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What A Woman\'s Gotta Do	By : Kemis Category: +. to F > Black Cat Views: 3900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: What
a woman’s gotta do

Author:
Kemis

Pairings:
Sven/Train, one-sided Sven/Eve and if you look very hard, a few others
implied.

Spoilers:
Up to volume 5 (chapter 43)

Notes: Well, after reading chapter
43, this fic just begged to be written. It's not betaed, so
please forgive me if I missed some mistakes.

Disclaimers:
The characters aren’t mine. They’re Yabuki Kentaro’s.

-*-*-

Eve didn’t
like being treated like a little girl.

Yes, she
was a bit young, but she wasn’t stupid, naive or childish. She had been
raised
to be the perfect weapon. Lessons on combat techniques, strategy,
history,
anatomy and such had been her daily routine.

In
retrospect, she decided looking at the setting sun from the rooftop
where she
sat, in retrospect she had never really cared about those things, but
didn’t
know any better at the time.

Now she was
free from all that, she wasn’t a weapon anymore. But she wasn’t a kid
either.
She was a woman. A dangerous woman that knew exactly what she wanted.
And she
wanted Sven.

But there
was something in her way. And it wasn’t the age gap, or Sven not
wanting her
back – the lengths he went to make her happy proved her love wasn’t
unrequited
despite her young age – or maybe because of it, but she didn’t
care. No,
it wasn’t that.

The
obstacle was bigger and much harder to overcome: Train Heartnet. Sven’s
friend,
work partner and sometimes lover.

It took her
a while to catch up on that last part. Oh, no, they never told her
straight
out, nor had they ever done anything where she could see or hear them.
It’s
just that no matter how good you are, you can’t hide something like
that from
someone you live and work with. She had picked up on few clues – heard
some
slightly ambiguous comments, read the way their body language changed
at
times,
little things like that – had put two and two together and came up with
the
right number. She just knew.

Train
wasn’t someone she could just get rid off. First, much as she loathed
to admit
it, she wasn’t strong enough to take on him on her own. Second, they
were just
too close as friends, and Sven kept his friends – both dead and alive –
close
to his heart. It was one of his most endearing traits. And if a living
Train
was enough of an hassle, as a ghost he would forever stand between them.

She stopped
that line of though, a bit surprised at herself. She didn’t want to
kill Train
for real. She had never once – seriously or not – considered resorting
to
murdering her rival. Had the scene she had unwittingly witnessed to
earlier
really upset her that much?

Eve hugger
her knees to her chest, knowing the answer was yes.

She had
planned to spend the whole day at the library reading and, going out
that
morning, she had told her friends as much. She had sincerely forgotten
about
the library being was opened only in the morning that day. After having
lunch
in a little restaurant nearby and fooling around on her own for awhile,
she had
gone back to their latest hideout. She now blamed herself for not
thinking
about what she was likely to walk in on, she was smarter than that. But
she
hadn’t considered that. And she had paid for it.

She had
seen them the moment she got inside. On the couch, both of them half
naked,
Train sitting in Sven’s lap.

Eve froze
upon spotting them. She had stood unmoving on the threshold, horrified
but
unable to tear away her eyes. They were kissing. No, more than that.
They were
devouring each other. Sven’s hands running fervently all over Train, in
his
hair, stroking under his shirt, grabbing his bare legs, his bottom. And
Train... Train was writhing in his lap, kissing him mindlessly, rubbing
himself
against him, mewling like the cat in heat he really was.

She had
been grossly unprepared for the wave of dark anger that had surged
within her.
Knowing they were lovers and seeing it were different things. She
couldn’t bear
the sight of Sven kissing someone else, kissing Train. So
absorbed in
their activity they were neither of them had noticed her coming in! She
had
felt the urge to charge on them, tear Train away and chop him to tiny
bloody
pieces for touching her Sven.

Instead she
had fled, running for what had seemed hours before finally coming to
rest on
this rooftop to watch the sky.

Eve sighed.
She didn’t really want Train dead. He wasn’t a bad guy. Sometimes he
was even…
likable. Sometimes. Very rarely. And then just when he wasn’t talking.
Or
eating. Or behaving like the moron he really was. Mm… Maybe in his
sleep?

She didn’t
want to kill Train, but neither was she going to let him stand in her
way. He
had no right. It wasn’t as if he and Sven were in love or something.

It had
taken her a very long time to understand that. She had thought they
loved each
other. It made her mad, it made her sad, it made her hurt. But she
hadn’t stop
paying attention. She had met Creed. Then she had found out about
Sven’s friend
and his special eye. She had kept watching, adding scraps and bits of
information to the picture. And then, finally, she had seen it. She had
seen
that whatever Sven and Train had, it wasn’t love, it was need.
Need for
reassurance, for relief, for oblivion. Even for forgiveness, maybe.

At first
she had felt better about it for a while, before realizing that, even
if not as
much as love, need was still dangerous. Because she wasn’t able to
satisfy it.
How could she help Sven with his burden and his need when she was still
a
burden herself?

She had to
be stronger. Much stronger.

Eve got up,
dusting her skirt. She peered at the setting sun. It was time to go
back.
Probably Sven had already put the dinner on the table and Train was
stuffing
his face with everything he could get his hands on. The girl smiled
slightly.
She didn’t need to worry about still finding something to eat, Sven
always made
a point of hiding something away just for her. He was cute like that.

She sighed
and set of towards home. Yes, maybe... maybe she had still some growing
up to
do. And while she did that, while she did her best to become someone
who Sven
could need and love and rely on, she would let Train be the one to take
care of
him. As much as it pained her to do it, she knew she had to. For Sven.

Because
sometimes a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do.

-*-*-

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