III:A Test of Patience part I: A Rude Awakening by bunny-lover14, literature
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III:A Test of Patience part I: A Rude Awakening
Partners III:A Test of Patience part I: A Rude Awakening
Ever had a bad day? Everyone has. But what about a really awful day that seems to get worse and worse by the minute? People say a bad day is often caused by waking up on the wrong side of the bed. But perhaps waking up is the problem in general. Especially waking up way too early.
The young assassin groaned at the noise from the hallway while trying to block out the light streaming in from the window. “Urgh. Stupid kids. Don’t they have somewhere to be instead of running around in the hallway?” Complained Train Heartnet as he forced himself out of bed. Run
REQUEST: There Is Always A Choice (Train x Saya) by Artsy-Ace, literature
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REQUEST: There Is Always A Choice (Train x Saya)
This had to have been the third of fourth time this girl had joined Train on the rooftop. Ever since that first day, the cat he fed hadn’t shown up; it was as though Saya’s presence had forced Black Cat out of his mysterious world, into the light of the day, despite the starlight they spoke under. He couldn’t decide if he liked it or not, but ever still, her words floated through his head…
A pistol’s job is what it’s handler chooses. If I don’t wanna shot, I won’t.
It seemed flawless simple, but it brought a lot of confusion to the assassin’s mind. He’d spent years as one of Chron
“Don’t move now <3 Or I’ll slit your throat” a man with silver hair said. With a sword at his neck Sadon couldn’t make a break for it if he had the strength
“Sadon Colney, explosives expert. You’re coming with us to the police station.” A woman in a kimono said cheerfully.
“y-you’re not cops who- who are you?” he stuttered.
“Sweepers” the woman answered, “…mercenaries… stray cats.”
Outside the police station Creed Diskenth leaned against the banister running a cloth over his orichalcum blade. He stopped to trace the golden XIII with his
black cat Halloween contest by bunny-lover14, literature
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black cat Halloween contest
The eerie green light and music leaking out under the door of number 301 in the middle of the night shouldn’t have been noticeable to anyone. Except of course someone coming home from work at three in the morning who had been too lazy to turn on the lights like Train Heartnet. The Chronos number could see pretty well in the dark and although the streetlights had blurred out some of his night vision he frankly did not want to get yell that by other people in his apartment building who probably wouldn’t appreciate the hallway lights turning on in the middle of the night for the second time this week.
“What is she doing?&rdquo
II: First Impressions: part III by bunny-lover14, literature
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II: First Impressions: part III
II: First Impressions: part III
The black van pulled up several blocks away from the target's location. The door slid open and two men quietly exited the vehicle.
Train Heartnet looked around. Surveying the area for his assignment's manor. Through the pitch black night he could see its towering steeples. What a building.
"Quite a marvelous building isn't it? The towers give it such an elegant look." Train tossed a callous glance at his so-called partner. The man smiled at him. Train turned away, not bothering to answer. He hadn't spoken a word to his partner since their first introduction on the roof earlier. There was no point in talking
One lazy afternoon the Black Cat trio was lounging about in one of their base's living rooms. Eve was reading a very thick book, Sven was using the computer to track down potential bounties and Train was half asleep on the couch.
When Rinslet poked her head in. "Hey guys, how are you doing?" She asked.
"Pretty good, but we haven't gotten any bounties in a while." Train responded.
"That's nice." Rinslet stated getting straight down to business. "You know Train, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while.".
"What is it?" Train responded curiously.
"How much did you make working for Chronos?" Rinslet questioned.
"Huh? What brough
II: First Impressions: part II by bunny-lover14, literature
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II: First Impressions: part II
II: First Impressions: part II
Two days later-
The chilling wind rushed against him. Yet he did not flinch. The sun was setting. Train Heartnet stood, watching the evening scene come to life under the bright red sky. The crisp, icy, late afternoon air wrapped itself around him. It was too cold to wear his normal coat. The weather had forced him to wear another warmer one. It was still black and comfortable but it's overly insulated collar was bugging him. It felt strange to be in the wind and not feel his coat blowing against his ankles.
Train sighed. He knew he probably should have gone in already. But he enjoyed the nearly night air and
It's a splendid night. A night I know I will remember forever, a night which I have longed for for over a year. I've dreamed of this night so many times, and in my heart of hearts I know that tonight will be better than even the most wonderful of those midnight fantasies. Tonight, Train is mine. Tonight, Chronos does not exist. All there will be is he and I, as strays, if you will, lost amongst the city lights.
Tonight, Train and I have a date.
It was a quiet moment when I asked him. Something between solemn and awkward. We stood together, side by side, but I could tell he was miles away. Who knows what mysteries lie behind the Black Cat's
Partners II:First Impressions part 1 by bunny-lover14, literature
Literature
Partners II:First Impressions part 1
II:First Impressions
(A/n: just so there is no confusion. I'm just going to clarify it now. these next couple chapters take place before the previous chapters)
Several months earlier-
The sound of many heavy footsteps echoed through the crowded hall of Chronos' HQ. The halls were flooded with black-and-white as many men in dark glasses and suits hurried by.
He walked hurriedly through the crowd, at a speed most men would need to run to achieve. He slipped through quickly, weaving his way in and out of the crowd in a flash of black, more like a shadow than a presence. He escaped the crowd and slinked quickly down a broad hallway, and quiet