Hello! It's saiyan673! Sorry for not logging in for awhile, but I was swamped in work and I had a science project. In addition, my writing time has been shortened because I now do Tae Kwon Do from 7 to 9 in the evenings, so I can only write in the early afternoons, or in the middle of the night. Then, my orchestra is having auditions for chamber, so my dad has me work my ass off for hours, practicing my violin. I practiced for many weeks, but in my paltry free time, I helped four of my collegues with their audition peices, even going as far to burn a CD of the peices and making annotated copies for one of them.

Ironically *-bitter laugh-* those four people made it into the next level, but I remained in the intermediate level. My conductor says that I'm more of a soloist and that in chamber, no one tries to stand out. I guess thats true; from the moment I picked up the violin at four years old, I've been trained to play alone. So, I'm kind of the lone wolf of the class.

(Sings)

I walk this lonely road,
The only road that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes,
But it's home to me and I walk alone...

Also, I'm trying to figure out how I can ask this girl out. She's in my anime club and in my 4th period Bio and i;m friend with her. I'm losing sleep over this and because of my other problems, I am at my breaking point. My stress level is OVER 9000...-RAGE-...and I am close to snapping and breaking something. Guess I gotta see my therapist again...

But listen to me ramble on about my problems when I should be getting to the story.

Maybe it's been because I've been so moody and depresed that I poured so much angst into this chapter, but the main concept of the story is Adventure/Romance.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Black Cat, Dragonball Z, the characters of Farenheit 451 and Trauma Center: New Blood, the dog "Mr. Takadachi", the song "Boulevard of Broken dreams, or the title of the prolouge; that belongs to someone else who composed a song named that.

BTW: This is not a cross-over. There are just some famous and admirable people who appear in the story, and will appear only for one time only.

A/N- This takes place in the Black Cat manga-verse.

Rated T for action, alcohol/tobacco reference, occasional foul language, lots of angst, and some suggestive themes.

Prolouge

Rage. Anger. Hate.

These were the emotions that the man felt as he faced the man in the alley, his golden eyes dilating, focusing on the man- no monster- that exsisted. The fireworks lit the night and his fury, sparking an inferno that had been kindled with murder.

He wanted to see him suffer. He lusted for feel of his blood on his fingers and on his gun. He desired to hear him scream in agony and beg for mercy. He wanted to smell the fear that radiated off of him. He wanted the taste of vengance to fill his mouth.

But most of all, he yearned for the girl he fell for to be in this world; not lying on the pavement, broken and bloody. Not on the verge of death...

His rage jump-started his feet as he sprang across the ally to make contact with the hated man. His fist connected and he relished the way his knuckles drove into his face, drawing the monster's black blood. The hated one smirked and said, in a spiteful tone, how the girl was a evil witch, who had him under a spell. He did him a favor and "freed" him from thralldom of the blue-eyed witch.

HOW...DARE...HE.

Then like a fox trapped by hounds, the coward slipped away before he could land another blow, leaping over the buildings, his shilouete illuminated by the fireworks.

Hearing the girl struggling to breath, he immediately rushed to her side, propping her up and holding her in her arms, a look of infinite sorrow on his face. He was on the verge of crying, but was able to barely manage a demeanor where tears were avoidable.

She gave a weak smile at the man who held her. WHY? She was going to die! It was his fault for bringing her into his lonely life!

He barely heard her whisper over the noise of the fireworks. Comming in closer, he felt the coldness of death coming for her, yet he could still feel the warmth she gave; the warmth that turned him around and set him free. It had melted the chains of bondage that kept him prisoner to Chronos and filled his cold, malnourished soul with the heat of someone that was valued as a human, not as the Black Cat.

He abruptly told her to keep quiet as he carried her to a doctor, but she told him that her work was already done. She said of how she would be moving soon, away from the city, away from him. He didn't understand untill she said that the last thing she needed to do was change his ways. Now she was crying, while she said this and he was ready to as well. Not even the little child plugging up the hole in the dam with a demeanor hardened by years of pain could last no longer and stop the flood. He heard her whisper how she traveled many places, meeting new people. BUT HE was the only one she could call a true friend. His heart wrenched at the words, feeling how he came so close, but could never go further in their relation.

Then she whispered that she wanted him to forget about her. He almost blanched in shock and in pain. WHY would he forget her, the good friend who turned him from his killing ways? He tried to protest to her but her eyes then glanced up at the sky, the blue reflecting red as the fireworks exploded in the sky.

She then shivered, not from the cold and colapsed in his arms. A firework was launched into the sky, but then another hit it, knocking it out of the night sky, sending it dwindling down into the city. The other rocket however exploded into a vibrant red. A deep crimson red...red like a rose and red like blood.

The sound was deafening. It was the signal to begin the explosion of rage.

He snapped. He screamed the name of the hated foe into the night sky. It was heard by the whole city, even over the fireworks. It was filled with agony and hate, bitterness and pain, and an endless rage for the one who caused it.

"CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDD!"

He knew not how he came to be on the rooftops, running madly, begining the hunt for the hated man. He had no idea where he left her and it pained him further. He felt something in chest, a deep feeling that he felt familiar, only coming back stringer than before. He only felt this when his parents died, gunned down by a ruthless killer.

Then he knew what fueled his body.

He felt the black desire that peirces humans in their hearts, fixating their minds on a single objective. The desire for it drives men to do otherwise impossible things. However, when accomplished, it could leave a man feeling satisfied and fuffiled, but it also sent them into an endless spiral of darkness, never able to come out of, never able to stop. It was a double-edged sword.

But he didn't care. He cared not what would happen to him when he was done. He didn't think about a future ahead of him, because his mind was obsessed with one thing:

Revenge.

Guy Montag ran through the night, muttering under his breath. He could've been celebrating at the festival with his friend, Clarisse, and hanging out with his fellow fire-fighters of Demartment 451. But NO...

Sure, it was his fault that one of the firework launchers he was monotoring had cause one stray colorful missile to land into the city. Sure, he was the only one on duty at the time, his so called "friends" abandoning him. Sure, Chief Beatty would get mad at him if he didn't get it immediately. Yet, it was a fire hazzard and he had a duty as a fireman to put it out.

Leaning against a wall to catch his breath, he glanced around and tried to get his bearings. It had only been a minute since the rocket landed in the city, so he had to find it fast. If fireman Black was right, the stray firework landed around here somewhere. Looking ahead Guy found to his horor that a black cat had picked up the direlect rocket in its mouth and the fact that black had been right about something, for once. The fuse had been burnt out, but he had a good idea that there was enough gunpowder left in it to go back into the sky, accompanied by the cat.

Suddenly, a peircing scream ripped across the night sky and both him and the cat flinched. It was so loud and heart-wrenching that Guy put his hands over his ears and the cat began mewling in pain. For what seemed like an eternity, the scream continued, but dwindled down into a blood-chilling echo. After dwindling away, the momentary truce between the cat and Guy had ended.

As he aproached it, it gave a hissing sound, slightly muted by the rocket in its mouth. As he backed of, the cat then sped away, dashing onto the pavement with a speed, belighing its size. Cursing, he ran after it, feeling rediculous as a wild goose-chase began, with him probably tripping and him landing in a dumpster. He rounded a corner and ran into a pole. He saw stars and planets before colapsing on the ground. Looking up, he saw the devlish feline a few meters ahead of him, its bright eyes twinkling. It looked as if it was laughing at him.

Great, he thought, rubbing his face. Now I feel like a soldier in Dover Beach, looking like a fool, but for a cause...though mine better than theirs...

Sucking up the pain from his wounds, he got back up and resumed the chase. The black cat seemed determined to lose the fireman as he weaved through people, couples and objects on the sidewalk. Muttering apologies, saying several "excuse me"s and screaming as he was launched into the sky as he ran into a large, over-friendly white hound with a collar that said Mr. Takadachi, Guy, tattered, bespeckled and dirty, finaly managed to make the cat go into a much less crowded part of the festival.

As the cat stopped to catch its breath, Guy slowly came up behind it, a predatorial glint in his eyes as he had his hands outstretched, ready to intercept the damned beast. The cat, sensing him behind him, suddenly jumped up, gave a muted hiss and began clawing at his face. Screaming, he fell to the sidewalk, struggling to get the cat off of him. Managing to get his hands on its black body he managed to fling it off his face, where it landed gracefully on the street and ran into a side alley.

Swearing oaths that would make fifty adult sailors cry, Guy wiped the blood off his face, got up and persued the fleeing feline into the nocturne alley. Rounding the corner, he found the cat on a trashcan, exploring its contents for a midnight snack. He looked around the ground for the firework, scanning the area around his feet. He found it, laying on the ground, pointing into the darkness ahead. Picking it up, he weighted it and noticed there was enough gunpowder in it to fly again. Not wanting to take that risk, he was about to put the still-sparking fuse out when the cat mewled and ran across one wall to a darker side of the alley.

His curiosity getting the better of him, he pulled out his 500 Watt standard issue flashlight and aimed it onto the side of the abyss. It illuminated the wall and he saw the cat headfirst in a dumpster, rummaging for food. Chuckling, he moved the flashlight away from the cat and into the center of the darkness. The darkness shrank away and what lay in the beam caused Guy to drop the smoldering firework.

The rocket pointed to a young woman laying on the ground, dressed in a white and flowerly yutaka. The silk was stained in blood and the ground was covered in crimson. Her black hair was splayed and a small trickle of red ran down her face, making it appear she was crying.

Making the executive decision that the rocket would go out on its own, Guy hastily picked it up and put it into a garbage can. Sprinting to the girl, he pulled out his mobile and dialed the emergency nuumber, shouting to the operator he needed an abulance ASAP to the alley.

As he checked her pulse and found none and began CPR, he prayed that the paramedics would make it in time.

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If I put too much into the prolouge then I'm sorry! ()

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P.S. This is only my second work. The first work is on hiatus until the end of the school year.