My second fanfic! Yes! I wanted to make a longer one this time... So I hope it'll turn outgood .
I'm sorry for the pretty shortchapter. I just wanted to end it there to keep the suspense...
Please read it and rewiev! I'll love to have critic to help improve my writing! I'm trying the best I can, but I'm really sorry for eventual grammar mistakes and so on .
Well, please enjoy it!
He's walking down the small road, panting. The injury at his right shoulder is serious. He can barely walk anymore, and his vision has become all blurry. He's cursing his stupid prey for being so damn conflicting. In the end the prey had blown himself up, dragging along some bystanders, and a little bit of his persuader. The white t-shirt is torn a little, so that a tattoo is fully seen. The unlucky number 13 written in roman digits is decorating the left collar bone. The prove he was once a legend. That tattoo is one of the only proofs, he was once a feared person among even the toughest guys all over the world. He was once the legendary assassin the Black Cat. If anyone who knows about him would have seen him in this condition, they would've laughed at him. The legendary Black Cat dying from just a simple attack by a prey. How pathetic. His vision becomes blurry. "What a mess. This ain't good at all..." he murmurs, just before he faints.
He can smell something nice, someone is probably cooking. He tries to sit up, but his whole body hurts. He crumbles a little in pain, figures out it'd probably just be better for him to lay down again. A humming is heard. A woman's humming, which slowly turns into a singing. She sings well. He looks around the room. It's a small room, a table with a computer is standing at the opposite wall, a TV is in front of the bed placed on a desk, next to him there's a small table, a bookcase is next to a door leading longer into the apartment at the wall to the right. The bookcase is full of books, files and a lot of loose paper sheets. Apparently one big mess. The last wall only contains a window. He can see that this isn't the ground floor.
"Oh, you're awake!" The woman has suddenly appeared. She has long, black hair tied up in a ponytail, and she's wearing a white, traditional kimono with pink and violet flowers. Her eyes are emerald green and almost sparkling. She's very pale, has a perfect nose and a little mouth painted red. In her hands she's carrying a tray with food and a glass of water. She sees, he's looking at it.
"It's for you," she explains. She walks closer to him, and puts down the tray on the table next to the bed. "Here you go." She smiling at him. With a lot of effort he manage to sit up, and starts eating. He looks at her, examining. She laughs a little. "Don't worry, I'm a friend," she tells him. He's not really sure, but he accepts her for now. If she wanted to kill him, she could just have done it while he was unconscious. He eats slowly and silent. The food is very tasty.
"My name is Kaorin Hinamori." She bows her head and looks at him. He don't understand what she wants him to do at first. Then he gets it. He sinks the food in his mouth.
"I'm Train Heartnet." He smiles at her and continues with his food. He finishes, and she takes the plate and goes off to the other room. He lays down again, notices the pain has subdued a little. Yet again he hears the humming in the kitchen.
"Train, you moron!" A fist hits Train in the head at full speed. He moans and rubs his head.
"Hey, Svenny, it really wasn't my fault!" Train complains. "He didn't want to cooperate!"
After recovering, he has met up with his partner Sven. A little girl is standing next to Sven looking with a bored expression at Train.
"You know, if I killed him we wouldn't get a bit!" Train is still defensing himself.
"You idiot! Now you're hurt, AND we didn't got the money!"
"Yes, you really are an idiot..." it is heard from the little girl.
"Come on princess, there really wasn't anything I could do. Sven why does the princess always take your party?"
"Probably because she knows you're an idiot." Sven says bluntly. The little girl nods. Train sighs.
"I'll take my leave," he says. "Why don't you two find our next prey in the meanwhile?" Sven waves. The little girl doesn't do anything.
"I'll see you at the hideout at 4!"
He walks around in the city. He has really nothing to do, so he's just doing a little scouting. The city is called Relone City and is a pretty big one. He goes to the place he had discovered the prey, Relone Square, the place in the whole city with the most people. Of course. There's still a mess at the place, the police is present, ambulances, people is standing by to see if anything interresting is happening. Train is wondering what takes the rescuers and the police so long. After all the incident happened in the morning, several hours ago.
"It was that guy!" someone is suddenly shouting. Train turns around. A young woman next to a police officer is pointing at him. "He was the one who pointed the gun at the dead person!"
The officer is approaching him. He's holding a policeman's badge. "Police. Will you please come along?" Train sighs. Tough luck, huh? There's no point in resisting, so Train just tags along in silence.
He is taken to the police station. Actually a very small one when you know it's the only one in the whole city. But it probably can't be helped when the jail isn't the same place as the police station. Train is asked to hand over his weapon. He does it, but not in good will. His gun is his other partner, and also a memory from his assassin time. The black, decorated gun also with the XIII engraved. The gun is called Hades. The officer, who receives it, takes the gun out of the holster. From his reaction, Train can see he recognizes it.
"Don't tell me you're..." Train smirks and shows him the tattoo. They leave him. He's staring at them with the mouth wide open.
He's taken to a pretty small room with only a desk with a computer is. Behind the desk there is a chair and in one of the corners there is another. The officer pulls it forth and puts it in front of the desk. He asks Train to sit down, as he sits down himself. Train obeys. Now they sit face to face with only a desk between them. Train doesn't really listen to what the officer asks him. He manage to say something the officer is satisfied with. Train is looking out the only window in the room.
He sees the cars slowly driving down on the street. There's a traffic jam, he can see. A lot of noise is heard, but he can barely here them. Neither does he hear the voice of the officer talking to him. He focuses only on a silent sound, which almost isn't there. Beep – beep – beep. He gets an uneasy feeling and looks under the desk. Indeed. There is nicely placed a big bomb, with the timer almost run out. What a pinch, Train thinks and stands up. The officer tires to stop him, but he just escapes out of the door, goes to get his gun and leaves the station. When he's a little away, he stops and looks at the station. Should he have said anything? No, there wasn't any time for everyone to escape anyways. Then in the panic he'd probable not even be able to escape himself.
The officer he had escaped from comes running.
"Hey you!" he only gets to day, before the whole station blows up. The officer looks at it with wide open eyes.
"Of course there were more bombs," Train exclaims. The officer looks confused at him. Train puts his hands in the pockets of his trousers and walks away from the stunned officer.
Okay~! That was it! I hope you won't hate me for bringing this Hinamori into the story . Believe me, I also like him with Saya, but I also accept she's dead and won't come back, and I wan't Train to move on and forget about her (Of course not completely...)
Again sorry for the short chapter... I hope to be able to make it longer next time. I will write on as soon as possible! Please read on when I publish next chapter!
Well then I'll take my leave! Bye everyone!
Manta
