A/N: alright guys this is my first ever attempt at writing a fanfic. And when I say first it means like for the first time in your life first. Anyways I came up with the idea that what would happen if somehow the Tsubasa group ended up meeting the BLACK CAT and co. in the following story I have attempted to do just that. This fic is set in the timeline of events taking place around chapter 180 of the Tsubasa manga and four years after the events of BLACK CAT.

Once again I'll say "this is my first ever fanfic" so please have a kind heart and read on. I swear it's not bad. (I hope) ahehehe... anyways I'll stop chattering and let you guys decide how it is. Please read and review while I hide under my bed.

Here goes…no wait I totally forgot. I'm still missing a couple of things.

1 WARNING: may contain spoilers so read at own risk!

2 DISCLAIMER: okay so erm here goes.

I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic (sob sob…) everything here either belongs to CLAMP or SHONEN JUMP (but I sure wish I did. sigh)

I guess that's about it. So start reading what I wrote already…

'Aren't the soul and this body enough?' asked a young man dressed in black, a strange crest in the shape of a bat across his shoulder. He wore small spectacles supported on his nose. The speaker looked at his master with a surprised look on his face. The master was a tall man with a cleft chin and he wore an eye piece on his right eye. Beside him was an unmoving body of a young girl. Her brown hair fell about her face and hid her closed eyes.

'no,' replied the master looking at the unconscious girl on the floor briefly, he sat on a high throne in front of a dark banner, carrying a bat shaped crest not very unlike the one on the young man's shoulder. 'In order to achieve that power I still need an object.'

The young man look even more puzzled. He had retrieved the final piece, the body engraved with the map of the dimensions. What else could it be that his master still required?

'I want you and the clone to go and retrieve some more artifacts.' He said quietly, 'one is a creation like no other; something that surpasses even my own...' He said in the same quiet flat tone looking past his servant. The man turned back to look at what his master was watching. His gaze fell upon a young boy, around fourteen, with cold emotionless and mismatched eyes (one was hazel while the other was blue as ice). His clothes were bloody and his face devoid of expression, he simply stood there in silence as the master spoke once more.

'I want you two to get me that weapon.'

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He woke up with a start, cold sweat making his shirt cling to his body. The room was still dark but moonlight filtered in through the gap in the curtains. Breathing heavily he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and sat up. The same nightmare, over and over again. He had thought that after four years he would have gotten over her death by now.

He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of milk. Removing the lid from the top he walked out to the roof of his recently rented flat. Taking a swig from the bottle he sat down and stared at the moon. Memories from his past flooded over him.

They had met on a moonlit night like this, four years ago. Although she had been murdered soon afterwards; meeting her had changed him forever.

She had said that they had been similar in a way "we both like rooftops." Even though he had always been distant to everyone, letting no one in on his life, she had been the first to break the barrier he had made. She had been his first ever true friend; the one who had taught him the meaning of freedom. The one who had helped him escape from the prison that was "Chronos". She had also been the one who had taught him the proper use of "Hades." his orichalcum made gun engraved with the symbol of bad luck, the Roman numeral XIII. The perfect number for the harbinger of bad-luck, the black cat. That had been his sole identity while he had worked for Chronos but after he met her he began to question his beliefs about the right and wrong and soon afterwards he left them for good. The remaining numbers tried to bring him back; they tired to talk some sense (according to them) into him but all that was futile. He had made up his mind.

He would never kill again.

He felt something rub against his leg. "Meow." Looking down he saw a white cat rubbing its face against his leg, looking up expectantly at the bottle of milk in his hand.

'So you've come back, huh?' he said looking at the cat.

"Meow?"

'Guess I have no other choice then.' He sighed as he got up and pulled out a small saucer from beneath the bench he was sitting on.

"So you do like cats." A voice echoed distantly in his mind as he poured milk into the saucer. The cat began lapping it up happily.

Sighing to himself he put the bottle down and walked to the very edge of the roof. A gentle warm breeze played about his face, making the lights of the vast city that expanded before him shimmer slightly.

He had been the youngest person ever to be taken into the Chronos numbers. An elite group of assassins and he had been the jewel in their crown; he had always been cold and ruthless when he was doing his job. No exceptions because none lived to tell the tale after being targeted by him.

That is until he met her.

"A gun is a tool to kill people." His own irritated voice echoed in his mind.

"It's just how you use it." Her laughter tinkled once more in reply.

Just as he had been an assassin, she had been a sweeper, a very successful one too, but she always brought her catch in alive. He himself had witnessed one such incident in which she had single handedly arrested a homicidal maniac, who by the way could corrode anything he touched and had already killed nineteen women.

"Meow." The cat rubbed its nose against his leg and took off.

'Well, I guess that's it for tonight.' He said to himself as he picked up the bottle and walked back inside.

Next morning he was awoken by the constant ringing of his cell-phone. He groped around for it on his side table, without even bothering to lift his head.

'Hello?' he spoke into the pillow.

'KURO-SAMA' came a high pitched excited reply from the mobile.

'Kyoko?' he gasped, fully awake all of a sudden, hurrying up into a sitting position.

'That's right.' The girl replied happily. 'I was just getting soo bored and then I remembered that I hadn't talked to Kuro-sama in a long while,' she said moodily, 'so' her voice became bright all of a sudden, 'I decided I should call him and say hello.'

'But you just called yesterday,' he blustered out in frustration.

'I know.' She chirped, 'it's been sooo long since then.' She laid special emphasis on "so"

'Right,' he replied checking his watch, which lay on his side table, for the time.

"Only 7:15" he sighed.

'Listen Kyoko.' He said quickly before the girl started ranting on about something, 'aren't you late for school?'

"Please be." He thought hopefully.

'Ah. Oh my gosh!' she exclaimed.

"Yes!" he thought happily.

'Kuro-sama you're right.' She said quickly, 'I'm gonna be late! But I guess that was worth it.' She added thoughtfully, 'after all I got to talk to my Kuro-sama.'

'Oh no.' she said quickly in mortified tones, 'did I say my?' she asked, 'I guess I did.' She giggled before he could reply, 'but then maybe it's okay for me to say so.' She continued happily while giggling, 'after all…' she paused and then screamed.

'Kyoko?' he asked worriedly.

'Oh my gosh.' She screamed, 'ohmygosh. Ohmygosh. ohmygosh.' she repeated again and again. "I'm late." She finally announced, 'sorry Kuro-sama, I have to go, I'll call you again once I get to school.' She promised, 'okay bye.'

He shook his head as he put back his cell on the side table and headed off for the bath room.

He had met Kyoko six months after leaving Chronos.

"Six months after her death." A voice said in his mind, he pushed it away but pushing things away didn't turn them into bad dreams. It was true because Saya had died long before he had decided to become a sweeper himself. In fact he had chosen this particular line of profession in her memory. Kyoko had been obsessed with him ever since he had single handedly saved her from a dozen or so thugs, who had tried to do things their way with her. But that too had been three and a half years ago. She should have gotten over him by now.

Yet for some reason she called him, religiously, everyday. He had even run into her a lot of times. And personally he thought he didn't mind that if it wasn't for the fact that every single time they did she would scream her two favorite words.

"KURO-SAMA" and launch herself on top of him, just so she could kiss him…. but his ever ready white kitty would save him from that….erm… awkward greeting?

"why in the world did I tell her that?" he cursed a little annoyed whenever she did that, because after he had saved her, she had wanted to know his name. Not wanting to give his real name away he had told her indifferently, "black cat." And that was when she had given him the name "Kuro-sama".

'Maybe I would have been better off if I had told her my real name.' he mused as he walked out of his flat and into the bright summer sunshine. He had come to this city looking for a new target, since that was what sweepers (bounty hunters, a very respectable profession) did, although he still had enough amount of money still left from his previous catch.

He headed down the road towards the one place where he knew he would find what he was looking for. The bell jingled overhead as the door closed behind him.

'Yo train,' called a tall woman with short golden hair held back by a black hair band, 'long time no see?' she said as she wiped a glass with a small rag. She was heavy built in stature and had a don't-mess-with-me look on her face, that had always 

been there so nothing new about that. She wore a plain white apron on top of her green full sleeved shirt. She was almost twice his age.

'Hello Annette.' Train replied as he sat down on the chair in front of the counter. The bar was full as usual with all sorts of sweepers. 'I've been busy in Pamilion for a while.'

'I see.' She said putting the glass down, 'so I guess it's gonna be the usual for you?' she said.

Train nodded looking towards the notice board, where several wanted posters were attached.

'There aren't many new guys up there.' Annette said as she came back to the counter with a plate heaped with fried bread crusts and a bottle of milk,

'Just one guy named "Tamashi Dram",' Train said as he pulled off the wanted poster of the man in question and headed back to the counter. It man had a reward of 150,000 grand on his head.

'yeah,' Annette nodded, 'wanted for murdering young girls, apparently by stabbing them in the heart,' she said as train looked at the unusual (for us) breakfast. 'To tell you the truth though,' she said in a bit lowered voice as Train started to eat, 'he actually ripped them out of those poor soles while they were still alive. And after that he uses his sword to cut them up. '

Train ate in silence without replying. She had been killed in the same way by his partner (a fellow Chronos eraser, who had been obsessed with him because of his skill as an assassin, he had wanted Train to join him in his quest… but that is another story.) the man in question, whom Train had thought responsible for her death all along, in the end turned out to be brainwashed by some other nameless mastermind. That mastermind had been the real culprit but even though he had searched for him high and low, Train never found where he vanished.

'Heard from Sven or Eve lately?' she asked eyeing him closely, as he came out of his reverie.

'I ran into them a couple of years ago but haven't heard from them ever since.' Train said as he removed the lid from the bottle of his favorite drink, milk.

'Last I heard they were in Peshwi,' Annette said as she watched him drain the bottle off in a single gulp.

'And what about Rins?' he asked as he put the bottle down and got up to leave.

'She and Jenos got engaged last month.' Annette informed him. 'They are on vacation somewhere.'

'Right.' He nodded in reply. Sven and Eve had been almost like a family for him. where Eve had been his little sister, Sven had played the role of his guardian (in a way, since Train had really strained, the poor ex-detective's and a starving sweeper's, already meager income to its limits while he had been with them; but that had been just to annoy him.) Rins, a famous female thief, had employed them for a while back then and Jenos, also a Chronos number (number VII) had also joined forces with them for a while.

'Oh and Train.' Annette said as he started towards the exit.

'Yeah?' he stopped.

'While in Kashmir,' she said, 'be sure you pay a visit to Yuuko.'

'Yuuko?' he whirled around.

'Yeah.' Annette nodded, 'she asked me to pass this on to you.'

He had met that woman a few of times, long black hair and a small yet delicate face. She had an aura of some strange power about her. Kyoko had said that she owned a shop of some sort but every time she took him there all Train could ever see was…

Well nothing more than an empty plot where her shop was supposed to be… yup that's right... a stinking empty plot!

'It's okay if Kuro-sama can't see her shop,' Kyoko had said when he had told her that it was just a plot; 'the shop is visible to only those who really need it.'

He had looked at her inquisitively and then just shrugged as she started giggling and Yuuko appeared at the fence all of a sudden. How she had gotten there so fast, escaped Train but for some reason he never bothered. He had seen weird stuff before.

He walked out of the bar and looked down the empty street. (It was noon and people preferred to stay indoors at that time of the day during summer).

'Alright.' He said to himself, 'then I'm off to Kashmir.' He said as he started walking towards his rented flat to collect his stuff. He would get there till evening.

Why Kashmir you might ask? Well that is where, Annette had said Tamashi was.

"Finding him might not be a very big problem." He thought as he opened the door to his flat. After all he had spent quite some time in that place and he knew of all the likely places where crooks might hide.

A/N: phew. This sure was long but I wrote it in less than two hours…anyways reviews would be extremely welcome. Tell me where I messed up or what more I could have done (or vice versa). By the way the Tsubasa group makes an entry in the next chapter.