A/N: I've gotten sooo into Black Cat. I mean c'mon! Violence, implied yaoi, attractive men! Who wouldn't be hooked?

I do not own Black Cat sadly...

Chapter Two

"Sven!" Train whispered and layed flat against the brick wall his number thirteen pistol already drawn. The moon glinted off his yellow eyes making them look almost cat like. "We're being followed." The dangerous smile I'd grown to love flashed acrossed his face.

I tipped my head to let him know I heard him and draw my own gun. Whoever it was must be powerful because Train was practically jumping up and down with excitement. He slid down the wall slowly, with me quietly guarding his back.

He turned the corner and cocked his gun, resting his finger on the trigger carefully. He held it up as a head turned. "Been awhile, Creed." A wicked smile greeted Train.

"Number thirteen, a pleasure." Creed drew his invisible blade sword just in case.

"I've got this one." a voice spoke up, wavering with the pure evil of it.

Creed smirked. "Thanks Shiki."

I spun around as a bee buzzed in my ear only to see a whole flock with a mummy looking guy in the middle. His laugh was tinged with cockiness, I bet he enjoyed danger just like Train. "The infamous Sven." He laughed again. "I've been watching you. The one eye I could see shined with blood lust He tossed up a glass ball with one hand and kept his bees at bay with the other. "With this." A wicked smile appeared as the ball played out a scene from earlier that night. I was gazing at Train with obvious affection in my eyes but he had his full attention on his food, which wasn't surprising. "I think he just needs to be pushed in the right direction." He smirked. "And I've got just the thing."

For some reason the statement made my blood boil and I shot at him but one of his bees took the bullet for him. "Shut up!" I opened fire at him without aiming but all his bees protected him.

"Sven!" Train called over from his own battle. "Calm down Svenny!"

"No!" I'd never told him no before and he was taken aback because I was supposed to be the rational one. I reloaded my gun and shot after every word. "He. Needs. To. Die!" I shot until the last bee fell. I advanced on the mummy and pressed me gun to his forehead. "Die," I growled and pressed the trigger, nothing happened. I pressed it again and again, nothing happened. I held my finger down on the trigger hard but it didn't do anything. "Damn it! Just damn it all to hell!"

Shiki laughed his shaky laugh. "Silly human, weapons are no match for my perfected Tao." My gun liquefied and slipped between my fingers. It swirled on the ground and morphed into one giant spider. I stumbled backwards as he laughed out his triumph. "My orders are not to kill, they are to give." He handed me something in a pinkish tinted plastic bottle with Train's name scrawled acrossed. "In there is a powerful love potion made by my very own Tao." He pointed at it. "For Train's mouth alone, put it in his milk." He laughed and exploded into smoke.

I coughed out the black substance. My lungs felt like they were being drowned in my own blood. I fell to my knees and hacked at the ground. He must've recreated my very own poison gas from the last time we engaged in battle. The air cleared slowly and I greedily inhaled the clean air. Train stood staring at the spot Creed was less than a minute ago. "Again, I failed again." he muttered to no one but himself and gave the ground a kick. "One day, Creed, one day." he sighed and pocketed his gun, completely unbothered by the smoke before. Train didn't have a scratch on him which probably surprised Creed, he'd been doing a lot of training lately. I'd wake up in the middle of the night to see him practicing his defensive techniques.

I smiled at Train and stood on shaky legs while straightening my eye patch. The bottle felt heavy in my hand but I couldn't tell Train about it, not yet. I didn't know if it was even a love potion for real and when I did tell him I'd have to explain how Shiki knew to make it special for Train. I wasn't ready to come clean completely. Our partnership might become strained and I'm not ready for that, I might never be ready for that.

Train slung his arm around my shoulders and helped me stand. "You alright?" There was genuine worry in his voice and the edges of his eyes crinkled slightly.

"I'm fine." I snapped while shaking off his arm which made me pitch forward.

"Whoa!" Train's arms darted out to catch me and he pulled me against his chest to steady me. "Nothing wrong with getting wounded from battle.
His voice was soft and he soothingly stroked my hair. "Svenny-Baby... this'll hurt..." He stuck a needle in my arm, making my thoughts go fuzzy.

I wavered in his arms for a second before I realized what he'd done. "You bastard!" I'd be out in under a minute, it was my own sleeping serum that was supposed to help Train heel better in his sleep.

His musical laughter graced my ears. "You know it's for your own good." He lightly pressed his lips to my temple which would've surprised me if I were in my right mind. "Sleep."

A/N: Ooooh! Train's gonna get it when Sven wakes up! But Train did it out of love! Maybe Svenny-Baby will understand? Doubtful.. But heh, a fangirl can dream!