Hey, everyone! Well, I ran for Japanese Club president, but I lost. But, it's ok, because the winner is a friend of mine, and he'll listen to my suggestions. So, I'll still have power, just not the title. Oh, and today my World History teacher said that I am a "power-hungry, war queen." Hmph! If he has a problem with war, then he shouldn't be asking me what I would do if I were the queen of France during the Crusades! X3
Oh, and this chapter underwent a lot of changes. Actually, this one didn't get altered all that much, it's the next chapter that got changed, seeing as it is no longer there and instead has been added onto this one. I chopped off a lot of random superfluous things that had very little to do with the actual story and then ch. 8 was too small to be a chapter by its self. And I'm sorry that it took me like a month (if its been longer, I don't even want to know) to get this chapter up. There has been a lot of random things going on.
Disclaimer: I so don't own Black Cat. But if I could, I'd kidnap Train and Creed. Eve, too. And then I'd steal her nanobots, 'cause I'm mean like that.
And now, drum roll please…
Chapter 7!
Creed sighed. "It really was a dream, wasn't it?" He looked around his bedroom, hoping to find some indication that his Cat was actually there. He found none. He sighed again and laid back down in his bed. What's the point in getting up if Train wasn't around? He considered going to Train's house, but he knew that the Cat would be mad at him. Although that had never stopped him before, he didn't feel like arguing with him today.
Creed could hear yelling coming from the apartment next to him. "Useless fools! How dare they disrupt me!"
Creed climbed out of bed gracefully and grabbed Kotetsu. He was in a bad mood, and, like always, he'd take his anger out on innocent bystanders. He pulled open his bedroom door, and was disappointed to find that the candles and rose petals were gone. He was secretly hoping that they were actually there, supplying him with proof that at least part of his dream was real. He sighed dejectedly, again, and was about to forget his plans of getting rid of his annoying neighbors when he heard a loud thud and more yelling. Angered once again, he began storming down the hall toward the door that led out of his apartment and into the hallway connecting the apartments.
RIIINNGGG!
Creed stopped in his tracks. "What? That's coming from my room, but it's not my phone…"
The unidentified phone rang again, and Creed turned around and proceeded to look for the phone, which he found partially under the bed.
"What's this?"
It was a plain black phone with the only unique feature being a key chain with a small plastic black cat. (1)
"It's Train's cell!" Creed smiled happily. "So he really was here!"
He was snapped out of his thoughts when the phone rang again. Creed frowned and flipped it open, checking to see who was calling. The screen simply said "Restricted."
"Must be someone from Chronos…"He pressed the button with the little green phone. "Hello?"
"Who are you? Where's Number XIII?"
Creed laughed lightly. "You don't recognize my voice, Sephiria? I'm hurt."
"Diskenth …"
"Yes?"
"Where's Heartnet?"
"I'm not sure."
"Don't lie to me. You practically stalk him; how can you not know where he is?"
"Hold on." Creed was angered by Number I, but his happiness that Train was there, and might still be, overshadowed his other emotions.
He walked out of his bedroom and into the living room where he immediately spotted Train asleep on the sofa. He stared at the Cat for a while before remembering that he had a phone in his hand. He went back into his bedroom to finish the conversation, so that he wouldn't wake the Cat.
"He's sleeping on my couch."
"Why exactly? I find it hard to believe that he just wanted to have a sleep over."
"Maybe he did."
Sephiria sighed. This wasn't getting her anywhere. "Just let me speak to him."
"No. He's sleeping. I'm not going to wake him up."
She sighed again. "Fine. You and him have a mission. I expect it to be done by the end of the day. I'll send someone to your apartment to deliver the file with the details of the mission. And to make sure that Heartnet is really there."
"Fine." Creed hung up.
"Sephiria?" She turned around to face the man who was speaking to her.
"Yes, Belze?"
"Who were you talking to? That obviously wasn't Number XIII."
"His partner answered his cell phone and refused to let me talk to him."
"Diskenth is more trouble than he's worth sometimes. If the elders agree, I believe Number XIII would be happy to get rid of Diskenth himself."
"I would have agreed with you five minutes ago, but now I'm not so sure."
Creed smiled in that creepy, evil way that he seemed so fond of doing as he licked blood off his Kotetsu. "That was too easy. I can't believe they thought that I had to wake up my dear Train for this! I'm glad I didn't."
Creed left quickly. He wanted to get back to his cat as soon as possible.
When he opened his apartment door he realized that Train was no longer sleeping on the couch. "I hope he didn't leave."
He began searching the apartment for the cat. He checked the kitchen, his bedroom, the spare bedroom (which Creed had made into a dinning room of sorts), but he couldn't find the Cat.
"AHH!" Creed heard a yell followed by a loud thud coming from the room behind him. He spun around and flung the door open, ignoring the fact that it was the bathroom.
Train was sitting kind of sprawled out on the floor.
"Ouch…." Train rubbed his head, with an embarrassed smile on his face.
"Train! What happened?!"
Train looked up at him. "Huh? Oh. I fell… Slipped on the water on the floor…"
"Are you ok?! You didn't hit your head, did you?!" Creed kneeled on the floor next to him.
"No. I'm fine. Just a little wet."
Creed realized that Train was naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist, and that he was wet. Small water droplets clung to his skin. Train realized that his partner was now staring at him with a lustful look that worried him.
"Ummm… Creed?"
"Train… You look sexy…" Creed leaned forward and licked a water droplet off the Cat's neck, causing him to shudder slightly.
"Er… Oh! I just remembered! Creed, do you know where my cell phone is? I can't seem to find it…"
"If you're trying to distract me, you'll have to do better than that." Creed laughed lightly before licking a water droplet off his collarbone, running his tongue across his tattoo.
"I'm serious, Creed."
"Is that so?" He leaned forward again, at which point Train jumped up abruptly. He blinked a few time and blushed fiercely when he realized that when he jumped up his towel didn't come with. It seemed that Creed was kneeling on a corner of it.
"Creed! You did that on purpose!" Train yelled and then bent over, snatching the towel and wrapping it around his waist quickly.
"Not really. But I can't say that I regret it." Creed smirked while Train blushed even harder. He then stood up, which made Train nervous. "I'm in a small bathroom, in the corner, with Creed, who just happens to be blocking my path to the door. Damn. This is not good."
Creed took a step closer, so now there was only a few inches between them. He put his hand on the wall to the right of Train's face, leaning on it and blocking any hope of escape.
The rational part of Train's mind was telling him to just punch Creed in the nose and run, but another part of him was happy to let Creed do whatever he wanted.
"Creed?" His indecision kept him rooted to the spot, unable to move.
"Yes?" Creed smiled seductively.
"What-" Train was interrupted by a loud ring. "Huh? Oh! My phone!"
Creed cursed his bad luck and Train realized that the ringing was coming from a pocket in Creed's coat. "Why do you have it?" He grabbed Creed's coat and pulled the phone out and flipped it open.
"Hello?"
"Number XIII, you're finally awake. Good."
"Hey, Sephiria."
"Did Creed tell you about the mission?"
"Huh? What mission?"
"Obviously not."
"Hold on…" Train moved the phone away from his ear, but Sephiria could still hear what was being said. "Creed? Why didn't you tell me about the mission?"
"I think that's obvious; we were preoccupied with other things." Creed leaned forward, kissed him quickly and pulled away before Train could respond.
"Hey! Stop that!"
"Why, my dear Cat? You can't deny that you don't enjoy it too."
"No! No, I don't!"
"You seemed to last night."
"What exactly is going on over there?"
"Wh-what?!"
"That's right. Shall I tell Sephiria all about it?" Creed reached for the phone even though he was fairly sure that Sephiria could hear what was going on anyway, which was why he was saying all of this. And most likely why Train was being so defensive; they both knew what happened, so there was no point in Train denying it.
"Creed!" Train pushed him away again, trying to prevent him from getting the phone. Creed landed on the floor with at thud, taking the cell phone with him. Train pounced on him, pushing him back against the floor, and grabbed the cell.
"Oh, so you want to be on top? That's fine."
"You-!"
"Heartnet! Diskenth! What are you two doing?!" Sephiria yelled through the phone.
"Having sex, just like last night." Creed responded as if it were obvious.
"WHAT!? No we're not! And we didn't do it last night either! I'm a virgin!"
"I'll change that for you." Creed rolled them over so that he was now on top, and snatched the phone away. "I'd love to chat for a while, Sephiria, but Train and I are busy fixing his problem." Creed hung up but not before Train got a chance to yell, "Problem!? I don't have a problem! NOW GET OFF!"
Creed smirked down at Train as he dropped the phone into one of his pockets.
"Creed. You do realize that you just hung up on someone who is likely to be the world's most powerful woman, don't you? She probably has more control over Chronos than even the Elders!"
The phone rang again. Creed sighed and answered. He knew that even if he didn't answer, she'd find someway to contact them, even if it meant sending half of the Chrono Numbers to Creed's apartment.
"Yes? Train's soon-to-be lover speaking!" He said into the phone in a sing-song voice.
Train made an attempt to grab the cell, but failed.
"Diskenth, if you don't give Number XIII the phone right now, I will give him orders to erase you."
"Train would never hurt me!"
"Oh, yes I could. Now give me that phone!" Train snatched it from Creed's hand. "Ok, now would you please tell me about the mission since Creed doesn't seem to want to."
"I sent the file to Creed. Hopefully he'll give it to you." Train raised his eyebrow in an questioning gesture, looking up at Creed, who just smiled.
"Give me the file, Creed. And while you're at it, GET OFF OF ME!"
"I would, but it's a bit superfluous because I've already completed it."
"What?!" Train and Sephiria said in unison.
"I didn't want to wake Train up…"
"Diskenth, I don't think you understand that while you and Train are partners, it doesn't mean that you two are equal. Train is the senior partner, which means he can do missions without you unless I say otherwise, but you can't do a mission without him. It also means that if you fail to follow his orders, you will be punished."
"I wouldn't mind being punished by Train…"
Everyone just chose to ignore that comment.
"And for doing that mission without Train, and for insubordination, you will be confined to the disciplinary room for 2 weeks. Heartnet, would you escort him to headquarters? And come see me after you lock him up."
"Fine."
"You have authorization to use force if he resists."
"Good." Train smirked and hung up. "So… Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?"
"The hard way sounds fun."
"Masochist…" Train mumbled.
"Not really. But I would be if you wanted me to."
"I don't understand you at all." Train shook his head.
"What's not to understand? I'd be anything for you. I'd do anything for you." Creed got off of Train and stood up. He offered his hand to the Cat and pulled him to his feet. He wrapped an arm around Train's waist and pulled their bodies together. He began stroking Train's face with his free hand, looking directly into the Cat's deep golden eyes. "I love you, Train. If you asked me to be a masochist, I'd lay here on the floor, let you torture me and pretend to enjoy every drop of spilled blood for you. If you asked me to fly, I'd become Icarus (2) for you. If you asked me to destroy Chronos so that you could be free, I'd fight until I draw my final breath for you. If you asked me to die, I'd go get Hades and bullets for you."
"Why, Creed? Why am I so important?"
"Because being in your presence some how turns this flawed world into Eden. But despite the perfection of this Eden, it somehow isn't enough. The forbidden fruit calls out to me, as it did to man at the beginning of time. And it's so hard to resist that one thing you know will get you driven out of Eden. The one thing that would make Eden the truly perfect paradise it promises to be, I know I can never have."
"What are you talking about?"
"I want you, Train. I want every part of you. I want to touch every part of you. I want to know every part of you. I want to own you, and for you to own me."
"And we're back on the topic of sex!" Train rolled his eyes and knocked Creed's hand from his face.
"No, not just sex, my dear cat. Love."
"Lust and love aren't the same thing."
A single tear ran down Creed's face silently. "Why can't you believe me?! I love you!"
"Why do I feel bad every time he cries? It's not my fault that he's melodramatic. I know that, yet, I still feel as though I need to fix it."
"Creed, stop crying and come on. Sephiria is going to wonder why we're late as it is, and I still have to get dressed." Until now, he had completely forgotten that he was mostly naked still.
"What are you going to wear? All you have are your dirty clothes from yesterday."
"Melodramatic, and bipolar…"
"That's ok, I'll just change when I go home after talking to Sephiria."
Creed frowned. "I'll let you barrow something."
"Nah. They aren't that dirty."
"There is a blood stain…"
"Oh. Well god forbid that an eraser actually have blood on them!" Train replied sarcastically.
"Please, Train." That damned pleading look was back.
"Ok, fine! Whatever! Just try to keep it somewhat normal!"
"Wait here! I'll be right back!" Creed ran out of the room as Train sat on the side of the bathtub.
"Oh, god. What have I gotten myself into to…?"Train was sitting in Sephiria's office, waiting for her to finish whatever it was that she was doing. He was wearing black silk pants with a matching shirt, courtesy of Creed. First Creed had tried to get him to wear a gold shirt, claiming that it, "brought out Train's eyes," as if they didn't stand out enough already. But Train refused, and found a black shirt instead."I wonder what she wants to talk about…?" Looking around the office, Train noted that it was a fairly plain room. There was a clock, some shelves, a computer, and a large desk. And although nothing was very flashy, Train could tell that it was by no means cheep furniture. The desk was mahogany and the clock had gold gilding. "Wouldn't expect anything less for the great commander of the Chrono Numbers."
The only personal touch in the entire room was a bonsai tree, courtesy of Number II. (3) Everyone seemed to think that Sephiria and Belze would get together, it was only a matter of time. Train even remembered some of the lesser erasers taking bets on it a few years ago.
"Heartnet." Sephiria's voice interrupted his thoughts and he turned to see her walking across the room toward her desk.
"It's so nice to see you, too." Train said sarcastically in response to the coldness in her voice. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"You seem upset."
She smiled slightly. "Belze said that too."
"Well..? Are you going to tell me what happened?"
Sephiria sighed and sat down. "Baldor and Kranz destroyed a city trying to find someone who wasn't even there. They weren't even acting under orders."
"Ah. Figures."
"But that's not what we're here to talk about."
"Then what are we her to for?"
"To talk about your relationship with Diskenth."
"Wonderful! That's my favorite topic of conversation!" Train replied sarcastically.
"Be serious."
"I'm always serious!"
"The only time you're serious and focused is when you're about to shoot someone."
"Well, then, be glad that I'm not being serious!" Train smiled brightly.
Despite the happy-go-lucky façade Train put on, Sephiria could tell that he was actually nervous. And since Train was never nervous around her, or much of anyone for that matter, she knew that he was worried about the topic of discussion.
"What kind of relationship do you have with Creed?"
"So straight to the point, then… We're just partners."
"He doesn't seem to think that."
Train nodded. "He claims to love me. But that can't possibly be true. If its anything, it's lust, but he just keeps insisting…"
"I understand. Do you return these feelings?"
"No."
Sephiria studied his face closely. "Not at all?"
Train smiled wearily. "I can't say that I feel nothing for him, but it's nothing more than concern for a friend or partner." "I refuse to accept it as anything more."
"Thank you. You may leave now."
Train turned and headed toward the door then stopped suddenly, turning around.
"Sephiria… Does he really need to be locked up for 2 weeks?"
"You're concerned about him?"
"No…. but 2 weeks is a really long time just for being obnoxious."
"If ordered to kill him, would you?"
Train was a bit surprised by the question, but he knew that she had some logic behind it. "Yes, of course. My loyalty is to Chronos."
"That's good to know…. Fine, you may go get him in 2 days."
Train smiled. "Thank you." He left quickly before Sephiria could ask him any more questions that he didn't want to answer.
"Train!" He spun around to find Creed standing there, with a hurt expression on his face.
"Creed? What's going on? You're supposed to be locked up, not here."
"Why did you abandon me, Train? Why did you lock me in that god-forsaken room surrounded by endless darkness?! And then you ran away! Why, Train? WHY!?"
"I-I didn't abandon you! I was acting on orders, Creed! And I didn't run away! I was sent on a mission!"
"Orders and missions… Is that all you care about? What about what you want? What about me? Are you so blindly loyal that I don't matter at all?!"
"What?! I care about you! But I'm—"
"You fool! An eraser's life is about missions and nothing more! The only people an eraser cares about are the ones whom they serve!" Train spun around to find one of the Elders sneering at them.
"What?! I'm an assassin, not a pet! You people cannot interfere with what I want!"
The Elder laughed bitterly. "You seem to misunderstand, Black Cat. You are a pet. Nothing more. You exist to serve Chronos."
"He belongs to no one except me!" Creed yelled and then ran forward, and slashed the Kotetsu at the Elder. The blade just passed through without inflicting any damage. Suddenly, what seemed like hundreds of people came running up behind them and dragged them back, away from the Elder.
Sephiria appeared shouting, "You have betrayed us! And for that you shall die!"
Train struggled against the arms holding him and broke an arm free for long enough to grab Hades, only to find that it wasn't there.
He heard Zagine's voice, although he couldn't see him. "You're weak, and now you will die because of it!"
Sephiria dashed forward, her sword drawn, as Train and Creed continued to struggle against the people holding them. She stopped in front of Creed and drove the sword through his chest and then pulled it out, splattering blood on the floor. He could hear Creed gasp for breath.
"Tr-Train… I'm sorry. I love you."
"Creed!"
"Heartnet, I'm sorry that it's come to this. But traitors must be eliminated." Sephiria said, turning to him, her face cold and business-like.
Train considered pointing out that it was Creed who attacked; that he had done nothing. But for some reason, he felt that he couldn't betray Creed like that. Creed was going to die now, there was no changing that, but turning his back on him now would have been as, if not more, meaningful than before.
Sephiria took a step forward, but then she stopped when a blade was shoved through her chest. Blood flew forward and splattered on Train's face. Creed smiled at him from behind Sephiria.
"I told you that I'd protect you." Creed fell to the ground, followed by Sephiria.
Zagine's bitter laugh echoed through the darkness. "You were worried about having to chose between loyalty and love, and now you've got nothing!"
Train's eyes flew open as he jerked up in bed. He was covered in a cold sweat and his heart was racing. "It was just a dream…Thank god…"
He got up to get a glass of milk. "Tonight's going to be just like last night, isn't it? Might as well just stay awake… Why this is bothering me so much? If it wasn't for me he'd be in there 7 times as long."
It was pitch black, absolutely nothing could be seen in any direction. The only sounds came from the rustling of fabric as Creed moved slightly on the pathetic little cot. He wasn't sure, but he thought it had been 2 or 3 days since he had been left in this god-forsaken place, but it didn't really matter anyway. He got food at random intervals so the couldn't count on that to keep track of time. He didn't really mind the darkness or the silence, but Train's absence was really starting to drive him insane. Actually, forget "starting to," he was basically insane already. He felt abandoned. He knew it wasn't Train's choice, so he tried to deny his feeling of betrayal, but he couldn't quite forget about it. He secretly hoped that Train would talk Sephiria out of it and return for him soon, but he knew that it wasn't likely.
Creed sighed. It wasn't the first time he had been locked in the disciplinary room, but all the pervious times it had been bearable. Now he longed for this cat, making the days seem like eternity.
The door creaked; someone was opening it. "Train…?" Creed dared to hope. The bright light streamed in, blinding him temporally as someone stepped inside.
"Creed?"
He recognized the voice immediately and sat up quickly, turning to the door even though he still couldn't see much of anything.
"Tr-Train?!"
"Yeah. Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to come on?"
"It's been 2 weeks already?!"
"Nope. Only 2 days. I convinced Sephiria to let you out early."
Creed smiled, ran up, and hugged him tightly, as though he'd never let him go. Train just smiled and patted him on the head awkwardly.
"I have a meeting with Sephiria and some of the other Numbers, so I have to go."
"May I come with."
Train laughed quietly. "I knew you'd ask. Although Belze thinks it's a bad idea, Sephiria agreed."
Creed didn't want to go to this meeting, and Train probably wasn't looking forward to it either. What Creed did want was to jump into his arms and remind him of his love and devotion. But he knew that he really shouldn't, so he restrained himself. He followed Train through the long, seemingly endless halls silently. They eventually reached a pair of heavy wooden doors, which Train pushed open and stepped through, followed by Creed. Train sat at the large table that was in the center of the room. He then turned to Creed, looking up at him. "You've been staring at me silently for the past 10 minutes. You want something?"
"Yes…" Creed replied and then without hesitating he bent down and kissed Train quickly. Everyone in the room was staring at them. Train just rolled his eyes, saying, "some things never change."
He turned back to the rest of the people in the room. Nizer, Kranz, Baldor, Sephiria, and Belze were there, as well as the three Elders on screens. Everyone was staring at them, shocked, except Sephiria. Even Belze was shocked, although he hid it well. The Elders seemed to be trying their best to ignore them.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Train asked, blinking innocently at his colleagues.
"No, you're perfect as always," was Creed's immensely helpful response. He sat down on the floor next to Train and laid his head on Train's thigh.
"There was something on your face, and now the disgusting thins is on your leg!" Baldor yelled, looking disturbed.
"Huh? Oh, you're talking about Creed…" Train laid his hand on Creed's head absentmindedly.
"You let that sociopath kiss you!?"
"Uh, yeah. There's no point in trying to stop him; he'll just try again later. Besides, as long as its just a kiss, what's the big deal?"
" 'What's the big deal'?! Its just wrong!"
"And the fact that you're gay with Kranz isn't?"
"WHAT?! You-you insolent little-!!!"
"Enough!" Sephiria's clear voice echoed through the room. It was silent for a few minutes until Belze spoke up.
"We're not going to accomplish anything with those two here."
"You're right." Sephiria sighed. "Heartnet, you and your partner may leave if you wish. I know you've never liked this type of thing and Creed I s being too disruptive."
Train smiled. "You're right." Train and Creed stood up and walked to the door. "Bye! You'll tell me if anything important happens, right?"
"Yes, and if I know you, you won't listen and just do things your way."
"You got it!"
"Train, did you miss me?" Creed asked as he handed him a carton of milk from a nearby convenience store.
"Do you mean in the five minutes it took for you to buy this milk, or the two days you were locked up?" He continued walking with Creed at his side.
Creed blinked at him. "Did you miss me in the last five minutes?"
Train laughed. "Sorry, Creed, but it'll take more than five minutes. But, yes, I did miss you I suppose… Not as much as you missed me, I'm sure. I've gotten used to you always being there."
Creed's face lit up as he smiled. "Thank you, my dear cat!" He hugged Train tightly from behind, resting his chin on the Cat's shoulder, his sliver hair sliding across his cheek. "Train… You smell so good…"
"Er-That's nice and all, Creed, but we're in the middle of a busy road… This is definitely-" A car was coming straight toward them, so Train twisted around in Creed's grip, grabbed him around the waist and jumped, landing on the roof of the car, which was now honking. He jumped again, pulling Creed with him and landing in the street.
"What the hell, Creed?! You almost got us run over! Train pulled him to the sidewalk.
"Some how I doubt that the great Black Cat would meet his end on the bumper of a car…"
"Keep this up and the great Creed Diskenth will become very intimate with a car bumper." Train's harsh words didn't match his facial expression.
"I'd rather become very intimate with you."
"Not gonna happen!" Train answered in a teasing voice. "Especially if you can't catch me first!" And with that challenge of sorts, Train spun around and dashed away, expertly weaving thorough the crowds of people and then jumping on top of the roof of a building. Creed followed a short distance behind.
"And what happens when I catch you?"
Train laughed, but didn't slow down. "Ok, here's the deal: You have five minutes to catch me. But if I get away in less than a minute, you lose. If you win, I'll give you anything you want…. Almost anything as long as it doesn't involve sex. Ok?"
"Train, I wouldn't force you into it like that! I want you to want it and to never regret it!"
"Ok, whatever. We doing this or not?"
"Of course, my dear Cat!" Creed speed up, but so did Train. It wasn't going to be easy, that's for sure, but Creed wouldn't give up.
He figured out that simply running straight at him wouldn't work well, so he began cutting corners wherever he could. And he could usually predict where Train would go next because when you're on the roofs of buildings, there are only so many options. He was slowly gaining on him, but he wasn't sure if he'd make it in time.
"Come on, Creed! 2 minutes left!" Train looked at Creed over his shoulder, smirking. Right before he turned back around he caught his foot in a gutter and tumbled off the roof. He reacted quickly and caught the gutter, but now he was just hanging there and Creed was trying to catch him: not a good position to be in at all… Train saw Creed lean over the edge and smile at him, before reaching his hand out to grab Train's. But it didn't work as well as Creed had hoped, because as soon as his hand wrapped around Train's wrist, Train let go, and the sudden change in weight made Creed lose his balance and they both went tumbling to the ground.
When they hit the ground, Creed was quick to climb on top of Train and pin him to the ground.
"Ouch." Train said as though he didn't really mean it. "You're so mean to me, Creed! I fall off a building and what do you do?! You jump on top of me! You hate me, don't you?!"
"Wh-what?! I don't hate you!!!"
"Then get off!"
Creed started getting up, but then he stopped. "You're just trying to trick me, aren't you?"
Train laughed. "Of course!"
Creed leaned over, putting his lips a few centimeters from Train's ear, whispering, "It's not going to work, my dear Cat…" Creed then moved his lips to Train's neck, but before he could actually do anything, Train tried to push him away.
"Ok… Its been a minute… you can get off now…"
"What if I don't want to?"
"Then you don't get your prize!"
"Is that so?" Train thought that Creed wouldn't move, but then he climbed off, standing up. He held out his hand to Train who took it, and then he pulled Train to his feet.
"So, Creed, what do you want as your reward?"
A bit of a cliffhanger… It's not too bad. Anyway, if any of you have suggestions for what Creed will chose, tell me. I might use one of them. -
And happy belated Christmas and New Years! Oh, and happy belated birthday, Musal!
(1) I don't know why I decided to put a black cat on Train's phone. I just did it on a whim.
(2) Yay for slightly obscure references! Icarus is from Greek mythology. Basically, he was able to fly, thanks to a set of wax wings, but then he flew to close to the sun and they melted. And, well, I think you can figure out how that ended.
(3) The sometimes-vague hints of a relationship between Sephiria and Belze are for my sister, who loves that pairing.