This is a Black Cat story that I happened to think up myself (Duh) Well, I don't want to tell the entire story in the summary. Enjoy, and REVIEW! I'm begging you!
Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Black Cat at all...but I love Milk! ~3~ (and Train, but that's a given, right?)
Time Crisis
"Are you sure this is valid information?" Sephiria Arks, Chronos Number 1 asked. "Yes. There was an attack on Sven and Eve and their new partner, Ryan, just last night. The attacker was a caped man, they couldn't see his face, but he was experienced with his gun. Sven said before the attacker left, he said, 'Tell that Stray Cat you found that his worst nightmare is still going on, and if he wants to justify the past, he'd better meet me in the clearing of those woods. He knows the one. I'll take her, so he'll come, don't worry. Just be sure you tell him that!' and then he was gone, bringing Eve with him." Jenos, number 7
reported. Belze, number 2 and Anubis, number 9, along with Sephiria stayed silent after Jenos was done. "Is this man just after Train's fame? It's been tried before by countless people." Belze reasoned. "We don't know that yet, number 2. The man could be, as you say, after Train's fame, or he might be from Train past that even we don't know about." Sephiria said. The four of them were silent until Anubis made a snap suggestion. "Get Sven and Ryan to Karl. He's the one who has known Train the longest, and out of all of us, was the only one against the decision to kill him,
so maybe Train will trust him and come out of his wandering to help his former partners." He said. Sephiria, as always, was somewhat surprised at Anubis's excellent reasoning. "Very well number 9. That is a good plan. We'll get them to Karl and then have him call Train." "I hope Train has the same mind set as he did three years ago. Then, he'll come back." She thought, glancing at a set aside folder with a picture of Sven, Eve, and that Stray Cat, grinning that same infuriating grin. "Hurry back, Train! Eve needs you!"
Train yawned and stretched, arching his back like a cat's. Then he flopped back onto the hotel bed he was sleeping on. It had been three years since the Eden incident, and Train still hadn't contacted Sven, Eve, or even Rinslet. He knew he had to do it eventually, and he could imagine what the responses would be- Sven yelling at him, and then lighting up a cigarette asking when he'd be back. Princess (Eve) would probably just say something obvious like 'You're back' and then continue reading her book, not even paying attention. Rinslet would -most likely- throw a huge
unneeded welcome back party and then ask him for a new favor. Train sighed. "Just like old times." He thought. Train got out of bed, padded silently over to the window in his jammies. He opened the window and shivered when he felt the cold December air. "It's almost Christmas." He mused out loud, blowing on his hands to warm them. His birthday was coming up... as well as his parent's death anniversary.
A/N :I have no clue when his birthday is, but I like December!
He thought back to that night, sixteen years ago. When Zagine the Assassin gave him the choice to live or die. Train closed his eyes and tried to push back the painful memories. Zagine was dead. Train watched him die. His phone rang, shattering his thoughts. He reached for it and looked at the I.D. It was Karl. Train bit his lip. The phone rang again. 2 more. It rang again. 1 more. The last ring. "Sorry Karl, but I don't want you to be the first one I talk to." He said, and then he noticed the voicemail. Train pushed play and listened. "Train, this is Karl. Your friends need help! Someone
who took Eve and shot Sven. He said he would kill Eve if you don't show up somewhere. Come back, and we'll fill you in. The numbers and I are keeping Sven and Ryan safe for the time being but we can't do this without you! This isn't a joke! Please, Train! Your friends need you! Besides, Train. It's time for you to come home." "To save this message, press five. To erase this message press-" But Train didn't hear what number deleted this messages. He closed his phone, and then got dressed hurriedly. Karl's voice still echoed in his head. "It's time to come home." Did he really have a home? Train wondered as he pulled on a black coat over his jeans and white shirt. Wrapping a red scarf around his neck, he swung his bag over his shoulder and walked out the hotel doors
(after he got a bottle of milk, of course). It had been long enough, everyone deserved a visit, and He'd learned alot of things he hadn't realised back then. Straddling his motorcycle, he glanced at Hades, his faithful weapon, and smiled. Anything someone threw his way, he was sure he could do it, as long as he had the trust of friends. But who was the guy Karl had mentioned? Only one person talked like that, and he was dead, wasn't he?
Karl and the Chronos numbers stood in his study, discussing what could possibly the man have meant to Train if at all. Karl shook his head. "Even when I took him in, he didn't say anything about his past. He was very secretive, but well this might seem embarrassing for him, but I often heard him crying in his sleep, calling out, 'don't die' for some reason, but if I tried to bring it up, he denied it, and often just stayed silent. So I have no more clue as to what this man meant to Train anymore than anyone else." He said wearily, as if saying this for the 15th time. Jenos sighed, and
glanced out the window. The traffic sounded louder than usual. Jenos's eyes widened and stood up suddenly in disbelief. "Number 7?" Karl asked. "He's here." Jenos said incredulously. Then, they all heard the knock on the door, and the surprise in Karl's wife's voice as she said, "Train! Goodness, you've grown!" Karl and the Numbers raced to the entrance floor to see Train being fussed over by Victoria. His eyes had lit up in laughter at the wife's antics and then it was reflected in his grin as he saw his former companions and guardian. "You guys look like you're staring at a ghost!" He laughed. "What? I'm not real enough for you?" he said, his eyes sparkling. "You can't get rid of a Stray Cat that easily." He teased them. "Now what the heck happened while I was gone?" Train asked, getting down to business, the laughter gone.