Date


"Kuro-samaa! Why's he following us on our DATE?"

"It's not a date, I went out to look for some milk and happened to unfort- er, run in to you," Train replied tearfully as the man on his right and the girl on his left sent death vibes towards each other. Maybe he could outrun them. Maybe? Psh he was faster than both of them combined, he could definitely outrun them. The problem was what'd happen after they found him again.

"He's MINE. Get your hands off him!" Creed growled, nearly tugging Train's arm off.

"KURO-SAMA LIKES GIRLS BETTER! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT!" the highschool girl retorted, almost breaking his other arm, scorching her popsicle with fury.

"You- you bit-"

"Creed, the rating," Train reminded, as he had to do often, it was the only thing that kept Creed from doing NC-17 things to him.

"...witch!"

"Wait nevermind, it's T, I think you can cuss in that."

"BITCH!"

"KURO-SAMA! ARE YOU GONNA LET HIM CALL ME THAT?"

Tug.

"LET GO OF HIM!"

Pull.

"KURO-SAMAAA"

Screech.

"TRAIN!"

Pull. Tug. Pain. Ow.

Ow.

Owwwww.

Screw this, he didn't care about the after effects anymore, he'd run so far they'd never find him again.

Heck, he'd change his name, dye his hair, remove his tattoo and convince Sven and Eve to do the same!

Eh, wait was that...? Milk!

He re-thought through his plan and decided to change courses, "Aw, I don't think I have enough money..."

"KYA! KYOKO WILL BUY YOU MILK! KURO-SAMA!" she exclaimed, jumping up.

"Ha, you know he'd much perfer me feeding it to him..." Creed purred, clinging on to Train.

"Y-YOU- STOP TOUCHING KURO-SAMAAA!"

On second thought, he should've ran.


A/N: Aw Train, you know you like it.