"do i have a nickname?" A man no older than 30 with lime green hair covered by a white hat, he wore a white suit matching the said hat, he had currently been reading a newspaper, he lowered it to find his chocolate haired partner with his golden eyes which at the moment were a mix of determination, curiousity, and innocence, he was no further than a foot away from the older

"excuse me" the man asked raising an eyebrow at the cat-like male

"do i have a nickname?" he repeated "I mean Princess is well.....Princess and you are Svenny or Svenny-baby" he continued as he still got strange looks from his partner

Sven rolled his eye going back to his paper and shook his head lightly "sometimes I have no idea why I listen to what you say thinking that something important is actually going to be said" he said mostly to himself

"I am serious Sven!" the ex-assasin said giving a pout and crossing his arms "other than Black Cat I don't have a nickname"

"well isn't that good enough?"

"NO!" Sven finally lowered his paper once again to see the pouting sweeper infront of him

"what is wrong with it?" he asked blinking at him

"Black Cat is the nickname that everyone knows me by" Train placed his small hands over Sven's large ones and he moved closer to him still pouting slightly "I want a nickname that only you can call me Svenny"

Sven smiled and pulled the younger down onto his lap and started to stroke the messy brown locks "Train nicknames are for mushy teenagers who will probably break up within the next week"

Train snuggled into his chest taking in the familiar scent of his partner "i guess" he mumbled into him starting to doze off. This made Sven smile as he continued to stroke the younger's hair he really could sleep anywhere and he'd probably be purring like a kitten if he could purr

That was when it dawned on Sven, he looked down at Train thinking about it for a moment before smiling "Kitten" Train raised his head to look at him

"huh what was that?" he asked grogily as he was pulled from drifting off into a slumber

"your nickname.....how about kitten" Train blinked and smirked at him

"oh so what happened to mushy teenagers with one week relationships?"

"well Kitten fits you too well" Sven said crossing his arms

Train just smiled and cuddled into him again

"I like that name" he mumbled, Sven smiled and wrapped his arms around the other

"me too"

END

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I don't own Black Cat

and as for Eve uuuummm i guess she is.........um wit Leon :D? i hope you enjoyed it and my sucky writing skills