A/N: sorry for the really long wait guys. But I kind of got lost on the road of life and then I met this old lady who… Um, yeah. I have resorted to quoting Kakashi because my actual excuse wuld be my usual one. Two words.
Real Life.
Yeah well, I'm here now, so please, without further ado, go ahead an indulge yourselves.
Enjoy!
"You will no longer be able to see, hear or feel her around you." Yuuko explained, "As for Saya, she will have to accompany you on this journey and once you are finished, she will move on."
"I-I… I will n…"
"I will pay the price."
Saya cut Train off before he could refuse the witch.
"No, Saya, we'll find some other way," The ex-assassin protested but the ghost of his friend merely gave him a sad smile.
"We both need to save her Train-kun," the apparition of the sweeper spoke somberly. "It might be too late for that if we start looking for alternatives."
"But Saya, do you even realize what that witch is asking?"
"I do," the ghost answered.
"And you're okay with that?" He asked with an incredulous expression.
"I have to move on sooner or later Train-kun," she sighed turning her green eyes back to stare at Yuuko.
"So what will it be Train?" the witch asked, not unkindly.
"You swear I'll be able to get to princess this way?" he asked, meeting her wine-eyed gaze with his own cold one.
"Mokona will take you to where Eve is being held captive. The rest will be up to you."
"If that mutated rabbit is just some sort of joke," Train said in a calm and calculated voice, making no real effort to try and keep the threatening tone out of it. "Rest assured that I will come back."
"Very well then. I accept your payments." Yuuko waved her hand in the air, appearing as though she had not heard what Train had implied. A tingling sensation that started at the base of Train's neck, travelled down his spine before vanishing abruptly.
"Huh?" he looked around in confusion noticing that Saya had disappeared from his side.
"You should head back now," Yuuko suggested gently as she turned around and left the room through a pair of rice-paper doors.
"Saya…" the ex-assassin whispered softly as he stared at the spot where the ghost had been just seconds before. But there was nothing there anymore.
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A young man with round spectacles perched on his nose and his long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail sitting at the base of his neck walked into the room. There was a wild gleam in his eyes as he observed Eve. The girl was currently slumped against the glass wall of her prison, watching him with angry, cherry colored orbs. Her scowl deepened as the man stepped closer. She recognized the look on his face. It was the same look that that Tao using doctor had had when he had captured her.
"Amazing," he breathed, "the perfect living weapon. Just amazing."
A pang of fear struck her heart as Eve watched his retreating back. The man was humming pleasantly as he walked away but Eve knew that there was nothing pleasant about this man. He reminded her of Doctor and if this man was anything like the former, Eve was in so much trouble.
"Sven, Train, where are you guys?" she whispered softly as her eyes once again roamed the room outside her glass cell and landed on the container that held the unconscious auburn haired girl.
-0-
"Damn it Train! Where the hell have you been?" Sven exclaimed, as soon as the sweeper walked in through the door.
"…" the young man did not reply, as he merely dumped his wet jacket on a wooden table and walked behind the counter of Annette's bar. Pulling open the door to the small fridge placed there, he pulled out a bottle of milk, heading over to the table where his jacket was dripping droplets of water with soft plats on the floor. Wordlessly he slumped down in a chair. Instead of opening the bottle to consume the white liquid inside, he merely stared at it.
The former IBI agent took in his appearance. The legendary Black Cat was soaked from head to toe, his mop of unruly chocolate brown hair plastered to his head, sharply contrasting with deathly pale skin, his normally vibrant golden eyes had dulled to a glazed amber. The expression on his face was one Sven had never witnessed before.
"Train?" Sven asked a bit hesitantly, when the ex-assassin made no indication of having noticed his presence.
"Oye, Train," he tried to get his attention once again, with little success.
The sweeper kept staring at the glass container in his hands, a small frown forming on his face. To Sven it seemed the more his friend stared at the bottle, the angrier he became until…
The glass shattered to millions of liquid covered shards with Train not even noticing it as crimson bled into the white turning it into a pale pink. The tiny pieces of the broken bottle glittered in the light cast by the fluorescent bulb overhead as the number thirteen clenched his fists before him, digging the pieces of glass deeper into his flesh.
"Train!" Sven rushed to his friend's side, quickly prying his hands open as he tried to remove the pieces before they could do any further harm. Train watched him work on his hands in a trance like state while Sven tried to berate him for being so careless.
"I can't feel her anymore," the whispered words of his younger friend made Sven freeze in his ministrations. Wide-eyed, the green-haired clairvoyant looked at Train.
Without another word, Train climbed back to his feet, turning his back to his partner's horrified gaze as he walked towards the stairs that led to the spare guestrooms on the upper floor of the bar. He stopped near the bottom stair, his injured hand resting on the guardrail as he kept his back to Sven.
"But I'll bring her back Sven." He promised in a voice barely above a whisper. "I swear I will." With that he was gone, the only evidence of him having been there was the mess on the table next his jacket consisting of shards of a broken glass bottle with pink colored milk mixing with the pool of water on the tiled floor and the blood stained in the shape of a hand on the wooden rail.
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The next morning, by the time Sven came down for breakfast, the group of dimension travelers was already seated at one of the tables. The young brunette, Syaoran was discussing something with the stoic raven-haired man, Kurogane. Their white, bejeweled pet rabbit was happily gulping down food from the latter's plate but the ninja's demeanor did not show any outward annoyance at that, that is until the bulging vein on his forehead gave him away. The blond, named Fai was chattering away and helping Annette with the breakfast. Sven did a double take, Annette was cooking breakfast!
What was the world coming to?
Sven looked around once more only to find that there was one person missing. The ex-Chronos number.
"Morning Annette, has Train come down yet?" the self-proclaimed gentleman greeted the bar owner as he settled down on a stool next to the counter.
"No," the forty year old answered gruffly as she exhaled another puff of smoke from her cigarette.
Sven refrained from sighing before turning his attention back on the group of travelers.
"How long are you guys gonna stay here?" he asked them in general.
Before anyone could answer him however, Train entered the room. Sven glanced at his friend as he took a drag from his cigarette before looking back at the newspaper, but a split second later he was gaping at the younger male, the half smoked cigarette falling to the ground in the process.
The Black Cat was dressed completely in black, with no sign of his usual padded blue jacket or the little golden bell that he always wore around his neck, the ensemble he wore was something out of his Chronos days. Dark grey shirt, dark jeans and a black long coat, though he still had Hades strapped to his thigh.
"I'm going sweeping," he told the clairvoyant as he swept past him, his demeanor not quite gloomy but nowhere near his usual happy-go-lucky idiotic attitude either. His aura was more of a don't-mess-with-me-if-you-want-to-live sort.
"Alone?" Sven found his voice quite quickly.
"Yes." Was all the answer he got as the door swung shut behind the man's back.
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A/N: How long is the gang planning on staying in this world? Is Train reverting to his former Chronos-self? And what do Eve's kidnappers want with her? How will Sven react when he finds out about Train's decision to go dimension travelling to find the clairvoyant's adoptive daughter?
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