14AmyChan: I don't own anything~! *^_^*
Phineas: Ferb, where are we?
Ferb: *shrugs*
Train: Who are these guys?
14AmyChan: the doers of the impossible~! *^_^*
Train: Uh…
Eve: May we get on with the story now?
14AmyChan: Yes, yes we can
Saya: Miss Amy doesn't own anything
"Wow, I never thought it'd be this hard to get under control!" Saya commented, shocked at how they had just lost another comb to the mess known as Train's hair. Train had tried combing it out first, but when he called it done, no one had agreed with his half-done job. Therefore, Saya had been requested to comb out the mess known as Train's hair. "That has to be the twelfth one!"
"I don't see why I just can't wear my hair as it normally is…" Train grumbled, obviously peeved at having to go to a party without his willing consent.
"How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry?" Saya asked, pulling out the thirteenth comb. Her face wore the signs of obvious regret mixed with frustration at Train's hair being the stubborn inanimate object it was.
Train had no answer to this. Saya already apologized profusely, but pretty much everyone except Eve and Rinslet were still peeved at the kimono-clad woman. Sven had eventually reached that part of his heart that gave out sympathy and understanding towards women, but Train… well…
"Why are we going anyways?" Train finally asked. In his stubbornness and frustration, he had forgotten to ask Saya how she had gotten manipulated. "What did she do to get you to say okay?"
"Hey, your hair is finally cooperating!" Saya exclaimed out of joy, pleased that the thirteenth comb seemed to be doing its job in taming the untamable hair. Truth be told, Saya was ashamed that a silly outfit had caused her to bend. She hoped Train would let it go.
It was a fleeting hope.
"You didn't answer my question" Train bluntly stated. He felt like his head was about to fall apart from the number of times a comb had been rammed through it, but unlike his hair, he was unwilling to budge. "How did she get you to say yes?"
"Done!" Saya sighed with relief, grateful that the tedious task was finished. Now came the part she dreaded. She had to—
"You actually did a good job!" Rinslet said, peeking around the corner at Train's new (and in her opinion, improved) hair. Rinslet was already in the clothes she had to wear to the party, as well as her dark-colored wig. It was close to Train's hair color, and her colored contacts nearly lined up with his bright amber eyes, only slightly dimmer in color. She was wearing the clothes from before, so it was obvious that she was going to head back to her own room to get the rest of herself ready for the party She had just needed Train's hair and eye color for her "hair" and "eyes". "Now you have to go get changed~!"
Train was about to complain when he saw Rinslet's eyes. She was pulling the I'll-cry-if-you-don't look. As much as he despised the look and the thought of going to a party right now, he caved when a couple of tears ended up sliding down Rinslet's face. Grabbing the suit, he hurried out of the bathroom with surprising speed.
"You never get sick of that, do you?" Saya asked in a tired voice.
"Not when it works every time" Rinslet smirked, previous tears gone. "Since he's got his outfit, you should get into yours!" Rinslet held another clothes bag in the air, shaking it slightly in victory.
Saya hung her head in defeat once more. In that instant, she swore that after the party, she would get a full refund on that outfit and pay off part of the debt. Maybe that would help ease her uneasy conscience. Saya grabbed the outfit and shoved Rinslet out of the bathroom before getting changed.
Rinslet loved the sweet taste of victory.
Train sat in a stool in the kitchen. He was eyeing a tall glass of milk in his hand. Why he had to go through with the party, but since he had given into the tears, he had to go.
Rinslet had gone over to her
Train looked up to see Eve putting down one of her books and reaching for another. Deciding that doing something was better than moping, Train downed his glass of milk before walking over and plopping himself down onto the couch.
"Whatcha reading, Princess?" Train asked, making it a new goal to pester her for now.
"Read the title" Eve snipped back, already catching onto Train's new form of entertainment. Train pouted slightly.
"But that's no fun…" Train pointed out. He looked at the title and saw that she was reading a book by this lady named Mary Higgins Clark. He scanned the title. It perked his interest.
"Well, I'm reading" Eve stated the obvious as she seemed to be getting real into her book. Her eyes grew wide and Train swore she picked up the pace of her already rapid reading.
"So, what's the book about?" Train asked, slowly slipping back into boredom. "Some little girl whose daddy takes her to prom?"
"She was just murdered…" Eve muttered, her eyes flying across the page. This caught Train's attention as she continued. "Ellie found her… Paul's crying…"
"What kind of book is this?" Train asked, reaching over and plucking the book from the child's hands.
"Hey!" Eve cried, reaching for her book. As she tried to get the book back from Train, he stuck a finger in her spot and decided to scan the back of the book for the summary.
"Since when do you like reading murder mysteries?" Train asked. "This isn't even a murder mystery, its suspense… Who is this person?" Train read the small description of the author, an acclaimed suspense writer. "Did you pick the book because of its title or because of its plot?"
"Both!" Eve jumped for the book once again, and failed. She was growing fairly angry by now, and Train realized that she was giving him perfect entertainment. With a smile cracking on his face, Train began to really taunt her with her novel.
"You really don't want to read this, do you?" Train asked; humor in his voice all the way.
"Do you have to ask that question?" Eve returned, jumping again for her book. Train ducked out of the way just in time. He laughed out loud.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" Train mocked playfully. "Don't you want the book?"
Eve grit her teeth in frustration. She leapt for once more and Train got out of the way just in time. He laughed again. "Torro!" he laughed as Eve landed on her feet once more. Her eyes flashed and Train saw what he was looking for. Fun.
"You asked for it" Eve chuckled as she prepared to jump once again. Train prepared to move out of the way when Eve became airborne. But Train noticed something. Eve was going too high. She soared over Train and prepared to make a comeback from the ceiling—
When the book was plucked from Train's hand and used to bop him in the head. Surprised, he turned around to see who had pulled him from his fun.
Saya held the book in her hand and a small smile was on her face. "I hate to be the party pooper, but if Eve tackles you, we have to pay full-price for that suit" she grinned. Train started to pout. He heard a small thump from behind him and knew that Eve had come down from the ceiling.
"Thank you for getting my book" Eve thanked Saya and accepted her book from the feminine Sweeper. A pause. "You look very pretty in that dress" Eve said.
"Thanks, Eve-chan!" Saya's infectious grin made Train turn around to actually see what Saya was wearing.
Train had to admit it was nice. The dress. It was nice. It was a dress whose straps were meant to come down to the sides, exposing the collarbone and shoulders. The sleeves wrapped themselves snugly to her arms straight down to her wrists. The bodice didn't look to be hugging too tightly, and fanned out slightly as it reached the ground. All in all, it was a beautiful dress, and the pale tan, almost white color, matched her hair perfectly and gave her a natural feel. It also looked like she was wearing lip gloss and some eye shadow. It wasn't overdone, it just helped the natural look along.
"What do you think?" Saya asked, obviously embarrassed. Train thought it was cute when she was embarrassed like that. She did the whole blushing thing, and it couldn't stop a grin forming at Train's face.
"Looking good!" Train flashed a thumbs up in Saya's direction. It made Saya feel more at peace and ready to A) get some food from the party, and B) kick Rinslet's pretty little butt after the party.
"Rinslet just called" Sven grumbled as he walked into the room. He carried with him the attaché case that he had been working on for the past few days. "She says we have to get a decent ride to the party, so I need to act like a chauffeur" Sven finished, obviously displeased with his role. "So get this straight, get it, get some food because you two are forfeiting dinner because of this—" at this he received some protesting to which he replied with a 'deal with it', then continued. "—and you are coming straight back to the car. We're still on Sweeper business, you both know."
"We know…" Saya and Train felt beaten underneath Sven's fierce one-eyed glare. As they all exited, Sven looked over at Eve. His glare softened. "If you, uh, want to grab one of the ice creams from the fridge, you can" Sven offered.
"Can I come along?" Eve asked, hopping off the couch and dashing over to the kitchen to grab her waiting ice cream.
"Uh, sure" Sven answered, locking the door and waiting for Eve to come. After she had left the room, he closed the door securely and followed everyone down the stairs, carrying his new attaché case.
14AmyChan: Okay, so fluff is usually my thing, and I didn't realize how off-track from the story I've been. TRAIN IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A SIBLING RELATIONSHIP WITH EVE. There is supposed to be a family vibe coming from the band of Sweepers.
Train: So that's why you put in that whole book thing?
14AmyChan: Yeah, and I realized that I was keeping Eve at child-level. Bad idea, so starting now, she should be growing! *^_^*
Eve: That sounds fascinating
Sven: That sounds sad…
14AmyChan: It's okay, Sven. *^_^*
Rinslet: Okay, for all you people out there reading this, why don'tcha put your opinions in the link below!
Train: …?
14AmyChan: PLEASE R&R~! *^_^*
