I do not own the wonderful Black Cat.. Boo..

Chapter 1

His finger pressed down on the trigger and a bang filled the room. Another one bites the dust for crossing the black cat. His mouth morphed into a cheesy, satisfied grin. His dangerous air was what attracted me most to him. His bright yellow eyes had to be a close second. "Geez, Svenny-Baby, I'm starved!" And then there was his hunger that never seemed to go away completely.

"But you just ate an hour ago," I mused. "And we didn't make any money because you killed the guy."

Train waved his hand, dismissing the comment. "Hardly a loss, but pwease?" his eyes changed into a puppy dog expression. I could never completely say no to those eyes, I could put on a good show but I'd always eventually end up caving.

I sighed and pulled my hat down over my eyes. "Fine." My lips twitched slightly wanting to smile because of his over joyed cheer.

"Sea food here we come! Shrimp and crab legs and sushi," his list went on and on with all his favorite sea food dishes. Train sure could eat a lot, but to be fair he did work up an appetite being a sweeper. It could be hard and the cash flow was unsteady but with a partner like Train I couldn't complain. He could always break the tension with a joke and could fill a silence with random chatter or a fact I've never heard of. He was constantly surprising me. He was a little on the adreniline junky side and always took the most dangerous route. He'd swim right through shark infested waters instead of waiting for a boat if I let him.

I was more on the practical side. While I also enjoyed danger I'd create an invention to make everything he did safer. Number thirteen did like to try his luck a lot, I wouldn't if I were branded with that number. Call me supersticious but that's how I am.

Train would go out of his way to make me uncomfortable, breaking mirrors or just walking under a ladder. He found my reactions hilarious and would make sure to tell me inbetween fits of laughter.

"Svenny!" Tain's fingers came together in a snap in front of my face. "Wakey, wakey!"

"Don't call me that," I grimbled miserably. In truth I did enjoy it when he'd call me Svenny or Svenny-Baby, not like I'd ever tell him that.

He ignore the statement, the same statement I've said many times before. "Yeah, yeah. We eatin'?" he motioned to the resturaunt we now stood in front of.

I left his question unanswered and pushed myself in to the double doors. We'd never been to this place before and it had a very zen feel to it. The place was packed and Train walked back from the hostess station with a pout. "Work your woman magic!" he commanded with a hint of a whine.

I sighed out my distress and secretly hoped Rain would be the tiniest bit jealous. I tipped up my hat and swaggered over to the hostess in my usual makes-the-girls-giggle way. Her cheeks were already tinged slightly pick from seeing me. I flicked my green hair out of my eyes with a twitch of my neck. "Hey," I purred out with a wink.

"H-hi!" her voice was frantic and quaky.

"Me and my friend here are kind of hungry." I forced myself to make my eyes trail downward. I made it seem like I was looking without really looking at much.

Her eyes scanned the room franticly for an open table in her section. "N-no tables..." she sounded dissapointed.

I patted her cheek, letting it linger there for a second. "I'm sure you can do something," I breathed out.

As I returned over to Train I let the womanizer act fall. That wasn't me anymore but Train didn't think about it that way. Besides when we had met I'd always have atleast ten woman on each arm.

Train jumped up and down, excited to get his food. "You're amazing!"

I turned to see the girl throwing out a couple of costumers. I sighed and lit up a cigarette. I concentrated on the smoke and not Train's long, long legs, the curve of his volumptious ass or even his exposed muscular chest. Damn that shirt, it always got to me. The hostess didn't say anything about my cigarette as she led us to the table and handed us a couple of menus. I learned her name was Jenn but after that I zoned out and concentrated on the nicotene.

Train scanned the menu excitedly and I had to hide my smile behind my cigarette. "Anything you want Train. I got it."

Train's eyes widened and a gigantic smile broke out acrossed his face. I'd do anything to see that smile. "Really?" I nodded and he went back to scanning the menu.

"Everythings on the house!" Jenn chirped, hovering by our table. I tightened my hold on my cigarette wanting so badly to insult her but couldn't so Train could get his free meal.

Train listed off a whole bunch of food and Jenn looked stressed as she wrote it down, probably regretting giving us an on the house meal. No one knew from looking at him but Train could eat a lot.

"You're amazing!" Train complemented for the second time that day whil digging into his food. I never thought I'd ever fall in love but Train was the exception for everything. Could this be love?

A/N: I had to write a Black Cat fic. I searched it and it had barely any fics so I had to contribute. Chapter two coming to a fanfiction near you soon!