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Chapter One: In the Store
-The sun gleamed in the sky above. Train Heartnet lay on his back on a patch of soft grass. Sven and the Princess were inside of the house. Rinslet was gone and Kyoko was in her home town. This left Train by himself. He did not mind being by himself, however, he did mind being lonely. To him you were alone when you were by yourself, you were alone when you had no one to love. Train had been alone before. Saya had left him alone. You see after Saya's death Train had no one to love. Now he had someone to love Sven, Eve, Rinslet, and Kyoko. Of course, none of them could take Saya's place. No one could. Train could never love someone romantically like he loved Saya again. Rinslet had come close and was the closet he would ever get to that type of love again.
Was that what Saya had wanted though? He was not sure. "It's okay Train...okay to forget me and move on.". That is what she had said to him while she was dying. He was still not sure of what it had meant.
"Train are you coming?" Sven asked waking Train up out of his reverie.
"Where are you going?"
"The Princess wants to go downtown. She wants to get a new book. I figured you might want to come and look around." Sven called over to Train.
"Sure, I'll come." Train replied hopping into the car with Sven and Eve.
They soon made it to "downtown". Downtown consisted of many shops the mall, library, and many more. Train decided that while Eve was looking around the library he would check out the local weapon shop. Sven was going to stay with Eve.
The weapon shop was a large building. A sign on the front door clearly read "Only People 18+ can enter" The shop contained a variety of items. Mostly there were guns, but there were a few swords, daggers, and knives. There were a couple of bows and arrows. Train looked at these with interest. Bows and Arrows always had excited him. He had never bought any though, they were inferior to his rail gun Hades.
"Can I help you sir?" asked a big, burly man. He looked a mess. His hair was unkempt, his face was covered in a mass of facial hair, and his voice was gruff and uneven. He had a creepy look to his eyes. Train distinguished him as the shop-owner.
"No sir. I was just looking," replied Train with a nod. The man grunted and walked off. Train heaved a sigh of relief, the man gave him a bad feeling.
Train scanned the array of weapons that lay before him. He picked up a few that interested him. He found many daggers that he liked. He was actually enjoying himself. One weapon that he found particularly interesting was a small, sharp knife. It had a red jewel for a pommel-stone. Although it was small, it was quite heavy. Designs of dragons were etched into the blade and the hilt giving it a mystical look. Train was considering getting this knife until he looked at the price. It was a hundred dollars! Sven would die if he bought a knife for a hundred dollars. Train placed the knife back down on the counter gently, muttering to himself.
The next weapon that caught his eye was a gun. To anyone else the gun would have held little meaning, but to Train it was important. It was the excact type of gun that Saya had used. The gun brought back memories. He could see Saya now. She wielded her gun with so much skill. It was her that had taught Train how to use the reflect shot. It was with this type of gun to. Train remembered the day it had occurred... Saya had brought him to an ally. Their she showed him how to angle his gun in the correct position and where to shoot at. It had been a good day. Train gave a sigh and put down the gun that he had held.
The door to the shop opened. From where he was standing Train could make out the figure of two men and a woman. One of the men was very tall, the other short. He could not see their faces or any particular details. These people were carrying guns and muttering to themselves. The odd feeling came back to Train as he stood and watched the trio. He instinctively hid behind a cabinent. It was within earshot of the trio, who were now holding a conversation.
"So here's the plan," said the tall man with a wave of his hands, "Jim you go back there and get the case. Me and Saya will stay here. Remember if there is any trouble, kill him." The small man nodded and walked into the back room where the man was at. Soon both men were in plain view of Train, the small one and the shop-owner. The shop-owner began to talk earnestly with the other two men. The woman was nowhere in sight.
"I have the case you asked for sir," said the shop-owner sheepishly. He pulled out a long, narrow black case from behind the front desk. He handed it over to the tall man, who hurriedly checked it's contents to make sure they were all there.
"Very well," said the tall man, "You have done good. Tomorrow we will be back. Have the other case ready... or else. If we don't have those cases Sephira will punish us and if we are punished, you will be too." He laughed in an awkward fashion. "C'mon eveyone we're out of here." he said. Everyone left the shop. As soon as they were gone and the shop-owner had left Train emerged from his hiding place.
Had he heard the man correctly? Did he say Saya? He couldn't mean Saya could he? No of course not, Saya was dead. Besides she wasn't the only Saya in the world. However, Train was sure of one thing, he had said Sephira. It sure sounded like the Chronos Numbers to him. He wasn't sure though. There was no way for him to know... unless. Yes, he would wait. They said they would be back tomorrow. He assumed that they meant the same time. He would arrive a bit early and wait for them. He smiled at himself for being so smart.