Train and Saya belong to Kentaro Yabuki.
If they were mine, they'd be married with mini-assasins
Enjoy!!
He paused, 'Was that…?' the question unanswered. Train continued walking, his mind hazy. His thoughts jumbled and chaotic. "Saya." he spoke her name reverently, as one would of a saint.
She had saved him, but even will all his training he had been unprepared to save her. Train turned down the corner and he say it again. A flash of pink yukata, the swish of brown hair, much longer than his memories. Memories of a lifetime ago - Five years to the date, when she was taken from him.
He halted, his body frozen mid-step. His mind accelerated, flashing quickly through every picture his mind could conjure of her. It was…it had to be.
Train ran back the way he came, no sign of her or the infamous yukata. He turned, this was the store she had come out of, he studied it's façade. It window displayed lemonades and cakes, 'Why would she be here? Why now after so long?'.
On its glassy surface, he saw it. A colorful burst of letters on a plain piece of paper- "FIREWORK FESTIVAL - TOMORROW NIGHT AT 9:00PM."
Train ripped the paper of the window, not stopping to hear the shouts of the guy putting them up. He raced to his home. Heaven had given him one chance. He had lost her once, he wouldn't lose her again.
Inside the store, a young woman with blonde hair, sat drinking lemonade watching the spectacle intently. "Do you think, she will remember him?" she mused out loud, gazing at the green-haired man beside her.
"I suppose, otherwise fate is very cruel." he replied, bringing his cup to his lips.
"We must go to the festival, we must make sure nothing happens this time." the girl stood up, leaving some currency on the table. "But, we haven't eaten, yet. I'm starving!!" the man wailed.
The girl rolled her eyes, "We must catch our next bounty, before we can eat. Even without Train, you are a serious waste on our expenses." the guy bowed his head shamefully. "Fine, we'll go to your stupid festival." he muttered.
She rose on her tippy toes, and kissed the corner his mouth lightly. He sputtered as he was dragged out of the lemonade shop. They kept a close eye on the girl in the kimono. Once she was home safely, they took turns watching over her.
As his friends, they would make sure that Train would meet her. Train would finally have some happiness if she had anything to say about it. The green haired man hugged the blonde girl to him. He knew what it was to stumble your way to love.
Miles away Train sat on a roof, drinking milk. He could almost see Saya, standing there next to him.
Laughing at him, telling him he needed to brighten up.
Tomorrow night that fantasy would come true.