Ok well let's see. . . . . . . . . . . this is my first black cat fanfic and my current second fanfic~

The pair is Creed and Train, and If I get the time I will try and fit some others in here. This is also my first chapter based fanfic, I really hope I don't screw this up ^^;

I started thinking about this after I finished reading the manga and decided I didn't much like the ending. It was ok, but it left me with an empty feeling, a fangirl sense as you might call it. XD CREED MUST END UP WITH TRAIN! Well at least I want him too~ heh~ no he must! B3

This fic is just what I think should have kept going, but I know Yabuki-sama doesn't like BL, as he showed and continues to show in To Love Ru _ , so I will write my idea down. It's ok if you don't necessarily agree with it or if you don't like it~ I'm trying to let free my imagination 83

Constructive criticism will help!!!! PLEASE! Review my story please at least 3 or 10 will help!!

I don't really know what will happen in the future chapters, but I'm dabbling at it~ Thinking and such.

I don't own the characters! I wish I did but sadly I don't~ All these characters (that I use for my and others amusement ) belong to Yabuki-sama. ( who still needs to write the sequel or second part of Black cat. Stop procrastinating, it doesn't leave any good, I should know ^^; )

So on with it!!!!! sorry for the long intro Don't kill me please!!!!!!! D=

Oh yeah the title means - The End is Just the Beginning -

Chapter One

Iniziare

Gun shots rang throughout the dark alleyway swords clashed and grinded together, sparks flying at the pressure ensued by their wielders. Screams of pain and anguish echoed against the empty barren walls. Bullets ricocheted off the walls, bouncing back at the ones who had unleashed them. The glint of a sword was seen by its victim before he was cut down. The swordsman finished his opponent off with a swift movement of his wrist.

Having finished his opponent off, the silver-haired swordsman scanned the dark alley for his partner. Amesthysist eyes scanned the dark alleyway. A shot rang out, followed by a wail of pain. ~That fool, he never should have betrayed Chronos. He reaps what he sows.~ He was pulled out of his thoughts as a flash of golden yellow caught his eye. Dressed in a full black coat, Number XIII approached the swordsman. ~ Those eyes, so dangerous yet so alluring, so. . . like Train~

"It looks like your opponent was tougher than he looked," Train commented, looking in the direction of the other man's wounds. Snapping out of his daze, Creed responded. "I was distracted ~trying to watch you~ that imbecile was lucky he even managed to get a scratch on me." Creed suddenly got an impulse to check the other man's wounds, and he commenced to brush the dust off him, when his hand was slapped away. "I'm fine, you need to take care of yourself first," the Train said, "You're no good to me dead."

Creed was touched, was his cat worried about him? He smiled slightly in the direction of the older man, receiving a slight glare of annoyance in return. The chocolate-haired man walked away, his mission finished. Creed followed him and they both walked into the night. Being as impulsive as he was, Creed embraced his golden-eyed partner. In an instant, Hades was greeting Creed, barrel clearly aimed at his face.

"Get off." The dangerously icy tone in the gunman's voice sending shivers down Creed's spine. Anticipating the unexpected. Relinquent to release him, Creed slowly released his grip on Train. As soon as he saw Hades begin to withdraw, Creed took his chance. Quickly, he tilted Train's face slightly to the left and moved his own face closer. He closed the gap between both of their lips. Golden eyes widened, like saucers, at the feel of Creed's lips sealed over his own. Struggling to free himself from the other's grip, Train found that his partner was stronger than he appeared.

The silver-haired one moved his lips against the soft lips underneath his. It was like being burned, kissing an open flame, and he just couldn't get enough. Feeling himself grow unbearably hot, Train's body began to respond to Creed's fervent advances. The kiss deepened, as their mouths clashed together. Creed felt like he was touching heaven, Train tasted so goo, like a combination of milk and honey. Relishing the fact that Train was responding to him, he opened his eyes. Breaking the kiss, too soon for his own taste, he asked a question that he wanted answered.

"Train, you'll never leave me will you?" He asked in his slightly ragged breath, rubbing his flushed face against soft chocolate-brown hair. Staying silent for a moment, Train began to respond. Creed waited for the Black cat's voice, hearing nothing but the wind breeze past them. Yet, the gunman's voice did not carry in the wind, his lips moving but no audible sound escaped them.

Suddenly everything around Creed began to disintegrate. Buildings, sound, and people disappeared in the blink of an eye. Darkness began to surround him, like a plague. Afraid of the approaching darkness, Creed turned back to his partner. Train was being enveloped in darkness as Creed only managed to panic.

"Train! Train!" desperation evident in his voice. Creed tried to reach out to his partner, only to touch nothing. The last thing that was seen before the utter blackness, was a twinkle of golden yellow. Creed found himself floating in a dark void, with no means of escape evident. Surrounded by the icy darkness, no sounds were heard. Alone, abandoned, forgotten, and unneeded. Desperate to escape, he ran around, only to be greeted by the darkness that surrounded him. "T-t-train" he whimpered slightly, as he curled down onto the vast floor.

Voices started to echo throughout, origin unknown yet vaguely familiar. "You're useless. . . . the world doesn't need you. . .you're just another piece of trash. . . If only I had never had you!" " Pathetic. . . " With each phrase, every word, Creed felt a stab of pain. ". . . . . . .I-i-itai. . ." Creed whimpered out. Tears managed to flow out from crystal-like eyes, as Creed was consumed by the darkness of his own heart. ~ No one cares, no one needs me.~

Closing his tear-filled eyes, Creed curled up into a ball. His body shook with a force not his own. Someone was moving him, trying to catch his attention. Calling his name repeatedly. ~ w h o?~ Creed opened his eyes, but not to the darkness, instead there was a white ceiling. Feeling around him , not the cold vast floor, but a soft velvety blanket, fluffy pillows, and a bed in which he rested upon.

His body shook once more, rather violently this time, and Creed wanted to know who wanted him. His gaze turned to the general direction of the culprit. The first thing that caught his attention was a bright yellow color. ". . . .T. .rain?" he whispered softly. The other person sighed. ~ No, it's not Train.~ "Creed? Are you feeling well?" asked a very soft feminine voice.

Continuing to study the other person in front of him, Creed vaguely recognized this person. Dull yellow hair, grabbed up, red lips, speaking words he did not hear, and purple eyes, searching him for an answer. Yes, he knew this person. "Echidna?" he asked, seeing the woman's tense shoulders drop with ease. As if a burden had been lifted from her. "I'm fine. . . ." She smiled at him, her fallen leader, and commenced to try and feed him. Creed refused to eat. "I'm not hungry... Echidna," he said as he glared at the food in distaste.

She gave up, no use in trying to feed him, he was stubborn and would always refuse. Ever since the defeat of The Messengers of the Stars*, her leader had never once regained his former health. Looking at his weakened state she know found him in, she thought of how his life was now. He hardly ate anything, didn't talk much anymore, he only wanted to go outside to tend to his flowers and stare off into the vast blue sky. Echidna watched over him, since then, and saw how he was wasting away slowly, day by passing day.

She had woke Creed up, because his face had been contorted in pain and anguish. She heard him cry and yelp, many times hearing that cursed man's name escape his lips. How he haunted Creed to no end. The blonde knew she would never replace him, though she did try. But she could not yank that thorn that had embedded itself into Creed's heart. Resigning herself to her fate, she left the room and stood outside the doors.

Creed was alone, and he looked around the room. Mostly barren walls, colored plainly white. The only furniture found in the room was the bed, some cabinets on either side. And a couple of chairs that blended in with the pale walls, barely even there. ~ A dream? It was a dream. . . . . . .~ That dream was something Creed wished and something that had actually come to fruition. Creed wished he would have had the chance to show his affections to Train. Yet what came to be was that his golden-eyed cat had abandoned him. Leaving him to be consumed by his own icy black heart.

"Train" he whispered again, yet it was audible enough to be heard by his audience on the other side of the doors. She sighed, how Creed still loved that man, she couldn't understand. Was it an obsession? Did Creed need him somehow? Could he possibly heal Creed in some way she couldn't? "I don't want Creed to die on me," she explained to herself, he's waisting away slowly. . . . , Train Heartnet. . . . , I have to bring him here. . . " She walked down the corridor and opened a gate, vortex in the wall. ~ I'm going to bring him here, for . . . Creed . . ~ She thought as the gate closed behind her.

~ For Creed~

* I used the original name found in the manga, most people know them as the Apostle of the Stars 83

Itai just means pain ok, or it hurts.

Italics- Basically means the past or someone's thoughts, thoughts are also surrounded by "~" signs, I prefer these to the parenthesis. I know it's not grammatically correct but still. Iniziare means to commence, or begin

Well that was the end of the first chapter. It was basically an introduction~

I wonder if I have gotten any better since my last fic. Hmm. . . amesthysist. . . I think that's how it's spelled. It is a colorful purple with hints of crimson hidden deep within, I like it. It sounds sort of mysterious~ well to me X3

Please read and review, especially the review part!!! I hope some people like this~ Ah, yes I look up to Musal, now that is a very good writer, I hope she updates one of her stories soon. It might take awhile but I'm ok with that! XD

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