Chapter 1

The blonde walked out of the school, her nose buried in a thick book and her pink-ruby eyes scanning the pages with rapt attention. She looked up occasionally, to make sure she was going the right way, but over all gave herself fully to the book. She wore a knee length plaid and pleat skirt and a white blouse and tie. A backpack rested on her shoulders weighing her down slightly as she walked to the hideout.

She wasn't exactly a border, but she attended school on her segregate father's wishes, but she'd rather be going after criminals with him and his partner. They sent tuition money and allowance on a monthly basis. Enough for her to get by and be able to buy her own things as well; the library at the house had grown since the beginning of the school year because of the spending money she received. She was checked up on weekly by a friend who owned a bar in the middle of the city.

She turned the corner and found herself at the house she was looking for. Marking her place in the book, she entered the gates and jogged up to the door.

Opening it, she entered the house, closed the door, locked it, took off her shoes, and headed to the sitting room. Once there, she dumped her things onto the couch, sat down and grabbed her homework, getting to work on the numerous worksheets and passages she was supposed to work on for the next day.

The door clicked open. She pricked her ears and held her breath, wondering who was breaking into her home. The nanomachines built inside of her body crackled as she turned her hand into a small pistol, extending her pointer finger, middle finger, and thumb away from her palm. Gently shifting her workload off of her and standing, she tiptoed towards the hallway, her free hand holding her wrist upward.

It couldn't be Annette, she thought. Annette came by yesterday. Peaking into the hallway, she growled.

"TRAIN!!" she shouted. Her father's partner pouted when he saw her.

"I was hoping you'd attack me, Princess."

"Fine then," she growled, aiming her gun at him. Firing two shots, Train deflected them with his gun, Hades.

POW

Train fell to the ground, clutching his head. Standing above him was Sven Volfied, the girl's segregate father.

"How've you been, Eve?" he asked.

"Good," she answered, transforming her gun back into a hand. "I didn't know you guys were coming."

"We called as soon as we entered the city," Sven explained.

"I haven't checked my messages today," Eve answered, heading over to the phone and pressing the answering machine's button.

"Monday, 10:36 AM," the machine said. Sven's voice echoed from the black box: "Hey, Eve. We're heading to check up on you. Hope all is well."

Eve felt a tad sheepish, but she never checked messages until dinner. Though a tad embarrassed, she hid it under a stony face.

"So," she said, turning to them. "What do you guys want for dinner?"

"Ooh! Let's go out! It's been a while since I've had some nice sea food!" BONK! "Sven!" he whined from the floor.

"We'll eat here," Sven said to them, well…more to Train than to Eve. "I'll make dinner."

"Are you sure?" Eve stated.

"Yeah, Princess, we can't deny Sven's authority of the kitchen," Train said, sitting cross-legged on the floor with two noticeable bumps growing on his head.

"Train," Sven said, glancing over his shoulder. "Shut up."

"Fine," Train pouted. Sven entered the kitchen, leaving Train and Eve in the hallway. Eve studied Train for a moment, and was glad to see that he didn't change much. His hair was still brown and spiky, his golden catlike eyes seemed happy, and his lips were curled into a half-smile. His smile faltered and he turned to Eve.

"What?"

"Well," Eve stated, turning to go back into the sitting room. "I have homework."

She bit her lip, trying to hide her embarrassment at seeing him again. Train was, in his own cocky way, quite handsome.

And Eve wasn't going to admit that she had been in love with him for quite some time…at least not yet. She sat on the couch and returned to her homework. She paid no attention to Train, who was skimming her text books. He fell asleep after a few minutes anyway.

After an hour, Eve finally began to pack her books away and Sven called them into the kitchen. Train woke instantly and followed Eve, as awake as if he never fell asleep. Eve kept her face stoic to keep herself from laughing at him.

They sat at the newly set table and began to eat Sven's culinary artwork. "How's everything been?" Sven asked.

"Good."

"Are you sure?"

"Well," Eve said, swallowing. "I haven't called Train to beg him for help like last time, right?"

Train snickered and began to cough. Hitting his chest, he re-swallowed the food. "Big piece of chicken," he said. Sven and Eve sweat-dropped at this and turned to their conversation.

"Well, you have a point there," Sven said, ignoring Train. "You've grown up a bit: living at home, going to school—speaking of which, how're your grades?"

Eve smiled. "Do you even have to ask?"

"Stupid question," Sven said, drinking his water.

"That it was," Eve laughed. "But even though I'm alright living here alone now, I still wish I could go with you guys more often."

"Not until you graduate High School," Sven stated. "I know you don't like it very much—"

"That's an understatement," Eve muttered. Only Train seemed to hear her: he blinked and stared at her forlorn face.

"—but until then, you need to stay here and earn your High School diploma. Then you can travel with us again."

"But isn't that what you want, not what Eve wants?" Train asked, leaning on his arm, staring at Sven. "We never had a problem with Eve traveling with us before."

"She's growing up, Train," Sven growled. "And you know it. And we talked about it already."

"I know, I know," Train said, holding up his hands. The debate ended then and there. Train shrugged at Eve. I tried, he seemed to say. Eve sighed and they turned to different topics of discussion. Dinner commenced and Train was left to do the dishes as Eve cleared the table, since she had nothing to do. Once done, she went to her room and flopped onto her bed.

Of all the rotten luck, she thought. Just when I've gotten used to not being with them, they have to come back and check on me.

Tears flooded her eyes and she buried her head into her pillow. She didn't exactly hate school, she just felt unchallenged. No one seemed to like her that much either. She tried to be friendly, but the guys were worse than Train and the girls were unintelligent and acted too much like Rinslet for comfort. Not that she didn't like Rinslet; it was just too much for one time and she had to repeat being with them on a daily basis.

When her tears were spent, she went to take a bath and get ready for bed.

Once dressed, she combed her hair and brushed her teeth. She exited the bathroom and walked back to her room. There, at least, she could be in peace.

Knock, knock.

Eve paused and turned towards the hallway stiffly. The last time she was home alone and someone knocked on the door, it was an Apostle of the Stars who ended up filling her up with lead and landing her in an underground hospital.

So no one could blame her for being weary. Biting her lip, Eve gathered the courage to go to the door.

Opening it, she was attacked: a sack was pulled over her head and she was hoisted onto strong, sturdy shoulders and carried away from the house. She couldn't move her hands so she couldn't transform. She scurried through her brain, trying to think of what to do.

"You got her?" A masculine voice asked.

"Yeah," another voice, gruffer, answered. "She's cute like you said."

Spikes! Even thought and her hair became like steal, ripping the sack. The man dropped her and she transformed her hand into a dagger.

"Who are you?" she shouted.

"You don't need to know that yet," the first man cooed. He was tall and muscular, wearing a mask like the other men around her. He snapped his fingers and one of them grabbed her from behind, startling her. Before she could react, he covered her mouth and nose.

Chloroform, was her last thought before everything went black.

HELLO, FANFICTION!!! I AM BACK! I know that Sven might be a wittle bit ooc, same with Train, but they seem pretty much okay otherwise. Hope you enjoy this new story.

--silverneko9lives0