"Don't you ever get tired of drinking that?"
"Nope~!"
"Seriously?! Why the hell do you even like that drink?"
Train blinked before gulping down the rest of the creamy substance and thoughtfully gazing at the unopened bottle next to his now empty one...
"I have my reasons."
Sven's ears perked up as he heard the plural, "Really?"
"Mm..." Train smiled, "First...
~5~
Milk is delicious!"
Sven fell down from the expected yet unexpected answer-he should have expected that one. A drop of sweat fell as his partner's eyes grew abnormally big as he happily described the very taste of milk-creamy, milky, and delicious!
Then, the boy frowned into a more serious smile and he leaned forward in his chair...
~4~
"I actually didn't like milk before. My parents would have to force the drink down my throat for me to drink it."
Sven's eyes widened. He never heard about his partner's past before Chronos. That and he couldn't imagine his partner hating milk. The very image was impossible, in his opinion.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Rinslet and Eve stopping with their shopping bags by the door. The world stilled, unable to interrupt and possibly ruin the mysterious Black Cat's story. Train remembered the fire and his first encounter with the metallic smell of blood...
"Then, this assassin came and murdered them-burnt the entire house down. Leaving only me alive because he didn't kill kids. Said that it bogged down his conscience. So he taught me how to kill to survive-I was only seven. The only thing I could think of at the time was to kill him, you know, avenge my parents.
Anyways, one of the only food that he gave me was milk. You can say that I'm still drinking it out of habit."
"Train..."
~3~
"And milk is good for the body~! Lots of calcium and vitamins! I bet that I became the best marksmen in the world because of milk~!"
Sven face-faulted again as the spiky-haired idiot jumped up, worshipping the wonders of milk again. His former frown vanished without a trace, making Sven wonder if the story was even real... but he knew it was. Not a dream. Not a lie.
Perhaps, ranting about milk was Train's way of dealing with the pain of remembering...
~2~
"Not to mention, what Black Cat doesn't drink milk~?"
Sven blinked before gaping slightly at him... "You don't mean..."
"Yup~ It's my trademark!" The Black Cat gave a silly grin and thumbs-up, laughing maniacally.
"Then..."
Eyes twinkled mischievously, "Yup! That's why I was called the Black Cat!"
"I-it wasn't-"
"Nope~! How would it make sense to call an assassin Black Cat? Wolf or Tiger or even Dog would describe a cold-blooded killer better! And it's not like I was a stray at the time when they decided my name anyways-Karl raised me up and gave me my initial missions~"
"..." Seriously...-
~1~
Before Sven could ask if the joker was joking, said man smiled softly at the white cat that mewed as she rubbed her back against the bottle of complementing white. Train opened the bottle and poured the still-cold milk into a bowl for the white cat to lap,
"...and... she liked milk."
Sven's eyes widened...
Saya...
~0~
Train smiled brightly, gulping his third bottle of milk down, "I'll never get tired of this~ Milk is the best~!"