A/N: It took me a while but I'm back :) I completed this story beforehand, so it's just a matter of revising and getting them published. This chapter is a little short but fret not, the other chapters are a lot longer. I'll try to have a new chapter posted every couple days. As always, I do not own Black Cat. (I wish, though!)

Chapter 1

The ceiling fan spun violently in the quiet living room of the small house. It's occupants, busying themselves with their individual interests, failed to notice the young lavender haired woman enter the house. It smelled of coffee and smoke, a scent she's become very familiar with. The air also carried a barely noticeable, slightly sweet scent - milk. It was her favorite scent of all, for one simple reason.

"Yo Rins!"

A dark haired man looked up to greet her. Sporting a wide grin and a milk carton in one hand, he was the boy she had unwillingly fell for - though she'd never admit it.

"Morning, everyone," she said, as she took a seat across from Sven at the dining room table. It was the same scenery as always - Sven sat with a cigarette in one hand and newspaper in the other, and Eve sat quietly next to him, reading a book she had borrowed from the library. They both acknowledged Rinslet with a quick glance and a grunt, as if they were a real father-daughter duo.

Train sat on the couch in the living room, seemingly not doing anything. The wind from the ceiling fan danced through his hair as he sat, legs crossed, on the couch. He took a big gulp from the milk carton before returning his attention to Rinslet.

"What're you here for, Rins?" Train asked curiously.
"Ah, nothing special. But I did collect a big reward for a job I did recently, so here's a gift for you guys!" Rinslet said, taking out several gift certificates for select restaurants, "And here's something special for Mr. Black Cat."

Rinslet took out a bottle of milk from her purse. Train's eyes widened as the corners of his lips curled into a smile, and he snatched the bottle out of her hand before she could even blink. Rinslet couldn't help but smile and let out a quiet laugh as she watched Train devour the milk.

"Wow, free food and milk! And not just any milk; bottled milk, my favorite! Thanks a lot, Rins!"
"Hold on just a second!" Sven's voice echoed, silencing the small crowd, "You've been pretty nice lately, Rinslet, and quite frankly I'm suspicious. Just what are you scheming this time?"
"Scheming? Haha! I'm not as evil as you think, Sven. You guys are my part-time colleagues! I've gotta treat you once in a while."

Rinslet felt an outpouring of relief as Sven gave her one last wary glance and returned to his newspaper, a sign that he has let her off the hook for now. He was right, she has been nice to them lately - not that she wasn't before, but she was often tricking them into curious situations. But ever since she noticed her feelings for Train, she couldn't help but be nice to him. Yes, Rinslet Walker wanted to spend money on someone other than herself. And she knew that singling him out would look too suspicious, so she had no choice but to be courteous to Sven and Eve as well.

"Well I'll be going now. I've got a job I need to prepare for."

Rinslet made her way toward the exit, but not before taking a quick peek at Train, who was too busy enjoying his milk to notice. She quietly closed the door, as a smile formed on her face.

"There's just something suspicious about that Rinslet Walker," Sven said, taking a sip of his coffee.
"I think she likes Train," Eve said bluntly.
"Eh?"

Sven and Eve's gaze locked onto Train, who sat on the couch trying to enjoy his last few drops of milk. Eve, being the quiet, observant one of the trio, noticed the change in Rinslet's behavior right away. Although she was not entirely familiar with the theory of love herself, she had retained information from the very few romance novels that she attempted, but failed miserably, to read.

"I don't understand much about love... But isn't it true that when you love someone, you want to make them happy? I think Rinslet gets bottled milk for Train because it makes him happy."
"Where'd you learn that, Eve?"
"Some books..." Eve blushed.
"Hmm... You're right about love, but when it comes to that thief I'm never too sure about anything."

Boys will be...boys?

She couldn't quite put her thoughts together as Train was no longer a boy but a grown man, although he rarely acted like one. But that was one of his quirky characteristics that she liked. Rinslet giggled to herself as she walked to her car, not at all aware of the shadow that lurked near.

"Hello, Miss Rinslet."