I wish I owned Black Cat, but I don't. Sorry.
I was walking home from grocery shopping and there he was. He was lying in the middle of the street bleeding. I couldn't very well leave him there to die!
That was the day I met the Black Cat.
"How about that," I tried to make small talk as I cleaned up my first aid kit. "I guess even get hurt sometimes, don't they, Mr. Black Cat?"
Mr. Black Cat was actually very handsome. He had chocolate-brown hair and ember eyes that were carefully guarded, but had a dim glow behind them, like he had something up his sleeve… He kept a guarded look as he asked "H-how did you know?" He was still wincing from the pain. He was almost shirtless and covered in bandages that I had put on him.
"It's my business to know" I said as I continued to put away my supplies, careful not to make eye contact. He was shirtless, after all. "I'm a sweeper."
He was somewhat curious to that. "…Sweeper…?" It sounds like he had never heard of a sweeper before. And he calls himself an assassin!
"Yes, I travel the world pursuing dangerous criminals" as soon as I said it, I knew I had to add something to it. I mean, I just saved an assassin from certain death! "But, lucky for you, I'm on vacation." Not really, Sweepers never really get a break.
Mr. Black Cat wanted to get up and out, but c'mon, he's all bandaged up like that, he can't move yet! "Hey!" I wasn't worried or anything, I just didn't want the bandages to go to waste. Yeah, that's it. "I'm not done tending your wound...Lie still!"
I turned to face him and I thought I was going to explode! I mean, HE'S HOT! He started in with his (HOT!) curious face. "A woman Sweeper…?" he mused. (Did I mention that he's HOT?) "Is there a story…?"
All butterflies instantly vanished. I could say with confidence (even though there's a HOT, almost SHIRTLESS guy in my room) "Not really, let's just say that the stray cat lifestyle suits me."
I almost didn't notice how close I was. Almost. I backed up and continued to clean up, unfortunately, I was almost done. I just needed to put the first aid in the cupboard in the bathroom. "I'll be back" I told him. "Don't move around too much, you still need to heal" I added as I went into the bathroom.
As soon as I couldn't see the Black Cat anymore, I was able to think clearly and with an objective eye. Ok, priorities. I just saved an assassin, one of the Chronos numbers, to be exact. I didn't know his name. And he was IN MY APARTMENT!
I stopped. Then I got going again. Well, I have my gun, just in case. I put away the first aid and returned to the room. Mr. Black Cat was still there, looking uncomfortable. I guess I would get it. He is in a strange woman's house with his shirt TOTALLY UNBUTTONED. I turned around to go into the kitchen to get drinks, as I did, I yelled, "You can button up your shirt, now, Black Cat. Just don't mess up the bandages!"
I busied myself with making the tea. I felt so weird around the guy. Well, I am nineteen, but it's the Black Cat! I can't just start hanging out with him because he's a little, well, HOT.
I heard him mumble something in the living room as I came in with tea. His shirt was buttoned up, so that made me feel a little less awkward. "What was that?"
"My name is Train. Train Heartnet. Could you not call me 'Black Cat'?" He looked almost…upset…as he said 'Black Cat'.
"Okay, my name is Saya Minatsuki" I tried to say it coolly, but it might have just come off weirdly. As I drank my tea, I studied him. Past his looks, I mean.
He was slightly hunched, but trained to have a straight back. That must mean something along the lines of 'I don't like what I'm doing'. He also eyed the cup eerily. That was definitely 'Is this poison?' Also, his hands had calices, obviously from his gun, Hades (which was, by the way, on the table right in front of him). On the note of his hands, he was fidgeting with them ever-so-slightly. Am I sitting too close? I scooted away so he would feel more comfortable, it was then that he decided to speak.
"So, what do I owe you?" he was obviously not used to being rescued.
"Nothing" I replied. "It's on me."
"Right…" Bl-I mean, Train Heartnet looked at his gun, as if asking himself if he should take it. I got up and faced him from across the table. I picked up Hades myself and handed it to him. His (HOT) curious face was back.
"You just said that you pursue dangerous criminals…" he started curiously.
"I also said that I'm on vacation." I had to say it firmly. This guy has no social sense whatsoever.
"Right…" He had a cute motor leg. I couldn't take it anymore. "No one is making you stay. If you have somewhere you need to be, then you should probably get there."
Train must have broken the record for standing up. He was really fast. He was at the door before I could see him leave the couch. He stared at me before leaving.
"You're weird…I think I'll visit you again" Train left me torn in two. What if he was ordered to assassinate me? What if I fell in love with this HOT guy?
I guess only time will tell… I thought as I sipped my tea.
Knock, knock! I heard the door. I got up to get it and Train was there. "I forgot my coat" he mumbled.
Man, that is too cute! "Right, I'll get it" I said as I went back into my apartment. His coat was where his gun had been. On the table right in front of where we had both been sitting. I get why I didn't see it, but him?
I got his coat and handed it to him. "What building is this?" he asked suddenly.
"Building B of Okinawa apartments" I said, shocked. "Why?"
If Train could have laughed, or even smile, I bet he would have. But his eyes twinkled. He looked down the hall and pulled out an apartment key. He walked down to room 216 and slipped the key in. I thought that this was a big joke on me, but the door opened up for him. He looked at me and nodded.
"Thank you for saving me, neighbor" Train said as he entered apartment 216. I saw the door lock firmly behind him before going back into my own apartment.
"I might see you later, Train-kun" I whispered, certain he couldn't hear me.
"I heard that." The door shut again. I smiled. I might have made a friend today.