Before anyone does anything, I want to say this takes place during the VERY beginning of Black Cat. Around when Train meets Saya. I also haven't watched much of this show, I'm only on episode 4, okay? So ignore any mistakes please, if you are going to complain, then goodbye! Now, for those still with me, read on!
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat. At all. THANK YOU!
This probably wasn't a good idea. But why would that matter?
Saya could handle a lot, being the tough sweeper she is. So what's the worse that could happen?
Things, very unexpected things could happen.
Well, we should probably start from the beginning.
Every night Saya was out, she would see Train moon gazing, staring into nowhere. This sight became normal. As normal as any other normal thing. Therefore, his abscence wasn't normal. At first, she thought he was out, doing some killing and such, but he didn't ever come out to resume his moon gazing. She stayed out waiting, with nothing better to do. She'd just finished the day's work. The whole reason she had come out, was to take some milk and talk for a bit, as per every other night.
After a while, she became fairly worried. Maybe she should check on him?
Eventually, it was decided. Saya had no choice. So, now we have arived at the question, what is the worst that could happen?
Saya gingerly cracked open the door, peeking inside. Soon, she stepped in fully, and the first thing she noticed was a faint, putrid scent wafting out from the hall. Bravely, she continued, and peered down the long hallway, to find the only sign of light in the house, coming from the door at the end of the path. It was slightly opened, just barely enough to notice the dim light, which told the short haired girl, 'if he's home, he's in there.'
Saya began to trot down the corridor doing her best to see, and occasionally groping around for a light switch.
And finally, she made it. She'd stepped in a vile goop, which she assumed was...vomit...but she made it. 'Now or never...' she thought. She knocked slowly on the white door.
There was a pause.
"Come...in..."
Saya nearley jumped out of her skin! She really didn't expect that...
She pushed the door open, ever so slowly. Under faint light, she saw a very pale, sick looking Train.
"What happened?" She asked.
He was silent for a moment.
"Are...you blind?" He asked meekly, though a tone of sarcasm remained.
"No, but I am worried!" She said.
"Wh-" Train stopped, and retched into the toilet, breathing heavily afterward. It was dripping from his nose!
Weakly, he reached for a tissue, but Saya got it for him.
"Well...there's my answer..." He stated.
"Finished?" She questioned. Train nodded weakly, not making eye contact.
"Let me help you to bed." Saya suggested, helping him up. Train didn't say a word.
When they got to his room, she lay him down on the bed. She half-consciously grabbed his hand. Saya noticed the trash bin in the corner of the room, and let go of his hand. She stood up, but before she could walk away, Saya felt a weak grasp around her forearm. She turned to se Train looking up at her, doing his best to remain grasping.
"Please...don't leave..." Train mustered up all of his strength to say, though it came out as only a whisper.
"I'm only getiing the tra-"
Before Saya could finished, lips had locked together.
Tongues intertwined. Saya was shocked, but began to lean into Train.
He tasted faintly of vomit but who cares?
It was even better than milk.