Well, well, well. My first Black cat Fan-fiction. Inspired by a really cool dream I had. By the way, this stories main characters will be Train Heartnet and Saya Minatsuki. I will attempt to keep them in character, but Train will be in his "Chronos Days" attitude, so expect to be frozen over with his coldness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat. If I did, Saya would not have died. Nor do I own the song 'Breath' by Breaking Benjamin.

31 Days Ch. 1

Breath

You take the breath right out of me.

You left a hole where my heart should be.

You got to fight just to make it through,

'cause I will be the death of you.

Saya Minatsuki sighed, for what felt like the 100th time that long day. Her teachers had been really rattling her already shaken confidence in herself, throwing formulas this way and that, warning that they would be on the upcoming final. But Saya's main problem was not studying, no she probably studied more than all the kids in her high school combined. She just had a horrid memory for formulas and the such.

Her keys rattled as she unlocked the door to her one person apartment, grating on her nerves. Stupid door, she thought, it won't open… now all she really wanted to do was hit something…or sit down and cry. Honestly, both sounded like good options at the moment.

"Finally…" she muttered as the stubborn green door finally gave way to her will and swung open revealing her living room. She walked in, dumped her bag on the couch, and strolled in to the kitchen. Saya grabbed a glass from the cupboard above her head - though she had to stretch a little bit in order to reach- and set the clear glass down on the counter with a ting. Then she turned and walked to her right, opening up the refrigerator door, and pulling out the carton of milk. She walked briskly over to the cup, pulled the lid off the jug and poured the milk in to about halfway up the glass. She set the jug back into it's proper place and grabbed the glass, raised it to her lips, and took a big gulp of the lifesaving liquid.

"Ahhh….nothing like milk after a long day!" She exclaimed quietly and leaned back against the counter. I wonder what Yuuka's doing…or rather how she and her boyfriend are doing. It's odd…all of my friends have boyfriends…except for me. Not that I'm longing for one…but occasional company would be nice…oh, who'm I kidding? Who in their right mind would want to be with me: a tomboy who has an aim like a sharpshooter with a gun, concentrates on homework and reading and loves to run? Plus, my favorite thing to wear is a yukata. Not your normal teenager…that's for sure.

Wow… she thought to herself, no wonder kids at school think I'm weird…Oh well, time too get back to work.

"You understand how important this is to me…right? How much I…I need…" A deep voice sounded into a darkened room. The room was so dark in fact, that it was near impossible to see the man's face, let alone the young man that he was speaking to.

"I do not need you to go into details about how much you need this girl. All I need to know is where she lives." A deeper voice commanded, annoyed by this point as he wondered to himself as to why he was working with such a man.

"To the point. I like that." A smile could be heard in the older man's voice. "In fact I-"

"I do not care about what you are thinking about. I just need to know where the girl lives." The second voice said, restrained anger tight in his baritone. He had to stay cool, calm and collected. That was what Creed had told him the very first day…but this man was trying his patience.

"Very well," the man sighed. "Just…try not to hurt her." he told the younger man, resigned happiness in his voice. A grunt could be heard from the younger man and as he turned away to open the door, the older man could see the silluaitte of a slim figure, tall and clad in a trench cloak with messy gravity defying hair. As the younger man closed the door behind him, a flash of some color could be seen by the older man.

He sat for a few seconds, registering what he had just seen. This young man...his eyes had been one of an unusual color: a searing gold, glinting like frozen ice. This young man…was a force to be reckoned with. He would most definitely get her now! The man thought, a smile emerging, exposing his yellowing teeth to the air in his office. He would be with his dearest soon…soon. And the smile only grew as he thought of the young man with golden eyes. Now, all he had to do was wait, wait for the devil to come back his angel in tow.

Saya sat back in her chair, a creaking noise emitting from the old wood. She winced in slight pain at the awful noise.

"Jeez, be nice to my poor ears, chair-chan, k? They're really sensitive." She grumbled as she stood up from her chair and stretched. Saya reached foreword and looked at the heavy textbook she had just been copying extensive algebra problems from and sighed. She was understand the homework fine, but the teacher had decided that today she would pour down the problems on the students. Then again, Mrs. Ari always had been a bit of a slave driver.

Saya grinned widely at the thought, a funny image popping up in her mind, causing her to chuckle. A slave driver, that she was Saya thought as she walked over to the kitchen to grab another glass of milk.

As she put the container away, she noted how low her stash of milk was getting.

"Hmmm….I should probably run to the grocery store soon, or I'll be out of milk…" She muttered to herself, and took a couple gulps of milk out of the glass. She swallowed the rest of the milk in her mouth, and sighed happily as she lowered the glass. "Mmm….milk during extensive homework is always the best!" She exclaimed, and looked outside through the window in her kitchen, taking in the almost-black skies around her apartment. "It really is getting late…and the homework isn't due tomorrow…" decided on what she would do, she walked out of the kitchen, milk in hand and walked over to the book.

Just before she touched the heavy back cover to close it, Saya noticed something odd. She had been working in page 675...but now it was on page 677..and there was no breeze in her house, for no windows were open. A sudden chill ran up her spine and she stiffened in fear. Quicker than the mortal eye could see, a hand shot in front of her and covered her mouth. The scent impaled her senses, and Saya immediately recognized it: chloroform. Her emerald eyes widened as she felt the drug begin to take effect. Her eyes drooped and her body sagged to the ground. She was released, and in her stupor of sleep, she heard a deep baritone speak.

"I've come to deliver some bad luck."

And a flash of cat-like golden eyes was all she saw before sleep claimed her and she drifted off unwillingly.

The man who sat in his room would be waiting for much longer than he had originally anticipated. For the fates had decided that the young man deserved a chance at heaven and the girl deserved a chance to live.

The man had not taken into account something stronger than money and power. Something that was thicker than water, and ran deeper than blood.

Well…how was it? Good? Great? Awful? Trash It?

Tell me what you think! Plus, if you did not get what the 'narrator' was talking about at the end, you need a smack upside the head.

Thanks for reading! Chapter 2, Coming Soon!

"And there stood third reason that she was sure she was dreaming, her mother stood before her, clad in her wedding gown. But her mother was dead."