今日は！ Thank you, my precious reviewers Musal and ShinobiShinigami58! Your reviews made me so happy and proud of myself! And thanks to the two of you in addition to Hana Goldenflower for adding this story to your favorites! It seemed that people really liked chapter 3. I liked it too. X3
I was planning on having about 20 chapters since the beginning, and I still plan to, but I have to admit, I'm kind of surprised that I've made it to chapter 4. Usually I have a bad habit of just writing without a real plan or goal and just digging a deep dark hole that I can't get out of. But, I have a plan! And it should work! And I promise, if I do get stuck in a deep, dark hole, I'll do my best to work my way out of it and not leaving you guys hanging.
And one of my best friends is going to have a foreign exchange student from Japan living with her this spring! I want one, but it just wouldn't work out well, so I'll just hang out at my friend's house with her and the exchange student.
Also, I had this chapter almost done a few days ago, but then the electricity went out. And I lost a lot of it. And its been going out occasionally ever since. And the stupid electricity company won't fix it, because its run by a bunch of corrupt, old, womanizing bastards who only care about money and don't give a shit what happens to us normal, average people.
Ok, I'm done ranting.
Oh, and I just realized that I had anonymous review disabled… So I changed it. Lol. I'm an idiot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Black cat or any of the characters. I also do not possess something commonly referred to as "sanity", whatever that is…
"Sephiria!"
"Yes?"
"Why did you make that freak my partner?! And why do I need a partner at all?!"
"It was hardly my choice…"
"Then who's was it?! The elders would never concern themselves with something so small! And you out rank everyone else! So, it was your choice, don't lie to me!"
"I didn't lie. He came to me, literally begging to be your partner. And that man is so unstable and unpredictable. If I didn't give him what he wanted then who knows what he would have done? He could have killed half of our erasers. Or even started a rebellion. I do not want to deal with him."
"So you gave him whatever he wanted?! And made me deal with him?!"
" I thought that maybe you could control him. He obviously respects and likes you. Use it against him. Control him."
"That's easy for you to say…"
"Just give it a chance, you might find some use for him."
Train sighed and nodded. He was tired and just wanted to go home and sleep.
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"Train!"
"Wha….?!" Train's eyes flew open as his hand went to grab Hades and he bolted upright in bed. He was already holding Hades in front of himself, aimed at the origin of the sound before his eyes even adjusted to the light.
"Creed…" Train sighed. "What do you want?"
"We have a mission!"
"Yeah… so? Sephiria told me last night." Train dropped Hades onto the bed next to him and laid down facing Creed.
"Well, aren't we going to do it?"
"Yes, but not right now! I'm sleeping!" Train rolled over, burying his face in a pillow.
Creed was silent for a few moments, with a thoughtful look on his face. Train sighed and started drifting off to sleep when he was jarred out of his light sleep by a dip in the bed and then an arm wrapping around his waist.
"Creed!"
"Yes?" He snuggled closer, pressing their bodies closer together.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He jumped out of bed grabbing Hades and again pointed it at Creed.
"Trying to sleep, like you wanted."
"Huh?! I wanted to sleep alone!"
"Why? I won't disturb you."
"Get out! NOW!"
Creed just smiled and said, "Your eyes are so beautiful when you're angry."
"What the hell?!"
"LEAVE!! NOW!"
When Creed made no move to get up, Train aimed and pulled the trigger.
Creed's eyes widened, but he didn't move. The bullet grazed the side of Creed's face, leaving a shallow, but bloody cut and putting a hole in the pillow.
"Now what exactly did that accomplish? You just put a hole through your pillow and got it bloody…"
Train growled.
"Come on, just lay back down. I'll let you sleep."
Train rolled his eyes and grabbed a pillow and blanket. He walked out of the bedroom yelling, "Stop bleeding on everything! Go wash the cut or something!" And then proceeded into the living room where he dropped himself onto the sofa, wrapping the blanket around himself.
Creed walked in frowning. "Why do you keep running away? I won't hurt you."
"I'm not worried about being hurt…" Train mumbled as he sat up. "And I thought I told you to stop bleeding on everything!"
"If you didn't want me bleeding, then why did you shoot me?"
"I… I thought you'd dodge it. I never thought that you'd be stupid enough to just let yourself get shot!"
"So you do care about me!"
"Huh? How'd you get that idea?"
"Hmmmm… There isn't enough room on that small sofa for both of us to lie down…"
"Don't change the subject! Besides, that's why I'm sleeping here!"
Creed frowned.
"Train…"
"No! I don't want to hear what ever you're about to say! And for the last time, go clean up that blood!"
"Why don't you clean it?"
"The floor or the pillow? You've gotten blood on both."
"I was talking about the cut." Creed said as he smiled again.
"What!? You can clean your own damn wounds."
"But I want you to do it. And if you don't I'll just keep dripping blood." Creed walked closer to Train and leaned over him. Creed reached out and touched Train's face, lightly caressing it.
"Don't touch me."
"Why, my dear cat? Why does this bother you so much?" Creed leaned forward even farther and kissed Train lightly.
"Hey!" Train pushed him back.
"Don't fight me, please." That pleading look was back on his face, startling Train. Creed took the opportunity to grab Train's chin tightly with one hand and intertwine the other in his soft brown hair. Once again, he kissed Train, but this time more forcefully, holding his head in place despite his protesting.
Creed climbed onto the couch, straddling Train's waist without breaking the kiss. Train's struggling increased, trying desperately to get away before things got worse. Creed started licking and lightly nipping at Train's lips trying to get him to permit him entrance. Train kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to let Creed keep going.
Creed pulled back slightly, frowning again. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."
"Creed…" Train growled he took the opportunity to punch Creed in the jaw with all the force he could muster from such an odd angle. Creed went flying to the floor, pulling Train with him. They landed sprawled on the floor with Train on top.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He got up on his knees and grabbed Hades, which was half under the sofa. Creed had knocked it off the couch, out of Train's reach, when he was preoccupied by what Creed was doing.
He pointed it at the other man's head, point blank while straddling his waist.
"Hmmmm… So you want to be on top? Are you going to take me?"
"Huh? Take… WHAT?! No, you pervert! Is that all you think about?!"
"No, I also think about how beautiful and powerful you are."
Train just glared at the man beneath him.
"Train, put down Hades. Please. You're not going to shoot me." Train didn't do anything. "Please."
Train sighed and let his arm fall to his side.
"Why do you keep trying stuff like this? Why'd you want to be my partner? Why didn't you pick someone who would want to do this with you? Why me?"
"You think I just want sex?" Creed tilted his head slightly, giving Train a questioning look. Train nodded.
"No. I want you. And only you."
"But…"
"Yes, I do want to have sex with you. I'd love nothing more than for you to let me take you, or you can top if you want to… But it's more than that. I want us to be partners, to be together forever.
"You have no idea what you're asking! What you're promising!" Train stood up abruptly. "Come on. Let's just do this mission and get it over with."
Yay! I'm done! This chapter changed a lot from its original version, which I hope is a good thing. Hmmmm.. I just realized that Creed is still bleeding all over everything… He should really clean up after himself…
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….a picture of Creed in a French maid outfit just popped into my head… wow…