OMGsh! I was writing 'Trouble with Partners' when I realized I hadn't posted this! I'm such a major idiot! (don't respond to that) I wrote this like…4ever ago! Remember when I said I went to Summer Camp? Like, last July? Like, Last year? YA. That's how far back this one was. I'm still beating myself up over it, so no need for you to join in. This is the first chapter. Most likely there's only gunna be 2. If you want more, I could try. Just review. And tell me what you want.

I will try to deliver. If not, sorry but Papa John's is down the road.

Disclaimer: I own Black Cat. My name is Kentaro Yabuki. Don't believe me? Then you're not (completely) gullible.

Train woke up that morning in a bad mood.

It became noticeable when Sven banged on his bedroom door.

"TRAIN!" He had shouted. "I have to go to the café. And you have to take care of Eve!"

Train scowled deeply as he opened his abused door.

"Why don't you just take Princess with you?" He asked darkly.

"Because only licensed sweepers are allowed in, and someone has to look after Eve." Sven explained.

Train grumbled, but there was no way out.

"Here's some money, take her shopping or something."

Do I look like I enjoy shopping?" "I said 'or something'. Geez. Stop being such a grump."

The spiky haired sweeper glared at his partner and slammed his door.

Sven frowned. Train was usually upbeat. Emphasis on 'really'. What in the world had changed his mood?

Shaking his head, he left his two partners and Train's attitude behind.

Train pulled on his shirt and a different pair of jeans.

He yanked open the door and moodily went downstairs.

Eve was reading a book – shocker – and Sven had left already.

Fixing himself breakfast, Train opened a bottle of milk.

Glancing out the closed window, he frowned deeply at the rain.

Feeling Princess's stares, he turned.

"What?" He snapped.

Eve cocked her head to the left, thoughtful. "Did you drink sour milk?"

"Huh?"

Train was thoroughly confused.

"It says here when a cat drinks sour milk, it becomes bad-tempered(1)."

She held up her book , 'Cat Mentality'.

Rolling his eyes, he said impatiently, "My milk is not sour."

"Your attitude is." Train blinked. "My attitude…." He thought. "That has got to be the most Saya-like thing anyone has ever said to me since…"

Memories came flooding back, and Eve watched in interest as his eyes darkened, not revealing what went on behind them.

Scowling, he tried to stop them, tried to forget.

"This atmosphere isn't helping."

Grabbing the money Sven had left, he said, "C'mon Princess. We're going out."

Eve carefully closed her book and got her coat.

Putting it on, she grabbed her boots and started after Train.

He'd already pulled on his boots and was getting into his coat.

He grabbed Hades, just in case.

They walked into the shopping center, and Eve seemed to light up at all the stores and people.

Train kept up his attitude with the face to match.

"Train!" He looked up to see Princess gesturing for him to hurry up.

Sighing, he strode over.

Pulling impatiently on his arm, she went into clothing store after clothing store after clothing store after...(you get the picture).

Train almost didn't recognize his Princess.

She was lit-up and talking non-stop.

"Talk about a personality change." He muttered.

Train just followed her until her hands were overloaded with shopping bags.

As they stepped out of the last store, Train had to admit that for a person who didn't like crowded areas, Princess had made him actually enjoy this trip.

His scowl had been replaced with a small smile as they had traveled around the mall.

Eve had been a constant chatterbox, and Train hadn't really minded it.

Their conversation subjects had ranged from colors to trips to funny incidents to who knows what?

They were almost to the doors when Eve gasped.

"What? What's wrong, Princess?" Train asked, reaching for Hades.

"Look, Train!" She exclaimed. " There's an ice cream stand!"

(1) I have no idea if sour milk makes a cat attitudes sour, so don't go by that info at all. I might get shot. Who knows?

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