Ok my first Black Cat Storyish thingy! Ok this really isnt a Story...Its really just some really short thing i came up with when i was bored. Basiccly Saya reflecting on when she was killed.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Black Cat in any way shape or form.
"Train..." A gentle whisper heard by no one but the wind. She stood still watching as her friend held onto her limp body, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. It had been so fast, so fast that she had not realized the sword had penetrated her stomach. So fast that she did not see the stream of blood trickle down her arm and off her hand. She did not realize, that she had been killed. Closing her eyes momentarily, she lifted a hand before her face. It was pale. Cold. She was cold. Slowly wrapping her arms around herself, she began to shake. She could not figure it out, why? Why did he come after her? Why did he want her dead? It was all meaningless to her. She knew nothing of this man, yet he had so easily taken her life. But why? She wanted to know why. Taking a step forward, bending down as if to touch her body she examined herself. Her hair was short, matted and caked with mud. Her eyes were closed, a small tear still clinging to the corner of one of her eyes. Standing up she quickly brought a hand to her eye. Tears. She had not realized it until now, she was crying. Why would she cry?
"Saya..."
Her eyes widened. Her name. He had remembered her name.
