Sorry for the wait! Here's Chapter 6! Enjoy!^-^

Chapter 6: The Mystery of the Black Cat

Raph's POV

Impossible. No way. This can't be happening. How can I lose to a… a… a human version of Mikey? I can see why Shred Head needs Train on his side. The guy's good…no, not good. Train is like a professional he beats Leo for crying-out-loud! It's like he was made for this sort of thing. I may not be as smart as Donnie, which I can admit, but when there is a time when something's fishy I can smell it a mile away.

I was putting my stress (or my anger) on my punching bag pretending it's Train's face. Man this guy is almost as worse as Mikey! And he can't even me! This isn't fair!

Don: Take it easy Raph.

Mikey: Yeah. I don't think your punching bag can take another hit.

They were right. My punching bag looked like it had a bad break up fight with a chainsaw. Maybe meditating should do me good…Oh, who am I kidding? There's no way I'm being like Leo.

Don: You should calm down. Meditating might help.

Me: *sarcasm* Wow. I should've thought of that sooner.

Mikey: It's not our fault you're a sore loser.

Me: Watch it, Mikey! I'm not in the mood. So if you want to keep your shell you keep your big mouth shut.

Leo: *came out of nowhere* Are you still mad about training, Raph?

Me: Humph. Why would you say I'm mad?

Leo: I don't know. *Thumb pointing at my punching bag* Call it a hunch.

Me: All right. What if I am mad? So what? Don't push me, too, Leo.

Leo: Can't you admit that Train kicked your butt fair and square?

Me: I am not mad about it.

Leo: *raise eyebrow*

Me: I'm not!

Mikey: But didn't you mutter some stuff while you were at it with your punching bag. Something about "That dirty-rotten, no-good, wannabe-ninja, messy haired, weird looking…

Don: I am pretty sure I heard "badly dressed".

Mikey: Oh. Me too! Now I have to start over again…

Me: Okay! We get it!

Don: Do I hear a hint of jealousy in that tone? *Smirk*

Me: You should get an ear transplant because your old ears might be hearing things.

Mikey: Confess, Dude! You are totally jealous of Train!

Me: Not you too, Mike.

Leo: *whisper* Guys. We should lower our voices. Train is upstairs after all. We might wake him up.

Me: Do you think I care?

Leo: Just be nice, Raph. He's a guest and so is Sven. Even though we are protecting from Shredder, especially Train.

Don: Now I see why Shredder needs him. He can be a good asset to the Foot. He must've had experience during childhood.

Mikey: I kind of like his tattoo. But I could've change it if were him. If had a tattoo I would have my nunchuks crisscross and have "PEACE" written in the bottom. I would have it on my left shoulder.

Me: Since when did our conversation change from my attitude to tattoo talking, which I might add is what tattoo?

Mikey: I can't believe you didn't notice his tattoo! It's on his left side of his chest. The tattoo is a label of an "X" and three "I" s. Who think to have a tattoo that comes from the alphabet?

Don: *sigh* Mikey. Those aren't alphabets; they form a Roman numeral.

Mikey: *tilts head* Huh?

Don: Roman numbers…You know like 1, 2, 3, and so on. Train's tattoo is "13", but in your case, Mikey it is the "X" and three "I" s. What I don't understand is why would anyone have a number 13 as a tattoo?

Mikey: Isn't 13 an unlucky number? Like bad luck?

Don: Now that you mention it, it's true. And didn't Shredder call Train "Black Cat"? From the supernatural stories people go by black cats represent bad luck as well.

Me: What're you saying? Train has some "bad luck" because of his nickname?

Don: I don't know. I wish we could learn more.

Leo: Why don't you talk to him? I'm sure Train will be glad to tell you his story?

Mikey: What we need is a little spying work.

Me: I can't believe I'm saying this but Mikey, but you're a genius.

Mikey: Really? Cool.

Me: You're ruining the moment, Little Brother.

Don: I think it's a bad idea, guys.

Me: *arm around Don's shoulders* Don, you are curious, right?

Don: *nods head in agreement* Right.

Me: And what better way to do it than to take a little peak in Train's stuff. Think of it as research for the educated mind.

Don: *raise eyebrow* You never care about research.

Me: Whatever. The point is we'd be in and out of his room before he even thinks about waking up.

Don: I still don't know…

Mikey: Well, I'm in. After all I did come up with the idea.

Don: Fine. I'm in only because Mikey might break something important.

Me: And I'm definitely in. *lets go of Don's shoulder and looks at Leo* What about you, Fearless Leader?

Leo: Sorry. I am not going to go into the guestroom and steal stuff that might be of value to Train.

Me: We are not going to steal, we're just taking a peak. That's all. Since when did you become Train's lawyer?

Leo: I'm not his lawyer. I am being his friend, which you guys should do if you want to get to know him. *Walks away* What ever you're planning count me out. This is ridiculous.

Mikey: Do you think he knows something that we don't?

Me: Who cares? Let's do some investigation.

I can't believe I'm doing this. Following a plan from Mikey and have a possible chance of me being caught doing this. But hey, if this is a chance to know who Train Heartnet really is then I'm all into this. Don, Mikey, and I soon found ourselves in front of the guest room with the "Black Cat" taking his nap inside.

Mikey: *gulp* Maybe we shouldn't do this.

Don: What are you talking about? It was your idea in the first place.

Mikey: Yes I did. Then I realized when Train nearly cut Raph's head using his fan. And it was his first try. *Shiver* What if it wasn't an accident?

Don: Now you're overreacting. You come up with the plan so you are staying with us rather you enjoy it or not.

Mikey: Why did I come up with that plan?

Me: Are you two done? I want to get this over with. *Opens the door a bit* At least he didn't lock it or this mission would've been over already.

We stepped inside the room and closed the door behind us. Mikey squeaked after he heard Train groaned in his sleep. I chuckled softly enough for him to hear. He gave me a glare.

Mikey: *whisper* Oh, ha ha very funny.

Don: *whisper* What now?

Me: *whisper* Spread out and find anything out of the ordinary.

Mikey: *whisper* I see what's out of the ordinary.

Me: *whisper* And that is…?

Mikey: *whisper* You giving out orders.

Me: *whisper* When this is over, you're dead. But right now lets split up. Mikey, you go check if there's near Train's bed. While Don and I look through his bags.

Mikey: *whisper* Why can't I look through his stuff, too?

Me: *whisper* Like Don said, you break everything you touch.

Mikey: *whisper* You say it differently.

Me: *whisper* To me it's the same thing. Now go!

Mikey: *whisper* Fine.

And off we go. Don went to the first bag he sees near Heartnet's bed. He opened it wide and I put my hand to see what Heartnet got. I managed to pull out a couple of white shirts, a few black pants, a black jacket, I freaked out when I touched his boxers, and two bottle milks. This dude is such a milk-lover. Then, Donnie pulled out a photo-framed picture of three people. The first was obviously Train himself as well as Sven, the second person. But the third person's a small girl with long blonde hair, has pink eyes and wears a black dress. Who is this little girl? Could it be Sven's daughter? Or it could be Train's cousin? Maybe this is his stepsister? As if thinking the same thought Don spoke up.

Don: *whisper* I didn't know Sven had a daughter.

Me: *whisper* Me neither. Hey Donnie is having pink eyes a good thing.

Don: *whisper* I've had never seen anyone were born with them. So this is new for me.

Me: *whisper* There's a first for everything.

Mikey: *whisper* Guys…

Me: *whisper* Not now, Mike.

Mikey: *whisper* But guys…

Don: *whisper* If it's a prank to pull on Train then forget it.

Mikey: *whisper* It is not a prank. I really need help. Now.

With a frustrated groan Don and I turned around and started giggling like crazy. There, in front of us, was Train cuddling Mikey's arm like it was a stuff teddy bear. I heard Donnie say it might've been Heartnet's quick reflex. The scenery makes me want to laugh so loud that I might wet my own shell! Mikey kept mouthing out the words "Help Me" with pleading eyes. Both Don and me stopped giggling and tried pulling his arm of our sleeping guest. But no matter how hard we pull he kept holding it like it meant the world to him. That is until we heard Heartnet talking in his sleep.

Train: *mumble* Saya… I'm so sorry… It's my entire fault… Please forgive me…*snooze*

Mikey: *whisper* Okay. Whoever was this Saya chick she must've breakup with him real badly.

Me: *whisper* How would you know she was his girlfriend?

Mikey: *whisper* It's a guy's intuition.

Me: *whisper* More like a dumb intuition.

Don: *whisper* Hang on, Mike. I have an idea. *Gets one of milk bottle from bag* Ready?

Mikey and me: *nod*

Don: *puts milk inside of Train's arms*

Train: *grabs milk and let's go of Mikey* I would love to have more milk. Thank you, Sven.

Mikey: *whisper* Thank you. Now let's get out of here before I become this dude's pillow.

Don: *whisper* I agree.

Mikey and Don went straight for the door to bail but I stopped because something caught my eye as Train turned the other way. I took that thing out from under pillow and followed my brothers outside. We went back downstairs in the living room to speak in public again.

Mikey: Man, I am never going to do that again.

Don: Me neither. Mikey, when you come up with a plan and/or an idea I'm not to going listen/follow it.

Mikey: Well, it's finally over and we can get on with our lives. 'Night, Raphie-boy. *Went to his room*

Don: *went straight to his room* Yeah. I'm going to sleep, too. 'Night, Bro.

I said good night to my brothers as they went to their rooms to sleep. When the coast is clear I took out the object that was under Train's pillow. It was a pistol, but somehow this kind of pistol was different from the types of guns my brothers and I come across. For starters, it's quite heavy. The surface looked like it was made by strong metal, red tassels hanging from it, and on both sides is the same XIII mark as Train's tattoo. This must be the clue I've been looking for; this might solve everyone's curiosity of this mystery!

Voice: If I were you I'll put it back, there's still time before you make a fool of yourself.

Without turning my back I knew it was one person who wanted this whole thing to end. Of course it has to be my own brother, Leonardo.

Me: What do you want, Leo?

Leo: I'm saying this nicely one time only so turn around and look me straight in the eye.

I rolled my eyes as I did as told. His eyes show a bit of sadness and plead both together in one.

Leo: Please, Raphael, give that gun back to Train it belongs to him. That thing in your hands has his memories and if you take that away from him who knows what he'll do.

Me: Okay. I'll give it back but answer me this…Do you or do you not know who Black Cat is?

Leo: I can't say. I promised I won't-

Me: I gave you a 'yes or no' question. Do you or do you not know who Black Cat is?

Leo: *looks away* Yes.

Me: Then why the shell didn't you tell anyone if it was important information?

Leo: Like I said earlier I promised I wouldn't tell, even if it were my family.

Me: So what is he? A psychopathic murderer?

Leo: Raph, listen-

Me: Oh, I'm listening all right! We are helping a freak who Shredder has eyes on. Hey, here's an idea. Why don't we give Metal Butt what he wants for once? Or better yet lets take him to the police station so they can lock him up in jail and throw away the key?! Boy, he must've killed a lot of people for the heck of it including that Saya girl he talks about in his sleep. No wonder he became a Sweeper, he wanted to get away from the past. Well you know what they say, "what goes around comes around".

Leo: You don't understand-

Voice: Is that what you really think of me, Raph?

Speak of the devil. Out of no where that annoying voice came from behind Leo. He turned around and was shocked that Train Heartnet stood there not looking goofy or happy like we first met. I walked up beside Leo and my description was right, which somehow I felt like this uncomfortable feeling inside of me. What is it?

Train: So is it? Do I look like an unemotional killer who only get kicks out of killing? Is that right?

I don't know why but the way he said it sounded like he was about to cry. Did I really mean what I said?

Me: How did you know that I was the one who stole it?

Train: After I woke up, I noticed one of my bags is open and I was holding one of milks in my hand. So I thought Sven took it to see if it need fixing. Then, I went downstairs, Raph holding my pistol and heard you two talking. Wish I hadn't heard that.

Leo: Wait a second, Train. Raph is just confused that's all it's nothing serious.

Train: *holds up hand* No, I heard what he said. He said it loud and clear. I'm only a killer that's what Shredder wants from me. To eliminate-no erase his enemies who goes in his way. *Held out same hand* If you don't mind, Raphael, I would like to have my gun back.

Not a single word I obediently lend him his pistol back. He took it and put it inside his holster (which I just notice he has one!) and turned to walk back to his room.

Leo: Train, please let us talk this over with. This is just a misunderstanding moment. Please.

Train: Don't worry about it, Leo. I know you're trying so hard to defend your brother's actions but I can assure you I'm very tired. *Turns around and gave out a small smile* And to satisfy your curiosity, Raphael, I didn't killed Saya. She was murdered when I got there. After she died in my arms while watching the fireworks. She was my first friend when I was Black Cat. I still never forget that night at the festival. *Walks away* 'Night guys and like I said don't worry about it.

I didn't know what to say after Train finished talking about Saya. The way he described her death was almost pure agony. For a second when Train gave us his smile I could've sworn I saw small tears about to fall. I looked back at Leo who has his arms crossed over his chest and his usual look that said "You done it this time".

Me: All right, all right. I get it; I really screwed up this time. I'm sorry. Ya happy?

Leo: Don't apologize to me. You're the one who hurt Train's feelings.

Me: I don't see what the big deal is. So I made a little mistake saying he killed his friend, big whoop.

Leo: A little? You don't get it, do you? What if our friends or family were in the same condition as Saya was, murder? How would you feel after that? You'll be just like Train himself if anyone made a terrible opinion about it.

Me: Fine. I'll say sorry in the morning. Would that make ya happy?

Leo: You better. Remember what Master Splinter said, "Like weapons, words can also be painful." Think about it okay.

Leo left afterwards leaving me by myself to think about my actions. Ah shell! Why do I have to be such a hot head! Times like these I felt like I want to travel back in time and redo this whole thing. But I know better to be a man and fix your mistakes. Then again, how am I going to do that? *Sigh* This is definitely going to be an all-nighter for this one. I went straight to my room while thinking up on how to apologize to the 2nd most annoying person in the lair (the 1st is obviously Michaelangelo). It can't be that hard, can it?

8:00 a.m. To the guestroom.

So here I am once again in front of the guest where our now depressed bounty hunter sleeps. I took a couple of deep breaths and started knocking on the door. Silence, meaning no answer. I tried again, same result. Time for Plan B.

Me: Hey, Train. Are you in there? Look, I just want to talk about yesterday so can you open up?

Nothing…

Me: Train? Are you even awake? Come on, man, I know you're an adult that somehow looked like a teenager but how childish can you be if you ignore the person who tries his best to say sorry?

Still nothing…

Me: This is getting stupid! Heartnet if you don't open this door when I count to 3, I'm barging in there! So open the door.

Still nothing…

Me: Nothing to say, huh? You asked for it…1…2…2 ½… any final words to say?

Still nothing…

Me: Fine, your funeral. THREE!

I opened the door so quickly, went in and took out my sais as well. Surprisingly the room's empty. That's odd. If he was trying to ignore me he might as well as lock his door so no one would get in. I looked around the room. His stuff was still here (his stuff are inside his bags), bed's all tidy up and so is the room. The guestroom was cleaned but where's the guest? The only thing that stands out was a note lying on top of the pillow. Hold on a second… I re-sheathed my sais, picked up the note and opened it. It's said:

Sven,

If you are happen to read this then you must've thought I need a wake up call again. I woke up 4 hours earlier after my stressful sleep. Don't worry about me I went out for a little walk in the sewers. Thought I could explore it a bit. And if you are thinking about my protection I took both Hades and Black Sakura with me just in case I run into trouble (and a bottle-milk if I get thirsty). I will be back soon. Don't go crazy if you finish reading this letter, ok?

Your Partner,

Train

P.S. Can you save me some food when I get back? You know how my stomach is back now.

Yep. He is definitely the human version of Mikey. Ugh! I forgot! I need to tell the others that Train went off on an exploring trip in the sewers! The Foot might be looking down here to see if he's hiding in the sewers with us! Can this day get any worse?

Train: Stay tuned for Chapter 7: Stray Cat Meets Sewer Crocodile (A/N: I think...-_-)