Author's Note: I came up with three scenarios that were not linked in anyway and they were all one shots contained Eve, Train and splashes of Sven to add to the fluff. I didn't know if I should have put it separately, but I've read fandoms before when they just composed a whole heap of one shots into one document. So I said to my computer monitor, "You know, who cares if I'm a copycat? At least my stuff's good, right? Right…? Why won't you respond?"

Computer Monitor: …

Novalia: I don't know you anymore!

Computer Monitor: This crazy person who speaks to inanimate objects on a regular basis as a genetic default from her mother's side has allowed me to, on her behalf, declare to the world that she has never, and will never, own the…what did you call it? "Hotness" of Kuro-sama and all of his followers? …well, that can't be right… *reads handwriting again*

First Oneshot: Wicker.

The clouds threatened to open up above him and force him to drink something other than milk, but even the thunderous crackling behind the dark, ominous signs of bravado would not convince Train to retreat inside. He turned a deaf ear to his six years senior partner who gave up yelling at him, and he opened his golden eyes when he noticed Sven had stopped barking. Had he gone mute?

He closed his eyes and gulped down more of his cool, white treat, shifting his weight between Hades strapped on his thigh and his own weight on his back. Sven should lose his voice more often, Train thought evilly, smiling to himself. He jumped out of his skin when something small and cold went 'splat' on his bare hand. He sat up immediately, glancing around him and his free hand itching to snatch up his revolver's holster in the lighting quick reflexes he was trained in, before he glanced down at his hand were an innocent droplet of water stared back at him. Childishly, he looked up and thunder boomed, releasing the heavy shower.

Eve was seated in the kitchen when she heard a yowl and wondered if another cat was on the roof. Train swung inside hurriedly and bolted the window he had appeared through, hands trembling from the shock of cold rain. His dark brown hair was dripping and his clothes drenched despite having spent less than half a minute outside.

"Sven warned you," Eve said quietly from her position by the counter, an open book in front of her. "You should have listened."

"Don't rub it in, Princess," Train said irritably, purposely shaking off the excess water when he walked past her. She snatched up her book instantly and glared at the back of the grinning Train. He reappeared not too long after in dry long sleeved clothes and a towel over his head. When he passed Eve for the third time, he disturbed her from her reading session.

"Princess, where's Sven?"

The book snapped shut in her hands and Train winced. "If you had been listening," she seethed and Train stuck out his tongue in response. "you would have heard him when he said that he was going out to fish for some information, money and cigarettes."

"Are those his exact words?" Train asked curiously as he draped the white towel on his shoulders.

"Somewhat," she responded impassively and returned to her book.

Train was about to tease her further before a sudden peal of lightening flashed dangerously close and lit up the room in a startling flash. Eve fell from her stool from the shock and Train only lost his ground when the thunder kicked in immediately after: such a loud explosion of sounds that he was suddenly sure that the house was falling apart.

Their ears were still ringing minutes after the monotony of the rain followed as though nothing happened.

"Princess, you okay?" Train asked carefully, slowly opening his eyes. His slow recovery irritated him, though his eyes were bound to be more affected because of his above average eyesight.

"I'm fine," came a frazzled response, annoyed at the thought that Train thought she needed protection from something as simple as a thunderstorm.

"That was odd," Train sighed, blinking several times as his eyes adjusted to the room light. It was only then when he realized that the lights Eve had been using to read were off. He stood, experimentally switching the lights on and off, and did the same in several rooms.

"It's no use, Train," Eve finally told him before he considered checking the fuse box. "The electricity is gone. We might as well wait it out."

He huffed out a sigh and walked across to the kitchen. Eve's eyes trailed him slowly, squinting slightly, and he assumed that the room was darker to her than it was to him.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Getting the candles," he responded. "Despite being nicknamed 'Black Cat', honestly I hate the dark."

At this he lit a match at the white undecorated candle accepted the tiny flame that lengthened and wavered as the candle brightened the room in a soft orange glow. Train's irises reflected the light just like a real cat's, and they seemed to have this sort of internal glow to them. Eve turned her attention from him to the flame itself. It wore a halo of colours around it, and found herself unable to look away.

"Train," she called his attention as he disposed of the used match. "The candle has a rainbow."

He frowned, but looked. So it did: a circle of colours breathing with the flame that seemed to be of life, and sparkled with warmth.

"I've never noticed that before," he muttered, his voice easily carrying across the silent room. "Usually I'm just content with the light on; I didn't really care what it looks like."

"We take a lot of things for granted, as humans," Eve muttered and rested her cheek on her palm, staring at the fire.

Train stared at her for a moment. She was smiling and her eyes caught the light from the flame in such a way that the pigment of her irises seemed muted, but lit up her features at the same time. For once, she looked like a kid, and not a thirteen to fourteen year old bearing the pains of an adult before her time.

He grinned. "Princess, check this out," he said in a suddenly loud voice.

She overall looked untroubled when he began to brace himself, but her eyes visibly widened when he passed his hand through the orange flame. "Didn't that hurt?" she asked at once, and Train grinned. Finally, Eve was acting her age!

"Nope," he responded bluntly. He did it again, and again, and Eve grew so skeptical that she attempted it and ended up burning her finger. She pulled it back into her mouth with a mutter of irritation more towards the fire than the man who taunted her to do it.

He chuckled. "You kept your hand too long over the fire, Princess," he explained. "Just pass your hand over it. Here," he picked up her unhurt hand by the wrist and intertwined their fingers, crossing their palms over the fire at the same time. He felt her flinch but he kept his hold on her hand and grinned. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Eve, awed by the warmth of the flame, took her turn to lead their hands over the fire. She did it quickly enough, though Train felt the heat linger on his skin. He still hadn't let go when she did it several times, and finally, the long awaited expression Train had been waiting for… she laughed.

She actually laughed, like a giddy child exhilarated by a spinning top. And her laugh bounced, sort of, and it forced a genuine smile on Train's face as well. Feeling warmth from more than just the fire before him he awkwardly let go of Eve's hand and turned away, rummaging the drawers for something.

Eve tilted her head to peek. "What are you doing now?"

He turned around, holding something small between his thumb and index finger.

"A matchbox?" Eve asked, unimpressed.

"Not just any matchbox," he shook it. "An empty matchbox."

Eve's cheek slumped into her palm as that look of apathy returned again. "Thrilling," she said sarcastically.

"Wait until you see this, then," he tore the outer section of the box along its creases and dropped one onto the flame. Instantly, the room dimmed.

"Train, what did you just-!"

She was cut short when he pointed to the candle. She stared. The blue underlines of the flames itself was flowing like a water pigmented green beneath the plastic card, exploring it carefully before eating away at its edges and flaming up suddenly, growing in radiance and heat as it blazed with new energy.

"What doesn't smother you, makes you stronger," Train said with a shrug. He tossed another smaller piece in and the pair watched as a less impacting result occurred.

"It looks like two flames now," Eve noticed, that childishness returning to her face. Sure enough, the two pieces of card in a formation 'X' attracted two flames on either side, and the entire thing turned black.

"What happens if you put the whole box?" Eve asked him suddenly.

Train started. She was staring at the fire but the question was undoubtedly directed at him, and for once he found his mind blank. "I'm not sure," he responded and looked at what remained of the tiny matchbox before tossing it into the fire.

They expected the flames to grow to two feet and crackle with glee with new food, or simmer down to nothing more than a spark and then explode into an array of colours. In reality, the fire died down and stayed down.

"That was anti-climatic," Train muttered as they were enveloped in darkness.

He heard Eve slump in her impassive position again. "What doesn't smother you, you eventually die from later," she muttered irritably.

"Don't worry, I'll just find the matches…" he turned around and stopped dead, suddenly noticing something. Although his eyes were sharp and recovered quickly enough from the light, it was clear to say that Train couldn't see a thing. The only light left that came from the room was from the embers on the candle, and those were dying fast.

He cursed under his breath.

"You can't find it?" Eve asked, alarmed. Obviously she assumed the same thing that he did: that he would have been able to see where he was going. They were obviously both dead wrong.

"I can't find my own feet," Train admitted, wiggling his toes to make sure that they were still there.

"I think there was a lighter in Sven's room," Eve said. "I'll go see if I can find it, since we're both equally blind anyway."

He heard her shrug off of her seat and panicked slightly. "Hey, Princess, it'd be best if you don't move…!"

In his attempt to cut in front of her to Sven's room he stumbled over her instead, and the curtain ripped as they topped to the floor too close to a nearby wall.

"Ouch," Eve muttered.

"Sven's not going to be happy about that curtain," Train said with a grin and tossed the torn fabric aside. They were lying down in a square of light and they both looked at the window that displayed the nightlife. The clouds spread out to allow the full moon to be seen as clear as day, and the stars, as dim as silver embers like those dying on the candle in the kitchen twinkled softly behind a curtain of water vapor and dust particles.

"Train, you're heavy," Eve suddenly said, her voice husky as she struggled beneath his weight.

"Huh? Oh," he eased up, kneeling over her and bracing himself on his elbows, and when he looked he noticed her face was flushed with colour. Her hair looked messy strewn out on the carpet, and her eyes shocked once they locked with his which, he assumed, looked blue tinted because of his angle relative to the pale silver light.

He chuckled. "What's the matter, Princess, you look shell shocked."

She fumed. "I was knocked down by a man twice my size," she retaliated. "Shouldn't I be?"

"Yeah," he agreed softly and idly played with a few strands of her hair. She watched him in confusion, and eventually lightly pushed him away. "Should we try to find Sven's lighter?" she asked.

Train looked around at the pitch black room.

"Why? We've already got all the light we need right here." He set himself on his back and put his hands behind his head, staring at the moonlight. Eve set up a similar position beside him, her hands folded across her waist. She felt a hand lightly tugging at her hair and he didn't push her away this time. Just like a cat, he was bond to get his way, but she felt he was going too far when he shifted closer and…

When Sven came home, the room was in darkness. "Eve?" he called, dropping his groceries and flipping on the switch to the main room. "Sorry I'm late." He glanced around, "everyone's gone to bed already?"

He walked through the kitchen curiously staring at a misused candle with black tainted wax running down its sides. "Train, what did you do to the…"

He froze when he saw the two on the floor, Eve being cradled by a dead sleeping Train, and she looked as though she were waking up from Sven's arrival.

Sven's voice vibrated through the whole city in one breath as he called out the only possible name he'd ever call out in such a manner.


I liked it best when Sven found them. I always like those interrupting moments.

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