Chapter Eleven

"So, Train, Eve, did you manage to deal with your nightmares?" Sven asked cautiously. Train nodded. It had been almost a week, and he hadn't had a single nightmare. It was a dream come true for Train (get it? I know, bad, right?).

"Yep. I sure did. Check out what else I got, Sven!!" Train said brightly, aiming Hades at a tin can and firing a plain bullet. An electric burst came out of the end, shattering the gun once more, but the bullet flew true and hit the target, vaporizing it. Unfortunately, his gun, as he had forgotten, was no longer completely made of Orichalcum. He would have to get it sent to someone who would be willing to work Orichalcum. After all, he certainly had plenty of money to do so. After all, he had written a bestseller, and was already about to make a deal for a movie on the first one. In addition, he was finished writing his second novel in the series, the second out of anywhere between eight and ten novels. Thus far, he had made over $10,000,000 just from the first book alone, and the movie was due to make more than twice that (curse the lazy people who don't want to read the book.)

Train smiled at Eve and the two joined hands, not caring that Sven was there, too. Sven already had known that they were going out, though, and he didn't really mind. Of all of the people that Eve could have been saddled with, Train was by no means the worst. In fact, he was probably the only one that Sven trusted completely… If only he knew what had gone on behind sealed doors. The next day, Train was due for another talk show in America this time. He wasn't exactly thrilled to be doing it, but he was getting paid to go on, so he figured that he might as well.

The next day, Train and Eve walked onto the set, waving at the audience with cheerful smiles on their faces. It had been almost a year since they had first met again on the day that Kyoko had died. Train shook hands with the talk show host and the two sat down on the seats that had been prepared for them. As usual, the host was a loud man who actually wasn't bald this time, but had graying black hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to be far too deep and probing for someone of his profession. The man smiled brightly at Train and began.

"So, Mr. Heartnet…" he boomed. "We hear that you finally retrieved your lost memories, and what a shock it was to find out that your stories are actually autobiographical. Tell me, is all of what is in the stories accurate?" he asked. Train smiled and laughed a bit at this question, but answered honestly.

"As bizarre and unlikely as it sounds, it did all actually happen that way. Perhaps you remember the incident about five or six years ago with the International Federation massacre?"

Many of the people, even though it had been so long ago, did indeed remember.

"That was actually carried out by the Apostles of the Stars." Train said with the same grin that he always seemed to wear, regardless of the situation.

"Amazing. So, I see that you have your girlfriend with you today."

Yeah, yeah… Eve thought to herself. She didn't really like people like that. It was such a ham handed way to give an introduction, but as usual, Train just smiled and went with it.

"Yeah. This is Eve. She's been a friend of mine for a long time, but only recently did I truly discover how amazing she really is…" Train said with a dreamy sort of stare. Eve would have to remember to slap him later. But, she couldn't deny that the crowd was eating it up, so maybe it was a good thing. The two smiled politely to the huge applause that erupted after what Train had said, and then as if he needed to do anymore, Train kissed Eve in front of everyone, causing Eve to blush heavily. She wouldn't kill him in front of everyone. Too many witnesses. She'd definitely do it once they got back to the hotel, though. The applause became even louder after Train did that. She had to admit that he was a pretty good performer, despite his distaste for Shaolee, Number X of the Chronos numbers.

Soon enough, it seemed, the show was over, and Train swept Eve off her feet and carried her off the stage bridal style. Oh, how she was going to get him later. It was kind of nice to have this kind of attention from him, though. Okay, maybe she wouldn't kill him. After all, she had really started to like him, and even though she had been part of the adventures that Train was talking about in his books, she enjoyed them immensely. Partly because he had written them, and partly because they were extremely well written, despite his apparent idiocy. Of course, he couldn't be as big an idiot as he seemed. After all, idiots didn't become Chronos numbers at the age of 18. But, it seemed as though one adventure had ended, and yet, many more were sure to come. For the moment, she sighed in contentment, and relaxed her body in Train's embrace.

The End