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Title: Quiet

Author:
Kemis

Fandom:
Black Cat (mangaverse)

Disclaimers:
Not mine. Yabuki Kentaro's.

Spoilers:
Vague references to volume 5.

Notes:
This
was a last minute thing.I had lost hope for finding somewhere in my
brain a bit
of inspiration for writing a Christmas fic. Then, today afternoon, this
sappy,
waffy ficlet came totally out of the blue. It’s not even beta-read,
because I
don’t have a beta-reader and I didn’t have the time to look for one if
I wanted
to post it on time. So, please forgive the mistakes left.
Dedicated
to: All and everyone around the world, and in particular my
friends, the crazy
gals of the #weisskreuz channel – namely Snape, Filia, Yotan, Birman
and Manx.
Merry Christmas, you gang of pervs!XD And sorry, no smut!

* * *

It was
really a quiet Christmas he was having this year, Creed noted, looking
at the
snow piling up on the window ledge.

The
headquarters of the Hoshi no Shito were almost empty. Leon had gone
back to his
family. Maro and Shiki had declared quite adamantly – and loudly, in
Maro’s
case – that Christmas was a stupid western holiday, quite below them
Tao
fighters, but they still had gone back to their family mansion because
of an
allegedly sudden and unexpected summon from their parents. Creed
snorted. As if
he hadn’t seen the blue ribbon sticking out from under Shiki’s turban
and the
wrappings in Maro’s pack.

Doc had, as
he was often prone to do, disappeared into his lab, skipping the whole
gifts
opening part and barely coming out enough to grab a bite of their
Christmas
Lunch. And Echidna – damn her Tao powers – had popped out of thin air
quite
unexpectedly, inviting herself over for lunch and then running away as
soon as
she had finished his dessert, saying something about having to
deliver a
late present.

Creed sat
down in his armchair near the roaring fireplace. Quiet was boring.

He hadn’t
had a decent Christmas since Train had left him. He hadn’t had a decent
time since Train had left him,
period. Well, yes, he had had quite a lot of fun slaughtering people at
Langeles
City, but with no Black Cat beside him it simply hadn't been as funny
as it could've.

He had
always known, from the very fist moment his eyes had met Train’s gold
ones,
that he had found his missing half, his mate. But he hadn’t realized
until
after it happened that he could never go back to live on his own. After
tasting
the completeness Train brought him, living without it was pure madness.

That last
Christmas together, three years earlier, now, had been wonderful. No
assignment from Kronos intruding on them, a small Christmas tree – he
had seen
the way Train’s eyes would light up looking at the trees and the lights
that
decorated the city, so he had bought one as a surprise – a comfy couch
that had
been discarded to just sit in front of their little smoky fireplace,
liquor
bottles scattered around them and their glasses always full.

It had been
a nice, quiet evening. They were happy, warm and giddy from the booze,
laughing
and joking all night long. And, damn, hadn’t Train seem just like a big
cat,
curled up on his pillow, his upper lip lined with white from the cream
of his
White Russian – it was only too like him, to have cream even with his
alcohol –
purring when Creed had started petting his unruly hair. Purring in
Creed’s
kisses and into his hands, arching and stretching his slender body
under his
own,
mewling against his sweaty skin. Just like a cat.

Creed
fingered the hilt of his sword, frowning. That had been one of their
last quiet
times together, before that fucking sweeper-wannabe wrench had ruined
everything and taken him
away. He hadn’t minded the quietness back then. He was hardly ever
bored, even
when Train wasn’t around. You can’t be bored when you’re complete, can
you?

Creed
poured himself a
glass of his favorite wine – Leon’s present for him – and sighed,
sipping it
staring at the fire. What a boring Christmas. He had even discarded the
idea of
dropping by a nearby city and wreck havoc, because he wasn’t in the
mood for
mayhem. ‘It is a sad affair when your resilient crazy mass-murderer
is too
depressed for a bit of slaughter,’ he mused bitterly.

A rustle
from under the Christmas Tree branches drew his eyes. There was a gift,
a big
box wrapped in an outrageous red paper, together with a white envelope
decorated in gold and silver. A glimpse of a white hand. ‘Echidna?’

A second
later, the woman’s voice came from beside him. “There, the last two
gifts.”

Creed
raised an eyebrow. “Two?” He didn’t even turn his head, simply staring
at her
reflection in his half-empty glass of wine.

The woman
nodded. “Only one from me though. The envelope. Open that, first.”

The other
eyebrow went up too. Slowly the man put down his glass on the coffee
table in
front of him and got up, walking towards the tree. The red present was
quite light, the box seemingly half empty.

He sat back
in his armchair, the gift in his lap while he opened the envelope. “A
reservation for a table for two at the most expensive restaurant in
town? You
think that a quiet, discreet candlelight dinner will make up for eating
up all
my nice Christmas Lunch?”

The corner
of her red lips twitched slightly. “There’s more.”

Creed took
out a second card. “Oh, a suite booked for the whole night in the best
hotel,
too!” This time he smiled too. “Were you planning to get me drunk and
have your
wicked way with me all night long? My dear, we are evil minions. No
need to buy
me dinner first. Besides, you only needed to ask.”

Echidna
laughed. It was only too rare to hear Creed joking. He clearly liked
the gift. ‘Wait
‘til you see the rest of your present, darling,’ she thought,
smiling. “Now
the other one, boss.”

“May I ask
who’s from?” At the woman’s knowing smile he frowned, puzzled.

Creed
unwrapped the gift, revealing a big cardboard box, with holes on the
walls.
Very carefully, he opened the lid, and froze.

Nestled
between soft wool, there was the cutest black kitten, sleeping
contentedly.
Slowly, with trembling fingers, he touched its back, petting it
lightly. The
kitty mewled softly and uncurled, raising its head, blinking, at last
setting
its eyes on a still frozen Creed. They were gold.

Finally
coming out of his stupor, Creed delicately took the kitten out of the
box, a
dazzling smile dawning on his beautiful face. “What a nice kitty! And,
look,
it’s a boy!” he cooed happily, petting the cat, showing him at Echidna.

She chuckled,
carefully scratching his back with her long fingernails. “He even comes
with a
collar. What’s his name?”

Creed
raised the kitten closer, peering at the little tag that hung from the
thin
collar – while the little demon took the chance and started licking his
face.
The man laughed, amused.

“His name’s
Thirteen.” He laughed again. “Seems someone didn’t loose his wicked
sense of
humor after all.”

Echidna
shook her head, looking at her fearsome boss laughing while a kitty
licked his
nose. “Well, sorry to intrude, but you might want to go and get ready
for
dinner.” she said, raising a cigarette to her lips and lighting it.

Creed put
the kitten in his lap clearly annoyed at being interrupted, and looked
her,
almost pouting. She valiantly swallowed the laughter that was trying to
come
out.

“Trust me
on this.” She leant over the coffee table to flick the ashes in the
ashtray.
“There’s another black kitty who’s waiting for you to look after him
tonight. You
don’t want to make him wait.”

Creed’s
eyes went round at this, and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud this
time.

“You
mean…?” He couldn’t finish the sentence, simply staring at his laughing
comrade.

Eventually
she managed to calm down. “C’mon, give me Thirteen. I’ll take care of
him while you
get changed.” she said, carefully taking the kitten from his hands.

He nodded
still looking slightly dazed. “Yes, yes. I’ll go and get ready.” He
took the
envelope with the reservations and got up from the armchair.

“Creed?” He
stopped and turned around when she called him back. Echidna smiled and
kissed
his cheek. “Merry Christmas.”

Creed
kissed her back, happy. “Thank you, my dear. Merry Christmas to you,
too. And
thanks for the wonderful present.” He hugged her, and walked off
towards his
bedroom, already planning.

He’d wear
something elegant but discreet, perfect for their quiet evening. Black
slacks, maybe a light blue shirt tobring out his eyes. No heels. And
that new coat he hadn't tried out yet.

And he’d have
to bring something. It was only polite to return a gift, after all. He
had
the perfect thing, too. Something that had been sitting in the back of
the
drawer of his bedside table for nearly three years. A nice collar-like
gold
chocker with diamonds, complete with a little gold bell which had
engraved on
the back the words ‘Name: Train Heartnet, Belongs to: Creed Diskens’.

He
even had an almost full bottle of kahlua – bought in a moment he was missing his mate
something fierce – buried somewhere in his closet that he could
grab and keep for later at the hotel. He was sure Train hadn’t lost his
taste
for White Russians.

Mind
spinning with plans, Creed found himself smiling broadly, looking
forward to
his nice, quiet night out. Yes, quiet was good.

* * *

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!!
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