A/N: Hello everybody and welcome to my "Black Cat" FanFic, "Healing Cat". It is inspired by one of my favorite Tokyo Mew Mew fan stories called "Healing". I really hope you enjoy this as much as I do. Enjoy!

Chapter 1
Mission Failure

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"My name is Train Heartnet, I'm known through out the country as the Black Cat: the 13th Time Guardian of Chronos.

Er, well, at least I was back when I was still only 16 years old when I was an Eraser.

But things change, people change.

This stray cat is no exception.

Many have asked me what caused my change of heart and me abandoning Chronos.

But do you want to know my story?

Like anything worth chasing it all started with a girl.

Saya was her name; the only one to have stolen my heart and friendship and save me from death's door.

This is our story, my story long before I left the Numbers behind me..."

A black blur.

That was all the man, young girl, and the armed escorts saw as the sounds of a pistel being readied to fire pierced the air, being loaded in a flash. And no sooner did this sound reach their ears a Casanova of a young teenaged boy with chestnut brown hair and piercing amber eyes came into focus. He had a tall figure built for speed and in his hand was a black, gold plated gun with the roman simbol for "13" on it. He wore a black trench coat, pants, and runners as well as a white button t-shirt under the coat. And on the right side of his chest was the same symbol on his pistel.

"Wh-who are you?"stuttered the much older, aging man.

The teen gave no answer for old, painful memories surfaced at the sight of the frightened child. This caused him to loose his resolve to finish his duty as an Eraser wavered.

"You won't touch the Boss!"snarled one man as he caught the Eraser prodigy by surpise.

"Crap!"thought Train in a mental panic as he tried to block the bullet with his prized gun, Hades.

But it was to no advail for all he could do was redirect the fired bullet shots so they missed the truly vital spots. Unfortunately that wasn't as lucky for one lan in his right arm, the other ricocheted off the walls and hit his left leg. Leaving him to shatter that heartless mask of his as he screamed to the heavens in his suffering before collapsing as his target escaped in the car, out of sight.

"C-come on...move Train, MOVE!"hissed Black Cat as he struggled to get to his feet with a pain-stricken gasps of effort.

All the while he did manage to get up and into the allyway, using the wall for support as a rail of blood was left in his wake. But, sadly Train's leg and arm gave way, causing him to once again fall to the ground in a pained grunt. With a frustrated hiss he forced himself back up again and shakily allowed himself to lean against the wall. He half-liddedly looked at his wounds then at his surroundings. Thank goodness he had enough sense to tell where he was.

"Heh, Snow Blossom Street, huh? hmph, figures."hissed Train, holding back another pain-stricken caterwaul from the shock wave that coursed through him.

If only he could get those bullets out.

Yes, it would make the wound bleed even more but it was better then this disgrace! "So, I still have a heart after all these years."Train thought as a sad smile graced him face as memories of his past surfaced, "Funny, such a surprise this is."

Train could no longer distinguish anything for his sight was blurred by pain and fatigue. He had lost a fair amount of blood as a defeated sigh escaped him, a sigh he had no clue he was holding. Even Train's piercing gaze had lost its brilliant golden sheen of its pools of amber.

"I guess...this is it for me. How humilating, the Black Cat dying of blood loss."he rasped, closing his eyes.

That was when he heard a shocked gasp of a teenaged girl reach his ears and then the quickening pace of running feet. Shakily, and tiredly, Train raised his head with half-lidded eyes to find a slender beauty. He swore it must have been an angel come to ease him from this suffering that was this currently painful existence.

From how little bit of awareness he had he could make out a floral kimino and plain sandals and a ruby necklace on this girl. The girl's eyes were a calming, soothing teal that seemed to glow like the moon. "So much like mom's eyes..."I thought, her words of desperate pleas not reach my ears before blackness swallowed me entirely.

Saya looked at the badly wounded stranger in horror, slightly panicking. That is until she checked again and saw he was indeed still alive. "Oops, there I go again with jumping to conclusions too quickly."she thought with a sigh of relief.

Hey, are you still with me, here?"she asked, waving her hand infront of his face.

Train gave no response.

With a frustrated huff and sigh she shook her head lightly, "I guess not. Oh man, this going to be a problem."

So, as gently and as quickly as the young sweeper could she hoisted the brown-haired teen's good arm over her shoulders. Then she got him to his feet bbefore moving down the ally with equal care. She knew shortcut back to her apartment on Seacove Streat. It took her awhile and it was amazing nobody had paid any attention to them...then again, she did stick to the allyways the best she could. But the duo soon arrived at Saya's appartment and through out the entire trip Saya had noticed this guy had woken up at least once but not long enough to say anything, just to notice some how somebody found him.

"You'll be ok, I promise you i won't let anything happen to you."she whispered, halfly to further erase any doubts that surfaced on the way here.

"Now, where can I put you for now?"she thought aloud as she looked around her home.

Her place was like that of any other tomboyish teenaged girl her age. With a dash of girl stuff here and there. But after a moan escaped her charge she hastily desided on her guest room right next to her room. So, with haste she went into the room and placed him on the bed. The gust room itself sported plain white walls with hanging plants here and there. The bed was pretty much just a plain wooden framed bed with blue sheets and a navy blue fuzzy blanket with a little black and white kitten fooling around. Beside it was a window on the left and the nightstand on the right that had a small dital clock.

The room itself was pretty plain otherwise.

But it would serve its purpose.

Quickly she dashed out to the washroom and grabbed her first aid kit from under the sink as well as some warm water and a cloth to clean up those wounds. But she knew the difficult part would be those blasted bullets.

Experience taught her it hurt like heck to remove them. Which made Saya very uneasy at the thought as she returned to the assassin's side. She was no fool; she had seen the roman numberal tattoo on the right side of his chest. That mark made him a member of the Time Guardians...he was the infamous Black Cat she had heard rumors about here and there.

"Er, snap out of it Saya! He's still only human, and right now he needs help...those bullet need to be removed."Saya said, shaking her head, feeling flustered.

But she careful moved to prop him up and removed his trench coat but the shirt she had well, cut it off. Shirts could be replaced, but people were another deal altogether! Slowly she took out some tweezers and directed the table lamp at his shoulder and arm. She took a deep breath and moved to remove the pesky bullet from his arm, saying words of apology as she did.

No sooner did Saya make this motion Train' s eyes snapped wide open as he screamed, tears of suffering streaming down his face as he tried to get away from the sensation out of instint but Saya was faster and restrained him. "I'm, so sorry Mr. Black Cat! Please just bare with me." was what just barely reached the young Chronos member's ears. But he gave a small nod as Saya moved onto the second one. She repeated the process but by the time she reach the last one poor Train was out cold again, the pain being too much to bare.

But she did manage to finally finish what had to be done right done cleaning the wounds and bandaging them up. With a tired sigh she left for her room for what was left of the night. "All there is left to do is just hope for the best."she thought.

Saya just hoped theis young teen would survive the night.