Summary: Train captured Creed before he'd barely met any of the Apostles of the Stars, Echidna is dead from the fight that left Creed in the jail cell in which he currently resides. Creed is writing letters to the only person he has ever thought of-Train, but as his mind deteriorates does he become- saner? All he wants is to see Train one last time…

Pairing: obviously Creed/Train

Genre: not to good with this but I'd guess Tragedy and Romance

Warnings: Hmm… mentions of slash and references to sexuality

Heartnet-

Did you think that locking me up would keep you from me? I ask train because I can still feel you here with me. Not the you now, no you have been poisoned by that witch and are still unable to throw off her curse even though I have rescued you from her influence. No Train, I can feel you as you used to be, a feral black cat with chilling amber eyes. I can still remember how things used to be – Hades flashing in the air, cold angry eyes and chilling speed and accuracy. I can still feel the ecstasy seeing the beautiful kills and the elegant efficiency that you are capable of. I know you still feel it for we are far more alike than you would ever care to admit to anyone, let alone yourself.

You are wasted my dear Heartnet, as a sweeper you can never feel the dark dangerous blood that pricked at your senses and once drove you to kill so mercilessly but now only drives me. You are still a black cat, a stray albeit, and as such you demand respect and I shall honor that as I shall honor you train. Chronos used you and I know very well that that pushed you away from them but I would cherish your beauty and power, not seek to use it but beseech it's assistance. You Train, are perfection, the way your amber eyes gleam murderously, the way you scare grown men witless and the way your chocolate brown hair whips around your face as though a gale was blowing around you and your voice- oh Train! Your voice is so filled with anger and determination that it sends chills down my spine and that, if only that is why we are destined to be together, to rule together, and to rid this world of pretentious fools like Sephiria and her ideals of 'sacrificing the freedom of some for the freedom of all'- it is quite honestly preposterous to the highest degree.

If you join me Train, everything will be different. All will be under us Train, they will cower before your might and grovel at your feet in hopes that, maybe, you will notice them, or even cast eyes on them for half a moment. You will be a god in this new world and I will rule with you, cherish you, worship you.

If only that witch hadn't cursed you so thoroughly! Then maybe you would see the light and join me and the apostles of the stars in our quest to free the world of Chronos' power- besides it would show fools like that idiot dreadful-shot of a marksman I have swayed. I need youTrain! Only you! My plans will never come to completion without your abilities and opinions.

Oh Train! Why have you not awoken from that dreadful curse? Why can't you see the deep connection we share? The pure devotion I have for you and your ability? If I could sigh through a letter I would be but I know that you will sway to my side if only after reading this- if you ever do.

I dream of you Train, every night, sometimes everything will be like they used to be, your beautiful figure with the delectable expression you wear when you execute a perfect kill, your long black assassin's cloak billowing out behind you as you leap down onto an unsuspecting victim, Hades, your wonderful, beautiful weapon, glittering in the gun-smoke as you emotionlessly deter everyone in your path and those seven addictively poisonous words that you whisper before the final gunshot, "I've come to deliver some bad luck."

Recently however, the dreams of you have been nightmares. Nightmares of you in your funny coat, and that strange collar- I always wonder why a stray cat would wear a collar. The other three are there too, the disgusting woman-loving green haired man that always wears the suits and possesses the future sight. The young nano-machine blonde child who always fights with you and the purple haired thief that always seems to get in your way and teases you so mercilessly. Why Train? Why do you continue to stay with those that are so obviously disturbed?

Do you hate me Train? I always wondered but after these dreams, where you laugh so happily and seem so at ease, I have been forced to confront it. Thinking it over I became so enraptured in you that I have written your number everywhere in this tiny cell, XIII, XIII, XIII. Why won't it get out of my head! Why won't you save me Train? Why do you insist on following the path that witch led you on? Why Train?

I have scratched my arms and neck and face raw and given myself various bruises from the more and more frequent outbursts of agony and pain that your absence creates. I need you here train. I must have you here with me. I miss feeling your soft skin on my hands, your soft hair slipping through my fingertips, and the way your lips twitch into a semblance of a smile when you used to look at me. I need you in my arms Train! You believe that I can live here in this cell small enough to suffocate me until I waste away just thinking about you?

I know I will if you only ask, which is why I never did. I might be strong, I might not seem sensitive, but I have emotions and they are as easily hurt as yours. I was never strong enough to ask you Train, because the possibility of you actually wanting me to Rot was too heart wrenching for me to bear.

Sitting in this musky, dark, achingly silent cell I had an epiphany and I realized why I always felt the need to touch you, to watch you and even, no matter how strange this may sound, to ravish you. You are everything I wish I was and everything I desire. I love that about you. Yes Train, I, Creed Diskenth, am in love with the beautiful, notorious, black cat.

Forever to be yours,

Creed Diskenth