Author's Note: Phew. Alright, so I've realized that progress is kinda slow for my other two stories right now. I just can't seem to muster up enough grit to force some inspiration outta myself. So, while my head clears and I get my act back together, I've decided to start up another fic to maybe jumpstart my train of creativity. I have determined that I will now enter the brilliant, wonderful fandom of Black Cat, rendered by the amazing, fantasic Yabuki Kentaro-san himself. Anyone in this particular fandom neither needs to care about nor know what I was talking about before with my other stories. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy. Hopefully this can get me out of my funk.

Disclaimer: All rights to Black Cat belong to none other than the godly Yabuki-sama himself. All I own is my plot.

Well, read, review, and enjoy!

The girl stared up at the school, her magenta eyes slanted in what could only be described as apathy as her slender form stood rigid. Locks of golden hair were swept along the breeze so that lone strands tickled her cheeks and nose. She raised one hand to tuck the rebellious strands behind her ear.

The grounds, though neat and expansive, seemed normal enough. The warning bell tolled out and echoed throughout the large school. Everything seemed normal, perhaps rather...bigger than a regular school, but normal all the same. Yet....the girl thought that it somehow appeared....intimidating. Only slightly, however.

Behind her, a woman who bore strikingly similar features poked her head out of the window of a car.

"Eve....are you sure you're alright with this? I mean, transferring so suddenly....it's rather a lot to take in at once."

The girl turned around at the call.

"I told you before, mom. I'll be fine. It makes no difference to me where I'll go to school."

Yes. No difference at all. She was glad to be able to make things convenient in any way for her mother. There was no difference, in the slightest. It's not like there was anything she was attached to in her hometown. So long as everyone kept to their own devices and left her alone, she wouldn't bother them, and everything would be exactly as it was before.

"Are you sure? It's the middle of the semester...you'll have to adjust so quickly..."

Eve waved her comment off.

"It's fine. I'll be okay."

Her mother nodded.

"If you say so. Well, alright then. Sorry, but you'll have to walk back by yourself...I have to work pretty late, so...."

"That's fine." It was only about a twenty minute walk from the school, anyway. They had moved in pretty close.

"Alright, honey. Have fun. I love you."

"Love you too, mom."

Her mother drove off, and Eve watched as the car retreated into the distance until it had become nothing more than a blue speck against the vast skyline.

Eve sighed.

"Well, I suppose I'd better get to class before I'm late...."

Eve first stopped by the office to receive her locker number and schedule.

"Hello!" the cheery attendant called out as Eve entered.

"H-Hi....um....I'm-"

"You're our new transfer student?" the attendant abruptly cut in.

Eve blinked.

"Y-Yes."

"Let's see..." the attendant murmured as she thumbed through some files.

"Ah! Here we go. Eve Lunatique, yes?"

"Y-Yeah," Eve responded.

The attendant smiled.

"Okay, here's your schedule, locker number and combination....and later when you have time, you'll have to take a picture for your ID card and the yearbook, is that alright?"

She nodded.

"Y-Yes, that'd be fine."

"Your first period is World History, in room 204. I realize that since you just transferred, you might not be used to our four by four block schedule, so...."

"I-It's fine. Thanks for your help." Eve gathered her belongings and stood up to leave.

The attendant blinked.

"You're sure you don't want any help? I could get someone to show you to your first class....the school's kinda big, after all."

Eve shook her head.

"I'll be okay by myself."

"Well, if you're sure. Then I hope your first day here will be a pleasant one!" She smiled.

Eve nodded her thanks, then left the office.

She wandered the halls, looking at the lockers lined along the wall.

"Locker 1276....1276.....Here it is."

She spun the dial and opened the locker, first withdrawing a few binders and a textbook, before putting her backpack inside the locker and then lightly swung the locker closed.

She glanced at her watch. The little hand pointed just slightly past the number one.

"Eight 0' seven...." She had eight minutes to find her class.

She hurried towards the door and rushed inside with a minute to spare. Chest heaving slightly, she made her way to an empty seat and quietly sat down, placing her books and binders on the desk. Nobody seemed to notice her come in and all students in the room continued chatting as they had before Eve walked in.

A few moments after Eve sat down, the teacher walked in. To be precise, it was more of a sprint. Her blonde hair was disheveled, and her face, though attractive, was panting with exertion.

"Sorry I'm late, class. I had a little....well, I just had something to take care of. Anyway, settle down."

At her request, the class begrudgingly dispersed, so that each student who was not already seated crawled reluctantly into his or her seat.

The teacher looked down at her lesson plan.

"Oh." She straightened up and cleared her throat, before shifting her gaze to Eve.

"Well, class, before we begin today....we have a transfer student, who from now on will be attending Chronos High with the rest of you. If you would do so kindly....please stand up and introduce yourself. And tell us one thing that interests you."

Eve blinked, surprised at being so abruptly asked to do something.

She hastily stood, standing to one side of her mahogany desk.

"U-Um....My name is Eve Lunatique. I-I hope that we can get along. Uh....one thing that interests me....I guess that'd be books. I like reading." She then quietly sat back down.

The teacher smiled.

"Well, Eve, let me be the first to say that I hope you can comfortably adjust to our school. I am Sephiria Arks, your history teacher. Miss Arks is fine for whenever you wish to address me."

Sephiria continued with her lesson, leaving Eve to her own thoughts.

I guess she seems nice enough....well, it doesn't matter to me, I suppose.

For the duration of the period, Eve listened, and, though she was diligent, her half-lidded violet eyes clearly expressed her boredom.

With one minute to the bell, Eve began to pack her things.

"Alright class, that's it for today. Homework: read the entire chapter and write the definitions of each term, like always. Oh, and Eve!"

Eve paused in the middle of shoving a notebook into her bag.

"Y-Yes?"

"Since it's your first day here, I think we should have someone show you around the school for the rest of the day in between periods, and show you to your classes as well. The locations of the classrooms can get kind of confusing."

Before Eve could utter any sort of protest, Sephiria scanned the room, arching an eyebrow when she saw a boy leaning back against his chair, his honey-golden eyes glazed over with boredom as he stared out the window his desk was against. His dark hair was pointed in several places as his chin rested on his hand.

"Okay, Train, thanks ever so much for volunteering."

The boy, at the mention of his name, abruptly sat up, suddenly rigid.

"W-Wait, what?"

"You didn't hear me? You are to escort our new transfer student to her classes and show her around the school while you're at it. No objections, I hope?"

"H-Hey, you can't just-"

Eve suddenly broke in.

"U-Um, honestly, it's fine, Miss Arks. I can manage on my own."

Sephiria waved her comment off.

"Nonsense. I insist that Train help you on your first day."

"Just a moment!" Train exclaimed. "Since when can our history teacher just assign us off to non-classroom related activies? Don't I get a say in this?"

Sephiria narrowed her eyes, her smile not fading, but suddenly becoming more sinister.

"Oh, I'm not forcing you to do anything, Train. I'm just making a suggestion, a suggestion I feel that you ought to follow. Don't you agree, Train, that we can't just leave our new student hanging like this? Don't you feel...." Her gaze turned murderous. "...obligated?"

Train gulped, then shuddered.

"A-Alright, alright." he grunted. "I'll show her around the stupid school."

"Then it's settled!" Sephiria cheerfully exclaimed.

The bell rang, its screech echoing through the halls.

Eve shouldered her bag and stared back at Train.

He sighed, before slinging his bag over his shoulder as well and walking towards her with his hands in his pocket.

"Well, let's get going, then. What did you say your name was?"

"Eve." She replied quietly. Her body tensed up as she apprehensively stared up at his face.

Train raised one eyebrow. His facial expression changed ever so slightly, indicating amusement.

"No need to be so....defensive. I won't bite."

Eve silently followed him to her next class and stared warily at his back, which was covered in a leather jacket.

He looked back at her and chuckled.

"Not so talkative, are we?"

Eve glared at him and said nothing.

Train stopped in front of a door, and leaned one arm against the wall.

"Well, here we are. Room 427, your next class. I guess I'll be back to help you out after second period, during lunch...."

Eve cautiously followed his movements with her fuchsia eyes. Her lips remained tight.

"Heh, for someone so....pampered, you seem awfully reserved."

Eve blinked.

"Me? Pampered?"

Train grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yeah. I mean, the way you are to me....you just seem so....elegant." He smirked. " Like a princess."

Eve glared at him.

He's teasing me!

Train looked her in the eyes.

"Yup, just like a princess.....as if you were a porcelain doll." He broke in sudden laughter.

He placed one hand on top of her head and ruffled her hair as he walked past her.

"See ya around...Lil' Princess."

She continued to glare at his retreating back, as he rounded the corner, hands in his pockets.

She "hmphed" in slight frustration.

As she opened the door and entered the classroom, she considered, with a sigh, that although she's only known him for about four minutes, she could already tell, what with his mocking demeanor and annoyingly vibrant gold eyes, that he was the kind of person who would inevitably infuriate her to no end.

With a grimace on her face, Eve realized that, perhaps, her time at this school would contain much more aberration than she had originally bargained for, or ever cared to comprehend.

Author's Note: Whoo! First chapter of Butterfly Effect done! Wow....it's pretty short. Hmm. Sorry for that, but it seemed an appropriate place to end. Well, in any case, review to let me know how I did! Is it worthy of the fandom? Lol. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! I sure enjoyed writing it. Eve and Train are such fun characters to mess around with.

Random Quotation of the Day:

"Courage is the magic that turns dreams into reality."

Did I really just do that? Did I really just take that particular quotation from Dawn of the New World? I must be losing my mind. That's the only explanation. Richter has successfully bored into my head with that most annoying quotation of quotations.