The Telling Cat

Chapter 1 – Prologue

~Standard Disclaimer

"No! You don't get it, Sven!"

"What am I not getting? You liked her, I understand that, but you need to get over her! You can't keep going and nearly getting yourself killed every time Creed shows up!"

"It's not like that!"

"You sure, Train, 'cause that's what it seems like to me!"

His partner's posture was lined with tension and fury, his eyes flashed in aggravation, then swirled in defeat, the usually good natured male threw his hands up in surrender. Though not as a declaration of his loss, but as temporary postponement to their conversation, and proceeded to stomp out of the room.

Train stopped halfway to the stairs, turned his amber irises to the window, and changed direction. Sven, on the other side of the loft, regarded him with caution as he pushed the wooded pane open and swung himself out. A hefty breeze let itself roam into the area from the squared entrance to the outside, then, not even seconds after his friend vanished through the window did he run over to it.

Is he crazy! I couldn't have made him mad enough to...

Pale green hair drifted in the cool air as the head attached worked its way out of the opening, shock etched into his face as Sven stared down a 10 story, free fall, knowing the former assassin could survive the fall he couldn't help but worry for his safety.

"Come to apologize?" A voice drawled from above.

Reflex caused the man to jerk his head up, slamming it into the metal latch that locks the window to the sill, teeth grit, and scowl firmly on his mouth, he sputtered, "Wha-!"

Cat-like pupils peered at him from over the edge of the roof, and rolled irritatingly, "Did. You. Come. To. Apologize?" Every word was enunciated with as much condescending sarcasm as he could lace into the sentence.

Even with the heavy bangs and an eyepatch as black as pitch, Train could still tell he was being glared at from the man two, maybe three feet below him.

He received a tsk in response.

So that would be a no...

The brunette watched as the beige hat removed its presence from his sight and knew Sven had pulled back inside...and shut the window, his only other way inside, judging by the crack that soon followed the elder mans retreat.

Train blew out a sigh, closed his eyes, and let his face relax, pushing himself further on the hotels shingles, he laid back. Black clothed legs, right crossed over his left, were stretched out in front of him, his arms tucked under his messy brown hair, bent at the elbow were pointed upwards.

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