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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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Asura: Hehe. I am proud to present, though a little anxious as to the results, the sixth/seventh chapter of AETERNA NOX!!!! Enjoy mortals. :D

Disclaimer: Do I seriously need to write these for every chapter…? If you all don’t understand the fact that I don’t own Black Cat by now… then I would have to say you are utterly hopeless. :D Kidding… for the most part.

Warning: … Kinda like the disclaimers. If you don’t know this is a yaoi by now… Man. All right, here we go: THIS IS A YAOI. TWO GUYS WILL BE HAVING S-E-X. I think that should be pretty outline-ish for all of you. :D With that done, let’s begin!!!

Chapter Six: Letheium

By: Asura Mori

“Don’t worry, Train. I’ll help you break that witch’s curse… I’ll help you forget all about her.”

It was words like that that made Train uneasy around Creed. Or maybe it was the… stillness that permeated from the other man when he said things like that. “I’ll help you forget” … yeah, that wasn’t very reassuring, nor did Train believe that the outcome of said sentence would end very well.

The bad part in all of this was that he still couldn’t move. Whatever toxin had been in that insect’s stinger was still active, preventing him from moving, let alone blinking. This really irritated Train, due mostly to the fact that his eyes were watering heavily. If he didn’t blink soon, he was gonna start crying and that would be very unmanly, thus pissing him off even more.

If he ended up crying, he was gonna kick Creed’s ass. Of course, that would only happen if he ever got to move again… which didn’t seem like it was gonna happen any time soon. Train let out a sigh as a random thought passed through his head.

/Looks like the bad luck’s been delivered back to me. /

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Creed glanced down at Train’s immobile body, a shiver of excitement running throughout his own body. Finally, his dream would be realized… The Black Cat would finally be at his side once more. For the rest of eternity, the two assassins would once again be partners… as God and his Gabriel. How fitting.

The silver-haired man reached down and brushed his hand through the downed sweeper’s hair, a content smile on his face as those golden eyes glared up at him in hatred. Soon, he would possess this man entirely… and the Train he had once known would finally come back to him, the witch forgotten completely.

“In just moments, Train, you will go back to your old self and we will resume that life which has been put on hold. You and me, partners in the grand scheme of things. Together, we will rule the world, my precious black cat.” Creed purred, violet eyes glowing with a certain kind of madness as he dreamed of a future only he could see.

Train continued to glare at him, growling inaudibly as he tried to force the relaxed muscles of his throat to work. But nothing he did would reanimate the sleeping muscles and he mentally pounded his head against the floor. How much he wanted to scream at this man! “You’re delusional!” He wanted to yell at him. He wanted to throw Creed against the wall and slam his head into it until the madman understood.

Deep down, all he really wanted was for Creed to wake up and realize that power wasn’t everything. He wanted to save his ex-partner… before the man was swallowed up completely by this madness.

But the reality was so much tougher to face, as Train knew his wish to be impossible. Creed would never wake up… and if the man had his way, neither would Train. The madness would swallow them both, immersing them both in darkness; a darkness that Train never wanted to know again, one that Creed was trying to force him back into.

The darkness that came with being an assassin… and the madness that followed soon after.

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The sound of a door opening behind him made Creed turn, an expectant smile plastered on his face. In the doorway stood a raven-haired man with spectacles, dressed in a white doctor’s coat. Intelligent, purple eyes, darker than Creed’s own violet ones, were bored as they surveyed the scene before them. Only when they came upon Train’s unmoving figure did the eyes light up. A slow smile spread on the man’s face and he started to take a step towards the ex-assassin’s immobile body, stopping only when Creed gave him a heated glare.

“Did you bring the item I requested?” The leader of the Apostles of the Stars asked, his voice low, as if Train were sleeping and Creed didn’t want to wake him. The man pushed up his glasses with one hand, while the other dove into the coat pocket on his right. He produced a small vial, holding it up into the light.

“You mean this?” Creed smiled as he took the vial from the Doctor, his own eyes glowing as he analyzed the small container. A clear liquid sloshed noiselessly as he shook the vial, though it reflected nothing. In itself, the liquid looked unimpressive, though Creed knew better than to assume anything based on the way something looked.

He raised a fine eyebrow at the Doctor, who looked down at him with an expression of annoyance. “And now you’re going to ask me what it does, even though you were the one who asked me for it, right?” Creed nodded, letting a small grin spread across his lips. He loved to annoy the doctor. Doctor let out a sigh and pushed his glasses up once again, before crossing his hands over his chest.

“Let’s see… where to begin? Ah yes. As per request, I did some research on the many drugs that exist in the world that cause a person to forget. There were quite a few, I’ll admit, but then you added in another requirement: controlled forgetfulness. You wanted a drug where you could force a person to forget a singular event. After much time and research, I finally found the drug you specified: Letheium. Named after the river Lethe, which caused a person to forget if you so much as touched the water. Anything that touched the water would forget how to function. Even if a drop of water were to touch your skin, the place where the drop landed would forget to feel.”

“This particular drug is of a more controlled substance, of course. You insert the drug into the host’s body and wait for it to start to take affect. The host falls into a dream-like sleep. During that point, you whisper into the host’s ear, telling him, or her, what to forget. You then proceed to create a filler-memory, so that the person will not just have a blank spot in their mind. In retrospect, you can essentially create a whole new persona… or awaken an old one.”

The Doctor finished his long-winded speech, frowning as he caught Creed yawning. The silver-haired man blinked owlishly and looked up at the man, a Cheshire-cat’s grin on his face. “Finished? So basically, this drug will do the job, correct?” He asked, glancing down at Train, who was looking at him with wide eyes. “It will bring Train – no, the Black Cat, back to me?”

A similar grin stretched across the Doctor’s face as he also glanced down at Train, a mixture of lust and curiosity in his gaze. “Undoubtedly. And then we of the Apostles of the Stars can see why you care so much about this one man.”

Creed laughed quietly as he stood, Train nestled in his arms. The Doctor blinked, having not seen the silver-haired man pick up the unmoving brunette. When had Creed…? “Indeed, you shall see the prowess of this man first hand. Then, and only then, will you understand why no one else is worthy enough to stand by my side.”

Fear coursed briefly through the Doctor’s veins as Creed walked past him, Train in his arms. He followed the silver-haired man with his eyes, a single bead of sweat running down the side of his face. If the Black Cat was anything like Creed was now, then what kind of monster were they reawakening?

But it wasn’t just fear that flowed throughout his body. It was also a sense of anticipation. Things were starting to heat up. If Train, when awoken, was even half as strong as Creed, then the battle with the Chrono Numbers would be like humans rising against God. The Chrono Numbers would cease to exist. And the Apostles of the Stars would become the new rulers of the world.

The Doctor liked the sound of that.

He followed after his leader, whistling tunelessly. This was the beginning of everything… and it all started with the rewiring of Train Heartnet.

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Feeling started to return to Train’s hands as Creed carried him to a new location. From the information that he gathered from the Doctor’s little speech, Train knew for a fact that he wanted nothing to do with that so-called “Letheium.” It sounded like bad news. And from previous experience, and from what Creed had said earlier, Train had a pretty good idea what it was that the silver-haired assassin wanted him to forget.

Saya.

It was the one memory he couldn’t afford to lose. Saya had made him see everything around him, had made him human. If he hadn’t met her when he did, then he wouldn’t have been the person he was today. He wouldn’t have been free from the chains looped around his neck by the Chrono Numbers.

He would have been just like Creed. Angry and resentful, wanting the destruction of the Chrono Numbers for taking away his life.

The Black Cat, the assassin, would return once again… this time for good.

Train couldn’t let that happen. If everything went as Creed planned, then not only would Train forget Saya, but also Sven, Eve, and everyone else who had encouraged him as a Sweeper. They would become the enemy in his eyes and he wouldn’t even lament their death, because he wouldn’t know who they were.

He moved his foot experimentally, watching Creed to see if the man noticed. If the violet-eyed man did, he gave no indication. He continued to walk down the endless halls, seemingly preoccupied. Train tried again and felt his foot respond.

Now he just needed the rest of his body to wake up. Then he’d make his move.

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Creed watched Train’s foot move out of the corner of his eye and had to stop a smile from showing on his face. So, his ex-partner was starting to regain the use of his limbs. Excellent. This wouldn’t be as boring as he thought it would be.

He continued to act as if nothing was wrong on the outside, but inside his heart was beating quickly. His blood raced at the thought of a final fight between him and this Train, a fight in which he meant to prove his dominance over this weak-willed Sweeper. And after the battle, his Train would reawaken and together they would take over the world.

The Black Cat would return and stand by his side as his partner… and lover once more.

To be continued…

Asura: All righty!!! I finally got chapter six/seven done. ^_____^ Anyway, the next chapter consists of the battle between Train and Creed, as well as some other things. What’ll happen in the next installment of Aeterna Nox? Nobody, not even me, knows just yet. Read and review. I know it’s been a long time in coming, so you all get to rant and rave as much as you want. I’ll even let you all have your pitchforks… as long as you don’t come to my front door with them. :D
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