Disclaimer: I don't own Black Cat

Train didn't know why he was staying so long in that town, in fact, he doesn't even stay a week with so many people in one town, but everyday since he met Saiya he keeps having old dreams, he even dreamt of Eve and Sven.

I wonder how there doing, I wish that I knew because knowing them there probably in some kind of danger.

Train shook his head and began to walk to the market, he was extra careful to not show that he was a number, but he walked around frequently. Train never talked to anyone though; talking to someone, will get you attached to them, just like some how he was attached to Saya and now this new girl.

When he got into the market he bought milk, the cashier never asked him his name before and if he did he wouldnt tell, the name, of course, he'd use would be Bob if he did, but that name usually makes people standoffish. (B/n: hey I feel like your talking about me, since my name IS bob and all)

He thanked the clerk and walked back outside, then he thought, didn't she say that she had a gun, in this town, maybe…

He mentally slapped himself, "snap out of it, its best if you never see her again anyway…but why am I so curious to know just who she might be."Train drank the rest of his milk and walked into a blacksmith shop.

"Howdy young man, lookin' for a gun", said an old guy at the desk.

"No, I just have some questions", answered Train.

"Shoot"

"You see a girl about this tall, tacky kimono and well she supposedly held a gun here"

"If you talking about Saiya she left town not to long ago, said she had business"

"I see"

"Are you a boyfriend, well if she comes back I'll tell her tha-"

"No, no... thank you I'm fine, thank you for your time"

"Hey son what's your name"

"Bob"

"…"

Knew that would happen, well I better get going; it's probably a good thing that I don't meet up with her…

He got distracted by the man, "Hey Bob, I'll tell Saiya you came on by, you hear, and oh that pistol your wearing, looks like its been cracked before, I can fix that…"

"Oh you mean, you…", Train was confused, he hides his Hades well, unless you mean that time Saya saw it but, "no I'm fine, I don't use this old thing anyway" ugh that hurt to say that –mentally crying-

"Look Bob if that's really is your name, I'm not asking, I'm telling, seeing that beautiful revolver right there…just me touching it will be good enough for pay, or…are you keeping something away from me", said the guy teasing.

"Yeah, but you see…I…", said Train, knowing that if he saw his Pistol he'd know he was a number and there be no stopping people from shooting at him.

"Let me see it son, you ain't gonna disrespect an old guy like me are ya", he said jumping over the desk and taking out a cigar.

I'm getting the felling you aren't old at all, damn, what am I going to do, I cant let him see it, maybe I can run, but that'll cause too much suspicion, maybe I can…

"You ain't got nothin' to hide, I mean if you aren't a number that is…", the guy said with one eye open leaning on his desk.

"Oh no sir, not me, If I get my hands on one of those numbers I would kill them, well at least try…", said Train bluntly, Aw man it hurts so bad –mentally crying harder-

"Oh well I give up, I mean Saiya warned me about a guy your age that might come in here, said he has a busted up gun and that if I loved her like a granddaughter I'd help him out, I mean I would, even if he WAS a number", he said closing both eyes this time while lighting his cigarette. "What do ya say huh?"

"Oh I see…", Train said understanding that the guy just wants to help, but what if he's lying, what if I'm playing right into his trap, damn I'm hungry.

The man stuck the cigar in his mouth, "Are you hungry why don you stay the night, here let me see that gun and you can stay here and eat all you want", then he paused, "FOR FREE!" added the man.

Train grinned, "Hey that's all you had to say", Train then handed him the gun.

The old man examined it, "jeez number, what you get yourself into with this thing, it's so worn down"

"You look like your about to cry…" said Train utterly confused that a grown man would cry over someone else's gun.

"I am crying, I'll be right back, there's food in the kitchen", he began walking away, "poor child", he said talking to the gun, "The bullets are nice and shiny though!"

Who is that man…? "Well doesn't matter to me…food, kitchen, NOW", Train walked in the kitchen, he looked around, even though he's the only blacksmith in this town, he isn't rich.

"Whoa, his fridge is stocked though", Train got Ramen noodles and ate them, "I can't live like this, I'm going to find Sven, I'm sure he'll welcome me back with open arms!"

"Who?" said the old man out of no where.

"…",how'd he manage to sneak up on me like that, I didnt notice until 6 seconds before he spoke, damn I need to train more (B/n:AHAHAHAAHAH TRAIN!!!!)(A/n: shuddup…)

"Aw and it works on everyone, but then again you're a number so you must have heard me a mile away!", said the man laughing.

"Um yeah, what's your name, because I might just settle for old man", Train swallowed what was left in his bowl.

"I could say the same for you,but then again, I could call you 13….or even Black Cat, huh, oh my name is Koshimoto", said Koshimoto laughing.

"No, call me Train"

"Ok Black Cat"

"What is up with you people, I give you my name yet you use what you want"

"I'm sorry, you don't like being called a cat"

"…well"

"I mean your known to be giving bad luck to everyone you come around to"

"Well it seems like that, but…"

"Uh huh, sleep boy, you need rest, I'm sure you'll probably leave early in the morning without a 'goodbye', that's why I'm going to finish your gun tonight, and oh", he said walking away, "I reckon Saiya went to Bracchio City."

But that's the city…

"Hey you better get to rest", he smiled, "Saiya said you better not stand her up ahahaha", then he disappeared.

Train went outside and stared at the sky, "Saiya, who are you…"

WHAOOOOOOReNtYouSopRoUdOfMeCaUsEisUrAMpRoUDoFmYSelfImEaNiNEvERkNeW!!!!

Narrator: Well I hope you liked it I believe that I am going to write more and all you have to do is comment (b/n: ~eating a pickle~) is that all you'll ever eat? (B/n: I eat cookies don't I?) ~sigh~…yes that you do….