Here Kitty
Train growled as he walked down the streets. Somehow he had been looking at a couple of stray cats, thinking about his life as a "stray cat," and somehow that turned into him transforming into a cat himself. Darn nanochines…hey! I finally said them right! No. That's completely irrelevant to what I need to be doing! Get back to normal…get back to normal…
While Train was pitter-patting on the side walk, he noticed that someone was following him. He turned around and stared wide eyed: Eve.
"Strange isn't it, kitty," she smiled. "I'm going the same way. Wanna come home with me?"
Train tried to talk to her, but all he could manage was a high pitched, humiliating "mrow."
Eve giggled and held out her hand.
No, I'm not going to sniff your hand! But even as he thought this, his neck extended forward and his nose seemed to wiggle as if taking in her scent. Cute…she smells like cookie dough! Train then rubbed his head against her hand and Eve scratched behind his ear. Ooh…that feels good…
Eve picked him up in her arms and Train began to struggle. No! Eve, I can walk myself! Put me down!
Eve just held on tighter, but when Train continued to squirm, Eve transformed her hands into a box like cage with bars facing the outside world for him. "Sorry, Kitty," she said before continuing down the street.
Great. Just great.
Train laid down disgruntled in his nanotech cage while Eve trotted along the sidewalk. "We're almost home Kitty…maybe I should give you a name…I know! I'll call you Cupcake."
No. Absolutely not.
They turned the corner and headed closer toward the hideout, and Train was hoping that someone would recognize him somehow. But if Eve couldn't recognize him, would anyone else?
They entered the hideout and Eve took Train—I mean Cupcake—to her room. "Stay here, I'll get you some milk. It belongs to Train but I don't think he'll mind sharing with you."
Course I don't mind! I am Train!
Eve left to get the milk and Train jumped onto Eve's bed and curled up. Man, I'm wiped out.
The door opened and Eve returned with a bowl of milk. Train perked up and jumped off the bed. Eve set the bowl in front of him and sat down a foot away.
"I guess all cats like milk."
Well, duh!
"But I like milk too, even though I pretend to be indifferent about it, and I don't want to take too much because I don't want to get Train mad. Even though that's apparently an impossible task that only certain kinds of people can accomplish."
Of course the bad guys piss me off: they have no regard for human life! How can I not get mad?
"He always acts like a child. It's when he's mad that he actually acts his age."
Now I'm terribly confused. You don't want to get me mad, but you think I'm more adult like when I'm mad? My head hurts. Train thought looking at Eve.
"I guess I don't want to get him mad because I don't think I could stand getting on his bad side. But it's fun to make him grumpy at times."
You know I can hear you.
"I guess that's why I like him so much. Funny; I never told anyone this. I can't tell Sven or he'll become a little more protective than I'd like even though he knows that Train would never want to hurt me. I can't tell Rinslet or else Train will find out in the next twenty-four hours. I'd tell Tearju or Annette, but I don't know them well enough to tell them that. I guess it's just luck that I found you, Cupcake."
If you keep calling me "Cupcake," I'm gonna call you "Cookie Dough" instead of "Princess" from now on.
"No…I lied; Cupcake—"
Yeah, your new nickname is "Cookie Dough."
"—I don't like Train—"
Don't be so harsh!
"—I love him."
Train was dumbfounded. He was the Princess' first crush? The ex-assassin couldn't help but feel a little honored by this. He was certain that she'd have a crush on Sven.
"It's funny. I thought I liked Sven, but I can't seem to see him as anything but as my dad. Maybe if I wish hard enough, Tearju and Sven will get married and we can be a real family. And if I wish even harder, maybe Train might start to treat me more like an equal."
"Cookie Dough" is starting to sound too much like a pet name…Train thought as Eve stood and walked to her dresser.
"I know that cookies and milk go together really well, so I got this. I don't know if Train likes cookies, but I bet he does. There doesn't seem to be anything he doesn't like. So I got this the other day."
Yep: "Cookie Dough" is officially a pet name.
"But you know what, Cupcake," Eve said. Train looked at her and cocked his head to the side. "Maybe someday, Train can see me as more than just a little girl, more than just a 'Princess.' I have potential to fight. I'm just tired of being treated like a little girl so much. Train seems to understand, be he still treats me like a child at times."
Wow…she's just telling her dear little kitten, Cupcake, all her feelings for me and somehow I feel like a jerk for treating her like a kid. What am I saying? She is a kid!
"I just hope that I can do my best to look good for Train and hope for the best."
Why do I feel…oh…I know this feeling…oh man…Eve's not going to like this…
Train felt himself grow and become human once again. Eve was looking the other way the whole time. "What do you think, Cupcake?"
"I think two things: one; that you should stop calling me Cupcake. Two; that you don't have to try so hard to get me to like you."
Eve turned around and where the little black cat was once now sat Train Heartnet, the Black Cat also known as Cupcake. Eve blushed and tried to cover up her embarrassment by snarling.
"Hahaha, don't look so angry, Cookie Dough. I'm honored that you like me so much."
"This is why I didn't want to tell anyone," Eve growled, the nanochines inside of her crackling like fire poppers inside her. Train sweat dropped.
"Er…Princess, you know I'm just teasing you," he said.
"Yeah, Train, I know."
Train sighed and decided to risk it. He sat next to Eve. "I bet you've been dreaming this," he said, cupping her chin and kissing her.
BONK!! CRASH!! "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Later that day, Train continued to hide from the angry segregate father known as Sven Volfied. "Here, Train," Sven cooed dangerously. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty."
It's true: some cats, mostly male, have a high pitched mew or mrow that makes them still sound so much like a kitten. It's just adorable!
For some reason, I suddenly got the idea that Eve would smell like something sugary and cookie dough was the first thing that came to mind.
