AN: I always thought that Creed, not caring about honor in any way, should have tried something trickier to kill off his opponents. With Echidna working for him, he could teleport into anyone's room and just kill them in their sleep! Not everything has to be fought with hand to hand combat...
Train's bedroom was much like it always was; quiet, peaceful, and with the presence of a empty mug on the counter (which had previously been filled with warm milk, to help Train get to sleep). However, the serenity of the bedroom was disrupted as a portal appeared in the center.
Unsurprisingly, Echidna stepped out first, followed by Creed.
"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Echidna whispered, "We're right in the middle of our enemy's territory."
"Train is quite beautiful when he sleeps, don't you think?" Creed asked, completely ignoring her question in favor of his own. He didn't really expect an answer, walking over to the sleeping sweeper and leaning over him.
The white-haired psychopath then proceeded to gently stroke Train's hair, his face transforming into an expression of utter delight.
"Normally, I hate seeing Train weak," Creed mused, moving on to stroking Train's cheek as well, "but somehow, when he's sleeping, I love it. Ah, his hair is so silky and soft, like the true fur of a cat. Such a lovely color as well..."
"Creed!" Echidna hissed quietly, "I don't believe that we came here just for you to molest him!"
"No," Creed reluctantly admitted, "that was only about half of why I came here. But the latter half will hopefully lead to the former in the future!"
Echidna sighed.
"Fine, but we need to get downstairs before they wake up," she warned, opening the bedroom door and descending down the stairs.
Creed nodded, and gave Train a quick kiss on the forehead before exiting the bedroom after her.
Once they had reached their destination, the kitchen, Creed quickly pulled out a small vial from one of the inner pockets of his clothing. He then opened the refrigerator and pulled out a large carton of orange juice.
"Um, Creed," Echidna began, "I understand that you want to dispose of Black Cat's allies, but isn't it equally likely that he will drink the orange juice himself?"
"Don't be silly," Creed reprimanded, "Train would never stoop to drinking orange juice when there is milk around!" He gestured to the three cartons of milk in the refrigerator for emphasis.
"The orange juice is obviously a selection of either his... partner" Creed remarked, spitting out the last word like acid, "or the little girl. Either way, Train will be one step closer to joining me, once his reasons for staying a sweeper are removed!"
Echidna nodded, not really caring that his lack of understanding of emotion would just make things worse. If Creed thought that getting rid of Train's friends would help him, then that just meant two fewer enemies to fight in the future.
"Besides," he continued, "I have the antidote if my dear Train does end up ingesting some of the poison." With that, the blond replaced the orange juice and closed the refrigerator.
Anticipating her commander's orders, Echidna opened up another portal, and the two members of Hoshi no Shito departed.
The next morning, Train Heartnet awoke to the delicious smell of bacon and eggs. He immediately dashed down the stairs.
"Sven! What are you making?" he shouted.
"Ah, just some lovely omelets for the three of us. I of course gave you milk to drink, while Eve and I get orange juice," Sven answered.
"Cool!" Train shouted, immediately digging into his food and subsequently eating it at a lightning-fast pace.
Eve and Sven then sat down themselves, and then, almost simultaneously, raised their glasses of juice to their lips.