Purrrfect Name
The cat mewed and licked Eve's hand. It started when Train shot at the target. "Shoot…missed."
"I'm sure it hit the bull's-eye."
"Not quite. I wanted it dead center."
"Train, relax," Eve said, soothing the fear stricken cat. "I'm sure you're fine."
Train just pouted and set the gun down. "I guess your right. I don't want Sven beating me up again."
"Good kitty," Eve teased, scratching the cat behind the ear. The cat purred loudly and drooled a little. Train glared at her and headed downstairs.
Eve sighed. What were they going to do with the Black Cat…
Black Cat…
Train had black hair, sure.
He had yellow, cat like eyes.
He acted like a cat.
He loved milk.
He had good eyesight.
He was a great sweeper, and he was also a great assassin at one point.
Meaning he was a good hunter.
He also loved roaming around freely.
He hated following orders while working at Chronos.
He wore a red bell collar.
He was quick on his feet.
He was fun to hang out with, even though Eve wouldn't admit it.
Therefore, Black Cat was the perfect alias for Train.
And Eve was jealous of that because Train was just so good at what he did. Train poked his head up again.
"Coming, Princess? Sven said lunch was ready."
Eve set the cat down and followed Train downstairs.
"Train," Eve said. He turned to her. "I want to be better than you. But I don't think I can do that with the talent you have."
"I don't take apprentices," Train said, but he was smirking. "But I can make an exception for you, Princess."
Now the finishing blow: "Which is why I'm going to ask Sven to teach me," Eve said, smirking inwardly. She did this to the Black Cat just to bug him. But she had fun messing with the black cat. It was like teasing him with a string. It was like having her own pet.