Disclaimer: The anime is not mine, only this story.
Title: Star-Crossed
Genre: Hurt/ Romance
A/N: From Black Cat Episode 6, because my heart cried on that episode. I cried for Train and Saya and cursed Creed Diskenth, who really crept me out. And now, after 3 years…
"Why are you in a hurry?" Sven asked his long-time friend and co-Sweeper as he watched him load his gun and head for the door. Train Heartnet didn't answer and just went out, almost as if in a trance. "What is wrong with him?" Sven asked Rinslet, who silently watched them. "It's that time of year again," she answered, her voice laced with loneliness and pity, "Saya's death." They fell into mutual silence, thinking of the same thing, how unfortunate for those two souls to be apart forever, not when Saya changed him so much that he gave up his assassin ways to become part of them. In a way, her death is somehow the wake-up call of Train's conscience. "Damn that Creed, if I ever get my hands on him!" Sven muttered angrily.
He found himself walking around town, thinking, or rather, trying not to think. He wants to do something, anything that will take his mind off things. He can hear them clearly, her last words, how she said goodbye. It haunted him, until this very day. "And it has been 3 years," he sighed. He was the Black Cat. His victim's cries never did haunt him; he never felt this kind of pain. If only… If only he didn't accept her friendship. If only he didn't let himself fall for her. If only he was there when Diskenth attacked her. If only he was able to protect her. A bitter laugh escaped his mouth. Protect? He was capable of killing mercilessly, but to protect? Shut up.
He later found himself on the rooftop of the apartment he used to stay. Where he first met her, standing on the chimney, singing that wonderful song of hers. He didn't know then. He was unaware of those menacing eyes that stared right through the two of them as they interact with each other. He was unaware of the storm that is yet to come. And when it did, it stunned him. It made him felt so much remorse that he fell to his knees and sob a very heart-wrenching cry. He was too late, he can run very fast, assassinate a governor-elect in front of so many people and no one will notice him. And yet.
For as long as he will live, he will treasure the memory of his very first friend, and of the girl that he first loved. Fireworks exploded, like flowers blooming in the night sky.
"The fireworks, they're beautiful, aren't they?"