Title:
Baby Cakes
Chapter 2 By: Ice Diamond (sakurasango)
Pairing: Train
Heartnet/Creed Diskenth
Characters: Train Heartnet, Creed
Diskenth, Sephiria Arks
Summary: Train is free and goes back to
his apartment, but what he sees is not good and before he leaves he
goes to see Creed...
Disclaimer: I don't own Black Cat, I am just
a fan
Author's Note: Hey hey...My turn! Ready? Because I am!
Train stepped into the room, eyes still wide as he stared at his beautiful beige carpet. Or better put, where his beige carpet used to be. Tears filled his golden eyes as he stared at the littered floor. At the evidence of the horrible torture that had happened while he was locked up.
"No, no" Train whispered, tears in his voice. Stepping forward he fell to his knees sobbing lightly at the mess. Gently he reached out his fingers gingerly touching a small, dead, dry leaf. "No...It can't be please no." Crying harder Train picked up the small leaf holding it close to his heart. What had his little friend done to Chronos? Why did she have to be the innocent victim. Why? WHY! Train's body shook as he gave the small leaf one last kiss.
"I'm so sorry sweetie. So sorry." Feeling exhausted Train slumped back, unable to hold himself upright anymore. Gone they were all gone. All of his babies.
There would be no more moring waterings, no more afternoon stories and no more evening goodnight kisses. His children were gone, gone forever. Yes it was true- the legendary assassin, known and feared all over, was a father. Sniffing he reached up to a small pot, staring at the dry minature rose bush. Tears filled his eyes again as he realized that no longer would he get to hold her, no longer would he be able see her wonderful blooms and hug her everynight.
She was really gone. Gone forever, just like all of his other plants...no not plants- his babies.
Sighing he placed the pot down before rising to his knees. There was nothing to do, they were dead. No matter how much tender loving care they got, his babies would never return. And it was all of their fault.
But for some weird reason, Train didn't feel angry, just numb and sad. All he wanted to do was bury his babies. 'How much would a funeral be?' He wondered while setting the small plavnt back down. Sniffing he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. After all strong assassins did not cry. No matter what. Sighing he turned away from the hundreds of corpses. Sadily he walked towards his closet. There was no way he would be able to afford a funeral. Besides a funeral would bring cops, and cops would be an investigation. The last thing he wanted to do was try to cover what really happened. No all Train wanted to do was grieve.
Slowly he walked from his small living room, walking through the lighted kitchen and towards the small pantry where he kept his shovels. Just a quick burial then a gallon of milk. Yes milk and some old sappy romances would cure him nicely.
Out of the corner of his eye, Train watched as his lacy white curtains ruffled in the wind. In the rush of getting locked up, Train had forgotten to close the small window. Smiling through the tears, he could almost hear the scolding of...
His hand froze over the brass knob as he stared at the snowy door in horror. No...this was enough right? These deaths in the living room was enough. There, there was no way. No way that she...
No she couldn't have. Slowly the brunet turned to face the corner of his kitchen, to where a small brown table stood. Where his pride and joy lived. Horror filled him as he stared at the table...
...and at the decaying body of his love. Train stood blinking stunned at the sudden loss. 'No not her' he cried feebly. Stiffly he walked towards the small pot, his hands reaching out for her. Crackling filled the air as the black cat gently touched a small branch. Tears fell as he watched the branch break away and land on the parched earth.
"BABY CAKES!" Train shouted, "NOOOOO! PLEASE NOT YOU TOO! Oh god please no!"
Terrified Train ran back pressing his back against the tiled counter. Golden eyes stared at the whithered body of his first baby. His oldest, and in some ways his most favorite. He had found her on the side of the road, with a few broken branches. As though she had fallen off of a speeding truck. He had taken her in, loving her as gently as he could. Late nights and special care helped bring her back from the brink of death, and a special bond had formed.
A bond that was now shattered.
As he realized that his anger broke loose. Growling he ran out of the room. They would pay! Every last one! He would see to that! Train didn't care if they locked him up for another ten days. Not twenty or thirty would stop him. Nothing would
Anger pulsed in his head causing a slight migrane. But even that didn't stop him.
Snarling he narrowed his eyes running to the front door, his left hand fallling to his trusty gun. Nodding slightly he grabbed the door, slamming it harshly behind him- earning the complaints and curses of his fellow neighbor. But those complaints fell on deaf ears as he ran down the hall. Feeling too impatient for the elevator, the leendary black cat ran for the stairs. As his anger grew so did his speed, he took the stairs three and four at a time.
\f1\fs20 Train ran out, sliding on the cement sidewalk slightly as he stopped. Turning he stared off to the west, to where his enemies where. To those murders. He was ready to walk off, to make the elders pay for what they did. When a thought came to him. A horrible thought...
His bath tub was full of clippings, of his new future babies. He knew without looking that the tub would still have water in it. Though after he was done and locked up for however long this time, there would be no way. No way at all.
He bit his lip as this realization came to him. What to do now? He had to avenge his Baby Cakes but what about his youngest babies. They would die, and if they did so would he.
It was time to follow up on what he had thought eariler. He needed someone to at least water his babies. Turning he looked off into the distance. And there was only one person he trusted to keep it secret.
Him. Creed...
Sighing Train turned and set off to beg for him to watch over his little babies.
