14AmyChan-lalala, nothing to say except that I don't own Black Cat.
Saya P.O.V.
I don't know why, but I didn't mind him saying such things. His hold was comforting and warm. If what he said was true, if I had blocked out those memories, then maybe they would just go away if I left them alone, but I had to remember everything I knew about this man.
Did Train ever tell me about his past? What was his last name? What does he do for a living? Where did he learn to draw? I want to know everything.
But why?
Train twirled my long dark hair and asked, "Do you still want to cut it?" I felt like if I cut it, I might learn something from the past, but then again, would I know too much? Cut it.
I followed the gut instinct and nodded. If I had the chance to learn about my past, I should take it.
Train pulled away from the hug and I felt a little sad. I instantly missed his warmth and feeling of protection. We went into the hair salon to get my hair trimmed.
Snip, snip, snip.
It all fell, and a weight left my head. I had decided to leave my eyes shut for this. I didn't want to see the transformation. Train's picture held a girl that was too beautiful. She had a cute petite face, tiny nose and large, beautiful eyes. Her hair had been short, fitting her face perfectly. But the one thing that captivated her was how it all seemed to revolve around her smile. It was small, but seemed to give off a vibe of everything's okay, don't worry.
Snip, snip, snip.
What I don't get is why he would remember me-if that was me-like that. The girl in the picture seemed to be so reassuring and heartfelt, like she was comforting. Why would that be the first picture in his head?
Snip, snip, comb, comb.
A lot of weight was lost off my head by now. Train still held onto my hand. It was starting to feel consciously weird. Here I was, clinging to this guy I had only reunited with yesterday. I didn't even remember everything.
"It's all over, you should probably look, now" Train's soothing voice gave me the strength to open my eyes.
It was almost just like the picture. Train knew it too. "All that's missing is the smile" the barber behind us said. That's when I noticed that he had put Train's picture on the mirror as a guide. I started to giggle, then laugh. Train laughed with me.
This is one of my favorite nights ever I thought as we went out to dinner after the barbers'. Some people recognized me. They thanked me for something I don't remember doing. "I don't remember saving a town…" was all I needed to mutter.
"Then maybe we should go shooting practice tomorrow" Train said. I looked at him-well, I must have looked at him funny, because he laughed. I half-wanted to ask if he was crazy, while the other half-the half that seemed to be fetching my memories-was really excited to hold a gun in my hands.
"Really?" I asked.
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't think you were ready" Train smiled at me, but his eyes were far-off. That look did it.
"Train Heartnet…" I said in realization. I remembered his last name at last, not only that, but also his nickname. "The Black Cat."
"You're remembering fast" Train "Black Cat" Heartnet laughed. I laughed too. Apparently, I was going shooting with the famous gunslinger, the Black Cat, tomorrow. It doesn't matter I thought as I stared at him, and then smiled. As long as it's him, and no one else.