A/N: I'd like to start this off by saying I adore Sven and Saya, but this idea was just too tempting to pass up. I feel like, in the manga, Sven and Saya heal the big wounds Eve and Train are inflicted with, and they only get to clean up each other's small cuts that are left behind. So I thought, "What if they saved each other, somehow? Wouldn't that be cool?"

I'm not sure how long this will last – I've never really been very good at sticking to lengthy stories. This is a big jump for me, and we'll just have to see how it goes.

Now, without further ado, onwards, into The Black Cat and His Bloody Princess!

Chapter 1

~Slip~

Train had never seen an angel before.

The only people he had met since his parents' death were ruthless assassins like himself or the worthless, corrupted trash he was sent to clean up. It was very unusual for him to come in contact with someone who still had an innocent look in their eyes or a naïve nature.

So when he climbed up onto his roof, milk in hand, he was shocked to discover a small girl instead of a stray cat sitting in his favorite spot. She was sitting on the very edge of the roof, hugging her folded legs to her chest and resting her chin on her knees. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back, pink eyes staring at the moon with confusion, as if she couldn't figure out why it was in the sky. In the starlight, she almost…glowed.

Angel, Train thought as he silently sat down as far as he could from her. She looks like an angel.

Antisocial as he was, he decided not to bother her. He popped the lid on his milk bottle, pouring it into the bowl beside him, trying to stay quiet so the girl wouldn't be alerted to his presence. A small black cat hurried towards him, mewing as it lapped up the pearly white liquid.
Soft footsteps approached him, and Train was surprised to find the angelic girl suddenly standing beside him. She was looking at the tiny cat with intrigued eyes.

"Is that…a cat?" she asked. Her voice sounded strangely empty, but curious at the same time. As if she was filled with emotion but didn't know how to express it.

Train just stared at her for a moment, not used to talking to normal civilians. Of course, a child that talked to strangers on rooftops during the ungodly hours when night turned to morning couldn't be completely normal.

She wasn't bothered by his lack of response. Bending down, she cautiously reached a hand out towards the feline, looking absolutely amazed. The cat took one look at her and ran away, obviously a very skittish animal, as strays tended to be.

Train expected her to be hurt, but she just stared after the creature, eyes filled with fascination and wonder. "I have…never seen a cat before…"

Against his better judgment, Train found himself replying. "You haven't?" he asked. His voice sounded gruff. He wasn't used to talking, especially to children.

"I have not," she affirmed. She sat down beside him, staring at the bottle in his hand, still half-full of milk. "What is…that?" she questioned, pointing to the drink.

Well, she's just full of curiosity, Train thought with slight amusement. He raised the bottle to her eyelevel, swinging it back and forth. The girl's eyes remained transfixed on the sloshing liquid, as if mesmerized. "Milk," he answered.

She still looked a little puzzled. "What does it do?"

Tilting his head, Train studied her with a confused expression. She had never seen a cat before? Didn't know what milk was? What was wrong with this kid?

"You drink it," he finally answered.

"Like water. Or wine," she mused.

"You know about wine? But not milk?" Train couldn't help but wonder why he was talking so much. Usually he never said more than a few words to someone. Why hadn't he brushed this girl off yet? Too interesting, I guess, he decided.

"Father* drinks wine a lot."

"Your father, huh?"

"…Yes…"

Silence stretched over them before she eventually stood up, staring off into the distant starry sky. She seemed to be contemplating something.

"I must go," she finally told him. "Before they realize I am gone. Father has his servants check on me at midnight."

"Midnight curfew. Like Cinderella," Train replied. He was trying to test her, see just how sheltered this girl was. Every little girl in the world knew about Cinderella. If she didn't, it meant something was seriously wrong. Not that it really mattered to him, but he had to admit his interest was raised.

"Who is Cinderella?"

Yep, something was definitely off. "She's a fairytale princess."

"What are fairytales? ...You think I'm a princess?"

"Sure, Little Princess," he replied sarcastically. The princess frowned. At least she knew when she was being mocked.

"I am going," she said, looking insulted. She turned away from him abruptly, taking a step towards the edge of the roof…

…her foot slipped, a shocked expression dominating her features as she fell, her back hitting the rough shingles. Still too stunned to react, she started to tumble like a ragdoll towards the edge of the roof.

Train's heart skipped a beat, his soft spot for children taking control. Instinctively, he jumped off the roof, diving towards her. He grabbed her around her shoulders, clenching his teeth as they sped towards the ground together.

Great, Train thought bitterly, I've got her, but how does that help either of us? It's not like I can fly!

Suddenly, Train found himself staring at the girl's long golden tresses in amazement as her hair started to…transform?

Her hair formed something like a parachute, slowing their descent. She landed gracefully on the ground, Train still holding her by her shoulders. But then she wobbled and fell, bringing him down with her. Apparently, she was still a little dizzy from the fall.

Lying on the hard street, Train gaped at the small girl in his arms. She looked a little shaken herself.

"What are you?" Train whispered.

She ignored him. "You…smell like blood…," she said, her eyes unfocused. "I smell blood all over you hands…"

The town's clock stroke twelve, loud chimes informing the citizens of the late hour. The girl's eyes sharpened and she squirmed in Train's arms, trying to escape. "I must go, before Father realizes I am missing," she said, almost desperately, struggling in his grasp. Train barely noticed.

"What are you?" he repeated. She stopped fighting for a moment, her eyes turning dead and apathetic.

"I am…the demon," she responded, emotionless. And then she was out of his arms, leaving him lying on the cold street as she ran away from him.

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* So, I'm not exactly sure what Eve calls Torneo at first, but I believe she calls him father in the manga once, when she meets her old self in Doctor's warp world. Makes sense, I guess.

A/N: There you go. The first chapter! Kind of…odd, I think. I dunno. But here it is! I hope you liked it! I promise more TrainxEve will be coming soon! Oh, and I know he talks a lot for Angst!Train, but I think he'd open up more to a calm child than to an energetic woman. I dunno, that's just my opinion.

In the next chapter, we'll see Creed, I 'spose. Maybe. Hm.

By the way, this is going to contain a mix of events that occurs in both the manga and the anime, but mostly just stuff that comes from my own brain juice. And I can promise you that Train won't be his emo self much longer, 'cuz I suck at writing Angst!Train. It kills me a little inside :'(

Please tell me if I should continue this~!