Chapter 6

Sven sighed, running his hand through his hair. Five months it had been, five months since Train had disappeared, five months since he had last seen the Black Cat at all. He was at a loss; he couldn't pick up the Cat's trail.

Eve sighed beside him, playing with the ends of her blonde hair silently. Even though she had been jealous of the connection that Sven and Train had, she still missed Train, missed his teasing, his gentle strength, his strange habits that made her smile. She had been searching just as hard as Sven, but neither of them had had any luck.

Rins had left them about a month ago. She had wanted to help look for Train, but the government had hired her once more, and she had to leave. She had told Sven that she would be back, and that she would be looking for Train even as she worked.

"Do you think we'll ever find him Sven?" Eve asked softly.

Sven put a hand on her head, ruffling her hair. "Of course we will, don't worry. We'll find him."

Train wiped at his mouth, grabbing the glass of water nearby and rinsing out his mouth, flushing the toilet with a shaking hand. He had been throwing up for nearly two weeks now, and he was definitely not enjoying it in the least. He had only been sick once before, and this was something new for him.

He was hungry, but just the smell of food was enough to send him running back for the bathroom. With a sigh he stood, shakily moving back towards the bed and lying down. After closing his eyes he felt a little better, though his stomach was still performing acrobatics inside him.

Running a hand through his bangs Train sighed again. Creed had been acting strangely, and it was starting to worry him. The blond had started restricting Train's explorations again, keeping the Cat to a relatively small area of the mansion. There was also the issue of food, Train had never eaten so many nutritious things in his life, nor had he had so little junk food. Train could also remember multiple times waking up and seeing Creed in the doorway, just 'checking in on him.'

Train was a little confused, and he was also starting to get irritated. He wanted to know what was going on, and he wanted to know now.

It wasn't until a few days after his throwing up quit that he finally got around to figuring out that something was seriously wrong with him. His pants didn't fit right.

Train blinked, attempting to button his pants again and failing miserably. With a frown Train moved to the closet, pulling out a pair of elastic pants and pulling them on, not really in the mood to wrestle with his pants. 'But why wouldn't they fit in the first place? They've always been a little too big before…'

Train walked out of his room and nearly ran smack dab into Creed. The blond grinned. "Just checking in on you."

Something in Train snapped, and with an angry hiss the Cat bared his fangs at Creed. "That's it! Tell me what the hell is going on, right now!"

Creed blinked. "Oh, it's nothing Train. Why would you think that something was happening?"

Train rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, how can I not think that? You've been restricting my wandering, my food, my sleep, and you've been 'checking in on me' a lot more than usual. And you want to know what else? My pants don't fit anymore! What the fuck is happening to me?.!"

Creed blinked again. He had heard Train swear before, but he had never heard the Cat use that particular word. With a sigh he ran a hand through his bangs. "Alright, alright. If you insist. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Train crossed his arms. "I think I really don't care at this point."

"Well, do you remember that night when I got you drunk?"

Train snorted. "Of course."

"Well… Let's just say that this was caused by that." Creed shuffled his feet, extremely uncomfortable. He quickly checked Train's leg, happy to see that the Cat had forgotten Hades today. "You're about… 11 weeks pregnant Train."

Train did a double take. "E-Excuse me?.! I'm what?.!"

"Pregnant. A little over two and a half months." Creed said.

Train blinked, and then burst into laughter. "That's a good one! Oh, geez, I haven't heard a joke that good in a long time!!"

"I'm serious Train."

Train stopped, his golden eyes wide. "S-Serious?" he squeaked. Creed nodded. Train stared. And then those wide golden eyes rolled up into his head and Creed let out a cry, diving forward to catch the Cat as he fainted dead away.

Train awoke with a groan, putting a hand to his forehead as he did. 'I just had the craziest dream…'

He stopped. And stared. He was in Doctor's labs, and the glasses-wearing man was rolling a strange looking machine towards him, as well as getting out a few other unknown things. Creed stood nearby, looking a little anxious.

Train blinked, but he didn't get a chance to say anything, Creed beat him to it. "I'm sorry Train, I didn't mean to scare you, are you okay, is everything alright, you're not hurt are you…"

Train put up a hand to stop the babbling man. "Everything's fine. Second, what is that?" He pointed to the machine that Doctor was currently fiddling with.

"Relax, I'm just going to do an ultrasound. Now, lay back and lift up your shirt please." Doctor said calmly, holding up a tube filled with a strange gel that Train couldn't identify.

The Cat snorted. "Like I'm going to do that."

He was interrupted as Doctor did it for him, pulling up the Cat's shirt and spreading the gel over his belly. Train yelped at the cold, but stopped as Doctor placed the machine against his stomach, and Train found himself staring into space in front of him.

There was a pounding sound in the air, a rhythmic thumping that reminded Train of a heartbeat. It was fast and shallow, and there were two of them, going at a steady pace, nearly identical to each other, making them hard to tell apart.

"W-what's that?" Train asked softly.

"That's the babies' hearts. It appears you're carrying twins, Train, unlike we originally thought. I guess that's what we get for not taking a look in here for about two and a half months." Doctor said, sliding the device over Train's skin to get a better look.

Train's voice was a little squeaky as he spoke next. "T-Twins?"

Doctor chuckled, turning the ultrasound so Train could see the screen. "Yes, see, there they both are. A little hard to see them, but they're both still fairly small."

Train's mouth hung open, his eyes were wide. Creed chuckled at his expression, and Train just stared, swallowing heavily. He glanced down at his stomach. "Are those really inside me? But… how?"

Doctor shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure. Sometime after Creed first had his… fun with you, I gave you an examination, you remember that?"

Train nodded. "Yup. I was fighting the whole time."

Doctor nodded, a little bit of distaste on his face. "Yes, indeed. It was then that I realized that the nano-machines had done something with your internal workings, making it possible for you to bear children. Why they did, I'm still not entirely sure, but I assume that they felt the presence of sex cells and automatically conformed you to accept them properly, by having a uterus and eggs ready to provide."

"You mean I'm like… a woman?.!"

Creed snorted and Doctor smirked. "Inwardly, yes. At least, you have a working uterus and fallopian tubes. As for other things, you most certainly do not have."

Train shuddered. "That's just… weird."

Doctor removed the machine from Train's stomach, wiping it clean and offering Train a towel so he could do the same for his stomach. Train did so with shaking hands, pulling his shirt down after he was done. "As for you, I believe you're nearly done with your morning sickness, though it will vary. You may have two more weeks or so, or it may go on throughout the entire pregnancy if you're unlucky. Apparently since you're carrying twins your waistline has already begun to suffer, and I expect it will continue to do so, especially in the coming weeks. You should really begin to notice a difference after this point."

Train sighed. "Great, I'm gonna get fat…"

Creed snorted. "Besides that, are you okay Train? You seem kind of pale."

Train nodded, standing and heading for the door. "I think I just need to lie down and think about this for a while…"

Creed nodded, and Train left, nearly running through the halls to get back to his room as fast as he could. Once there he settled down on the bed, his hand traveling to his stomach. 'I'm pregnant… As weird as that is… I won't let Creed hurt them… I can't…'

Okay, that's my next chapter! I hope that it lives up to your standards!! One more thing, I am considering changing my name. I would like to know my readers thoughts on this, because I want to know if it's a good idea or not. Please let me know your thoughts! Please review!