As for the story itself, it is a CreedxTrain fic more so manga-vers, but I'll have points of the anime in here that I liked (such as Saya's song). CreedxTrain is my absolute favorite pairing and there isn't enough out there for my taste. I WANT THEM TOGETHER DAMMIT! I also plan to make this not like other CreedxTrain fics (you'll see what I mean if you read).
It's rated M for later content (hint hint... read and you shall see). I plan to make that unlike any other CreedxTrain lemons you may have read. If you don't want to read those parts, I'll announce when it's their time and you can just skip over them.
I wanna make this story a Shonen-Ai as best I can. Any help will be much appreciated. I've pretty much laid out how I want the story to go, almost figured out the ending and I've already written up to chapter 5, just don't have it typed yet. I plan to write a lot since I'm on summer break and my long vacation time is over. I should have time and I hope to finish this before the next semester starts cause I will be busy as hell (though I'm not sure if it will happen). Those just might be the words of an over confident rookie writer.
So, what I want from reviewers are:
1. Tips and constructive comments on my writing.
2. How you feel the story is (good or bad and why).
3. Any grammar or spelling errors.
I've had this story in my head for quite some time and I really want to make it good so any help I will love. Please review and offer a helping hand. Thanks and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you see here. Except for Frank Merriam… and he's not sexy… and dead… he pays me nothing either... what a loser.
A Different Fate
Chapter 1: Questions
"The mission has been fulfilled as ordered. You'll find him in an alley near his hideout."
A figure clad in black hung up his phone, resting his gun at his side. Spots of blood covered him as his golden eyes gazed down at his now deceased mission.
A pang of guilt nestled in his heart which both surprised and bothered him, no matter how small it was.
The mission's name was Frank Merriam, an enemy of Chronos. Apparently, Merriam was smuggling illegal goods to areas not yet under Chronos control. Not only would his death stop the smuggling, but Chronos would further their efforts in negotiations with a new area.
Train rolled his eyes at that last thought. His "masters" had to control everything, didn't they? One third of the world wasn't enough.
Not that it mattered to Train. He just did as he was told.
He slid Hades back in its holster then ran his fingers through his chocolate brown hair, allowing his thoughts once more to wonder back to his newfound emotion. He wasn't sure why he felt like this.
A voice interrupted the assassin's thoughts.
"That was wonderful, Train." It was the voice of Train's assigned Chronos partner, Creed Diskenth.
The dark haired man glanced over his shoulder at the sliver haired man who slid his sword back in its sheath. His feminine face suffused with admiration and his crimson eyes sparkled with joy as he watched Train.
"A work of art," Creed said as he smiled at Train. It was hard to tell if the smile was friendly or malicious.
Maybe a little of both. Train thought. He always had a hard time figuring out his partner's thought process. Then again he didn't feel he really knew the man, other than fighting style and the fact that he never left Train alone even for a minute.
Train turned completely to face Creed as he approached, shooting a death glare at the swordsman. He hoped the glare would be enough to get the point across to Creed that he wanted to be left alone.
It never worked and this time was no different. In fact, the results seemed to be the opposite of the desired ones. Upon seeing Train's eyes, Creed's whole expression would soften. Almost as if he's swooning. Train quickly shook that thought off.
Creed drew nearer to his beloved assassin, hoping Train would allow Creed to clean the blood off his beautiful face. Luckily for Creed, Train wasn't the type to back away from anything no matter what.
He doesn't need to, those eyes of his would make any trash scurry off with their tails between their legs, Creed thought matter-of-factly.
But Creed wasn't trash. Creed was the only one who truly understood Train. The only one worthy of Train. The only one equal to Train. He knew their destinies were intertwined so deep that not even death could unwind it.
He also knew Train didn't know this, but he would in time. He'd give Train all the time he needed to realize what was meant for them. No matter how long it took, as long as this moment didn't change, Creed would wait for the much anticipated day when his beloved saw their fate as Creed did.
The swordsman now stood inches away from the gunman and admired his features further. Creed couldn't fight how gorgeous Train was. From his looks to his attitude, everything about Train Heartnet was perfect.
Creed smiled warmly, "Just what I'd except from my Black Cat."
He stretched his thin, strong arm out towards Train's masculine, yet pretty face and gently wiped the blood off. He continued to smile as he licked the blood off his slender fingers.
As the blood continued to appear on Train's face, Creed realized with fear that it did not belong to that dead man.
"Train, you're hurt!" Creed exclaimed frantically.
Shaking off the aggravation Creed's touch had brought on, Train raised an eyebrow in confusion, then used the back of his hand to wipe where his partner had regarded. Looking at the red substance now on the back of his hand, Train remembered how Merriam had thrown a shard of glass picked from the ground at him in a pathetic attempt to fight the Black Cat off. Train had to give the guy credit for at least trying. And for not wetting himself like most have.
He hadn't bothered dodging it, seeing the offending yet non-offending object as no threat. A shard of glass thrown by a low-life smuggler was nothing. The usual pains of a Chronos Number was far worse, but this seemed to have caused Creed a great deal of trouble. As usual.
"We should sterilize it!" Creed's voice was lining hysterical as he grabbed Train's wrist firmly and led him out the alley the mission had run to.
Talk about drama queen, the dark haired Chronos agent thought annoyingly before pulling his wrist back.
"Cool your jets, Creed, it's just a scratch from a small piece of glass. No biggy," Train said off handedly. It really wasn't. The wound had already stopped bleeding.
"But that trash pile of a man found that shard on the ground. The ground of an alley no less! We have no idea what diseases could be crawling all over it. We should clean it just to be sure."
Creed knew his voice was panicked, but this was Train. If anything were to happen to his beloved Train, Creed wasn't sure what he'd do. He wasn't even sure how he lived without Train before.
Judging from Train's exacerbated sigh, the swordsman knew the Black Cat was annoyed by Creed's overbearing persona. Had that shard hit anyone else Creed wouldn't have cared. Even if it were himself Creed would have been in more control of his emotions.
Train, realizing Creed wouldn't be calming down anytime soon, turned to walk in the opposite direction towards his apartment. His job was to simply kill the smuggler going against Chronos. Cleaning up wasn't part of the Black Cat package, that was left up to the lower leveled Chronos agents
Footsteps followed close behind, bringing Train's attention back to Creed who was, as usual, following him. However this time the man seemed to have a specific reason.
"Yes?" Questioned the gunman as he came to a halt to eye Creed.
Creed titled his head slightly in confusion, "I told you we need to treat your wound. I'll follow you home to help."
Train sighed yet again, "I told you to chill. It's not a big deal. It even stopped bleeding," he pointed to the cut on his cheek in order to prove his point, "Besides, I've had worse and you know it."
Of course Creed knew it. On past missions Train had been hurt far worse than this. The sliver haired man remembered each wound with grimace and heartache.
Unconvinced of Train's conviction that he'd be all right, Creed continued pestering the man.
"You should still clean it. Just to be safe."
Train growled under his breath, "Fine. I will. But I don't need your help." With that, Train turned around to continue his journey home.
Footsteps made another growl erupt from his throat.
"You swear?" The crimson eyed man asked.
What the fuck is WITH this guy?!
"…Yes," the golden eyed man replied in as calm a voice he could muster, which wasn't much. He didn't get angry often, but Creed seemed to be good at making him so. He hoped that it would convince his little follower to drop it and stop following him.
Half of Train's wish was granted as Creed dropped it, but continued following.
"You really are amazing, Train," Creed commented with awe. He eyed Train's feline figure as he accompanied him on his walk home.
He reflected on Train's performance with the smuggler. The mission called Merriam had hired lackeys. Considering he had no skills to speak of for himself, other than smuggling, it was a good choice.
Good, but useless, Creed thought maliciously. He should have known what he was up against.
Pawn after pawn came at Train. The cat avoided each crony with ease. His lithe body ducking and dodging in ways thought physically impossible, leaving Creed to deal with them.
That's how they worked. Train would let Creed take care of the worker bees as he went for the queen. Leaving Creed with the small fires didn't bother him one bit. It meant that Train trusted Creed enough to cover him while he completed the mission. Even if Train wouldn't admit it.
Not only that, the lackeys never took long to dispose of, allowing Creed to have fun with them and at the same time leaving him time to watch his partner in action.
It never failed.
Creed's heart was racing as Train's deep and determined voice repeated his catch phrase in his head, "I've come to deliver some bad luck," a shot accompanied by spatters of blood quickly followed.
He smiled dreamily as they walked.
Train was seemingly obviously to Creed's admiration as he didn't respond to the compliment given. Number XIII seemed to be deep in thought.
Wondering if Train was all right, he tried comforting the man, "Is something wrong, Train? You seem troubled."
"Huh?" Train's response and tone confirmed Creed's suspicions that something was bothering him. The Chronos assassin shook his head slightly. "I'm fine," was his simple reply.
Honestly, Train wasn't sure of the truth behind his own words either. He started to revisit the guilt he had felt. He knew that man wasn't what one would call good, but did it mean he had to die? Was death the only thing that awaited people like him? Did he have the right to make such a decision like that?
But the biggest, most mind tingling question was: why was he suddenly asking all these questions?
"You sure?" Creed's concerned voice interrupted Train's confused thoughts again. A glare in Creed's direction was his only response. "I just want to be sure, Train. You're very important to me."
Train ignored Creed as they approached his apartment building. He also ignored Creed's goodnight as he closed the door behind him and made his way up the stairs to his room.
Still deep in thought, Chronos agent XIII discarded his coat on a nearby chair, planting himself on his bed's edge.
He normally didn't think this hard. Train was the type to just go with the flow and take things as they came, but his flow seemed to be changing and he wanted to know how and why.
Maybe that girl was getting to him. He recently was injured badly on a mission and was taken in by a young sweeper girl named Saya Minatsuki. They quickly became friends and Train found himself invigorated by the woman's outgoing and carefree personality.
She had a rough start on life just as Train had, yet somehow she was still able to look at the world with a smile on her face. She even treated a wounded man she knew to be the infamous Black Cat without worrying what the consequences might be.
How naïve. Train thought. Still, he couldn't help wonder why.
"If I don't wanna shoot, then I don't." Her words circled in his head. Maybe Train was beginning to understand them.
"Never forget to ask, for whom am I shooting for? What reason am I pulling the trigger?" Saya's words were replaced with his captain, Sephiria's, words. The words she had said to him after initiating him as a number.
Train wasn't sure he knew the answer.
A/N The quote I used for Sephiria I don't think is completely right. I couldn't find the chapter where she said that so I just went with what I remembered.
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