Intro: How did Train meet Sven? Here's my first one shot on how they meet, set shortly after Train leaves Chronos.
All Train could think about was the insistent rumbling of his very, very, very empty stomach. The icy wind whipped through his brown hair, making it even messier than before, and making the bell that hung upon his choker ring slightly.
"I'm so damn hungry," Train moaned. It had been over two weeks since Saya was killed, since Train left Chronos.
Train kicked angrily at the nearest trash can in the alley he was walking through. Train had long since spent all his money (there hadn't been much to begin with anyway), and was reduced to picking through bins for food. His best find was an unopened bottle of milk that Train had happily devoured on the spot. But that was two days ago. And Train was sick of the bugs that infested bins of garbage.
Train decided that there was only one option left to him- to steal some stomach-filling food.
It shouldn't be that hard - after all, he had been an infamous Eraser, the Black Cat, and what would be so hard about breaking into someone's house and grabbing something to eat?
It was dark, and the area was quiet. Train slinked through the silent streets and alleys, making no noise. After about an hour of searching, Train found a small home that looked empty, but still looked as if someone had been there recently, meaning that there would be food there.
Train found the nearest window to the house, and quickly slammed his elbow through the window, the glass shattering with a soft twinkle. Checking to see that the nearby street was empty, Train managed to slide through the window, making sure that none of the glass still stuck on the window pane tore at his clothing.
Train had used the first part of his money to buy new clothes, so he could avoid wearing his Chronos outfit. It wouldn't do himself well if he tore the only bit of clothing that he had.
Train landed lightly onto the balls of his feet, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He could see the kitchen to his immediate left, and Train could swear he heard his stomach rumble the moment he heard the gentle humming of a refrigerator.
Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps... The fridge was so close. Train seized the handle of the refrigerator, and pulling it open, was met with the sight of his dreams.
The fridge was filled with food. Canned food, bottles of milk, vegetables, everything was there! Train grabbed the first bottle of milk that he saw, and gulped it down eagerly, sighing with relief as the cool liquid soothed his parched, dry throat.
A door from behind slowly creaked open. Train instantly shut the fridge door, setting the empty milk bottle onto a nearby table, and drew out his gun, Hades, aiming it. He saw the silhouette of a figure walking towards him, gun in hand. The figure spoke.
"What are you doing in my house?" the figure said, aiming his gun.
Train was cranky at himself. His hunger must have made him so careless to overlook this figure. The light switch was turned on as Train blinked.
The figure that stood in front of him was wearing a hat on top of his lime-green hair, and wore an eye patch obscuring his right eye. Train's stomach grumbled as the figure looked at him in interest, lowering his gun slightly.
"I'm hungry, okay? Had nothing to eat for sooooo long," Train moaned, stomach grumbling in earnest. "I'll go leave now..."
The figure that stood in front of him looked as if he were thinking.
"Are you a Sweeper?" he asked.
"Intending to be, once I get fed. Once I got hungry, I really couldn't go for any bounties..." Train replied, resisting the urge to just open the damn fridge and eat everything he saw.
"Oh. I'm Sven. Sven Vollfied. I'm a Sweeper," Sven replied, pulling out a cigarette from a pocket from his coat and lighting it. "You can help yourself to the fridge as long as you pay me back, okay?"
"I have a better idea," Train said, feeling excited as he pulled open the fridge door and pulled out another bottle of milk. Had Train seen that the milk was expired, he may not have been so fast to drink. "Do you want to pair up?"
"What?"
"Like, be Sweepers together," Train said, finishing his second milk bottle and going for a third.
"That's a great idea – wait that milk's expired!" Sven yelled out in horror as Train finished his third bottle.
"Huh?" Train said, in between gulping down his fourth bottle. Suddenly, Train didn't feel very well.
"Where's the toilet?" Train moaned, as pain shot through his abdomen. He really, really needed to go to the toilet now.
"That way," Sven pointed, sighing. As Train ran down the corridor to the toilet, a question sprang to his mind.
"You in the toilet? What's your name? And why should I agree to Sweep with you?"
"I'm Train. Train Heartnet. You may know me better as the Black Cat," Train said, feeling much, much better.
"The Black Cat. Oh, I'll be damned," Sven muttered. Was this starving, expired-milk drinking young man really the legendary and supposedly dead assassin the Black Cat?
"I'm the Black Cat, alright," Train whispered into Sven's ear, making no noise during his sudden reappearance from the toilet. "And before I eat, is there anything else that is expired in the fridge?"
"Uh... basically everything..."
"What!" Train's stomach grumbled in response.
Sadly, on a final note, I do not own Black Cat (imagine if I owned Train...). More one-shots will come, depending of what I can think of or whether I like the idea, but they won't be regularly updated. Please review!