Miko-Chi \\ ^w^ /
This is a sequel I wrote based on Black Cat's anime series. All the events unfold here are of my pure desire to reunite the love that never bloomed for our protagonist, Train.
Check out the story to find out more.
Note: This is a newly edited version of 'Memories in Fireworks' in conjunction to my return from years of hiatus mode with some corrections on my former, young self's grammatical errors. Yes, I do miss the cutesy of my former, young self's written story, hence I will try my best not to make much of a changes. So, here's your all new 'Memories in Fireworks'! Enjoy! The story might be a bit slow-paced, do hope you will read it until the end as I update it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own 'Black Cats'. This is just a story of a stray cat seeking for his lost, loved one.
It was a full moon night. The streets were dark with no streetlights and the darkness looms in the alleyways as well. A ray of moonlight shone an alleyway, revealing a quick passing shadow.
It was a guy's passing shadow. He was running aimlessly in the dark street, twisting and turning at every corridor he came upon. His right hand held tight to his dirt brown hat as he races through the alley, ignoring the splashes of mud onto his brown long coat, now discoloured with dark, brown mud. On his left hand holds a small briefcase that he holds on to it dearly with his life. His face was filled with sheer fear, as if he has just saw the God of Death itself. Time to time, as he runs, he turns to look back, to see if he has managed to escape from the mysterious chaser. As he ran he cursed and cursed all the way. Nobody was ever able to follow his track of drug smuggling and embezzlement of the government's money. These alleyways were his second home, the crooks and corners where he does all his smuggling activities at midnight. He has always managed to escape from the grasp of any bounty hunters or police and till today, he never thought someone would be able to catch him. The constant ring of a bell sound send shivers down to his core.
Adding on to his bad luck, he just had to slip and falls onto a large puddle of mud. Quickly, he scooted up to grab his briefcase that fell out of his grasp when he had fallen. Before he could even crawl up, a shoe immediately stepped hard onto his briefcase and a gun appeared blank point in front of his face.
"Caught you," whispered the person who holds the gun with a smile on his face.
Trembling in fear, he dared to look up at his mysterious chaser and saw one of the most shocking things in his life. On the person's chest bore a tattoo in Roman number. XIII. Number 13.
"Heeee!" He squeaks in terror.
"That number! That gun! Y-y-yyou're the l-le-legendary Chronos assassin, Black Cat!" He stuttered and stammered his words. He could no longer move nor has the will to run. Those were his last sentence.
"I shall be taking my reward."
A gun sound echoed through that alley that midnight.
