I'm a new fan to the series, but I was inspired to write this to I hope none of you mind if I get something wrong. I would love any information people can give me so I can get up to speed on the characters. I've currently only read book one of the manga series! Sweatdrop Still, I plan to write this as I learn so hopefully things will get better later on! Read and review!
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"It would seem I've been right all this time…" she whispered into the darkness, holding two photographs in her hand. One given to her a long time ago and one she had possessed for only a few minutes. "They told me you were dead, but death didn't seem to fit you, did it Kuroneko?" (Author's Explanation: For those who don't know, Kuroneko is Japanese for Black Cat.)She laughed slightly to herself and flipped her dark braid over her shoulder, walking out of the darkness she had sheltered herself in.
"Who much did we make Sveny-baby?" Train Heartnet asked his partner as the white clad man in a hat came out of the sweepers' office.
"Not enough we can blow it if that's what you mean," Sven growled, but his eyes, at least the one uncovered by his eye patch, were smiling, "And don't call me 'Sveny-baby'!" Train merely smiled, reaching for the money the other man held in his hand.
"Ah, come on! How much?" He asked as Sven pulled the money farther out of his reach, "At least tell me how much!"
"Half of it is already going towards car payments and stakeout expenses, but I'd say we have," Sven calculated quickly in his head, "around seven thousand left."
"Sweet!" Train grinned like a fool, "Then we have more than enough to get some food and---"
"Hold it! I'll settle for getting a meal, but don't start off on a fantasy about what to do with this money, we'll need it farther down the road you know," Sven told him, the only real voice of reason in Train's world. A sweet laugh filled the air.
"A small meal is enough to please the Black Cat these days?" the girl smiled, her voice had a songlike quality to it and commanded attention to the seemingly sweet girl that owned it. She smiled, black eyes open and without humor as she asked, "How have you been Kuroneko?"
"Anei," Train said in a breathless voice. Sven looked from the small, yet devious smile on the girl's face to the speechless one on his partners.
"Train, you know this girl?" He asked, unsure of what else he could say. Train nodded, then caught his bearings.
"Anei Tsukikage," he said, his face calm, but his eyes slightly worried, "a member of Chronos."
"Well put," Anei smiled, "I'm touched to know that you remember my full name after these two years." Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, "Except few know me by that name anymore. In the agency I have earned the name Sukoshi Seirei."
"Little Spirit?" Train translated, "Cute, but I think Shadow Moonlight fits you better." He commented with a careless smile. (Author's Explanation: Sukoshi Seirei- Japanese for Little Spirit, Anei (Not to be confused with Aine, or love song) Tsukikage- Japanese for Shadow Moonlight.)
"I'm charmed," She smiled, "You're going to get something to eat right? Mind if I come along?" Train turned to Sven and waited.
"Who am I to say no to a young woman?" Sven sighed and then led took them all into a nearby diner.
Ordering a simple meal of riceballs, the girl which Train still refered to as Anei seemed to keep quiet during the meal. Train was wary of this, but only because he didn't know the true nature of the thoughts going through the girl's head. There were so many things she still wanted to ask him, they all seemed to run together until she couldn't recognize the ones that were most important. "Why be a sweeper?" She finally settled on it, trying to keep casual about it.
"Why would you join Chronos?" Train asked, "It's all due to situation. As an assassin you should know that."
"You're still good at evading my questions," she sighed, but there was evidence of a smile hidden underneath it. She quickly dispatched the signs of it remembering the motto, 'Show no evidence.' "It took me a long time to figure out what happened to you, Train. You're secret is a well gaurded one, even to those in the organization. I was allowed to know nothing until I reached a certain rank and a codename." Train didn't day anything, Sven kept the code of silence, feeling quite out of place in the conversation, knowing that he couldn't really say anything in aid or defense of his partner.
"What do you want though, Anei?" Train asked, ever-aware of all the people around the diner if something did happen.
"I'm not on a mission," The small girl said, head slightly bowed, "I hunted you down on my own, but that doesn't mean others aren't looking for you. Train, you need to come back to Chronos." Train stood up and pushed in his chair, his eyes shadowed so that no emotion could be seen in them.
"Sven, could we meet back up here later? I need to talk to Anei alone," He said, his face as emotionless as his eyes.
"Sure," Sven said, meet you back here in an hour." Train nodded in silent thanks and walked out of the diner with Anei right behind him.
They walked in silence for a while, Anei keeping all of her questions inside, waiting for Train to speak first. It soon struck her that he might not talk at all. "T-Train..."
"Yes?" He asked the response, and at once she realized how different he had become in the last two years. She had half expected him to keep the silence he had begun and ignore her entirly.
"Nothing," She muttered and they walked on, her following as he lead her into an abandoned theatre. She looked around, habitually taking in her surroundings, already plotting ways to use it to her advantage and searching out all possible escapes when Train's voice brought her to the real topic at hand.
"Anei," he started, seeming unsure of what to do or say, "I'm not going back to Chronos, never. You must know that." Anei kapt her hands in her pockets, afraid to answer.
"I know you will not go, no matter how nicely I ask, but," Her eyes hardened, as if to remind Train, as well as herself who she was. She went on, her voice firm, "I have to try. Kuroneko, Chronos still needs you. I still need you..." She added the last part almost as if it were an after thought, but he knew it was the one thing at the front of her mind. He pulled his ornate pistol out and, knowing there was no other way, put it against her forhead.
"Anei, please, don't make me do this. I don't want to have to this," Train said, his voice on the urge of pleading. Anei let a small, sad smile appear on her face, the feel of the cold metal on her forhead not entirely unfamilliar.
"You've said that to me once before," She whispered, watching the ground intently, her eyes in the shadows. Even all of her years of training to be a heartless killer couldn't keep a single tear from falling down her cheek. "I... I can't do this anymore... I... I want out..." She looked up at him as more tears tryed to escape and follow the first one. "Train... Help...?" For once Train wasn't too worried to be careful and he dropped his gun, letting it fall to the old carpetted floor. He pulled her into a close embrace, and she cryed like the young girl that she really was.
"Anei... Oh, Anei..." He whispered into her hair. The two years since he had last seen her had changed so much. She was no longer able to look at the world in a way of ignorant bliss. No longer able to smile or cry with a childlike plainness. Unable to show her true thoughts or feelings in a way normal to any other girl her age. Unable to be the fourteen-year-old she really was.
"You're crazy!" Sven snapped at Train, who was only a few steps ahead of him as they headed back to their hotel room. "We can hardly feed ourselves, taking this girl in is not an option." He bit down on his ciggarrette in aggrivation, "I mean, I sympathize for the girl, but we just can't do it Train, we can't--" but at that moment they entered the room, where Anei was sleeping on Trains bed, her eyes still red and completely worn out from crying so much after so long. Sven was silenced as he watched the girl sleep, watched her toss and turn and then settle again to look like a dark haired angel, gracing the white sheets with her presence. Train said nothing, knowing the effects that this sight would have on any half-sane person. After a moment or so Sven sighed, "What can I do? Do I really have a chioce anymore?"
Train just smiled, not needing to answer.
To be continued (Probably, depends on if people like it) in chapter two.
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