Author: Aomori Miki PM
Train, Sven, Rinslet and Eve have been working together for about two years. Things have started to improve - Train has finally let go of Saya's death, Sven and Rinslet are an item and they're living a comfortable life. But things get complicated for Train when he realizes he has feelings for Eve that go beyond friendship... So should he hide his affection for her, or be true?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Eve & Train H. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 11,414 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 01-30-13 - Published: 07-15-12 - id: 8324198
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It was about five o'clock when Train woke up in a cold sweat. He'd had the nightmare again. Wiping his furrowed brow, Train quickly padded over to Sven's room. The lime-haired thirty-year-old was fast asleep, snoring lightly with his signature hat pulled over his face, like always. Train let out a sigh of relief and moved onto the next room. He paused with his hand on the dark brass doorknob. He knew this door would unavoidably creak, so he took a chance and opened it as quickly as the rusty hinges would allow.
Screeech! Wincing at the sudden sound, Train paused in the doorway to see if the noise had woken the girl in the room. Exhaling silently, Train ran his fingers through his auburn-colored hair. How silly of him to think that the nightmare had been true! Walking lightly on the vanilla white carpet, he made his way over to the bed.
Ah, Eve. The very definition of perfection. Her hair was a pale blonde in the darkness, but yet it still shone like a faraway star in the inky blackness of the room. Her hair fell perfectly around her oval face, and her cheeks were a cherubic pink, even in sleep. With eyelashes naturally thick and long, and her lips full and plump, she was positively gorgeous at age fourteen. Of course, Train would never tell her that. He liked her more than she thought. Mesmerized, Train couldn't tear himself away from her even when her eyes fluttered open.
"Train? What are you doing here?" Eve asked. Frowning, she pulled herself up to her elbows and rubbed her eyes. Looking into his eyes, she sighed, apparently having come to a conclusion.
"Was it the nightmare again?" she whispered. Train nodded mutely. Without a word, Eve lay back down and patted the other side of the bed. Train jumped over her and landed without a sound. Eve giggled and hugged him close. Train heard her angelic voice against his chest, muffled against his black, low-cut T-shirt.
"I swear, Train, one of these days you'll faceplant on the floor!" Train laughed and shook his head. Eve looked up and gave him a disapproving glance before raising her arms over her head and sinking into her pillow. She rolled over to face him.
"Hey, don't worry! I'm Black Cat, remember? Mrow!" Train swatted her playfully on the arm. Eve rolled away, laughing, but Train caught her and pulled her over gently towards him. Eve looked up at him, blinked once and smiled. Train grinned and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Eve fell asleep, there in his arms. Unconsciously, she snuggled towards him and Train was courageous enough to kiss her, softly and sweetly, on the forehead. Gazing down at Eve, Train thought, Someday, it will be more than that. Someday it will be with another kind of love…