DISLAIMCER: BLack Cat ain't mine ; ; oh my precious Creed-sama xD

SUMMARY: Is there really one? I don't know. Creed's lonely, Train's alone...let's just see where this may lead xD A little A-U. There's no Eden event that goes on. Hopefully not so Ooc x.x Heh. xD Train's going to portrayed as just a little perverted. Heh.

PAIRING: Creed x Train

RATING: OT (older teen)

GENRE: Angst, Romance, maybe Humor

A/N: Random, but if any of you reading this have read 'Innocent Blue Eyes' I didn't kill him because I was angry at the spelling flames. I planned to kill him since the beginning. Sad, I know, but that's the way the ball bounces. And if you havn't at LEAST gotten to episode 20, don't read this fanfic. xD

----+ Creed Diskenth +----+

A slender, well-built male figure sat up in his bed, and rubbed the sleep from his ice cold, blue eyes. Strands of fine silver fell in front of a pale face, and slender fingers brushed them away, in an irritated manner. He was by himself tonight, in this crappy hotel Echidna had rented out for him. She was somwhere. Who knows where, really. The male groaned, as he slid out from the warm covers, and streatched his exhausted limbs. He was sore, from constant walking and moving his poor legs. They were still in miserable pain from his heart breaking fight with Train. He was lucky he was even able to walk!

His name was Creed Diskenth. A man once called God. He had expeirenced true power - a few days or hours of immortality, before it was stripped from him by that nasty little blonde bio-machine. He could just feel his hands wrapping around her neck, breaking through the cardelige...Madde Madde(1) Creed-sama. Calm down...don't want to get yourself worked up. It'll put strain on your already aching muscles.

Train...The name came from a pained, whispery voice in the back of his head. The voice that once controlled his entire brain and manner. The one that slaughtered many people, and laughed maniaclly when he finally had his chance to fight his beloved assassin. Train Heartnet. He groaned again, and cluthed his head in his hands. Train Train Train! The name haunted him like a pleasurable dream gone bad. Or more better put, like chocolate chips going sour like vinager upon your taste buds.

It all felt like a dream now. All the memories of Train in Chronos. The look etched in those gorgeous golden shperes. It seemed like a ghostly image within his mind. It tore at the remaining peices of Creed's heart. Train. The pure killer instinct, had been tainted by...by...that wtich. The stupid, wannabe-sweeper, with her freaking high-pitched voice and idiotic clothing choise, had cast upon Train a spell. She had pulled the Black Cat into her grasp, and bound him to..to...living a GOOD way! NO!

Creed clenched up his fists just thinking about it. No. The Black Cat was the perfect killer! He would shoot you in the head without a second thought! He moved with nimble grace and agility! He held a grudge against the world, and everyone in it. He wanted power and strentgh! Until she apeared. What had she done, in three days, that caused her to make the emotionless Train Heartnet smile in that little way, and look at her with a soft, loving gaze, and to make him quite Chronos! What Did She Do! Did she let him have his way with her or somthing?

The fury boiled down in Creed's stomach, and rose upwards, filling his brain with violent, angry thoughts. Ways he could've made her suffer anymore before he killed her. He could've poured alcohol into her open wounds. He could've taken out her eyes and stepped on them - he could've, he could've, he could've. Too late now. And besides, Creed wasn't well known for such bloody torture. Sure, the sight of blood on he, or Train excited him highly. But he usually ended somone's life quickly.

Train...my beloved cat...wait for me. I'm still holding on to the real you, Train. The Black Cat you hold deep in your heart. The only shred of your true self that's left. I'll pull it back out, and cast the shadowing filth away from your god-like self. Nobody deserves to leave footprints on the earth you walk upon. No one deserves to even share your presence. Ever. Only Creed could stand by Train. Only a man once known as God could do such a thing. Train...I'm coming.

+----+ Train Heartnet +----+

The laid back, young male stretched himself out on a nice, warm roof. The sun beat down upon the building, and the man bathed in the golden rays that lay themselves upon him. His eyes were cold, and his smooth face held a silly, cassual grin on carefree lips. He moaned in pleasure, as he folded lanky arms underneith his head. His team mates where in the building, most likely sleeping. It was way to early for a normal person to be up. But Train Heartnet, wasn't normal. He was beyond such terms.

It's such a nice day...He thought happily, cracking his eyes open slightly, to peer at the pink and orange sky, that was the sunrise. I hope we can take the day off. We have 200 000$. That should get us through one more day. The group needed the money, bad. For food, and milk, and car payments, and milk, and Sven's ciggerette's, and milk, and books for Eve, and milk and and...more milk. He chuckled at his own thoughts.

He sat up, and caught a wisp of silver somthing, and a clear, bold image of a sinister looking male flashed through his head. Stylish, longish hair, colored like newly bought steel. Eyes narrowed, with a very dominant, mischeivous look written in saphire hughes...and a smile that could entrance you, yet set fear in the bottem of your heart. An exasperated sound slid past Train's lips. Why did he have to think about Creed! Of all times! Just when he was getting relaxed...anybody with blue eyes, or silvery hair got Train paranoid. It was usually just an old man or woman, or an innocent child that held such features.

Creed...Train would have to admit, the man did hold somthing in Train's heart. He felt like they were still connected. By why? How? And why did the Black Cat feel some sort of wanton attraction? It was all too frusterating. He wanted this picture from his mind. The picture of Creed holding a rose between slender fingers...arrrggghhh! Train whimpered some. "Get out of my head!" he roared at himself, covering his ears. But the image of Creed began moving. "Train, my love...don't you miss me?" The carefully pronounced male whispered.

By god...Train was starting to get pulled into a fantasy! Sexual, hopefully not. I mean, this was Creed no less! A boy. "Go away..." He whispered to the image.

Creed krept closer. "I've missed you a lot Train..." the image began removing it's jacket, and slowly the shirt. "I'm going to show how much I've missed you."

Train swallowed heavily, as his mind's eye kept Creed in clear view.

Creed began unbottoning those sexy low-cut jeans. "Train...Train..." The image moaned slightly, and began sliding off the pants. It looked like he wasn't wearing anything underneath those oh so tight jeans..."Train..."

"Train...? Train...!" Creed's voice dropped from the whispery, lusty note, and sounded...vivid...real...almost as if he were standing inches away. The image evaported, as Train's eyes snapped open, and he came face to face, with two, sinister, curious blue orbs. "Train?" A wide smile spread across the other's face. "Oh how I've longed to see you again!"

The Black Cat just glared a deadly look Creed's way. "Creed..." he mummered softly, in a possible greeting, but it was set in a growly, angered tone. He didn't want to see the silver haired male. Never. ...Then why the fantasy? Why the hell did he just have a fantasy of Creed shedding his clothing, and moaning his name? Ugh! He didn't know why. The one thing is knew he was 99 sure of, was that he hated Creed. He wanted the other to leave him alone. If not for Saya, Creed'd be dead. He was only letting the other live, on Saya's words. To kill when you have to. He didn't have to kill his ex-partner. "What're you doing here?"

Creed laughed softly, and pulled his face away from Train's. It had been uncomfortably close. "Hello to you too. I was just walking along, when I spotted you up here. Pure fluke, really. Anyways, I wanted to see you. It's been a few months since our last encounter..." He trailed off, moving himself, so that he was sitting beside Train, sort of leaning back so that he was propped up by his elbows. One leg was stretched out, the other was bent at the knee. Creed had dressed himself in a white button-up shirt, buttons only done about half way, so his navel was reveiled. He was wearing stone washed jeans. Not low-cut, sadly. They were decorated in paint stains. The blue eyes Train had come to know and despise were gazing at the sunrise, and the gentle rays made his silver hair glow lightly, painting it a little goldish.

Train frowned gingerly. Pure fluke? If anything Creed would've searched endless hours, using all his connections to find the legendary ex-Number. The ends of Train's white shirt were tattered and ripped, with little bullet holes in them. His blue jacket, with the strange cat pad things was in good enough shirt, if not a little dusty. He was sitting cross-legged now. His form fitting navy pants looked new. He must've bought a new pair along the way. Train ran one of his hands through his shaggy brown hair and sighed, firey eyes following Creed's gaze towards the horizon. If Saya were here...He began thinking, I'd call this romantic. But no. Because Creed was here, it just couldn't be romantic. Yuck.

Train could admit Creed had chosen an interesting outfit. He wondered where the paint stains had come from. Did Creed paint, now a days? Hm. He had seen some of the man's past drawings and sculptures and other peices of art. The silver-haired man was an amazing artist. It was good he was putting his talents to use instead of slaughtering people mindlessly.

"Train.." Creed's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "I've missed you." The image of Creed sliding off his clothing was seeping back into Train's brain. No! No No No! Creed may be a sadistic bastard, but he's into girls! Just like me! We. Are. Straight! He willed himself to think such a way. The only reason Creed's persistant about me is because I'm a fantastic killer. Yeah. That's it. He's not in love with me or anything. Pht. And even if he did, I hate him. "Why did you like her?"

Two pairs of eyes locked. Hot and Cold. Blue ones sent of waves of anger. Gold ones sent off glowing hatred. "Saya, you mean?" Train had to smirk as he saw Creed's fists clench up. The last time he saw Creed, the man could hardly walk. Let alone now, would he be able to fight. "I liked Saya, because she saw good in everyone. Even you, Creed. Saya was a good person. Saya taught me a valuble lesson." He purposly said the girl's name before each sentence, just to piss the silver-haired man off.

"...Why not me, Train!" It was a sudden outburst. "You've known me for years! I know everything about you! You knew that girl for three days. Three damn days! What's so special about her? Who cares if she was a good person! You knew alot of good people. You killed good people! She was no different. WHY! It's always Saya Saya Saya! That witch has been dead for a year and you still long for her!" Creed's voice was beginning to get louder. Ever since he saw Train at Chronos, that fateful day, he knew they were meant to rule with each other. He knew that their destiny revolved around one another. But that witch! That wench! She destroyed all of those plans. By simply talking with Train.

Train was silent for a few moments, as his eyes narrowed into murderous intent. "Lower your voice before you start waking people up." He commanded flatly, and Creed grasped his hand.

"We can have a marvulous future! It's not to late to rule utopia! We can get Doctor back to help us!We're still young Train. Please, come with me. Leave the vermon that dance around you. Together we can crush them! We can clean the dirt and scum for the world. All those people who aren't worthy of being on the same planet as us...Train!" Creed had began to ramble, and his eyes were getting that dangerous, pyro maniac look. "Ha ha ha!" He was even starting to laugh in that creepy way. He was starting to lose it.

"Creed! I don't want to become God. I never will want to become God."

"But see, you used to! You were the one that was different from the others. Power...strength...don't you want them now? Life as a sweeper...I bet you're starving yourself! If we rule, you'll never go hungry again and we-" he was cut off as Train pulled away and jumped off the roof.

"Piss off, Creed."

+----+ TBC +----+