Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat.

A/N: This fan fiction is actually written on an impulse. The inspiration of colours strikes me when I was reading a book about the psychology of colours, or something like that. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Summary: 10 drabble about Train and Saya. Train x Saya

Red

Train Heartnet

Saya reflects on Train.

Saya sat on the rooftop, singing her song in the bright moonlight. Her voice brightened and soothed the night, the silence of the town seems to be broken but it was still there. She inhaled the fresh night air after her song ended, her eyes looking up at the silvery moon dreamily.

"Train is late today." Saya said to herself, a smile curled on her lips as she said the name.

At first when she met Train, he was very quiet. Every conversation was started by Saya, prompting him to speak. Before long, she felt him opening up, the smiles he smiled no longer held sadness or helplessness but genuine gladness and joy. She loved his eyes the most because they seem to tell his life story. If mentioned about his pat, his eyes will show evident anger, melancholy and a promise for revenge. However, if mentioned about Sven and the others, his partners and accomplices, his eyes would show joy and relief, like his friends are his whole world and his life.

He was a calm person, but can be hot-blooded sometimes. Saya knew of his protectiveness towards her and were at times, annoyed but couldn't help feeling secretly pleased. His concern for her was evident, so strong that she felt small when she was with him, glad to feel the immense protection under his towering height as she stood a head shorter to Train.

Train's kisses were subtle but heartfelt, soft but passionate, gentle but fierce. Every time he kissed her, Saya could feel herself floating up to cloud nine. His scent was fairly distinguishable: the usual cologne he wore mingled with the fragrance of his sandalwood-scented skin. It smells heavenly and Saya always yearn another whiff of him, embracing him and not wanting to let go.

Saya closed her eyes in reminiscence, trying to remember everything about Train: his eyes, his swift movements making him worthy of the title of 'Black Cat' and his ever heart-warming kisses. She smiled to herself, knowingly giggled as she remembered certain special days with Train.

Suddenly, there was a sudden sting of coldness on her cheek. Saya jolted and instinctively look up and widened her eyes at the sight of Train, holding two bottles of fresh cold milk.

"Train," Saya pouted cutely, "You're late."

"Sorry." Train said and sat next to Saya, handing her a bottle of milk. "Sven held me back for something, and I had to convince Eve to cut her hair."

"Ah, Eve is cutting her hair?!" Saya exclaimed in disbelief. "But her hair is so beautiful! How can you even convince to do something like that?!"

"Just kidding." Train chuckled at Saya's reaction and earned himself a punch from Saya.

"So what were you doing?" Train asked casually and sipped his bottle of milk.

"Thinking about you." Saya smiled at Train, her bottle of milk still unopened.

"About how great I am for you?" The sweeper said cheekily.

"Not really," the brown-haired girl said, returning a smile. "I'm just thinking how red you are."

"Huh? But I know I'm not blushing or anything." Train looked confused, a big red question mark above his head.

"Hee hee," Saya giggled. "It's nothing."

And Train was left confused for the whole night long.

A/N: Yes, it was boring and meaningless. But if you really know the definition of red and its symbolism, I guess you'll understand what I'm writing about.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed that! Please review!

I promise a better next chapter.