A/N. This was met with loads of likes, so I'm gonna update it now. Expect the next chapter in a couple of days- a week at the most. Review!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Black Cat…just rub it in my face, why don't you! *Runs off while waving at the chapter*
Sven glared at the man who strode in and looked around the room. The man's afro bounced back and forth until his eyes lit on Train.
"I'm supposed to fight this punk? It won't be a ten second fight!" he said, and he laughed, head thrown back as his chortles echoes around the room.
"What the heck are you doing here? How are you still alive?" Gyanza froze, and slowly turned to look at the green haired sweeper who was shouting at him. Blonde distracted the Tao user for a few moments, but then he turned back to his mortal enemy.
"Sven Vollfied. It's been a while since we met." He turned to look at the two numbers holding Train up. "You sure I can't fight him? I'd like a challenge." He said. Four shook his head.
"Nope. Sephiria says you are to fight Heartnet and Heartnet only. Now, get to it." He said, and the large man shrugged, stretching his neck and cracking his knuckles.
"Woulda love to fight you, old boy. Maybe we'll meet later. After all, you know where I live now." He said, before turning back to Train. The Numbers let go of the sweeper, leaving him to stand on his own two feet, which he managed well. He swayed a little, but drew his gun steadily.
"You mean you live here? With the Numbers? What did you do, join them?" Even Train was getting annoyed with Sven's continuous outbursts. Apparently, Gyanza was annoyed too.
"Look Vollfied, I never died, I joined the Numbers, and I'm gonna beat the crap out of your partner now. Don't interrupt again." Sven glared daggers at the man, but stayed silent. It might have helped that one of the guards was subtly pointing a gun at Train's back and then glancing between the muzzle and Sven, but that was unimportant.
"Now then, I'm told you're the Black Cat? More like a stray cat on the bad end of an alley fight. I'm gonna make you look worse!" Gyanza taunted, and with that, he lunged at Train. The sweeper quickly put his gun up as a shield and then ducked the blind jab. Another fist came in an upper cut, and Train leaped back. Gyanza swung around to kick out at Train's jaw, only to barely clip his right shoulder. However, it did the trick, swinging Train around so that the criminal could jam an elbow into his back. Train flew to the floor and then used his momentum to roll to the side, avoiding having his arm stomped on by a heavy boot.
Jumping to his feet, the sweeper jumped for the man and clamped his hands across Gyanza's ears, effectively discombobulating the man. One of his flailing arms smashed into Train's gun arm, sending Hades flaying across the room. One of the guards had to duck the sailing weapons. Red burn marks appeared on Train's hand as he tried to grasp the thin rope attached to the edge of his gun. He hissed as red droplets appeared on his hands, but strengthened his grip, only to almost loose it when Gyanza slammed a fist in the back of his head. His face met the floor once again as he was dropped. Groaning, he rolled a little too slowly and had his wrist stomped on.
His cry mingled with a sickening snapping sound, and he cradled his right hand with his left. Sven shouted out, and he looked over to see Eve peering out with tears in his eyes. He couldn't get hurt any more. If not for his well being, then for his family. He looked up at Gyanza, taking in the dilated eyes and the heavy breathing. His hands were shaking slightly, and his gaze flickered all over.
The man was either high, or drunk. Either way, the next few moves would prove effective. He staggered to his feet, and then waved his right hand to distract the murdered (ha! What a hypocrite he was) while at the same time, snapping his left wrist so that his gun jerked forward and smacked Gyanza in the back of his head. A faint cry of pain sounded from the man as he reached behind his head for the gun, which was safely back in its holster. Taking advantage of the man's confusion, Train lunged forward and slammed his uninjured fist into the man's liver, ducking when he immediately bended over in pain. The sweeper ducked even lower and grabbed the murder's right knee, taking it between both of his hands and hyper extending it. He hid a wince of pain as his own wrist cried out at the abuse it was taking before Train backed away as the man fell to the ground. Train gave Gyanza a swift kick to the head which effectively knocked the man out before stumbling away.
"There, I beat him. Who's next?" he growled savagely, holding his wrist close to his side like an injured wolf. Number Eight laughed long and hard, making Train back away as the assassin neared.
"Oh, don't be like that Heartnet. We're all comrades here. But that's all the fighting you'll be doing today. I'm gonna let you stew for the night, and then I'll be back tomorrow with breakfast, ok?" With that, the two assassins, as well as the majority of the guards exited, leaving one to drag Gyanza away, and two more to guard the prisoners.
When a blocky one with a military hair cut moved forward to drag Train back into the cage, the sweeper danced away.
"No thanks Major General." The cat warned, and 'Major General', as Train had dubbed the man, glared at the sweeper, before turning to unlock the door and standing back. Train edged around the wall and then shot inside the cage, brushing back his friends and into the corner. The door clanged shut behind him and Train waited until he heard the man walk away before looking up. Sven and Eve were shuffling over to him while keeping an eye on the guards.
Train hissed as he ripped away the bottom part of his shirt and started adjusting his wrist. Small hands grabbed his, and gently moved them away. He looked up to see Eve looking down at his swollen wrist.
"You're going to make it worse the way you're treating it." She said, and she started setting his wrist, trying to ignore the small winces of pain Train gave off every few seconds. She held her hand out for their makeshift bandage and Train dropped it in her hands. Silence was only broken by small groans from Train as Eve wrapped his wrists. With a final knot she dropped his wrist, allowing him to bring it close to his chest.
"Anything else?" He shook his head and they all settled down in the corner.
"So…Gyanza's back." Train muttered, and Sven chuckled darkly.
"I guess so. Could have sworn he died." Train shook his head.
"Psychotic jerks have a habit of not dying when you want them to." The brown haired sweeper put in, and he adjusted his position in the corner, leaning his head back to rest against the wall. Sven glanced at the bruise decorating his cheek and frowned.
"Are you sure you didn't get hit anywhere else?" Train shrugged, and then blinked open an amber eyes.
"Well…he did hit me pretty hard…in the head." Train mumbled, "Doesn't hurt much…" He clarified, and then closed his eyes again.
"Train, stay awake ok? You might have a concussion. Just let Eve look at the back of your head, ok?" Train groaned, but complied, letting his head loll forward. Eve silently pushed Train's hair away, feeling around the back of his head until she felt a small bump.
'It is not a big one. We should wake him up every three hours." Eve clarified, and she pushed Train's head back against the wall.
Soon, the man was snoring softly and both friends relaxed as much as one could in a cell.
"I wonder what Chronos wants with Train. I was under the impression that Sephiria was fine with Train leaving." Eve said, and Sven shrugged.
"I did too. But maybe she was acting…? He suggested half-heartedly. Eve sighed, and blinked slowly, yawning. Sven smiled.
"I'll take first watch. You can go to sleep." Eve nodded sleepily, and within minutes was curled up next to Train. Sven smiled at the happy sight before frowning at the bleak one everywhere else.
With dead men rising and assassin's going back on sworn promises, this was shaping up to be one crappy week.
A/N. Well, there you go. I totally have the rest of this pretty much planned out. You'll probably hate me for a few things I do, but in the end, I hope you enjoy it. This one will be one of the longest things I write, so be happy! Review to tell me how happy you are!
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