I do not own Black Cat in any shape, way, or form. D
Anyway, decided to make a little Sven/Train fanfic. 8D
This is chapter one! At the end, please R&R.
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Chapter 1: Cards
Sven leaned back in his chair, looking up solemnly at the sky through the window that separated the chilly winter lands from the warm and pleasant home that the three were staying in. Train and Eve were playing cards, more like stacking them up on top of one another to achieve a goal of creating the largest card town ever created.
"See princess, told you we could do it!" Train muttered out, sticking his tongue out as the two finished up with the long and narrow building, and by the looks of it, it was suppose to be a clock tower of some sort. Their little pretend town was coming to life, and Eve was quite ecstatic to top off the last red card for the roofing on the little cute houses.
"Yes, yes...it's finished...," she muttered out, playing with her fingers at the astonishing beauty, well beauty to her, of the cards. "Sven, do you like it?"
Taking his hat off, he settled it on the coffee table next to the bed. "Yeah! You know how I would love it more?" He asked, looking as chipper as ever.
"H-how, tell me!" Train yelled out, eyes glimmering at the thought of his astonish answer.
"If I could actually get up and get out of this room!"
Train's bell rang, and his eyebrows contorted into a much angered expression. "You should be happy for us! Eve and I were just trying to ease our boredom, and we never imagined it to go this far! You won't even compliment it! Just one complimt, Sven baby," he demanded, not able to get up from his spot as he was under a bridge formed by Eve's careful hands.
"I said you guys could go out to the park!" Sven retorted, hands to his face. "You know, forget it, just, when you're done, go to bed. Oh, and I'm not going to clean this up. I can't imagine how many packs you used-"
"Thirty-two."
"Wha?" Sven questioned, his head rested on the pillow.
"Thirty-two. We used thirty-two packages." Eve uttered once more, using her delicate figure and feet to dodge around the room, landing onto the bed, right next to her caretaker.
Train continued to sprawl on the floor, looking up at the two with his hands molded onto his face. "Damn straight we used thirty two packages. Those are some skills, huh?"
Sven slapped his face, muttering and groaning to himself. "You know, I don't even know where the hell you got all of those packages, but the point is don't make it so big next time, and good night," he answered, swinging his blanket over Eve and himself, face planted on the pillow in front of him.
"...Sven...you're a free faller?" Even wondered, not remembering a time he had slept that way, grabbing a book from off the shelf to read. The book read 'Dragon Rider' in shimmering gold font.
Stiff words came out, but none that were audible enough, and in about a few minutes, Sven dove off into a dreamy haze.
"Forget Sven for now, when he's bummed out about me," Train said, stretching his arms out from under him and popping away from the town, "nothing makes him happier then sleep. Well, maybe a few cigs and beers would, but he barely has enough money for that right now."
"Mhm...okay...," Eve mumbled, hypnotized from the good read she was currently attached to, staying as still and quiet as possible for the grown man to rest easily. "Good night...," she added, patting Sven lightly on the head before coming back to the printed words in the bind.
"Yeah, yeah...good night Sven...," Train retorted, grumpy as usual as the cold breeze of the winter sneaked through the cracks, sending the cards gliding peacefully through the room.