- Created By MiseryCalls
~_+_~I need you~_+_~ Train Heartnet One Shot
"Train!" The girl with the long blue hair cried, as she was tackled to the couch by the teen. "Get off!" She cried again, covering her face with her arms. Train laughed, sitting on the girls waist.
"C'mon Kyliea." He smirked, still sitting on her. She growled, a deep, wolf like snarl from deep in her throat. Train simply rolled his eyes, before hopping off the girl in one quick movement. She glared at him, sitting up onto her rear.
"Dammit Train." The wolf like girl growled again.
"Aww, c'mon Shadow." he said, smiling. Everyone knew her as Shadow. While Train was 'Black Cat', Kyliea was 'Shadow'. She was never seen when she didn't want to be. And if anyone DID see her, they never saw her face. Not because she had a mask, but because all the could see was something like a blur, considering she was quick, elusive. The most anyone ever saw of her was light blue, the color of her hair.
"Shaaadooow...." he purred, slipping closer to her. He would 'play' with her like this, quite often. She blushed, looking away. "You wanna have some, 'fun'?" he murmured, slipping back on top of her, pressing her back flat against the couch.
"T-Train...." she gasped, trying to push him off. Train smirked, his lips inching closer to hers, Kyliea's heart thudding in her chest. He'd never done this before. His lips were mere centimetres away from hers, chest pressed tightly against her own. His legs slowly began to slide out from under him, lowering his body closer to hers with every passing second. Right before he was about to press his lips to the vulnerable girl lying beneath him, Sven opened the door, mouth opened, poised to speak.
".........Train......" He groaned, rolling his eyes. "Get off her." He muttered, shaking his head sadly. Train pouted, looking over to Sven, sitting up and crossing his arms.
"C'mon, Sven. I'm having fun." Train grumbled, still on Kyliea, still pouting. Sven shook his head again.
"C'mon, hurry up and get over here, both of ya." He said, waving a paper at the two of them. Immediately, Kyliea shot up. A hit. God knows they needed the money. Quickly, Train hopped off of her, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to her feet. Kyliea reached out, and snatched the paper from Sven's hand.
"$30,000?!?!" she cried, looking at the reward before anything else. Sven smirked, nodding. Reading the rest, Kyliea learned that his name was Adrian Kyro, aged 32, and had been on the run for almost 3 years, evading the police everytime they cornered him. He last was seen in the city they were in now. Kyliea smirked, knowing that, if anything, Train could definitely catch this man. She heard Train's 'heh', from over her right shoulder.
"This should be easy." he laughed, grabbing the paper, then folding it and sticking it in his pocket. "Shall we get going then, m'lady?" he snickered, bowing to Kyliea, holding out his hand. Kyliea laughed, motioning to Sven with her right hand.
"Isn't that his thing?" She giggled as Sven rolled his eyes, Train taking her hand gently, pressing his lips to it once, twice, three times, before holding it tightly in his own. This is what she loved about him, he wasn't afraid of anything. He was so playfull, easy going, so laid-back. She knew he meant nothing when he kissed her hand, when he 'played' with her, but she loved that she was the only girl he ever shared this kind of friendly relationship with. Kyliea had grown up with Sven for as long as she knew. He was the one who had found her as a teenager, shivering, wet, cold, and starved half to death on the side of the road. Later, when he joined up with Train, the two teens became instant friends, and she found herself trapped in the world of Bounty Hunters, or, as they called themselves, Sweepers. Enjoying the action, and all the fun, she became one herself, and now loved the thrill, the intensity, and the dangerous lifestyle of being a Sweeper.
It also had its perks. Lot's of guys were all over her, she could easily dress up as someone else, if they were to trick a particularly 'difficult' target. The biggest perk, though, was getting to live with Train. Sven was pretty cool too, but she thought of him more as an older brother. Train, however, she had fallen helplessley in love with, and could'nt seem to free herself from the strings that were tied around her, and wrapped around his fingers. Together, Sven and Train were pretty hilarious, and the nights were never dull. Laughter could always be heard coming from their rooms, late at night, as the sat, both poking fun at Sven. Like the time they risked 20 grand just because Train wanted to try some onion buns. Except for the fact that the target died, it was worth the trip. Those onion buns were actually great!
"Quit screwing around you two. Let's go." Sven snapped.
"Hai!" The two teens shouted, Kyliea laughing as Train dragged her to the car.
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Kyliea limped towards the man lying on the ground. "Bastard!" she gasped, the blood soaking her cargo pants, from the knife wound on her lower left leg. "I should kill you right now!" she spat, eyes alit with hatred. "But I won't, you lucky piece of trash." she growled, pupils dilating as her anger surged inside her. "Alright, you're coming with me...Adrian." she growled again, pointing a blade at his throat. "Get up. Try anything, and I'll kill you, I swear to god, the money is the last thing on my mind. This pain is driving me insane." she snarled, the tip pricking against Adrian Kyro's neck. The sandy haired man rose shakily to his feet. Kyliea looked over to Train, who was smirking, standing just to the side of the fight.
"Nice job, Kiki." he grinned, clapping his hands. "3 years of this has really paid off, eh?" he laughed, stepping beside her. Kyliea smirked, and motioned for the man to turn around.
"3 years on the job....it really does pay off after a while." she smirked, nudging Adrian's leg with the toe of her boot, watching as he moved forwards. She kept in time with his pace, keeping the knife a safe distance from his neck as she limped after him. Train's eyes flickered with pain as he looked down to her leg, watching the two open flaps fluttering slightly against her leg in the breeze, the deep, red gash visible between the torn material. She sighed, and he forced his eyes to take on their normal happy-go-lucky stare, as she turned her head slightly to look at him. "It's been...pretty fun actually. The thrill, the intensity of being a
Sweeper. I would'nt change it. Getting to be around you every day is a plus too." she murmured, blushing and looking away.
Train's heart thudded in his chest, his face taking on a light pinkish hue. He rubbed the back of his head, yellow eyes looking down, away from her face, only to have them focus on her bare arms, black tanktop, tight black pants showing the toned legs, the two guns strapped to her hips, bulky combat boots buckled up tightly with the dark purple straps. Now and then she would wear a tight, small tanktop, or some other shirt, and a short, tight skirt, with knee high leather boots, if they had to 'attract', or lure a target to them, but this was her main outfit, along with a loose, black jacket she wore during the night, or on particularly cool days.
"Get moving." She growled, after they walked in silence for a few minutes. With a nudge of her foot, the man stumbled forwards, shaking as he fell to his knees at Sven's feet. Normally, Kyliea was a really sweet, fun, laid back kinda girl. But when the instincts of a Sweeper took over, she became cruel, bitchy, even cold hearted at times. The man's eyes widened in fear when she didn't put the knife back into the strap on her left thigh, but instead pointed it at him again. "Just do what he tells you, so I won't have a reason to plunge this into your heart." She growled, holding the knife inches away from his face. He shook, scrambled backwards, and crashed into Train's legs. He gasped, looked up into Train's yellow eyes, shivered, and backed away, only to crash into Sven's legs.
Kyliea couldn't help but laugh at this man. Such a fighter's air, so cocky when you first met him, but, after the man saw what TRUE strength really was, he became as scared as a cornered mouse. She wondered what Train was thinking, as he stared, small smile on his face, arms crossed, looking at the man scurrying around, eyes wide. Train's smile widened into a smirk, one sharp tooth showing in his grin. Subconcsiously, Kyliea ran a tongue over her own 4 sharp, canine like teeth. With a smile, she and Train caught eachothers eye, met the gaze. Who ever said cats and dogs don't get along? The two teens were best friends.
"We gonna take him in or what?" Kyliea snapped impatiently, glaring at Sven. Sven nodded, grabbing the guys arms. With a smirk, Kyliea put away her blade, and followed Sven and Train.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kyliea yawned, rubbing the moisture out of her eyes as she sat on the couch. "Damn bastard." she muttered, looking down at her bare legs, the bandages wrapped tightly around her lower left leg, where the knife had sliced her skin. Her short, loose shorts were black, hanging loosely around her hips, and the tight, light blue satin tank top was soft, smooth against her skin. These were her pyjamas. Her necklace hung right below the hollow of her neck, a black rose. Train had gotten it for her 16th birthday. She had'nt taken it off since. The petals were lined with diamonds. Kyliea refused to take it at first, but, after his arms encircled her waist, trying to restrain her long enough to clasp the necklace around her, she blushed, immediately surrendering to the warm feel of his arms.
The cold necklace glinted in the dim light of the room she shared with Train, a bed on either side of the room. Sven took the smaller room, demanding that he got his own room to sleep in. No way was he sleeping in the same room with a, 'hyper-active, crazy, demonic cat.' Kyliea had snickered at this, then remembered she was basically the same thing, only, you had to swap the word cat, with wolf. With a small smile gracing her face, the first soft, genuine smile since she took up the duty of a Sweeper, she raised her hand to gently finger the cool stone, fingers running gently over the diamonds. She had asked just how much he had spent on it, and he refused to tell her, which is why she did'nt want to wear it at first.
She looked up at the soft click of the door, and blushed as Train walked in, for the first time ever, in nothing but a pair of black boxers. "H-Hey..."she murmured, letting her hand slip down to the black, silk blanket. The blush was still on her cheeks. Train smirked, slowly crossing the room. She looked up, confusion clouding her eyes. "T-Train, what?" she murmured, as he slowly came to a stop before her.
"We started something a few days ago, something you seemed rather...excited, about." he murmured, placing his hands on either side of her, hovering above the blue haired girl. "I want to finish it." he whispered, bringing his lips closer to hers. Her heart hammered in her chest, heat creeping up her neck.
"T-Train..." She stammered, looking into his half lidded yellow eyes.
"Hmm...?" he replied, lips brushing gently over hers. Her eyes began to close, as well as his. Slowly, he began to push her back, until she was laying flat on the couch. He brought his legs up, knees on either side of her, one hand gripping her hip tightly, the other beside her head on the couch. He brought his lips slowly to hers, until they met softly. Her eyes immediately shut, as well as his, blocking her blushing face from view. With a soft sigh, she brought her arms up, wrapping them tightly around his neck, trying to pull him closer. Responding fiercely, Train slipped his legs out from behind him, until he was laying flat on top of her. Pressing down harder with his lips, he tried not to groan in pleasure as her fingers laced themselves in his hair.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he pulled her up, and off the couch, looking for the bed. Her back hit the wall, and she gasped. Seeing his chance, Train slipped his tongue between her parted lips, causing the blue haired girl in his arms to gasp again, as his tongue rolled around in her mouth. She could'nt help it, once his tongue rubbed against her affectionately. She moaned. "Train!" she gasped, pulling away suddenly. He smirked, bringing his lips down to her exposed neck, tracing his way down to her collar bone. Her fingers tightened their grip on his hair, and he groaned softly, pressing closer against her. His lips softly made their way around that area, until they hit her weak spot, and she gasped loudly.
"Good thing Sven's not home." Train grunted against her skin. Kyliea nodded breathlessley, eyes shut slightly. Train smirked against her neck, teeth, tongue and lips continuing to work against the spot that drove her crazy. She moaned, shirt slipping up to her mid stomach. Train let his hand slip down to the new exposed area, fingers dancing over her skin, drawing a pleasant shiver from her body. His other hand reached up, behind her head, pulling her hair out of the ponytail she had it in. She groaned heavily, pulling him closer to her as she tightened her grip with her legs. Trains fingers traced down her flat stomach, making her shiver pleasantly. Cold hands pressed against her back, and she arched into him, the hands moving with her body, the cold touch still against her bare back. Suddenly, the hands were gone, the lips away from her neck. She opened her eyes in confusion, then blushed quickly as Train suddenly threw her on the bed (GENTLY) and crawled on top of her, fingers tracing her sides, finding the bottom of her shirt as he did so. His fingers grasped it tightly, pulling it over her head slowly.
He lowered his head, pressing his lips to her bare stomach, before sliding back up her body, pressing his lips roughly to hers again. She blushed, wrapping her arms around him as he reached for her shorts. They never slept untill almost 2am, right around the time Sven came home.
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