Train.”


Train shrugged his shoulders and smiled, “It’s no problem. I was the one who did a lot of this anyway, my fault.”


The pale man smiled into Train’s eyes, causing that warm feeling to spring in his heart once again. Though it was never really that strong, Train had noticed it happening a bit more lately. It didn’t feel bad or weird or anything, it actually felt nice and made him happy. And it happens only around Creed though, hmm…I don’t understand it, but whatever. It doesn’t matter as long as the system worked. Train pushed the thought aside. He wasn’t going to obsess over it.


Both men dropped what they picked up on the table and Creed gave Kyoko a glance. Knowing that look all too well, Kyoko moved back over to Charden.


“Where’d you put my shoes?” Train asked knowingly.


Creed just smiled craftily, “You’ll see them eventually, Train.”


Train pointed an accusing finger at Creed, “I knew it! That was a trash can!”


The pale man turned his smile into an ominous one, “Only time will tell, won’t it?”


Creed knew Train was trying to mess with him again, so he’d decided to go along with it this time.


Durham ended Creed’s good time, speaking with a frustrated tone. “Moving on…What was this about a ‘strike against Chronos’?”


Though slightly irritated that he had been interrupted, Creed turned to address his entire group, who all seemed slightly put off by the little “flirting” session he and Train just had. I’ll continue to call it that, since that’s what I was doing.


Creed spoke aloud, “Soon, there is to be a World Summit.”


“A ‘World Summit’?” Train repeated from behind him.


Creed glanced over his shoulder at his beloved, “Yes, a World Summit. You know…a gathering of world leaders? United Nations? Ringing a bell?”


“Hm, seems to be a good time. Many VIPs attend those summits. Important people, who are part of, and protected by, Chronos.” Charden said, smiling in approval.


“Exactly, and I can assure you all, that several important members of Chronos will be there. This is the perfect moment to make our first move.” Creed said with intent.


“…What about Sephiria? Will she be there?”


Creed turned around and saw his love’s head bowed slightly, a dark shadow crossing over his handsome features. He had a feeling Train would ask that question. He had checked multiple times, but the resulting answer was always, “No.”


Train clenched his fists in anger. Creed grasped his shoulder to calm him before continuing, “I haven’t seen her assigned to make an appearance, but you can’t be certain that she won’t be there. You know that when Number I attends these kinds of things, she keeps herself hidden, and no one except for a select few know she’s even there.”


Seeing Train perk up a bit, he finished his reasoning, “Besides, as I said before, she’s been looking for us, but to no avail. You can’t honestly think that she’ll just stay put, the moment she hears what we’re doing. That’s also another reason I decided, this was the perfect moment.”


His Cat looked up at him, before smiling thankfully. Creed felt his stomach sink a little. I don’t deserve to see that smile. I’ve been lying to him. I’m the one he really wants to kill.


Creed could feel the guilt eating at him, he knew all too well what he was doing was wrong, but he was just so scared to tell Train the truth. He knew if Train ever found out, he’d leave him, and even become his enemy. Creed couldn’t live without Train. I just can’t! He could take Train’s hatred despite the pain, but he couldn’t take Train not being there. Not being able to see Train everyday, not being able to hear him or talk to him, not being able to touch him. That would be too much…


He still didn’t regret killing Saya though, he never would. If he hadn’t, he never would have become so close to Train. He never would have gotten Train to even acknowledge him as a partner, let alone call him his best friend. He regretted the pain caused and the dishonesty, but not the witch’s death. He was glad she was dead.


It’s not like Sephiria’s life mattered to him anyway. Creed didn’t care at all whether Sephiria lived or died. If Train wanted her dead, all right. If he decided to let her life, that’s fine too, Creed would do whatever Train wanted to do and go wherever he wanted to go.


Still, I can’t stop this aching pain in my heart. This numbing guilt I feel. I also can’t tell anyone about it, otherwise I’ll lose Train forever. I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. Creed would keep the same resolve he had the night he helped Train bury the wretched woman. He would stay with Train and help him in any way he could. No matter what the cost, Creed would help ease Train’s pain. Even if it means tearing my own heart out and nailing it to the wall, I’ll do it, just to see him smile.


“So you can’t say for sure if any Number will be there then?” Train asked, shaking off his earlier anger.


“No, I can’t say it’s a definite, but I’m confident in saying that once they find out it’s us causing havoc, they’ll come running.”


Train smiled deviously, “That means the new XIII might show up as well.”


Creed smiled with him, “I think Chronos would want to see the two XIIIs in what they believe, will be a battle royale.”


“When and where does this event take place?” Charden asked, folding his arms across his chest.


“Five days from now, in Sangeles City. We’re already equipped to handle it, so there’s no need to be concerned. I’ll inform you of my plans on the awaited day. Until then, entertain yourselves. This meeting is dismissed.” Creed replied.


“You can be sure; I’ll be up at the break of dawn.” Train said with a cocky grin.


“I’ll be surprised if you wake up before noon.” Creed said playfully.


Train tried to punch Creed in the shoulder, who instead dodged it and caught Train’s wrist. The Black Cat then decided to use his other hand to smack his friend across the head, but was blocked once again by Creed’s other hand. The two men’s arms were crossed, so Creed used that to his advantage. He uncrossed their arms, flipping Train around, and pushing him forward a little, throwing the Cat to the floor.


He then took that moment to laughingly dash out of the room, knowing that his partner would soon be in pursuit. Train turned and picked himself up, before chasing after Creed with adventure and light revenge in his eye. That guy… But having fun like this, did remind him of his days with Saya, playing in the sun. It was a fun memory…and he enjoyed reliving it with Creed.


Kyoko watched the two men leave, holding the same pouting look she had before. “‘Best friends’, my butt. Am I the only one that sees Creed’s manner with Kuro-sama is more than ‘just friends’?”


Echidna chimed in as well, “Trust me, child. You’re not the only one that sees it. I think Train is the only one that doesn’t.”


Kyoko folded her arm in disappointment, “How am I to get Kuro-sama to notice me, if he hangs out with Diskenth-sama all the time?” The teenager flailed her arms in rage, “How am I supposed to compete!? My precious Kuro-sama!”


Charden placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “Believe me–he notices you. But if the relationship happens to change between the two, there’s nothing you can do to stop it. However, as of now Train’s feelings are purely plutonic. I don’t really see that changing.” Kyoko perked up at bit at this, but Charden’s continuation saddened her, “Though I can’t predict the future.”


Kyoko bowed her head in defeat. Charden lifted her chin up to look him in the eyes as he took his shades off, “Kyoko-san, don’t get discouraged. If you like him that much, then try a different approach. As I said, no one can predict the future.”


Kyoko smiled broadly and nodded up at Charden. He always had a knack for making her feel better.


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Five days had taken entirely too long to pass. It felt like an eternity for Train. After hearing they could finally make their move, Train had become fidgety. He was now lounging in the living room on the couch, flipping through the channels aimlessly. One of his favorite things about his new powers, was that he didn’t need to use the remote in order to change the station.


He yawned and looked at the grandfather clock located in a corner of the room. It was a little past four in the morning. I really should go back to bed, but I can’t sleep. I just want to get this day started. Yawning again, he changed the channel, very unaware of what was going on in the screen.


“Train?” A voice came from behind. One in which he didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. “Why are you up?”


“I should ask you the same question. How’d you know I was up? Scratch that, how’d you know it was me?” Train said as he continued flipping from the stations. He was completely hidden. The couch’s back covered him fully.


Creed walked over to the couch and leaned over, staring down at his beloved’s face. He frowned at how drawn and tired he looked, “I didn’t really. For some reason I just got really thirsty and came down for a drink. When I heard the TV on, the only person I could think of that would be up at this hour, would be you.”


Train’s laugh lacked luster, “Then what was that crack about me, ‘not waking up before noon’?”


“I know you’re a late sleeper, but I also know when you can’t wait for something, you can’t sleep very well. Besides, the channels were changing so frequently, and you’re the only person I know who wouldn’t be able to decide what to watch, or get bored with a show that quickly.”


“I don’t understand how you know me so well.” Train said with a half, tired smile.


“I think you know me, just as distinctly.” Creed replied with a warm smile on his face.


Train yawned once again, “Guess that’s true.”


Creed walked around the couch and sat at the end next to Train’s head. He laughed as he noticed Train wasn’t using the remote, as usual.


“Why am I not surprised you aren’t using the remote?” asked the sliver haired man, as he leaned back into the couch, looking at the screen along with Train.


Train closed his eyes in a stubborn manner, “I couldn’t find it.”


Creed looked at the coffee table located right in front of the couch. He leaned over and grabbed the remote, then waved it playfully in front of Train’s face. His Cat opened his eyes and snatched it away.


“Shut up.” he said as he threw the controller at him weakly.


The swordsman chuckled softly as he caught the offending object before it hit his face. Looking back down at Train, he noticed the small bags forming under his eyes. “Why don’t you go back to bed?”


Train scratched his shoulder as he changed the channel yet again, “You said it yourself: I can’t sleep.”


“You haven’t been sleeping a lot lately. You need your strength. Go to bed.”


“I’m too tired to sleep.”


Train looked up at Creed, noting the exhausted look in his eyes as well, “What about you? Why don’t you go back to bed?”


Creed shook his head, “I can’t sleep knowing you can’t sleep. I haven’t slept in the past couple days much either for that reason.”


Train raised an eyebrow at his friend, “So if I fell asleep, then you’d fall asleep too?”


At Creed’s nod, Train sighed, “All right, let’s give it a whirl.”


Train closed his eyes, trying to make himself fall asleep. He was very tired, so he thought it might really work.


Creed watched his precious love. It wasn’t the first time he had watched Train sleep, but he never got tired of it. He reached a hand out, in hopes of petting his lustrous russet hair, but pulled back instantly as he saw Train stir a bit and open his eyes again.


“No good. Can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes I just see–” Train cut his sentence short, at the realization of what he was about to say.


Creed looked down at his beloved, “What? What do you see, Train?”


Train’s eyes looked distant. Creed couldn’t let him stay in that state of mind. He asked pleadingly, “You can tell me. You know I’ll listen.”


Train was only silent for a second longer. He really did trust Creed, so why should he keep something to himself? Creed was his partner and he was always looking out for Train. He’s really the only one I am able to talk to. He’s the only one that seems to completely understand and accept me.


“I see Sephiria mercilessly taking Saya’s life.” Train said softly, but loud enough for Creed’s keen ears to hear. “It’s been like this ever since I found out we would be making our first attack soon.”


Creed’s heart began to crack, and his stomach sank somewhere below his feet as he heard Train’s words. It was a reminder of how he was being insincere to Train and of how much he had hurt him. I love him, so I want to be truthful, but also because I love him, I don’t want to lose him. This is so painful...


There was nothing he could do about it now, except comfort the man he loved. He reached his hand out and caressed Train’s shoulder, softly. The young brunette looked back up at Creed as he smiled down at him.


“There’s nothing I can really say to make you feel better, Train; all I can do is be there for you and be your shoulder to lean on. Whatever it is I can do, you can be sure I’ll do it to the best of my ability. Remember, I spare nothing…when it’s for you, Train.”


Listening to Creed’s evocative words, and looking into his crystal blue eyes, as they watched his own so fondly, Train already felt a little better. Feeling Creed stroking his shoulder gently, made him feel like falling asleep. Still, he wasn’t quite dead to the world yet…his conscious could be very stubborn.


Creed took note of Train’s little dilemma and stood up, “I’ll be right back.” He said as he left the room and made his way towards the kitchen.


Train sat up and looked in the direction Creed had gone, slightly confused. He did say he was thirsty, maybe he went to get himself a drink? A couple minutes later, his friend returned, holding a tall glass. In the darkness, Train couldn’t initially tell what was in the cup until Creed shoved it under his nose.


The Black Cat glanced into the cup and was greeted with a familiar scent and sight. Apparently, Creed had made him a glass of warm milk. Wow, he does know me well. This is often what I do when I couldn’t fall asleep back when I was in Chronos.


He looked back up at Creed, who gave him his trademark childlike smile that freaked everyone else out but Train, who knew that when he was on the receiving end, it was merely a display of affection. “I thought this might help.”


Eyeing Creed a moment longer, Train decided to take the glass and eye it instead. Then he looked back up to his partner, “But, Creed, the reason I can’t fall asleep is because I don’t want to. Every time I do, I have that dream…that nightmare.”


Creed knelt down and placed a hand on Train’s knee, looking into his eyes, “I know, Train. The milk is just to help make you drowsy, I’m going to try and ease your mind myself.”


“…But I’m already sleepy,” Train said, still a little confused.


The pale man laughed quietly, “Just drink it.”


Train watched Creed again, before taking a sip of his milk. As expected, it tasted delicious and he could feel his eyelids getting heavier. Creed sat next to Train again as he finished his milk. Once the Cat was done, he placed the cup down on the table and rested back into the fluffy couch.


As he closed his eyes, he saw Saya standing there with a jug of milk. He could hear her song in the background, but her lips weren’t moving. She turned to Train and smiled, about to say something when her eyes rolled back and her face turned white. Train started to run towards her, but was too late as he watched her crash to the floor.


After she hit the ground, Train could see standing behind her, with a bloody sword in hand, was Sephiria. He growled and jumped at the killer, only to have her vanish right before his eyes. Something pulling his sleeve, caused him to look down. Saya lay there, blood covering both herself and the ground, as she smiled weakly. He could see her lips move, but couldn’t make out the words. They were too quiet, too weak and Train could only hear her haunting voice singing in the background.


He furrowed his brow, “No… Saya, you still owe me a bottle of milk…”


He wanted to open his eyes. He wanted to get up and scream, or cry, but his body wouldn’t allow him to do any of that. He was too tired. He felt himself toss a little as he saw more blood pour out of Saya’s wound. He couldn’t stop it no matter how hard he tried, and he couldn’t hear her words no matter how hard he listened.


“Somebody… help…” Train pleaded into nothingness.


Suddenly, he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and was pulled against something soft and comfortable. Then he heard Creed’s soothing voice, trying to break Train out of his nightmare.


“It’s just a dream, Train… This isn’t really happening… You don’t need to worry.”


Train then felt something warm brush lightly against his cheek and then run through his hair. His body began to stop tossing at the contact and he began to relax as Creed’s voice re-entered his head.


“You don’t have to worry… You’re not alone. I’m here and I won’t leave you.”


He felt the arm wrap a little tighter around his shoulders and could feel a soft cheek press against the top of his head.


“Think of happier memories–don’t torment yourself like this.”


The dream that had been holding Train’s mind prisoner before had started to fade, when Creed first spoke. After the last words left his mouth, the dream was completely gone. His past was replaced with the present. Though he was half asleep, he was still very aware of what was happening outside his closed eyes.


“Don’t let your memories haunt you. You can make your mind go wherever your heart desires, Train.”


For some reason, he started to dream of what was happening right there. As if his eyes were open and he was witnessing the moment like he was wide awake. He could see Creed’s arm placed around him. He could feel the side of his partner’s face pressed into his hair along with his warm breath tickling his skin. He sensed the warmth and the feel of the sallow man’s gentle hand stroking him. And he could clearly hear his kind, loving voice alleviating his pain.


His lips curved into a small smile as his head slipped from Creed’s shoulder and fell into his lap. He was only half aware that happened, but fully aware Creed was still caressing his face and arm. The solace of Creed’s touch was enough to put the Cat into a deep sleep, his traumatizing nightmares replaced with soothing caresses and expressions of encouragement.


Creed looked down at his Cat’s peaceful, slumbering face. The smile on Train’s lips, assuring Creed that he was no longer imprisoned inside that nightmare. He smiled as well, running his fingers through Train’s hair.


I did say I’d go to sleep when he did. The sun’s starting to rise anyway. We’ll wake up early enough for our little trip. Besides, how can I even think about ending this moment?


He passed his thumb across Train’s lips, outlining the smile and sighing happily at their softness. Noting Train shiver a little, he thought his love might be cold. He removed the robe he was wearing and used it to cover Train’s body. As he stopped shaking, Creed stroked his face once more. Placing his arm on Train’s side, he began to fall asleep as well. He completely forgot the reason he woke up in the first place, wasn’t for a drink. He knew enough about his Cat’s movements, to know when he was restless. The “drink of water” line was just an excuse, he had really come to make sure his beloved was alright…


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When Train woke up, the sun had already risen. He had to use his hand to block the rays blinding his sight, and rolled his head over so the sun couldn’t reach him. When he put his hand back down, he saw Creed’s sleeping face hovering above him.


That’s right; he helped me to fall asleep. Not only did Creed stop his bad dreams, but he helped replace them with good ones. Though Train could have sworn his dream had the same warmth and coziness as he felt now. If it wasn’t for the fact that the sun was now up, and he had opened his eyes, he would have thought he was still asleep.


His head was lying in Creed’s lap, his partner’s arm had slide from around Train’s shoulders, and now was draped over his side, hanging delicately in front of his abdomen, only mere centimeters away from actually touching it. Looking over himself, he also noticed that Creed’s robe had been placed on him as a blanket. I thought that part was only in my dream, but he really…


Train looked back up at Creed. If he wanted to go to sleep, he could have slid me off him, and then gone back to bed. This position doesn’t look too comfortable for his neck.


Creed’s head was faced to the side and back a little over the couch: a surefire way to get a crook in your neck. Not only that, his side was contorted and turned to fit crookedly into the couch, which couldn’t be good for his back.


He’s gonna be in a lot of pain when he wakes up if he stays like that. Actually, he’s probably going to be sore as it is.


Train gently removed Creed’s hand from his stomach and moved it over to the man’s side. Then sitting up, and lifting his friend’s head up slightly, he laid Creed’s head down on the couch, placing one of the couch’s decorative pillows underneath it. He bent down and picked up the swordsman’s legs as well, kindly setting them on the other end of the couch. Though Train had been comfortable in the position they had been in, he knew it couldn’t be too pleasant for Creed’s body.


He watched as Creed curled up and smiled. The fair man shook a little, clearly from the small breeze passing through an open window. He unconsciously wrapped his arms around himself, in an attempt to stop shivering. That was when Train noticed Creed was bare-chested, only wearing a pair of dark sleeper pants upon his slender frame.


He wasn’t sure why, but a pleasantly warm sensation started to take over his entire body. It wasn’t just in his heart like it had been before. He shook it off, frowning a little. Well obviously he’d be cold. He’s sleeping half-naked.


That’s actually how Train usually slept too, but he put on a shirt before he went downstairs incase Kyoko showed up again. Standing by the couch, he removed the robe Creed had placed on him from off his shoulders, and draped it over the man’s sleeping form. As he raised it to his shoulder, Creed’s hand automatically gripped the cloth and wrapped it around himself tighter, causing his body to stop shaking. The man on the couch curled up a little more, nuzzling his face into the pillow Train had provided him.


The warming sensation returned to Train once more, making him smile again. He couldn’t explain the feeling, nor could he decipher what it was, but that didn’t change the fact that he liked it. It actually feels good, but why does it only happen around Creed? I’ve never felt this way before, not even with Saya.


He watched as Creed’s face twitched from a fallen strand of hair against his face, hanging in front of his eye. Train bent back down and tucked it behind his ear. Creed’s hand lightly grabbed his own, the man smiling jubilantly at the touch and rubbing his cheek against it. Train was a little surprised, but didn’t pull back. He allowed Creed his moment of pleasure as he nestled into the Black Cat’s hand, like a puppy nuzzling his nose into its owner’s palm.


“Train…” He said dreamily.


Train chuckled. I swear, it seems like he dreams about me every night. Though I have no idea what about, but it always seems to make him happy.


He pulled back and stood, noticing the TV was turned off. He wasn’t sure if he had done that or if it was Creed. Since Creed was trapped under me, I guess I did while I was falling asleep.


Leaving the room to go back to his, he looked back at Creed once more, who was still mumbling incoherently but happily to himself. Train couldn’t make out most of what he was saying, but his name seemed to be used most frequently.


I’ll let him sleep a bit longer. I think he’s had less sleep than me these past five days, which really is my fault. I should really be a little more considerate, since I seem to have so much influence over everything he does.


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Creed’s eyes slowly began to open. He had to blink several times in order to figure out where he was. Looking around the room, he remembered. I was helping Train fall asleep, but where’d he go? He was in a different position now and Train was no longer in his lap. Creed frowned at that realization.


He replayed the scene in his head. It was like one of his dreams with Train come true. Never had he been that happy before. The last time he got to hold and touch Train like that was many, many months ago when his love cried into his chest on the roof.


The swordsman sighed mirthfully as he remembered the smile on Train’s face once he fell asleep. Creed really did ease his heart. Train wouldn’t have been able to sleep so soundly if he didn’t have a happy thought in mind. I really I am helping him. I honestly didn’t know if he would let me, but I wasn’t about to give up.


He moved in his new position on the couch once more and felt a warm object covering him. Looking down, he noticed his robe was placed back on him, protecting him from the cold. How? Did Train…?


Before Creed could finish that thought, a bounce on the couch near his head caused him to look up. He was greeted with a wayward smile from his beloved as he sat much like a cat on the squishy cushion.


“Morning!” Train said with that same smile.


Creed smiled happily at his love, “Good morning, Train. Did you sleep okay last night?”


Train nodded, “I did. Thanks, Creed. You really did help me.”


The young man had to fight back the urge to launch himself at his partner in an embrace, when he heard his words of gratitude. Not only did it work, but he’s grateful I did it! I wish I could just hold him again…


Creed then gestured with his shoulders to the robe covering him. Train looked away, seemingly embarrassed over something.


“You looked cold, and I felt bad that you gave up your robe for me when you didn’t have much on, so I put it back on you.”


Looking at Train’s slightly redden face, Creed couldn’t help but lean towards thoughts that where most likely false. Is he embarrassed over his kindness towards me? Or maybe he’s embarrassed over the fact that he noticed what I was wearing. It didn’t matter which one was true. Either way, Creed was ecstatic.


Train changed his position into Indian style as he eyed Creed, “So, what time we leaving for this thing?”


In Creed’s happiness, he almost completely forgot about the mission for today. He started to panic as he looked around for the clock. Not finding it, he turned to Train and asked, “What time is it?!”


Train cocked an eyebrow at him, “It’s 10:00 AM. I let you sleep an hour later.”


Creed sighed in relief. They still had plenty of time. Then he looked back at Train confused, “You let me sleep in? Why? When did you wake up?”


The Black Cat scratched his head, “About an hour ago. I wanted to let you rest a little longer since you’ve probably had less sleep than me lately. I’m sorry to have made you worry enough for you to lose so much sleep.”


Now he’s apologizing… I’m so happy, I could almost cry. Creed was still feeling guilty over his untruthfulness, but he wanted to bask in this moment at least a little. I may not deserve his trust, but right now, I want to act like I do.


Creed smiled at Train again before asking, “Is everyone else up?”


Train looked up at the ceiling and folded his arms, trying to remember who he saw awake. “Charden, Shiki, Maro and Durham I know are up for sure. I think I saw the light in Doctor’s lab on and considering the bathroom down here has been occupied for at least an hour, I assume Echidna must be up too.” He tapped his chin, “That only leaves Leon, Eathes and that girl unaccounted for.”


The silver haired man smiled at Train’s refusal to use Kyoko’s name. I really don’t have to worry about her placing a spell on him. The day he gets interested in her Chronos will start hosting flower tea parties.


Creed sat up fully, “We still have time before we need to leave. The Summit doesn’t begin until later in the afternoon.” Swinging his legs around, he looked over to Train again, “Have you eaten yet?”


Train shook his head, “All I did was shower and get dressed. I decided to wait for you, but everyone else said they weren’t going for that again and ate. I saved some for us.”


Creed had to fight another impulse to grab and cuddle his partner. That makes two times! Though this time he didn’t bother making everyone else wait. I don’t care, I only need him to eat with. The thing that made it so amazing was that Train was actually putting off a meal for someone. That meant he would have to really care about that someone. Train would never pass up a meal.


His dearest love jumped backwards over the couch the way he had come. He stood and put his arms behind his head as he made his way into the kitchen, “You can either eat now or get dressed first, whichever one you want. If you wanna dress, I don’t have a problem with waiting a little longer.”


This time Creed really did swoon, though Train couldn’t see it since he was faced away. “I’ll eat with you first. I know how much you enjoy food and I don’t want to make you wait any longer.”


Train smiled teasingly back at him, “I’d think someone as obsessed with hygiene and cleanliness as you, would at least brush your teeth…”


Creed felt his stomach lurch at the thought, “Hmm…I-I think I’ll do that first.”


Train laughed pleasantly, “Don’t worry–I’ll wait for you.”