14AmyChan: I don't own a single thing! *^_^*

Eve: *holding needles*

14AmyChan: shouldn't you give those back…?

Eve: do I have to?

Sven: who do they belong to?

Eve: they're his… *points*

14AmyChan: read on! *^_^*

It was twelve thirty and Creed, his freaky sidekick Shiki, and Saya were awaiting the entrance of Train. Creed busied himself with fantasies of finally defeating the "witch" Saya Minatsuki and finally winning his old Trainy back. Shiki was secretly wondering how a man with such power could act like such a freak. Saya was doing everything she could to stay conscious. There was something she had to say. Something Train needed to hear…

Ding

The elevator bell signaled that someone was slowly ascending the heights of Lunafort Tower. "Oh?" Creed asked, his fantasies pleasantly broken. "He is a tad early…" Creed could barley contain his excitement as he watched the elevators slowly and gloriously open to reveal…

…nothing. No one was in the elevator. It was then that three gunshots broke the window and nearly took Creed's head along with it. As everyone backed away from the newly smashed window, Creed's eye caught a magnificent flourish of black. Creed looked up to find that he was not dreaming. Train "Black Cat" Heartnet had arrived in all his old glory. "My heart yearned to see you once again, Train, no-" Creed did his best to humble himself before this man. "Black Cat"

"Trainy, I never thought that you'd dress for the occasion" Creed chatted away happily as he got up. He was so sure, sosure, that this spell would soon release its hold on his partner. "It has indeed been a few years since I've been in your terrifying presence-"

"Just shut up" Train finally found his voice. It was apparent that it was shaking, but Creed was left clueless. To him, it was the inner voice of his Trainy, calling out for nothing more than blood-clenching action. Soon,soon Creed thought to his Trainy. SoonIwillreleaseyoufromthatevilwitch'sspell…

Train's eyes darted around for Saya. He couldn't see her for a few seconds. Then, his eyes grazed over a lump next to Creed's freaky sidekick. It was Saya. Train could tell because the lump was wearing two fluffy ears on its head. Saya never got rid of those cat ears. Train's fury peaked. He sprinted as fast as his highly trained feet could take him. He was behind Creed in a matter of a millisecond, his gun pressed solidly against his enemy's back. "I warned you not to hurt her…" Train reminded Creed. The rage in his voice was unmistakable this time. Even to Creed.

"Really, Trainy" Creed said, seeming to disappear into thin air. The voice came again from where Saya was. "I am releasing you from the spell of this evil witch." Train whirled around to see that Creed was holding Saya up by the collar of her yukata. "I don't see why this woman could even inter-"

Train had run and smashed the butt of his gun against Creed's face. When Creed flew, he had dropped Saya, who hit the ground. Hard. Even as her head crashed against the cold metal floor, releasing a heartless metallic echo, Saya had one thought on her mind: To get through to Train. Even now, she was still spitting out blood so she could even attempt to talk.

"You get this straight" Train growled, clenching his gun so hard that Saya thought his knuckles would start bleeding from the pressure being exerted on them. "I am going to kill you, right here, right now. The world would be better off that-"

Saya didn't want to hear Train talk like this. He was regressing. Going back into the cold-blooded assassin that he once was. "Train" she was finally able to croak. "Train-kun…"

Train stopped in his tracks. He was sure he heard it. A voice. Her voice. Train could hardly believe it. In a matter of a split-second he was by Saya's side, Shiki having been tossed aside. Train took in Saya's damage. She had multiple bruises and several cuts. It was obvious to Train that Creed had restrained himself slightly, but for what? The harshest bruises on her were those on her neck. As blood continued to trickle from the numerous wounds, Train heard Saya continue talking to him.

"Remember" Saya began, struggling to get each word out. "When we talked at the bench? After I came back from that $180,000 bounty?" Saya really wanted to get this across. She felt that Train needed to hear this now.

"It was the first time I've ever seen you mad" Train remembered that day, it was the first time he had laughed in years. In the corner of his eye, he saw Creed start to dig his way out of the surrounding rubble.

"Remember…" Saya was fighting the blackness coming over her. She needed to get Train to remember this. It was important. "How I told you what you looked like when we first met…?"

"Yeah" Train chuckled a little bit. Saya had told him that he had looked downright diabolical. A menace among menaces. It was a memory he liked remembering, if only for comedic relief.

"Don't go back" Saya got those last words out before she had to succumb to the darkness. It brought her down like a heavy weight. In her mind, she begged "Don'tgobacktothepersonyouoncewere…"

Train felt Saya go limp in his hands, and for a split-second he feared the worst. Instantly, he checked for her pulse. When relief flooded through him, Creed chose that second to strike. Faster and more deadly than a viper, Creed bashed Train away from Saya, rage apparent in the insane man's face.

"WHY?" Creed screeched at the top of his lungs. To be honest, the high pitch hurt Train's ears. "WHY DO YOU GIVE THAT LOOK TO HER! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY TRAINY!" Creed threw blow after blow at Train, and Train dodged blow after blow. Train ducked and dodged, trying to formulate a plan to get Saya out of there safely and kicking Creed's ass in the process.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HATE THAT WAS ONCE SO PROMINENT?" Creed kept asking. It was a howl filled with pain. Creed's mind whirred. Once he had heard Train's laugh, the horrible sound, he had come as fast as he could. Creed stopped long enough to question his partner rationally. "What happened to the great assassin from two years ago?" Creed asked, readying his fists for more blows. "What happened to my Trainy, the infamous Black Cat?"

Train chose that moment to ram his gun into Creed's gut, earning him the satisfaction of seeing Creed cough up a mouthful of blood. Train figured that Saya couldn't hold in much longer, so he might as well get all the ass-kicking and killing in as quickly as possible…

14AmyChan: I don't own anything… ^^;

Eve: May I keep these? *holds needles*

14AmyChan: No, give them back to Bookman, please.

Eve: *glares*

14AmyChan: *glares back*

Sven: um… ladies…?

Eve: *turns puppy dog eyes on Sven* she's going to take away the needles…

Sven: *melts* uh…

Bookman: I need those to fight akuma

Lavi: Why'd you give them to a little girl, you old panda-? *gets hit by Bookman*

Bookman: DON'T CALL ME A PANDA!

14AmyChan: Eve, you can always make some more, so give the originals back.

Eve: *reluctantly hands over needles*

Bookman: thank you, young lady

Eve: he just called me a "young lady"

14AmyChan: yes he did. *^_^*

Eve: I'm not a monster or a machine…?

14AmyChan: nope~! *^_^*

Eve: *hugs Bookman*

Bookman: *freezes* uh…

Lavi: *laughs*

Sven: *sighs*

Train: Look, 14AmyChan doesn't own anything, but she does like it when people tell her that she did good. So just write that kind of stuff in the review box, okay?

14AmyChan: PLEASE R&R~! *^_^*