Summary: Tension arises with Train not liking the scene he had just scene. Will this lead to something interesting?

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat or the characters in it.

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The duo made their way into the house.

Sven was not home and wouldn't be back until midnight, so the two would be alone for a while. Not that strange, the two have spent days home alone before. Train would be doing just how he normally is, taking (what appears to be) a cat nap and Eve would read one of her books. Just that, this time, the normal comfortable silence was replaced with an awkward dread.

It was already eight o'clock, they had dinner two hours ago, and things had seemed perfectly normal, to anyone else's eyes. During dinner the two acted like nothing happened and they haven't even mentioned today's earlier incident.

Eve sat on the couch with a book in her hand but she couldn't even read because her attention was completely focused on the cat lying on his back on the couch adjacent to hers.

Her mind wandered back to the 'incident'.

…Flashback

Eve's nano-hair was already standing on edge, ready for attack. Had she not been in school, and Cain not her classmate, she would have already smacked him away. "…I think we should start our relationship off on a good note, so how about we get better acquainted with a kiss."

Eve was frozen in shock as Cain leaned in. Shutting her eyes, after realizing what Cain had just said, she prepared herself for the disgusting feel of someone's lips on hers. She flinched as she felt a warm pressure on her lips.

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'Wait… this feeling…,' Eve slowly realized that her entire chin was engulfed in the warmth. Something soft, and oddly comforting, was covering her face. Cracking her eyes open, she looked to see Cain's head being pushed away by a hand attached to a familiar black sleeve.

Feeling the warmth at her back and the arms reaching around her to cover her mouth , and push Cain away, relief washed over her.

Sadly, the relief lasted only a short few seconds as Eve realized Train just saw the entire ordeal.

But before her mind could get any farther into panic…

"Now I think we will be going," Train said as he gracefully removed his hand from Cain's head and moved the hand on Eve's mouth to her hand.

The two walked away and Eve thought it was just her imagination that saw Train wipe his hand (that had been holding back Cain) on his pant leg.

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Train looked like he was sleeping, Eve knew better, and his hands were behind his head that was on the arm of the couch. His body lay across the rest of the couch, with one leg dangling off the edge.

Eve dropped her gaze and desperately tried to read her book.

The silence was killing her.

She knew that they needed to talk about Cain, and the 'almost-kiss', but neither of them had the courage to bring it up. And Eve wanted to know why Train reacted the way he did; he doesn't normally get that heated, especially when it's just a normal person.

A part of her hoped that the reason for Train's anger was the same as her reason for continuously turning down confessions, but she was still doubtful of that. To her Train was nothing like Sven or Rinslet, who were like family, her feelings for him have a much deeper cause.

Eve took another glance at Train, trying to build her resolve. She knew that something needed to be said and just as she opened her mouth to speak…

"Princess," Train said while still having his eyes closed, guess she wasn't the only one who needed to break the silence.

"Yeah," I replied, he still didn't look up, 'He doesn't want to look me in the eye.'

"Princess… Lil' Princess… Eve," he seemed to be mumbling. Eve thought he was awake but maybe he is half-asleep.

"What?" Eve was confused, 'Did he just say Eve?' Although hearing her given name coming out if his mouth was something she had once hoped for, for some reason, the sound of her name from his lips sounded weird. Eve realized some time ago that the "Princess" pet-name was something she actually liked.

Train's expression became troubled, "Hn, dammit!" He, making her jump a little, suddenly sat up to stare directly at Eve.

His stare was intense, Eve was little nervous. She couldn't understand what he was thinking, but she was not the only one.

The Black Cat, was more confused about his thoughts than anyone else.

Train had been going over the day's events in his mind since they arrived home. His thoughts had gone from angry threats, towards a certain 'pretty-boy', to what kind of relationship Train and Eve have.

Train had gotten over his anger on the walk home and was, for the most part, mulling over his actions. After thinking about it, he started realize why he was so angry. At first, he thought it was because that guy was bothering the Princess and was about to do something like that against her will.

His thoughts led him to think about what exactly he felt for the Princess.

Eventually the thoughts led to him realizing just how much the Princess had grown. No longer was she a little child, not that she was an adult, but he couldn't deny the figure and curves she had developed over the years. And she still had room to grow, considering how Tearju looked, not that he was thinking about the Lil' Princess that way.

Lil' Princess… Little Princess… she wasn't so little anymore. Train knew that he could no longer think of her as a child, much less as a little sister. He saw the Princess in the way a man sees a woman and he loved her in the same way.

He suspected and hoped the Princess felt the same way he did, she has started to blush around him recently (but maybe that's just puberty like Sven had mentioned to him before). It was time he started seeing and thinking of her as the young woman she is… but, how does he do that?

Train thought that he should try to call her by her given name, Eve. But for some reason the thought of calling the Princess anything else seemed wrong. After all, she was Eve to everyone else, but she was his Princess.

"Train?" Eve gave him a questioning stare.

The cat remembered that he had just called the Princess by her given name and was staring directly at her.

"What is it Princess?" he asked, for some reason after hearing the word Princess she seemed to relax a little.

"Are you…" she started to mumble. Something the strong willed Princess doesn't do often.

"Hm?" he gave her a smile, urging her to continue.

"Are you angry?" she gave him a worried glance then looked back her book.

Train looked a little confused at the question until the days earlier events returned to his mind. His expression started to sour as he recalled why the awkward situation started. Princess had looked back up from her book to see his dark expression and got nervous.

"So you are angry," she repeated he question as an answer. Train looked at her wondering why she was asking it like that. She should be the one angry, after all. He had dragged her away and it was that boy that tried to kiss her.

The Princess looked back at her book, letting her bangs overshadow her face, and if Train did not have cat-like senses he would have missed the quiet, "sorry," that she mumbled.

"Why are you saying sorry, Princess?" he didn't get why she needs to say it, it should be that "Cain" guy.

"Sorry that you had to help me like that," she looked at Train seeming to be guilty. 'Did she feel bad he had to interfere? Maybe she didn't want him to? Did she actually want to be kissed by that guy?' His last thought did not sit well with him but he kept his face stoic, not wanting the Princess to think he was angry at her.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Princess. Not unless you didn't want me to stop what that guy was about to do?" His voice held some venom in his voice at the end of his statement, he hoped she wouldn't notice.

Too bad, she did.

The Princess looked up with a forced, according to Train, stoic expression. She knew how to have a poker face but he could always see past it and right now, he could see the worry and nervousness in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Sorry," was all she said as she looked back at her book, obviously ending the short, but devastating, conversation.

'Why did she say sorry?' Train sometimes couldn't understand his Princess. What made it worse is that he was agitated by the meaning of those words.

'Did the Princess want to be with that guy? But why did she look so panicked? And why would she say sorry?' Train let his thoughts wander in the dark again while Eve was panicking underneath the surface.

'Great, now we're back to the dreadful silence,' the 'Princess' was stressing herself over her situation once again.

It would seem the two were back to where they were before the conversation.

Eve knew that the awkwardness needed to end but she had no clue what to do. Even after years of being with Train and Sven and spending a year in school, she still had social issues. Sometimes she was at loss for words even with her extensive vocabulary.

Noticing the time, Eve decided she would try to remedy the situation the next day. 'You're just trying to postpone telling him your feelings,' the little voice in the back of her head said but as true as it was she did need to be at school tomorrow.

"I'm going to bed," Eve said while leaving the living room as quickly as she could without looking rushed.

Had Eve looked back even for a second, she would have seen Train's disappointed expression.

Eve: So nothing was solved.

Rubypearl: If you want to think that way. I personally feel something great just happened. The kiss has become a cataly…

Train: Yeah, I protected the Princess' lips, so there was no kiss.

Eve: Not that I needed it.

Rubypearl: I was actually talking about something else but whatever… I already have planned to have Svenny in the next chapter. So be prepared. I'm talking about you Train.

Train: Wait, why me?

Eve: Idiot.