Sorry…halfway through this fic, I was interrupted with dinner, which involved eating in silence while mom belittled and screeched and ranted about how I forgot to dry the cover to a pot while doing the dishes yesterday. Needless to say, I'm a moody teenager with emotions that spin out of control. While I did keep a respectable silence throughout the whole ordeal, my mind totally flew into rage and I forgot all the ideas of the story plot. Ooops? Heheh. Well, then she came into the room and hovered distractingly as I typed…now you can imagine how ugly that was.

I must be evil, becuz sometimes (not this time obviously), I can just sit back and relax in my mind, watching I amusement as I outwardly keep silence in the face of the glowing fury in my mother's ranting. She can go on and on to herself in a loud voice even if I walk up and leave the room. LOL! So, parts of this fic actually reflect on that; you can probably tell where my bad mood started.

Upon Coming Home

"…wonderful job today. Please meet back here tomorrow for the next--"

Creed was interrupted by a bumbling servant, who barged unseeingly into the room and announced that Doctor had requested Creed's presence again.

Train's lips almost twitched in a malicious smile. Must be new around here…

The servant was promptly pounced on by a furious Creed, who turned a deadly stare in his direction.

"Perhaps one as idiotic as yourself have not heard," Creed began in a soft, silky voice. "But I happen to own this mansion, and everything inside. I don't know what happened so that I would own a worthless piece of crap like you, but since you are MINE, you will give me the due respect. Doctor does not request my presence. He is MY follower, and he either asks for it or begs. I decide whether or not to grace him with it. You, on the other hand, are not even fit to ask. You wait by the door like a good dog, and if I feel like it, I listen to you."

Then, with a rising voice, Creed continued. "If I feel like it, I'll beat the crap out of you. If I feel like it, I watch you squirm in a tub of poison scorpions. If I feel like it, I skewer you and leave your rotting flesh to the dogs. You know why?"

The man, by then, was a trembling mass at the feet of Creed, and could only stare paralyzed at the petrifying glare of his master and stutter out, "B-be-b…'cause you own me, sir."

Creed smiled sweetly. Train could tell he was in a good mood from the recent mission success, or he would have killed or tortured the poor man long ago. Instead, he favored glaring at the servant and then slowly using his imagine blade to peel off thin and precise layers of the man's skin. Train observed with the other Hoshi members as the servant's skin seemed to peel of and curl in little strips, seemingly on its own.

He stood still a moment longer to witness the bloody torture, before walking calmly away from the stonily still Hoshi members toward Creed, who was bathing in the screams. A slight tap on the shoulder, and a nod toward the general direction of Doctor's lab, was all he needed to do to snap Creed out of bloodlust. Well, out of it mostly anyways. Creed gave a final, finishing slash at the servant, watching as the blood arched in a mesmerizing stream above the collapsing man. A few small drops managed to splatter on Train's cheeks, and he glared at Creed in annoyance. Creed smiled unashamedly, and cleaned his blade with a flick of his wrist. More blood splattered on Train. Now he was thoroughly pissed as he watched Creed nonchalantly sheath his sword.

Perhaps it was because he deeply embroiled in that fury that he did not notice at first. But suddenly, without a step, Creed was pressed insistently against his chest, his breath hot on his face as he began to lick the blood off his pale skin.

Before Train could gather himself to react, Creed stepped away, licking his lips in satisfaction. With an elegant gesture toward the open doors, he swept out of the entrance hall, saying with a toss behind his shoulders, "I'm going to meet Doctor. You should report back soon too before your shot wears off. See you later, my pet."

The resolute slamming of the doors kept Train's exploding temper within the hall. Servants outside the hall sighed in relief, and quickly bolted the heavy orihalcon doors as soon as Creed stepped out of the way.

Inside the hall, the Hoshi members stared at each other in trepidation at the glowing-eyed form of death stalked toward them with undisguised anger. The killing aura spread across the great room, growing thicker as it reached every corner. Ekidonna quickly made a portal and ran through it, leaving the other members to dive through. Maro, having trouble fitting through the portal, had to have Ekidonna enlarge it, therefore barely avoiding the 3 bolts of lightning hurled at him.

The Hoshi members all decided to avoid the entrance hall for another day or so.

Creed walked up the grand staircases, seemingly very interested at staring at the velvet red carpet running beneath him. In reality, he was trying not to giggle unprofessionally while mentally counting down.

3…2…1…

The doors to the entrance hall behind him shook under the combined forces of Train's lightning bolts and his exploding bullets. A few wide, but slight dents did appear (Creed winced at the large amount of money that the door had cost, before remembering that he did own an orihalcon mine now), though the door refused to budge.

Creed chuckled. You'll have to do better than that, Train.

As he reached a platform, he turned neither left nor right as the stairs split, but instead stopped infront of a gigantic painting of a nobleman 3 times his height. Placing a hand over the left boot of the portrait, he pressed down, and spiderline cracks formed around his hand in the form of a small box. It popped open after Creed released his hold, and a metal numbering pad came into view. A lazer suddenly blasted Creed harmlessly in one eye.

"Retinal Scan initiated," a machine like voice sounded. "Retinal Scan completed. Diskence, Creed. Voice Activation initiated."

Creed sighed in a bored voice, "Doctor, you have got to stop being so paranoid about security."

"Voice Activation accepted. Initiate entry code."

Creed rolled his eyes impatiently, tempted to just punch the fucking machine, Doctor, security and millions of dollars be damned. He quickly punched in the access code.

"Fingerprint scan accepted. Entry code accepted. Please enter."

Creed rushed in as soon as the painting slid open, muttering about the waste of time.

"Ah, Creed-sama," Doctor's amused voice invited; "I heard you had a little fun with the latest servant."

Creed stared coldly at Doctor, who was hovering over the security monitors. A distinct blotch of darkness decorated the center of the entrance hall on the screen he was observing. Half the hardwood across the room was decimated into a smoking ash pile. Train couldn't break through the orihalcon doors with his energy levels depleted so, so he had decided to blast off the exit doors instead.

"I know Ekidonna told me what a bother it was to find more servants to clean up the bloody messes of those who displease me, so I decided to spare the guy by just giving his unworthy self a lecture. I couldn't stand his stupid face though, so I decided to play." Creed smiled innocently.

Doctor chuckled. "Well, Creed-sama, perhaps I have caused displeasure to you, too."

Creed raised an elegant eyebrow, as if to say "I know, but I'll listen."

Doctor continued without a hint of nervousness that anyone else should have been feeling under the dissecting gaze of Creed Diskence. "I, as you must have noticed, lied about Train-san's desire to suicide." Doctor paused, assessing Creed's stony mask, and then continued anyways. "During my encounter with Train, I healed his wound, which was not a horizontal gash aimed at cutting a vein, but more like he accidentally cut himself. At that time, I felt a faint aura register on my senses, though only because the well concealed aura seemed to have some malicious feelings toward my encounter with Train-san. Later, when you asked me about the encounter, the nano machine shield I had set around the library for privacy picked up an alien technological vibration within. It was a bug. I feared we had a powerful spy on our hands, so I decided to give false information. If they thought Train-san would easily give up his life, surely they would feel overconfident about their ability to slay or capture him. Of course, I also lied to you, and I apologize for that."

Creed said nothing, processing the information. It was a likely excuse, but there were no witnesses, so it was on Doctor's word alone.

Doctor, sensing Creed's doubt, continued faster, "While you were away, I had this spy caught trying to stowaway on the medical helicopter I had prepared. Perhaps you would like to see…?"

Creed nodded, and Doctor led him around some counters and stasis chambers. They came upon an operating table, the same one they were going to use for Train before they discovered his killing aura might shatter all the lab equipment, where a man laid, his mismatching eyes glinting with an unnerving glassiness.

Creed did not know whether to laugh, cry, or slay the man on sight. He opted for the first, and chuckled lowly.

"Hello, Sven."

Another cliffy. I just love those, don't you?

About the Train-Creed scene…you people out there ranting for slash: that was my little gift to you. I have little gifts like that throughout the story. Those who hate this kind of relationship for whatever reason can interpret it as Creed's love for blood. It's totally within manga character limits.

Anywayz, we FINALLY get to Sven. Bet you have lotsa questions, like "Wait…isn't he blind" or stuff like that. You'll get your answer soon enough. Just not in this chapter—HAH!