Title: Five reasons why Train loves milk.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat anime and or manga. It is only a dream many wish to have but it only belongs to the author.

A/N: Like I promised. Here it is!

Previously on Chapter 5:

"What is Train to you?" She asked. She did not hesitate to ask. Sven stayed speechless. How was he suppose to answer her? They are just friends aren't they? Or is it that they are something more?

Chapter 6: Reason number 4! Confrontation.

The question was thrown at him like a heavy weight. It stroke his mind harder than the pain he felt on his back. He gave her a quick reply, "He is my friend."

"Oh. Really?" She raised an eyebrow, she wasn't too convinced by his answer.

"Yeah really." Sven tried to say it calmly. He hoped that would be enough for her to leave him be. Rinslet thought for moment, she was pretty sure that that wasn't all the brunnette was to the other guy with the injured back.

"What about what happened back there? Why did you choose to go up the roof just to find him? Did you like the kiss?" The thief with the light shade of purple bombarded the poor future sight seeing bounty hunter with many difficult questions it felt like an interrogation session with a police officer.

". . ." One tangerine colored eye seemed lost as its owner remained speechless.

"Well?" She asked impatiently. She really wanted to get rid of those doubts. The thief gently placed her hand on Sven's hand and held it close to her. "It's okay. You don't have to tell me anymore. I just wanted to know if you and Train had something going on."

"N-no! It's nothing like that!!" Sven's blood rushed to his face making him blush furiously as he denied what his friend just said about his close friend and him.

Rinslet chuckled. "Alright . . .I have to go to finish the wedding preparations. Tell Train I left if he wakes up when I am gone. Oh and I'll call soon to tell both Train and you what your roles for the wedding are." She smiled a radiant smile. She waved as she headed out and before anything she was gone.

Not too long before his friend was gone, Sven lay on his bed thinking about the questions. "I don't know. It's just so difficult with everything that has been going on lately." He sat on his bed. "I'll go check how he is. Why am I doing this? Do I really feel something for him?"

The elder sweeper got off from his bed with caution, he did not want to throw out his back just after it was hurt. With baby steps, he left his room to see how his brown headed friend was doing.

After some careful steps, the green headed bounty hunter was in front the door in which the ex-assassin was dwelling in at the moment. He took a deep breath, straightening his injured back to prevent any worries or concerns that his cat-like friend may have. He put his hand before him and placed it against the light brown wooden door, knocking on it softly but loudly.

On the other side of the door, the auburn criminal trailer did not react to the knock. He was certain that it was Sven behind the entrance to his room. Train did not know what he was going to do if he let him in. Train closed his eyes, he was pretending to be asleep.

Sven believed Train was asleep for the reason that he did not respond to his knock. The knock was pretty loud for someone conscious to miss it. His desire to see how he was so strong that he didn't care if he was asleep or not. He barged in.

The Black Cat felt really nervous. Never had he expected that Sven would just barge into the room like that. He felt an eye focused on him. Train kept his eye lids shut tightly.

Sven was convinced that the feline-human was sleeping. His topaz eye looked at the sleeping Black Cat. From what Train was acting it really looked like he was actually sleeping.

The green haired eye patched sweeper noticed his friend made a quick movement. He was starting to suspect whether it was an act or if it was true that the brunette was slumbering. To clear any suspicions, he carefully leaned to where he faced the ex-assassin's face up close. He gave the "sleeping" sweeper a peck on the cheek. All of a sudden, the brunette's face turned a glowing bright red.

That was when Train gave up the act and opened his eyes. Honey orbs met a carrot colored orb. Their faces were up close to close it was a very uncomfortable moment.

"How do you feel? How's your arm?" Sven asked in a heartbeat. The only reason he went to Train's room was because he was concerned about his well-being.

"I'm okay. My arm is feeling better. Um.. Can you please…?" Train looked back. It was really hard for him to look at Sven. The older sweeper backed away.

"That's good to hear." The eye patched sweeper gave a sincere smile. A big weight was lifted off of his shoulders.

There was a short pause before they went on with their conversation. It was about time both of them converse about all the recent events going on in their lives.

"Why were you pretending to be asleep?" He wondered why Train was making the act of sleeping when he wasn't.

"I wasn't acting!!" Train shouted. Obviously, it was a lie. "Besides, you were about to kiss me!"

"Idiot. You just told me that you were pretending to be asleep." Sven counterattacked.

"Aww. That's true, Now that I think about it. Why did you come to see me?" Yellow eyes looked at the other sweeper seriously.

"Why did you help me when I was about to fall? You know you could have let me fall to my death." Sven asked.

"Answer my question first!" The feline pouted.

"Fine. I went to see you because I was concerned about you and your arm. Just to make sure that you weren't injured too seriously." The formal dressed sweeper said without thinking.

"Oh.. Um.. I suppose I should answer your question as well." Train didn't know how to react to Sven's explanation. "You're my buddy, my pal, I didn't want you to die. And, I owe you one."

"For what?"

"Caring."

"Everyone else was worried as well. Eve, Rinslet they were worried sick about you."

"I know and for that I am happy. I'll tell you reason number four." A smile formed on Train's mouth.

"Alright." Somehow, Sven didn't really care about the reasons as much as he did before.

"Fourth reason is that…. I forgot…" That was another excuse for him to stall. He never had any of the previous reasons thought of before being asked. He didn't think that he would have to mention the fourth reason.

"You're stalling again aren't ya!" Sven barked like a hungry dog eyeing a fresh piece of stake.

"No! No! Not this time! Milk is a good replacement for beer!" The chestnut haired hunter said randomly.

"Oh. You get drunk on milk?" Sven said in a smart-alec way.

"No. Only if I sneak some in."

"Do you?"

"No. What kind of person do you think I am?!" Train shouted. In a way, the remark Sven made pissed him off.

"The foolish, clumsy, funny, klutzy, awesome, lovable kind." Sven's thought was said aloud by himself.

"What are the complements for?" Both sweepers were in a hectic situation.

"Just a random thought." Sven lied. The kind of person Train was to him was what he said aloud.

"Aww..that's sweet buddy, I like you but not like that, you know?." He affirmed. It was just a platonic relationship the one the two men shared nothing more, or at least that's what the glutton ex-assassin thought.

"They are just comments, nothing else." Another lie.

"Oh. For a moment you scared me a bit. I thought you were onto me or something." Train said in relief.

Sven noticed something, to him it seemed that whenever he was with Train, all his worries and all his troubles were gone. It was like he was developing some kind of crush on his younger bounty hunter pal.

End of chapter 6.

A/N: I want to make the story longer and for that, I am putting more conflict. I am not sure whether I messed up the story completely at this point or if it is good so far. Next chapter will be put up soon! Thanks for reading. J