Chapter One:

The Evening After, the Night Before

Airlia was completely mortified and speechless. After the third ear-splitting scream, that is. Somehow, in her flailing attempts to roll out of the bed and away from the strange man who was sharing it with her, she had ended up on the floor. She had wanted to get off the bed and she had succeeded, in a manner. However, in her attempt to escape she had only ended up in a much worse and awkward position. As now both she and the nameless brown-haired man were tangled up in the bed sheets on the plush carpeted floor.

Much to Airlia's embarrassment, they were flush against each other, with the strange male on top of her and much too close for her sanity's comfort. The only thing that separated them from touching skin-to-skin was their clothes, but that did little to nothing to comfort the heavily blushing girl. As their lips were merely a hairs breath away from touching and neither one could do little more than gape wide-eyed and openmouthed at each other and their position.

They had been staring at each other for several long and very tense minutes. Neither could decide what they needed to do, or figure out how they had gotten themselves into this situation. As far as they remembered, they had both went to a club alone and had their drinks alone. But after that their memories were blurry. The only lucid thing they both could remember was waking up in an awkward situation.

The only thing Airlia could remember was waking up in so strange mans arms. Naturally she had freaked out and the rest was history. While Train could only remember a deafening scream ripping through his ears seconds before his lethargic body hit the floor, on top of a girl. She was quite possibly, the same girl that had screamed so shrilly in his ear. Actually he'd bet his life on it, because no one else was in the room with them. By God did she have a pair of lungs on her or what? He swore he'd never get his full hearing back after that. Not that he actually blamed her for it. Screaming was a natural reaction in a situation like theirs. He just wished that she had been a little quieter, as he screams had brought a relentless pounding to his skull.

He tried his best to ignore the jackhammer in his skull, while trying to think of a way to get them both out of the sheets that tied them together. Maybe talking to her would work? Yeah, he'd go with that. "Um… do you-" However, as soon as he uttered a few words the girl began to thrash and scream again, only this time he could make out that she was not speaking English or Japanese.

"Descendez de moi! Quelqu'un m'aident! Viol! Violeur! Quelqu'un aident, aident! Il essaye de me violer! Aide! Aide!" He had no clue what she was saying, but he had a hunch that she was probably screaming rape and calling for help. That wasn't good. He had to shut her up before he was arrested for something he didn't do. But how in the hell was he going to stop her when his hands were wrapped around her waist.

Without so much as a second thought, he slammed his lips down upon the girls, successfully quieting her calls. He mentally sighed when it worked. The girl was no longer thrashing about or screaming, but he wondered if she was actually breathing now. Carefully, he moved his arms around, trying to free them from the iron grip of the blankets. He watched her every reaction as he did so. He hoped that she would somehow understand that he was tying to free them and not molest her, but that hope was quickly doused in ice water when his hands unintentionally groped her backside.

Both their eyes flew open, one in shock, fear and anger and the other pure horror. The girl began to thrash about again, but thankfully her struggling seemed to help free his hands this time. As son as his hands were free he quickly removed his mouth from hers and replaced his lips with one hand, while the other nimbly unwound the sheets from around them. Train had to advert his eyes to the plush maroon carpet to avoid the girls accusing sapphire gaze. He felt like he had actually done what she was thinking, when he knew he hadn't. Her eyes were so open. Nothing was hidden in her eyes, every emotion she felt glimmered brightly in her gaze.

When he finally managed to tear the sheets away, he completely pulled away from the girl. Instantly the girl stumbled backwards into the closest wall. Pulling a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, he let her have her space. There was a bright side though, she wasn't screaming. However he knew that probably wouldn't last long if he wasn't careful. Any quick movement and she would bolt and scream and he would be making a call to Sven for bail.

With a nervousness sigh, he ran his hand through his unruly brown hair. His golden eyes shifted from the scared girl to the floor several times, before he decided that the best thing he could do was try to talk to her. It hadn't worked out the first time, but now that she was a safe distance away from him he thought he could give it one more try. If he was right, then she was speaking French. He didn't know much of it, but he knew enough to ask her if she spoke English or Japanese.

"Um," He paused clearing his throat trying to remember what to say and how to say it. "Parlez-vous anglais ou japonais?" He hoped what he said was legible enough for her to understand. The sapphire eye girl just stared at him. Okay, maybe she wasn't speaking French after all.

What was he going to do now? He had no clue if she knew English lettering or kanji and that was the only thing he could think of left to do. Just as he was about to move to get up and get a piece of paper he heard a quiet, shaky reply. Her voice was almost too soft, but he heard her clearly enough to comprehend what she was saying. "Oui, je parle anglais, mais mon Japonais n'est pas bon."

Train smiled. She was speaking French after all. She could speak English, but her Japanese wasn't too good. He could work with that. He was fluent in English. "C'est bon. Est-ce que cela vous dérangerait si nous parlions en anglais?" He asked, with what he hoped was a kind smile. The girl nodded her head.

Authors Note: The French I used may or maynot be entirely correct in its translation, but I hope you can get the meaning of it.