Alright Cat Fever Fans! I'm happy to say that I'll be continuing this story, but please be patient with me. Here's Chapter 6, but before that let's recap: A mysterious man wearing a trench coat and fedora, shows up to Jeff and Mandy's home leaving a box behind. While leaving and being confronted by Sierra, the box happened to be a bomb, enough dynamite to engulfing the house in flames, and leaving Sierra once again, alone...

FYI: I wanted to refresh Sierra's profile a little:

Sierra Champion:
Age and height: 22 & 168cm (around 5'5)

BOD: May 13

Eyes: Light hazel blue, can turn her pupils to slits, like a cat. Wins at staring games and can see very well in the dark without help of a flashlight.

Skin and Hair: Creamy tan & Reddish-orange, short and wavy

Rank: Sweeper, but can be hired as an assassin; Weapons: twin silver hand guns (strapped to her upper thighs), Twin Crimson Cat Claw Grabblers (for fighting and escaping), and 10 special darts, each 106.68 cm long (special weapon)

Personality: smiles very little (she glows when it comes to pastries), only talks when comfortable, can be fun to be around, but acts serious when on job

Hobbies: walks in warm weather, shopping, making and eating desserts of any kind, can fix cars(smarts of a mechanic, was a job at first, now a sweeper!)

All right, ONWARD to the next chapter! (Apologies for taking so long. College life takes a lot out of you... TwT)

The fall's bitter winds blow through the church's graveyard as Jeff and Mandy's remains are put to rest. Most of the town came to say their last words as they surrounded the grounds in which they were soon buried.

Sierra was silent the whole day, lost, an empty shell as she stared blankly at the two head stones engraved with their names and time-of-birth to their deaths. Fragments flashed through her mind; from the day the house was sent aflame to the big BOOM still ringing in her ear. The frantic search for the bodies, to the whining sirens on the way to the ER room trying to revive the unconscious bodies. The echoing steps of the doctor's shoes walking to her, telling them the bad news to the mahogany coffin lids slamming shut tight to never be opened again. All this happened so fast, Sierra barely remembered the many faces, strangers and friends, with cheeks streaming with tears, dry and fresh. She recalled a few of their stories on how Jeff and Mandy help them in their lives either it was of car parts or extra food on the table for their families, Sierra simply nodded after each one of them and waited for the next person in line.

The service was over, Sierra still standing in front of the headstones with flowers still in her hands, Train and Sven standing with Eve, who sniffled every now and then, behind Sierra a couple of feet away. The wind's pick up and Sierra ignored the cold air as her body grew goose bumps.

"Sierra."

She felt the hand on her shoulder before the voice, but only her eyes made an attempt to move and try to see the man behind her. She blinked, having a few tears that hadn't left her eyes yet flow softly down as she adjusted her sight back to the headstones. Train got a good look at her eyes, and they were the same dreadful blue-grey color they were when Sierra recovered from her hysteria at the hospital. Train sighed.

"Please-"

"I'm not ready." Sierra mumbled. She started to shake, from her shoulders and down her spine and very soon, her knees rattled. For safety, Train slowly wrapped an arm loosely around her waist in case she collapsed. Tears started freely falling from her tightly shut eyelids as her body trembled.

"J-eff, Man-dd-dy, please come back..." Train sighed through his nose softly and looks up into the grey clouds.

"A little help here." Train cried up to the heavens. Moments later, Sierra felt a warm touch to both her hands and heard the faintest whisper that spoke to her:

It's okay. Let us go.

Hearing the gentle command, everything happened all at once; her fingers uncoiled themselves from the stems of the flowers she had for her good-bye, they fell with a thud in front of the head stones and her hazel-blue color returned to her eyes. Train felt her body jolt up right, quickly caught her falling before it hit the ground. Train stood upright holding a sobbing Sierra who clutched to his black suit. Train looked back up to the skies with a bewildered expression on his face, a few grey clouds parted for the sun to flash it warming rays of light down at the graveyard.

"Rest in peace, Jeff and Mandy." Train left with a smile on his face as he carried Sierra out the graveyard and into the parking lot where Sven and Eve were waiting patiently.

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The drive to a motel for the night was a quiet ride having a gloomy atmosphere hanging above them. Sierra, with her eyes cast down to her feet with Train casting his eyes to check on her every five minutes to see any change in her, but Sierra wouldn't budge but only rock with the car as it hit occasional rocks here and there and to also breathe. Eve hated this air that surrounded them but didn't say anything. Sven patted her head and gave off a smile before quickly turning back to road.

As they entered into the highway, they drove past the ocean, and the light glittering off the waters caught Sierra's attention. She quietly turned to see, and softly gasped. Train quickly turned to see what was the problem only to stop and look at the ocean too.

It's beautiful." a soft voice pierced through the gloomy silence and Train looked at Sierra and raised his eyebrows.

She was smiling, at last.

Train took a breath and, gently and cautiously, placed his hand over hers. Sierra leaned back and turned to face Train, the smile still there, but it grow warmer than before.

"I'm sorry." she whispered. Train squeezed her hand and pulled her to his chest, wrapping the other arm around her shoulders, and placed his hand on top of head.

What made Sierra so different from any other female he has met in his lifetime? How could Sierra move his heart and boggle his mind with only meeting her, spending time with her, crying with her in two weeks' time span? Train could not understand why Sierra made him move and act as he has now. Was it sympathy? Any other woman he would have patted her head and waited until she calmed down, but with Sierra, his eyes couldn't stand seeing Sierra so broken, her blue hazel eyes so empty at the graveyard, so much tears poured out of her soul that his hands wanted to wipe them away no matter how many came. His body wanted to hold her to stop the shaking and rattling of her bones from her crying and weeping.

Train didn't think it was love, it couldn't be! They barely knew one another. So what was this new feeling that kept nagging at his head and twisting his heart? Was it just a friendship?

Little did they know that they were being followed by three black cars, but they kept their distance.

XXxxxXXX-x2 days laterx

An airplane touches down to base and rolled on into its spot to let a batch of people depart. The airport was thriving with people, leaving and entering. The ocean shimmered the sun's rays beautifully giving the luscious small beach twenty miles below the airport a tropical look. Sven parked the car and the group entered into the busy airport. Sierra looked a lot livelier than the past two days after the funeral.

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"Yes, and thanks again for your generosity... Yes, yes and see you in two days sir. Good-bye sir."

Sierra hung up the payphone, grabbed her suitcase and headed to Train and the others. As she walked toward them, she pondered about last night at the motel:

XXXXFLASHBACKXXXX -2 days ago-

"Hello Mr. Douglas. It's been a while hasn't it?" Sierra spoke from Eve's cellphone. Sierra and Eve shared a room while the boys were next door. Sierra just called up an old friend of Jeff and is looking for a new start, so she decided to start looking at Jeff's hometown, Republic of Sapidor.

"Yes Doug. I know... I missed them too. Yeah, I'm *sigh* slowly recovery from the incident... What? Would you really? Yes! Ac-a-a-actually Jeff taught me a few tricks. I would love to learn more- Oh THANK YOU Mr. DOUGLAS! You won't be sorry! Yes... Yes, I'll book my ticket to Sapidor right away. Yes sir, I-I'll see you in three days Doug. Good night sir!" Sierra quickly hung-up the phone and did a short happy cheer before flopping onto her bed. She took in a big gulp of air, and released it.

"I heard the outburst. What happened?" Sierra looked over at Eve, who had came out of the bathroom. Sierra softly smiled and slowly rose up to sit up.

"A brand new start for lil' ol' Sierra. A good friend of Jeff's has an auto repair shop and he needs more helping hands. I might as well take the knowledge I know about cars and put it to good use. It will be a good break from sweeping robbers and-" Sierra paused, stuck on what else to say. Eve stared at her face, hoping she would continue.

"There's more?" Eve spoke, breaking the awkward silence, and Sierra blinked off her frozen facial expression. She came towards Eve and patted her shoulder.

"Sierra gets another chance at life, and I'll walk down that path with a kick in my step." Sierra's voice sounded merrier than before. Eve stared awestruck at Sierra's chance of mood, but smiled as well. Seeing Sierra smile again is much better than her sad.
Train and Sven were standing outside the door, eavesdropping on the girl's conversation. Sven pulled out a cigarette from the box, but paused when he heard a voice.
"Sven, you keep smoking them cigars, you won't live to see forty." Sierra swung the door open and glared at Sven, who grunted, but blew out the lit match and stuffed the cigarette away while Sierra waved a finger at him. She then turned to Train who hadn't utter one word to her. He just stared. In that moment, as their eyes locked, both eyes shifted to slits, Sierra's eye color switched to a yellowish hazel. As the staring contest prolonged, Sven waved a hand between them to get one of their attentions, but to no prevail. Breaking the ice but not blinking, Sierra spoke first,

"Care to join me for a walk?" she shifted more out of her room with a thin dark brown trench coat in her arms. Train blinked a few times, adjusting his eyes from the long stare and nodded. Sierra gave him a small smile.
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The breeze was nice but due to the moon out, the winds grew chillier. Sierra led Train to a small park behind the motel and leaned against the metal swing-set bars. Sierra looked up to the sky as it was decorated with plenty of tiny stars. Sierra then sat on one seat and began to gently rock herself. Train watched her for a while but kept quiet; hoping that she would say whatever is on her mind.

Ten minutes later, and still no word from Sierra's mouth. Sierra then stopped, and then smelled the air. It was then she grabbed his arm and led him out the park and toward the small town. Shadows quickly followed behind but kept their distance, still undetected from the duo. The two reached a small booth selling sweet pork buns, and Sierra purchased a bag full with a big cheeky grin now on her face. Train grinned a toothy grin as well, seeing her happier than before. I guess he was hungry too, just as Sierra handed a big one over to him his stomach growled. They laughed and continued walking down the small town strip, the shadows coming closer. They walked side by side, enjoying what the town had to offer, but Sierra started to notice a certain small group that followed them out the park.

"Who are these people following us? It's starting to creep me out!" Sierra thought to herself, pressing herself closer to Train and slowly eyeing the moving crowd behind them.

"Sierra, is-is that you?" Sierra heard a masculine voice inside her head and stopped walking. She sharply turned to Train stared back as well. The group following them disappeared into the crowd.

"Di-did you-"

"Is my little sweet pork bun ready for ice-cream? Your wish is my command!" Train spoke with a hint of honey as he kissed her forehead, wrapped an arm around her petite waist and strolled along down toward a pastry shop. Sierra's eyes shimmered with delight as she noticed the fancy cakes, cupcakes and other desserts. Sierra looked at Train with a pout.

"Are you trying to fatten me up?" Sierra asked playfully. Train gave back a mouthful grin and squeezed her waist more.

"Yep, so I can stuff you in my cauldron and eat cha'!" They both shared a laugh, then went on looking at the sweet baked goodies. After selecting their sweets of choice, the walked out and continued their walk. Sierra indulged a pineapple upside-down cupcake while Train enjoyed a simple chocolate cakewich. Sierra held up the cherry on top of her treat, asking if Train would like her cherry. Train smiled, took her wrist, closed his eyes and sucked the cherry off her two fingers. Sierra's cheeks matched the deep red of cherry that was just swallowed. Train licked his lips and smiled.

"Mmm~ Tasty." he purred still holding Sierra's wrist, but it felt stiff as Sierra was frozen in place after Train's charming move.

"Don't forget my dear, we're still being followed." Train reminded her through their mind-talk. Blinking away her daze, she softly snatched her hand away and pouted, not looking at Train as the blush soften a little. Train snaked his arm back around Sierra's waist and they continued walking.
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The group following them watched carefully behind the two cats as the chatted amongst themselves, watching their every move, and waiting for the right time to strike. They waited for them to be alone, but evertime they walked into a store, it was to eat!

"How much can two people eat?" They small group thought to themselves as they began to walk behind Train and Sierra again as they lefted from a corn dog stand, enjoying two corn dogs.
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Sierra was sharing a story about how Mandy would try to get her to wear dresses when she turned ten, but would always get in a fight or use sisscors to butcher up the dress and blame it on a boy she didn't like, which led to another story about how a boy got clay in her hair and the way he got it out was with scissors. She beat him to a pulp before the teacher broke the two up. They bursted into laughter after each story. Exhausted from laughter, Sierra rested her head on Train's shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist as well. Train looked down at Sierra just as Sierra looked up. She was smiling big, but she saw Train's puzzled look. She quickly jerked her arm off of him and back up.

"Oh!-Sorry. I just- well.." Sierra's face turned pink in embarrasement, looking down at the boots. Train's shoes came to her view. She felt Train's arm again resting around her waist again with a smile on his face.

"Think nothing of it. In fact," he leaned into her ear to hear his next set of words. "I have something better." The next moment, Sierra felt Train's soft lips gently pech her ear. The ear burned a dark red as Sierra squeaked, flushing redder than ever this night. If Train's lips were any hotter, they could have melted from his heat. Sierra felt Train's old tighten around his waist as he swiftly pulled to the side of the building, somewhat next to an small empty alley.

Sierra had rested against the wall and somewhat boxed her from the busy street they once were walking down. Train wasn't thinking about kissing Sierra's ear, his body moved on it's own, but he didn't complain. It was just her ear, and it was cute how her ear could turn the smae shade of red like a cherry. What did start bothering him was how Sierra's face haden't recovered from his simple kiss. The red slowly went away, the a pink hue was still visible on her cheecks. He found it very cute. Here eyes were closed as she was concentrating on her breathing, but when she opened them, her hazel blue was now a bright hazel greeinsh-yellow. He stared longly at her eyes, as they became more alluring to her features. His hand moved to her wavy orange hair and softly pushed her bangs, and he heard a faint purr vibrate from the small exchange of touch. She felt warm, from the chilly winds that night, and it was the perfect cherry on top to the lovely view display in front of him: simply beautiful feline. Feline?

Train shook his head and thought again. "Did I really..." Train's thoughts were dashed as he finally got a glimpse of her lips. Big and pink, and, looked moist. Wanting to prove he was right, he leaned closer also hearing her heart beat more clearer.

"Sierra." He breathed out her name, and then gently clamped his own lips to hers, caging her body with his arms. How sweet! Her moist lips had a hint of pineapple, most likely from the cupcake she had not too long ago. His lips parted and his tongue began to trace the outline of her lips, gaining a shudder from her mouth. Instead of taking the advantage to take the plunge into her mouth, he played with her upper lip, then bit and suck on it playfully, chuckling as he felt her body shake. Sierra turned her head away, allowing her mouth a break from the sweet abuse Train delivered to her. She tried to control her shaky breath, but Train didn't allow her time as his mouth peck her cheek. Sierra squeaked from the gentle but hot touch.

"Train-AH!" Sierra squeaked again as Train's tounge touch her reddend cheek this time. He trailed more soft kisses slowly down her face toward her neck. Sierra felt like a trapped mouse, but her body kept responding differently... she was enjoying this sweet torture from Train, ever so slowly, kept giving to her, and he was far from being done. His tounge returned and groomed her neck, making Sierra gasped again. Her arms found his own and held on for dear life. Her knees kept buckling, and soon was afraid to loose supprot in them. One of his arms moved toward her face, cupping her non-soaked cheek, and carressed it softly with her thumb. The hand gently sinked lower as his tounge distracted her from discovering the hand's next destination.

It came to a stop on her hip, and before he could make her legs give way, gunshots were heard making the two break away from one another. Sierra completely lost her footing and dropped on the ground. Train steading himself from his lost hold on Sierra. He watched Sierra catch her breath for a minute, but turned quickly toward the busy streets behind them as he could see now people scattering for shelter like cockroaches. Screams were heard as well. Train turned back to Sierra and quickly hoisted her to her still weak legs.

"You all right?" Train stared down at her, getting a good her eyes, for they had turned back to the hazel blue. Sierra stared at Train's own as they were back to normal.

"Yes, yes I'm-" But then, Sierra's vision went fuzzy, then black...

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"I don't know what happened that night," Sierra looked up at Train and the group as she walked back from the phone booths.

"and when I aske Train, he waved it off like it was nothing." Sierra's sad face turned to a frown. "Well what III want to know is who was following us. They're probably here in the airport as well" Sierra scanned the lobby area quickly before sighing again. Here eyes glared at Train's head.

"Train Heartnet, I WILL get a real answer from you before we part ways." Sierra's eyes were filled with determination.

Alright! I'm leaving it at a cliffhanger! You have waited too long for the next chapter, so here it is! Sorry I take too long...T-T
I realized how long the chapter was going to be so I chopped it there to leave you in suspense! *giggle*

That was part one chapter six! Stick around for part two!-Shiza316~3