My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Seventy-Two: Train Heartnet

Train Heartnet, a male skilled in his trade, of killing that is. His nickname 'Black Cat' suited him well, for his bullet never missed and he was hardly ever seen. On special occasions he would be called to assassinate someone, unfortunately, those times were rare. Most of his nights were spent out on the streets, staring at the sky, drinking milk alone. There wasn't much to do if he wasn't out on a job. 

There was a tattoo of thirteen in roman numerals on his chest, right underneath his collar bone. With all of his low cut shirts, it was clearly visible, a warning to anyone who saw him. Train wore all black to serve as yet another warning, that he was nothing but bad luck to all who came near.

He was a part of The Basement, but somehow, no one really felt he truly belonged there. He was more of a legend.

There was only one other person like that and Train hadn't seen him in such a long time.

Yes.

Phantom.

The nickname given to another killer, who Train felt might even be better at killing than him. The very killer that had given him his own nickname 'Black Cat.'

The wind blew through his hair, as he lay with his eyes closed. Train listened to the life of the night, as he did most days. The cars driving past him, the moon shining on him, the stray cat that would sometimes purr next to him at times. A black cat, just like himself. He never named the cat but enjoyed his company nonetheless. 

Footsteps approached him, his favorite spot was a rooftop, it was odd for another person to be here. Train moved his hand towards his inside coat pocket, wrapping his hand around his trusty gun, also engraved with the roman numerals. He didn't open his eyes and continued to listen.

"No need to be alarmed," a male's voice spoke, "it has been a while but I didn't think you'd get that scared. You really are a kitty aren't you?" the voice laughed. Train opened his eyes and smiled widely, happy to see this beauty-marked man again.

"Phantom!" he jumped up from his spot on the roof and hugged him tightly. He was young enough to be Phantom's son and had always secretly wished he was. The stray cat rubbed up against Phantom's leg, welcoming him since Train had.

"What brings you here?" he asked. Train looked up at him, confused now, remembering this man had left The Basement long ago. There shouldn't be any reason for the two to meet again, "did something happen?"

Phantom patted Train's head, smiling down at him, "you're the only one I trust to help me with missions like these. Perhaps it is because you are so good at what you do, or maybe because I just wanted to see you again? I am not sure about the reasoning but...in any case...there is someone I need to destroy. Will you help me?" he asked. Train nodded without a second thought, blushing at the idea that he was the one Phantom would call on for help. He was proud of himself, for being someone Phantom held dear, even if only in a small sense.

Over the next few days the two went over their plan, it was simple enough that they should pull it off with no problem. When Train had realized that Phantom's son was in danger, he was nearly as furious as Phantom himself. What kind of despicable person would do that to such a wonderful man? It disgusted him greatly, there was no qualms with him over this assassination.

The home of the person was a big one, nothing Train wasn't used to already. He had killed many a politician in the past, many a rich soul, this was no different. From what he had heard from Phantom, this man deserved more than the peaceful death he was about to be given. Train was only further convinced that Phantom must be a saint, for even when furious his method of killing was too kind.

Train's part in this plan was to find the boy, save him, and escape before the building burned down. If he met any servants or things along the way, he would warn them to leave as well. If the servants refused and wished to stay instead of flee, Train would shoot, kill, and continue along.

Finding the room where the boy was being kept had been a lot harder than expected. Surely, with those threats of death, the boy wouldn't be living peacefully here. What was going on exactly? Was Phantom lying? Or was the kidnapping somehow a bit different than what Phantom was told? Train didn't care either way, believing that if Phantom was lying, it would be for a good reason. Train loved Phantom and didn't care if he was being used in the slightest.

Kicking open door by door, Train found him. The boy lay sleeping, soundly, quietly, in the night. His face looked exactly the same as Phantom's. There was no doubt they were father and son. The boy woke as soon as Train attempted to pick him up out of his bed, no surprise there.

"What're you doing here?" the boy asked, sleepily, unphased by the strangeness of this.

"I'm here to save you," he said.

"Save me from what?" the boy's eyes widened upon realizing this person wasn't someone that he knew. The boy tried to back away and escape, but Train just picked him up. Squirming on Train's shoulder, hitting his back, he yelled.

"Shush, I'm here to rescue you."

"Rescue me from what?! I don't need rescuing! Don't just barge in someone's home like the stranger you are and say weird things! What is going on?!" he questioned, one question after the other. Train sighed, what exactly was this boy saying? His 'home'? Had they altered his memory somehow?

A scream filled the large house. Train thought it must have been the boy's mother upon seeing Phantom. Screaming, so typical of people that didn't accept their fate. Who exactly was going to help her? Certainly not Train. 

"What was that? Let me down! Now! I need to go to her! I need to help her! I need to see what was wrong!" Train, realizing this kid wasn't going to make anything easy for him, placed him on the ground, watching him run away, Train ran after him.

"Why are you coming too?!" the boy asked albeit annoyed.

"My job is to protect you so I'm going to follow you," Train answered. The boy shrugged and continued to run towards the scream.

A/N: Okay, so, uhm, I have managed to include another character that none of you probably know (but that is okay I guess because it doesn't really matter who he is T-T) I love the anime/manga Black Cat tho and I really suggest it because...uhm..ahem...TRAIN IS SO KICKBUTT AND ADORABLE BRUH (also I'm a cat obsessed moron so I squeal at any reference to the animal)

*conveniently ignores the fact that I haven't been updating a lot recently*