Hey there I know you guys haven't heard anything from me in a while and lets just say that I hit a majors writers block every story that I have written, this one is a older one of mine I thought of typing up.
This story a crossover with Black Cat...eeeeeeeeee! One of my all time favorite Manga/Animes. You don't really have to know much about Black Cat to understand the story since it's placed in the FMA realm. And to tell you this is totally AU. That means that Hughes is still alive! And Al has his body! I hope that I fully explained what you need to know about the characters in the story.
If you like it let me know if I should continue it...I kinda like the idea to the story to begin with.
Discliamer: I don't own Black Cat or Train or FMA.. leave me alone with my Alphonse plushy...
"And now we await for a word from our correspondent…" the TV crackled high on it's perch near the barstools.
Train, a skinny brown haired young man in a short blue jacket with a white shirt and with black pants, looked up as the correspondent began to do her speech. The bright sun shone behind her, "the world leaders fair today will begin with a word from our new Fuhrer himself in a half hours time." She said and Train narrowed his yellow cat like eyes as her saw a silver haired man pulled randomly from the crowd she asked him, "And what do you think of this event?"
"It's a beautiful day for a party." He answered.
"Certainly is isn't it?"
"You wouldn't expect anything to happen with all the security around here."
"Yes quite."
Train ignored the rest of it, more like his anger got the better of him, "Creed." He breathed as he smashed the glass bottle of milk he was holding, into pieces. The people around him stared, but he didn't care. He stood up and threw money on the table grabbed black jacket off the back of a barstool and ran.
He head for the plaza where the fair was taking place. So Creed intended on killing the new Fuhrer and the other world leaders there, but why though? Unless Creed had destroyed the Chronos numbers? That wasn't possible Belze has come in contact with him days ago. So then he was working the other way getting control of countries before taking down Chronos. Train knew he didn't have much time till Creed planned his assassination.
When he reached the plaza he surveyed the crowd around him for Creed. Train knew Creed was somewhere in the crowd but the area was too big, too open, and far too many people to injure. He needed to think of something quick that would remove the large mass of people. Then he got an idea.
Standing in the middle of the crowd he raised his gun in the air and shot at the sky. Screams cried out and he pushed his way through the crowd. Now where was Creed? If Train were a psychotic bastard with the thought of assassination he'd go to…
"This way Train." A familiar voice said pulling him along. It was a man dressed in a white suit with a matching white hat hiding his green hair as well as an eye patch over his right eye.
"Sven, sorry I had to ruin the princess' party."
"As long as Eve sees the fire works she'll be happy," he said shoving Train to the tent and then tossed him a box, "for good luck."
"Thanks."
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"And now you die Flame Alchemist." A silver haired man said to the now kneeling furhur.
"Not if I can help it," Train said shooting at Creed.
"Train, sooooo nice of you to come." Train held his gun straight at him as he made his way to survey the two injured people. The Furhur's guard received more damage then the man himself. She had blood mixed into her blonde hair most likely a crack at the top of her head, her right shoulder and left leg were bleeding extensively. Notably from a deep slash of the blade it must have missed any vital organs. Her left wrist looked like it had been snapped in two.
"Get her out of here," Train said standing in front of them to acting like a shield, "I'll handle the rest. Creed…"
"Train such a nostalgic coat I see you must of accepted my offer to join the apostles star." The silver haired man said excitedly. Train remembered that he was wearing the only two remaining items that belonged to him before he left Chronos.
"I said nothing of the sort!" Train yelled and shot at Creed, who had dodged it easily.
"I said get her out of here," Train turned a bit to yell at the black haired man now cradling injured blonde woman. The man looked at him incredulously.
"There is no way I can, that blade has too much range."
Train quirked an eyebrow and was about to say something but Creed said something first. "Why are you talking to such trash Train?"
"Trash why I-" the flame alchemist tried to snap but Train closed his left hand around the man's right.
"I never said I'd join you."
"I see you're still under the witch's enchantment. That means the only way to stop it is to kill you Train."
"I'd like to see you try." He said shooting at Creed.
"Well then I met my new Ketosu the image blade."
"What are you going to do? Club me over the head with the hilt?"
"Oh she's different than the last time you saw her," Creed said thrashing the tip of the blade into the ground, "She's forged with my chi making her stronger then the one you destroyed."
"We'll see about that." Train said charging forward taking a few shots. Creed sliced forward into Train's chest. Train stumbled back in shock, so it was imagery after all, but now with blood on the tip of the sword he could see where Creed was aiming.
"Not as easy as you think my dear Train. Ketosu is forged with my own chi I can make her as long as I want!" Creed said slicing the pole behind Train. Train gave an exasperated look as part of the tent they were in collapsed around him, so this was the range that the Fuhrer was talking about he spit blood on the floor as he walked toward the two bystanders.
Creed's eyes grew with jealousy, "I've seen the trash that you walk about with, and now you're trying protecting some more trash! You used to be so admirable you used to kill people like him in seconds now, now… I'm going to carve the witches curse right out of you!" he yelled trusting forward. Train nodded at the Fuhrer and the two jumped opposite directions, the Fuhrer and his guard under the collapsed part of the tent and Train into the open. Creed thrust again at Train, who at the moment tried badly to grasp at a plan and then he remembered what Sven gave him. Opening up his pocket he said "Bullets?" Eve's neat little handwriting had "boom" written on the package.
"That's it!" Train said excitedly reloading his gun as Creed slashed at him again aiming for his heart.
"What do you plan to come back begging?" Creed asked greedily.
"I was never yours to begin with! We may have been partners before but Chronos is over for the both of us. And now I'm going to end this." Train said aiming his gun.
Creed quirked an eyebrow, "How can you the image blade is to much…"
Train switched his gun to his left hand.
"Changing his gun hand?" the Fuhrer's guard whispered.
Creed laughed at the thought, "I remembered once you telling me that you were born left handed. So you've finally decided to get serious." And he laughed.
Train smiled, "Saya, I'm going to end this now, for you." And his eyes grew serious.
"Those eyes, those beautiful eyes!" Creed cried, "Show me, come on Train what you can do!"
Train made a mad dash for Creed, Even though I can't see the image blade the moment the attack hits that is when I make my move, with enough distance between them to his liking Creed slashed down and Train raised his right arm as if to block the blade, but instead of pulling way to protect it, he let his upper arm get sliced off. Creed stopped and stood in shock.
"It's over," Train announced as he pulled the trigger, shooting Creed in the stomach, the bullets burst on impact and cause Creed to fly into the air with serious damage to abdomen.
"Creed!" a man from the shadows said as he caught Creed before he hit the ground.
"Train, Train…" Creed said as a mantra as he slowly tried to regain himself, most of his body weight was on the other mysterious man.
The man turned to him, "we'll never forgive you." Train gave one last ringing shot before they disappeared.
"Sven, you bastard!" Train cried, cling his stub of forearm to his body, "you had to make it explode! You nearly killed me!"
The Fuhrer and his guarded stepped out of the shadows. The woman leaned most of her body weight on the Fuhrer. Train turned to them, "you two alright?"
"What do you mean 'are you alright?' look at yourself your missing a hand! Are you okay?" the Fuhrer screeched.
"I've seen better days," Train answered faintly before collapsing at the two's feet.
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"Sven were too late." A long blonde haired girl said to the man in white.
"I know! We have to find Train before the military gets him."
"I saw some military emergency vehicles over this way…" the girl pointed towards the tent the fight took in.
"That means…shit Eve they have Train." Sven sighed pulling down his hat.
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Days later Train woke up to a bright white ceiling, "Where the hell am I?" he said reaching up to move the plastered hair from his forehead, "my right hand it's back." He said in awe.
"To answer your question you're in a military hospital and yes a man named Doctor used something called Tao and put your hand back on. Something about the cells around the wound weren't damaged and an easy fix. He said also said that, that Creed fellow wanted you to have it back. Don't tell Fullmetal about it he'll go chasing after it." Train looked to his side to find the Fuhrer and his guard.
"Your alright!" Train said excitedly toward the guard.
"They said my wounds healed up pretty quickly besides my wrist of course it's broken." She waved the cast a bit.
Train put on a cat like grin causing the woman to blush a bit, "That's really good to hear!"
The Fuhrer glowered, "I demand to know who you are and what you had to do with that man."
"The only thing that I can tell you is that he was an old partner of mine, and well that he went…insane. Where are my clothes?"
"In the top drawer. Now I want more answers, what did you two work in?"
"Oh good," Train said getting out of the bed but fell face first onto the floor, "god how long was I out." Train's voice was muffled from the floor.
"Oh for a good two weeks," the woman said helping him back onto the bed.
"Thank you…?"
"Hawkeye, Riza Hawkeye."
"Thank you Riza-chan!!!" Train said with a bit of a wink causing the woman to blush again but he male companion gave a frustrated sigh.
"What is your name?" Riza said helping Train get comfortable in the bed again.
"Train," he said beaming.
"That's quite a nice but very different name."
"Thank you, I'd congratulate my mother on choosing it if she was still alive." He gave her a goofy smile. And Riza was taken aback at what he said so carelessly.
"Enough fooling around! I'll get straight to the point." The Fuhrer gave a dark look placing his chin on his hand and his elbows were resting on his knees, "Your skill is admirable. You were willing to sacrifice your own hand to destroy the enemy. There are a few soldiers I know that would do that."
"So what's your point?" Train said pouting childishly crossing his arms and sitting up from his prior position.
"My point is I would like you to join my team in the military." Hawkeye's breath hitched.
"No." Train said flatly, "Stray cat's don't have masters, plus I don't owe the military any favours." He flopped back to lie down back on the bed again. The Fuhrer caught a glance at what seemed to be a tattoo of XIII on his chest.
"Well technically you owe the military I, Roy Mustang over 1500 dollars in hospital fees." Roy said with a smirk.
"What?" Train strangled out in shock and Riza hand him the bill, "there is god fucking fees for everything now a days…" he let out a sigh mumbling, "of course I haven't been to a real hospital in ages."
"I'll leave it to you to think it over. Pay your bill and leave or join us and I'll pay it for you. I'll be back tomorrow for your answer. Come on Hawkeye." And with that Roy Mustang left.
Outside three men in blue military uniforms waiting for him, "Havoc!" he commanded and the smoking blonde snapped to attention.
"Yes Sir!"
"I need to find anything on a person named 'Train' with his profile and anything on the symbol XIII, take Fuery with you."
"Falman find Breda at the site of the fight help him continue the search for the gun 'Train' used. And when you two find it bring it straight to Hawkeye. I want you three to find out how it's made and what it's made from. Hawkeye your coming with me for now we've got our own work to do. That's it you're dismissed!"
"Yes, Sir!" they all said with a salute.
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It was later that day when Havoc and Fuery came bursting into Roy's office with a mountain of papers.
"We think we found him, sir!"
"Well on with it." Roy shrugged off the work that he was signing to listen.
"His full name Train Heartnet. He's a sweeper; you know that legalized bounty hunter society you set up? He's one of them." Fuery said puffing.
"What?!" Roy screeched.
"This is all the criminals that he has captured to date."
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"Not only that sir," Havoc piped in, "but other than old historical record, the only thing that we found on XIII was that the group Chronos uses the numbers to label their assassins or erasers whatever you'd like to call them, you've had more experience with them then us."
Roy sighed resting his face in his hand, "they may financially back the military but I still hate dealing with them. Anything about the gun he was carrying Breda or Falman find it?"
"No they haven't it's still a mess from the battle even for two weeks ago. But we did find a picture of the gun." Fuery handed over the picture, "we assume from what Sheizka was able to get out of the Chronos all their erasers carry weapons that are made out of orichalcum. This one specific labelled for XIII or 13 the Black Cat."
Havoc continued, "but according to their records the Black Cat died over two years ago, though when we searched for Train Heartnet the only thing we found was his birth certificate, that his parents died at the age of ten and that he showed up out of nowhere about two years ago in the sweeper registry."
"Very strange, sir." Riza said from her post behind him.
"I may have gave him till tomorrow for answer of joining, but I want this mystery around him cleared up now." Roy said grabbing his jacket and stocking off to the hospital.
When he got there all that was left for him to question was an open window and a note tacked to pillow where the man was supposed to be. Roy ripped the note off the pillow reading it quickly saying:
Sorry to bother you guys but I had a previous engagement but thanks for the free treatment! The thing is that the old man and the princess are waiting for me.
Don't worry they found my gun, thanks for your concern. I kind of over heard what you guys were talking about. Oh and tell Riza-chan I hope to meet her again! The princess would love her!
Train
"Bastard!" Roy cursed crumpling the note in his hand.
Riza turned to look at him, "what was the note about sir?"
"This was what was left behind of your boyfriend." He said planting the crumpled piece of paper in her hand.
"Boyfriend sir? He was just trying to flatter me."
"Whatever…I what to know the people that he's talking about in the note." Roy turned to his officers raising an eyebrow, "he mentions and old man and a princess."
"Well in the search it said that he didn't have any parents so…" Fuery backed away from his senior officer.
"He did mention it when we first met him." Hawkeye stated.
"Well then who is this old man?" Roy roared.
"Well according to the sweepers registry he works with a man about ten years older than him as well as a little girl." Havoc stated.
"Then give me the name of the man!"
"Sven Volfied."
"What?"
"Sven Volfied." Havoc repeated cowardly.
Roy grinned evilly, "Hawkeye get me Hughes."
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"Where were you for the past two weeks?" Sven said looking over at the man entering the house.
Train snorted, "Apparently in a military hospital."
"How'd you get there?"
"It seems that I saved the Fuhrer or something. They wanted me to join." Eve happened to look up from her book, Sven spit out his cigarette, "of course I said no. He was bribing me to join or pay the hospital bill."
"So you most likely jumped out of a third story window and found us at the hideout?"
"Yeah pretty much…"
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"You rang Roy?" a tall man with tan khakis and a Hawaiian shirt on poked his head through the door of Roy's office.
"Get in here!"
"Oh ho ho, touchy, Hawkeye not letting you into her panties again?"
"We'll get married soon, now shut up and sit down."
Hughes clambered into the chair, "this better be good for leaving my vacation with Elysia-chan!"
"I need you to contact Volfied."
"What? Roy you can't be serious? This has to deal with what happened two weeks ago, don't you dare get him involved just because he has the vis-" Hughes tried to say but was cut off.
"A friend of his paid me a visit, and with that psycho man on the loose I'd like to enlist both Volfied and his friend's services." Roy said over looking Hughes who sighed.
"You know he won't go for it…"
"I can still try."
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"Who was it?" Sven sighed letting out a puff of his cigarette.
Train gave a lazy glance, "Some guy named Mustang. Why do you care Sven you know him?"
"Heh," Sven let out a puff of smoke, "Mustang has this knack of collecting people with weird and wonderful skills under him."
"Why do you care? You not like him being Fuhrer or whatever?"
"No, he's a good man it's just that I think after Creed's assassination attempt on world leaders he wants to keep the all the strongest men and women under his wings."
"So we're leaving Central then?" Train raised an eyebrow.
Sven yelled to the girl reading on the floor, "Eve pack your bags we're heading east!
If anyone has read Black Cat Volume 2 of the manga then you should have recognize the fight scene with Train and Creed. And yes to those people that haven't seen/read Black Cat Creed is that creepy.
I hope that you like it! Review and tell me if you want me to continue. If I get enough of a reaction then maybe the next chapter will be a more explaining one.
And Rinslet and Jenos will definatly will make an appearance. And definatly more Sven and Eve...