Just a little one-shot idea I had.
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Train Heartnet was many things.
He was a former assassin, for one, and currently a Sweeper. He was the Black Cat. He was incredibly good with a gun. He was funny, outgoing, and a bit careless (read: very careless). He was crazy and uncontrollable. Maybe, at some point, heartless, cruel, and uncaring.
Yes, Train Heartnet was many things.
But he wasn't a lovesick fool, or a wild romantic. He wasn't very descriptive and a horrible artist. He never stayed outside at night for more than an hour, dwelling on the past. He wasn't that kind of person.
Sven Vollfied knew all these things. But when Train began sitting outside, looking rather distant (to the point when he'd had to wave a hand in front of his face to get his attention), for hours on end, Sven began to worry for Train's mentality.
Call him paranoid. They were friends.
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Sven joined Train outside, sitting down across from him. Neither of them spoke for a while.
"Sven?"
"Hmm?"
"I was thinking…if home is where the heart is, where is mine?"
The question caught him off guard, but before he could answer, Train continued.
"Mine was with Saya. But she's dead. So where is mine?"
Sven found that he couldn't answer that question.
~oOo~
Rinslet Walker was dropping by for a visit to Eve and possibly Train.
"Hi," Train greeted absentmindedly.
Rinslet arched an eyebrow. "What, aren't you happy to see me?"
Train snorted faintly in amusement.
Rinslet poked him on the cheek. "Hello, Mr. Black Cat. Are you in there?"
"Hey, stop it." Train waved her hand away. "That hurts."
"Ha!" she said rather triumphantly. "That is the power of a woman!"
Train snickered quietly.
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Sorry about the abrupt ending. You can create your own ending.
YES TRAINSLET FOREVER.