Oh dear, I've finally updated. First I want to apolize about the legnth of this chapter. Noting really important happens in this except Saya's...well, you'll have to read to find out!

Second, I want to apoligize about taking so long to update. I've been writing a novel, which I am about half-way through, and my muse's been focused on that. Writing this chapter was kind of spur of the moment thing...which explains the legnth. It was rushed, but I had to get it out before i forgot it. I my go back and add more, but It's not that likely.

THANK YOU to everyone who read and reviewed this story! Do not worry, I will update R&J:BCS soon enough...I'm about halfway though the chapter.

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I do not own Black Cat (nor 'Ordinary Day' for that matter)

So please don't sue!

So, without furthur adu...

31 Days- Chapter 5

Ordinary Day

Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That everyday he finds
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.

The threadbare trees flew by as the old, over-trodden car whipped by them at a blaring speed of fifty miles per hour. The cold air of the mountains did not seem to be affecting it's engine- yet- and thankfully there was no need for air conditioning, since the old model was not well endowed. But, however, heat would be nice. Yet, like the air conditioning, it did not work. Probably from over-use in it's younger years. To this, Saya would have commented:

"What? This car was young?"

The group of five- Rin, Sven, Eve, Train and Saya- sat in the car, all freezing their rears off, but did not really have a whole lot of options for heat, other than sharing body heat…which did not seem like a promising option.

"Why is it so bloody cold?!" Rin exclaimed, her perfect teeth chattering as she rubbed her arms up and down, trying to warm herself.

Saya- who was in a similar predicament and position- responded despondently. "Because we are in the mountains, which means higher altitude." At Rin's confused look, she continued, "The air is colder as we get higher thanks to higher air presser. Plus, we are closer to the clouds, which means more moisture."

"Speaking of moisture," Sven interjected, his cigarette- which was not lighted, yet he somehow felt compelled to have it in his mouth- "It looks like these mountains got snow recently. Look." he said, pointing out the window of the passenger seat. Saya and Eve looked over Rin to see that Sven was correct, there was in fact snow on the ground.

"Oh! How pretty! I've never seen it before!" Eve exclaimed, her amber orbs wide with wonder. Saya looked incredulously at Eve, her own eyes growing wide.

"What? You've never seen snow?!" she choked out. She rounded on Sven, who was holding his hat to his head and sinking down in the seat. "What kind of father figure are you? Not letting her see snow…" Saya muttered, looking away from an admonished Sven. "Train! Pull over!" she exclaimed to the driver of the car, who- till now- had been quite happy not being included in the conversation.

Train sighed slightly, and his eyes flicked back to meet hers through the mirror. Saya suddenly felt her face burn red, and slammed her gaze down into her lap, carefully not looking back up again.

"Please Train?" Eve asked quietly, apparently not as afraid to look at Train as Saya was. Sven and Rin soon joined in on the pleading, though it looked like it may not have taken much pleading in the first place. Saya sat still, refusing to look up at the assassin, despite his sigh of acquiescence.

"Ok. Let my find a shoulder to pull over on." he muttered, his face passive even as he glanced at Eve's jovial expression, Rin's excitement, Sven's happiness and Saya's…embarrassment? For a moment, he felt confused as he focused his attention back onto the road. Why would she…oh. He remembered. And his lightly tanned face glowed a bit, though not noticeable. Spying a good spot to pull over, he downshifted and steered the car onto a shoulder next to a snow-covered mountain. Just as Eve almost sprang over Rin in her excitement to get out into the white powder, Saya grabbed the back of her jacket.

"Wait a 'sec," she said, waking from her stupor, "How are you supposed to keep warm? Snow is pretty much frozen water. All you have on is…" Saya briefly studied the girl's outfit, "A light jacket, jeans, and a shirt. You'll freeze." Though she felt horrid for saying those things to Eve's once-hopeful face, which now looked downtrodden. But she had to be practical, and none of them wanted Eve in the hospital. As much as she wanted to go home, she loved her new friends and wanted them safe.

"Umm…I hate to interrupt…" Sven said, "But I have winter clothes in my bag…" All the- female- occupants of the car immediately rounded on him.

"WHAT?" Saya hissed, "You've been just letting us freeze this whole time…yet you've had winter clothing in your bag…"

"Mind telling us why you didn't tell us, chivalrous man?" Rin snarled, glaring daggers at the cowering man, who looked as if he would rather not tell her anything, but was afraid to counter her fury.

"Uh…I forgot?" he asked, grinning slightly. Rin ground her teeth at him, and Eve just sighed.

"Would you mind getting those clothes for us, since you seemed to have forgotten, we deserve to be warm." A cough from Train edited her statement, "And Train, too, since he had nothing to do with this. Now, go get it!" Rin exclaimed, jamming her finger into the back of Sven's head, and he unwillingly got out of the dilapidated car, Train closely following. The girls sat in the car for a moment, then the driver's door flung open and the bag came flying in, the door slamming behind in. Saya had to wrench her body to the side in order to avoid being decapitated. Rin immediately began to dig through the bag for something even close to her taste in clothing.

The three girls clambered out of the car, finally changed into snow clothes. Saya- who held the duffel in her hand- threw the bag at Sven with a grin.

"Here ya go!" she chirped, "You can change now!"

"Nice to know I need permission…" Sven mumbled, quickly zipping open the bag and pulling out his favorite, nice woolen jacket…only top have Train steal it from him. "Hey!" he exclaimed indignantly.

"I've been the unbiased one in this whole argument. But now I want to keep warm. It's cold." Train told him sharply.

"But you already have a coat…" Sven muttered dejectedly, to which Train gave him a deadpan look.

"Yes, but this thing provides almost no warmth." Train stated, shrugging on the jacket, leaving Sven to pull out the old, off-green one that smelled like mold.

"Ewww…" he muttered, but- seeing Eve and Saya waiting in anticipation, he pulled on the old coat, and jogged over to the three girls…only to be slammed in the head with a well-aimed snowball from Eve.

Saya doubled over, laughing hysterically to herself from her hiding spot behind a tree. It was just to funny, watching Sven almost throw a snowball at Eve, then pause and look at her, lowering his arm, only to have Eve shove snow in his face. Which caused Eve to start running away quickly, Sven chasing her. Train and Rin stood off to the side, Rin was laughing as hard as Saya, and Train had a grin on his face.

Saya saw Eve running her way, still being chased by Sven, who had a really funny look on his face; like he was contemplating throwing snow right back at Eve, or letting her get away with it. She shook her head slightly, and leaned back against the tree, her eyes dancing in happiness.

"What are you doing?" Train asked, his voice as cold as the snow. She looked up at him with a grin.

"Attempting to keep warm and not be found. It's not that easy, ya' know?" Train snorted slightly, looking away.

"We need to keep moving." He stated. Saya rolled her eyes.

"Well, no duh, genius. Moving keeps the blood flowing, which keeps you warm. Which is what I'm doing right now. Moving, I mean." she said, inwardly slapping herself for running her mouth off. She fought down both a blush and that imagery.

"Keep moving as in going to HQ." he snapped, glaring at her. Saya just blinked.

"But can't we just stay for a little while longer? It's fun!" she exclaimed, falling back into the snow, only to slam her head into the tree that she had forgotten was behind her. "Oww…" she giggled, rubbing the back of her head. Train frowned.

"Fun?" he inquired dryly. Saya looked up at him, eyes wide and face full of disbelief .

"You mean to say: You've never had fun?" she asked, shocked. Train snorted, shoving his hands into the pockets of the jacket.

"I'm an assassin. 'Fun' isn't exactly on the regimen." Saya's face softened as she lowered her hand.

"Really? Well then…I'll show you what fun is!" she exclaimed, slapping her hands together. Train just looked down at her, face blank. "C'mon!" she jumped to her feet, dragging a reluctant Train behind her.

"Now, roll the snow into a ball that's smaller than the one we just made, then stack it on top." she ordered happily, shaping the snow. Train sat there, crouched in the snow, an annoyed look on his face as he watched her.

"This is not fun. It's cold." he snapped.

"Ooh look! It's snowing!" she exclaimed, leaping to her feet and running off, abandoning her attempt at a snowman. Train glared at the deformed thing, sweat dropping slightly.

"Was she even listening?" he growled, looking over to the girl. She was dancing around in the snow, doing some sort of clumsy swing dance with Eve, who looked a little nervous.

"Come on!" she exclaimed, "Step back when I step forward, 'k?" Eve nodded, her long hair swinging around her as she moved. Saya threw her head back and laughed, her cheeks red with exuberance.

"Like this?" Eve inquired softly, blushing softly as she stepped on Saya's foot.

"Yeah, you're getting it!" she exclaimed. The two soon smoothed out their performance, and even Rin had joined in, dancing with Sven.

"If only Jenos was here…" Saya heard her mutter, and Sven gave her a look. "What? He's a better dancer than you." she told him frankly. Saya choked back a laugh.

Sven grumbled and pulled away. Saya saw him watching them, and stepped away from Eve. "Here, you can dance with her." she told him, walking past him, a smile on her face.

"Oh, thanks." Sven started, jogging up to the girl. Saya strode over to where Train sat, pausing at his appearance. His eyes were unfocused, as if in deep thought, and snow littered his head, sticking to his hair and falling over his shoulders.

"Hey!" she said. Train's head jerked up and his hand flew to the holster at his thigh. Saya jerked to halt, eyes wide. Train shook his head and looked at her, lowering his hand.

"You should know better than to startle an assassin." he snapped, rubbing his forehead.

"I didn't know an assassin could startle." she retorted, placing her hands on her jean-clad hips. Train glared at her. "Well excuse me if I haven't made it a point to get to know any assassins. I'll try harder."

Train just shook his head slightly. "We need to keep going. Get Sven, Eve and Rin. I'll be in the car." he told her shortly, striding off.

Saya stood for a moment, then spun on her heel after him, quickly catching up. "Hey!" she exclaimed, matching him for stride. He ignored her. "Hey!" she tried again. Still ignored. Finally, annoyed, she jumped directly in front of him, forcing him to stop. He gave her a frosty glare.

"What?"

"Why are you being so mean?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"You stupid girl, I'm an assass-"

"Yes, I realize that you are an assassin. But…before…when you rescued me from those thugs…you seemed almost…" she trailed off, looking down.

"Kind? Nice?" he snorted harshly, brushing by her, "I'm not those things, girl. Get used to it." Saya stood, calf deep in the snow, staring straight ahead as Train walked back to the car.

"Why…?" she whispered, looking up to the falling snow. "Why can't he be those things? Who says so? His…boss? The world? Himself?" She leveled her gaze again to the three, who danced on in the snow, oblivious. Suddenly, her eyes widened, a memory crossing her mind.

"And she shall be captive of a young man One with eyes of fire The two shall fight and she shall be fear But she should not, for he will not hurt her His reasons unclear even to himself"

"Eyes of fire…" she whispered, spinning around to face the car, who's shape had gotten blurred by the falling snow. She gasped in air, eyes wide. Another memory hit her…

Train stood at the entrance of the alleyway, his gun leveled with her attacker's head, his eyes radiating anger and fire. "Let her go."

"Train…? Is he who…?" she whispered. "No. Why would anyone fall for that jerk?!" she snapped, crossing her arms, a deep frown on her face. "Mom, why did you do this to me? Well, I'm going to prove you wrong! I will not fall in love with him." she spat.

Saya stood there for a moment, her mind lost in thought. "But…he was kind…" she whispered to herself. She looked up, leveling her gaze with the car again. "You're not as bad as you say you are, Train Heartnet." Then she spun around, walking over to the trio who, by this time, had stopped dancing. "Come on! Grumpy's waiting!" she exclaimed, jogging over. They all looked over to her, then nodded.

"Okay." Eve said, turning to face Sven, "Race you to the car." and she took off with Sven on her tail. Rin laughed at them, walking next to the younger girl.

Saya and Rin reached the car last, and the former stood aside to let Rin in first.

"What took you two so long?" Saya heard Sven complain, then emit a sound of pain. She chuckled, lifting her foot to get in. Then she paused, looking behind her.

"What is it?" Eve asked, blinking her crimson eyes.

"I…I thought I heard something…" she whispered, searching.

"Come on." Train snapped. Saya nodded, getting in. As the car drove off, Saya did one last look to the hillside, staring out the window.

'Mom…?' she thought, 'Was that you…? Were you…laughing…?'

Unbeknownst to the foursome, a figure stood on the hillside, a smile on her face. "My dear Saya," she whispered, "It is no use fighting fate." Then her figure faded, a gentle smile still in place.