Author's Note: This is my first fanfic. Rate and Review! I would love to hear from the people who are reading this. (However, I do own Hayden Desna since I made her up.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Black Cat.

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Train Heartnet, also known as the legendary Chronos assassin Black Cat, was dreaming about his recently deceased best friend, Saya Minatsuki. Ever since he had seen Saya on the rooftop on that seemingly fateful night, he had thought of her as his friend. After all, she was his first friend.

"Saya!" Train muttered in his sleep.

"Train?" It was Sven Vollfied, Train's partner. Sven and Train had been partners ever since Train had become a sweeper, which had been seven months ago. Sven kept shaking Train until Train's yellow-gold eyes opened slightly.

"What is it, Sven?" He mumbled.

"You were talking in your sleep."

"I was?"

"Yes, you were." At that remark, Train groaned and fell back asleep again. The last thought that crossed his mind was that Saya, wherever she was, was still alive.

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"Train, please forget about me."

"Forget about you? What do you mean?"

"Stop living in the past, Train. Live in the present. Live as a sweeper."

"Can I think about you or would you count that as living in the past?"

"You can think about me all you want, Train," Saya laughed. "Why would I count that as living in the past?"

"I don't know."

"I wouldn't count that as living in the past."

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Train was happy at the sound of hearing Saya's voice in his dream. The left side of his mind screamed at him, "You idiot! Stop thinking about Saya! She's dead and she's not coming back!" The right side of his brain said, "Saya's still out there. I just have to find her."

I just have to find her. Those words echoed in Train's head for the rest of the night. He didn't know why, but those words seemed to hold some importance.

Train woke up a few hours later. He went downstairs to find that Sven had fixed breakfast and that Rinslet had went to another town. "She never stays with us for long," he muttered as he picked up a piece of toast with his fork and began to eat it. He glanced at the newspaper that Sven was reading before seeing the title, 'Murdered Girl Brought Back from the Dead.'

"Let me see that!" Train just about tore the newspaper from Sven's hands and read it slowly.

"Hey!" Sven said angrily. "You made me lose my page!"

"Listen to this," Train said. He began reading the article aloud. "It says that a girl that was killed by Creed Diskenth six months ago is now alive."

Is that you, Saya? Please let it be you. I can't stop thinking about you, and I want to see you again, he thought. After nearly throwing down his breakfast, he showered and dressed in less than thirty minutes.

"I'm going to see who that girl is," he said.

"Train, wait. Was that Saya girl your girlfriend or something?" Sven asked.

"No. We were friends."

"Is she the girl that's in the article?"

"I don't know."

"Can I come with you?" Eve asked. She put down her book, which Train noticed was about ghost hunting, momentarily.

"Why are you reading about ghost hunting, Princess?" he asked.

"If that girl is a ghost, we can search for her."

"I don't think that she's a ghost."

Eve picked up the newspaper that was lying on the table and studied the girl's picture for a few seconds before speaking. "She looks like a ghost to me."

"Well, like I said before, she's probably not a ghost," Train said, slightly offended that Eve called the girl a ghost.

"I'm bringing the book along anyway," Eve said.

"Do you know where this girl is?" Sven asked. "What if she's a fugitive?"

"She's probably not a fugitive." The answer automatically came out of Train's mouth.

"Relax, Train. I was only wondering," Sven said calmly.

That doesn't sound like wondering to me, Train thought irritably.

"It says that she comes out at night," Eve said. "She sings a song on a rooftop and then sits there, as if waiting she's for something."

She might be waiting for someone, Train thought. "Let's wait, then," he said as he made his way toward his seat. "We'll go out and search for her at night."

"That sounds good to me. Let's go catch a person who's on the bounty list while we're waiting," Sven said.

"Okay. Who are we going after?"

"She's called Hayden Desna. She's rumored to be on the loose somewhere in Desburg."

The streets of Desburg were crowded with people, so it was hard to find Hayden.

"What does she look like?" Train asked as they rounded the corner.

"She has long and curly blonde hair, deep purple eyes, and she's about twenty-ish or so. She's 5'3'' and she's skilled in using knives as weapons. She also kills criminals illegally. She claims that she wants to make the world a better place. It's a load of crap to me."

"A knife fight is just what we need," Train said sarcastically.

"I smell blood in the air," Eve said.

"Where is it coming from, Princess?" Train asked.

"Follow me," Eve said as she took off running. Train and Sven followed, not knowing where they were going and what they were doing. They just had to hope that Eve was leading them toward Hayden Desna.