Hopeful

By lianneharmony

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Disclaimer

I do not own any characters presently linked with Black Cat at the moment. Everything else you see here is a figment of my imagination

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Summary

Was Saya really dead? Not for Train, who still carries hope –

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It was just another long journey on that wracked-up car. Sven and Train were at the front seat, whilst Eve sat at the back, reading a book, next to Rinslet, who was right behind Sven, who was busy chatting with him(or was the term 'flirting'? Eve wondered) and making a lot of noise.

Train was unusually quiet, though.

"Penny for your thoughts," she said to him.

He didn't seem to hear her, and seemed to sigh, but under that sigh, Eve swore that she heard the name Saya.

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That wracked-up car was like a disgusting drug for Train, but a drug, nevertheless, giving him intense amount of pleasure and pain. His mind wandered, and he found himself thinking about her.

Not again.

But that's been going on, ever since that night of the fireworks. She was shot, and then –

He didn't know what happened.

"Where are you?" he muttered under his breath.

The worst thing was that he had nothing to remember her by. No trinket, nothing, not even a grave, so that he could get over her.

Not even a corpse, which he could mourn over.

Which only gave him hope. Stupid useless hope.

Which comforted him, nevertheless.

No one saw her, or anyone like her on the boat, that was the official statement given out. She could have been rescued –

But not by me.

Would she remember him, if there was that tiny shred of hope?

He knew he seemed to have gotten over her, but – no, she was constantly in his thoughts. She helped him – opened up a world for him –

And for that she died mercilessly.

A frown of pain passed over his face. "Why, why, why?" He whispered.

Someone was poking at him. He turned. It was Eve.

"Who's Saya?"

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Train couldn't tell Eve. Eve was an innocent child, and she shouldn't have been exposed to all this to begin with; the terror, the killings, she would understand. Nor did he think that he could say that Saya was the reason why she was even alive today.

"None of your business," he muttered, sounding unusually jovial.

But who could he fool? Who could be fooled, anyway? Saya – he remembered her so vaguely, and vividly at the same time. As if it had been a lifetime ago, but every detail – it was as if he had just seen her earlier today. Her beautiful jet hair, her soft navy-blue eyes, the porcelain skin, the smile that vividly brightened up the world that he was in –

No one had seen her.

No body was found.

He could still carry hope.

Hope that she was alive.

Hope that maybe one day, he would just meet her again.

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Author's Note:

I was inspired to write this, because Saya had been my favourite character from Black Cat. It just hurt so much that she died (and therefore no romantic relationship with Train). She was really pretty, and I loved her attitude. Contrasted with Train's. I just loved this pairing, and I just needed to write this out.

Oh, and I don't believe she's dead, anyway!

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