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Aeterna Nox	By : asuramori Category: +. to F > Black Cat Views: 1853 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat in any way, shape, or form. I am also not getting paid to write this.

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Disclaimer: Me no own, refer to previous chapters.

Warning: Yaoi. Refer to previous chapters.

Chapter Eleven: Forgotten

By: Asura Mori

Golden eyes opened weakly, taking in their surroundings. Train was still in the hall, lying on the floor undisturbed. Apparently no one had found him just yet, which in Train's opinion was a good thing. He didn't want Creed finding him like this, to see him acting so weak.

The assassin brushed a hand through his dark hair, feeling slightly nauseous after his latest headache. And that name "Sven" still stuck soundly in his head. The screaming voice was also still present, though the words were still unintelligible besides that one name. The brunette shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He had to be getting back soon or else Creed would start to worry…

He got to his feet using the nearby wall as support, head down to fight the queasy feeling in his stomach. Lights blinked before his eyes, making him dizzy. Then those three people were there again, still beckoning him. He locked eyes with the green-haired man, knowing almost immediately that this one was "Sven." But he didn't know who this "Sven" was and it frustrated him.

"Why?" Train asked quietly, glaring at the phantom-like person. "I don't even know you… yet, why do I feel like I should…? Who are you?" The green-eyed man just looked at him sadly, doing and saying nothing. And then all three apparitions disappeared.

Train let out a strained sigh and leaned his back against the wall, hand going up to shield his face. Amber orbs peaked through the fingers unseeing. He was so confused… Everything up to yesterday was a blur and there were some things he just couldn't remember.

Why did it feel like he'd forgotten something important?

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Eve sat in the bay window and stared outside, her thoughts turbulent. She could see Sven pacing off to the side, his face dark with worry as he spoke with someone on the phone. They had been trying to locate Train for the last few days, with little luck, and all of them were starting to become a bit frantic.

She let out a sigh and turned her full attention back to the window, which was covered with small drops of water. It was raining outside. Even though she didn't act like it, she too was worried about Train. She had to admit that she missed him as well and all the annoying things he did. And without the brunette here, Sven just wasn't himself.

The young blonde girl swiveled her head around when she heard the phone clack down on the table, rose-colored eyes narrowed. Sven was now sitting down in one of the many armchairs littered about the room, his eye closed in exhaustion. "That was Rinslet." He explained after a few minutes, though his eye remained closed. "She's got a lead about where Train might be. Some guy saw a silver-haired man standing outside the house around the time he disappeared…"

"You don't mean… Creed?" Eve asked, turning around to fully look at Sven. The green-haired man nodded, his expression angry. Eve waited for her guardian to say more, but when he didn't she continued. "So this means that the final confrontation with Creed will have to begin sooner then we'd thought… correct?"

Sven finally opened his eye and looked at her dead-on, surprising Eve with the sadness she saw there. "I really don't know." He muttered, "There's no telling what he's done with Train. The bad thing is Train's the only one who can beat him. So for this whole 'confrontation' thing to work, we need to get Train back. And to do that we have to find him."

"And that's what Rinslet's doing." Eve concluded, to which Sven nodded. "So for now… all we can do is sit and wait…"

Sven sighed and pulled out a cigarette, sticking it in his mouth. He lit it with his lighter and took a puff before answering. "And hopefully, we're not too late to help Train."

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Train made his way back to his room slowly, his mind whirling. He wanted to know who this guy was, but wasn't sure how to approach Creed on the matter. His gut told him that it would be a bad idea to even tell Creed about this, but he was just so confused…

And that was something he, as the Black Cat, hated.

About halfway back, the brunette changed course. Maybe it was just a stress thing and he needed to work off a little steam. He remembered Creed mentioning something about a shooting range downstairs and felt a grin creep onto his face. Now that was something he definitely liked the sound of. So, downstairs he went and indeed, there was a shooting range.

The room was itself was quite plain. There wasn't much in there besides a few chairs. But those chairs faced a bigger part of the room, where nothing but white could be seen. A long, red line was painted on the floor a few feet from the chairs, indicating where the shooter should stand.

Train spied a small number pad on the opposite wall and went over to it. After staring at it for a few seconds he punched in a few numbers and set a difficulty level, smiling to himself. He was pretty sure he knew how this little mechanism worked. If he was right, then targets would jump out in the bigger part of the room and would continue to do so until time was up. And depending on the difficulty, the targets would appear in large numbers or really quickly, only to disappear just as quickly.

A few hours of this would help to ease his stress level.

He walked over to what he considered the middle of the red line and took up his stance, waiting. A buzzing noise permeated the room, indicating that it was time to start. Five targets jumped up and were shot down within the span of a breath. Train quickly reloaded, just in time to raise his gun to his newest challenge. Twelve more targets had appeared and Train shot as quickly and accurately as he could, reloading when needed.

Despite the fact that this computer simulation couldn't keep up with his skill, Train found that he was enjoying himself. It had been a while since he could just practice and have fun. Now if he switched to his left hand, it would be even funnier to watch. After all, he was better with that hand and probably could take the targets out even quicker.

He continued to do this for hours, switching back and forth between his two hands, until his thoughts had cleared. The timer finally went off, signaling the end of the simulation, and Train sat down in one of the many chairs. His body was relaxed in the chair and he felt himself starting to doze.

"I guess… it wouldn't be such a bad thing to take a nap here."

He got up and pulled another chair over, before sitting down once again. Then he curled his legs up underneath him and laid down. He was asleep in seconds, curled up like a cat.

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The phone rang again and Sven was out of his seat in seconds. He picked it up and answered with a gruff hello. After listening for a few minutes, a smile appeared on his face. He thanked the person on the other end before hanging up, then turned to look at Eve.

"She found him. We know where Train's at."

To be continued…

Asura: Yay! Sven to the rescue!

Black Cat Train: … Who the hell is Sven?

Sweeper Train: Dude, go away. Nobody likes you.

B.C. Train: That's not what your mom said.

S. Train: … Um… she's your mom too.

B.C. Train: (looks at S. Train) … Who are you?

Asura: He's… you?

B.C. Train: … Huh. Well, that's awkward.

Asura: Yeah… Anyway… (turns to look at readers) I hope you enjoyed this chapter of AN. Like I said, I'll try and update every week, but as one reviewer has stated so nicely for me, "Life happens." So, we'll see how things turn out. Read and review please. It makes me happy and warm inside. … Although hot chocolate does that too, now that I think about it. Huh.
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