Aeterna Nox
A Sense of Awkwardness
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Warning: Eventual yaoi.
Chapter One: A Sense of Awkwardness
By: Asura Mori
Rain fell heavily on the almost empty streets, a fine mist almost completely obscuring the grime that coated the walkways. Those few people who thought to chance the every-changing mood of the weather hurried about, not wanting to be caught in the sudden downpour that threatened to come with the heavy, black clouds.
Train Heartnet observed the weather from inside with growing disdain, a small frown on his face. He had been hoping that the weather would take a turn for the better so that he could go out and do something, but now he wasn’t that sure it would. For three days now, he had been trapped inside of the safe house that he, Sven, Eve, and Rinslet were sharing. For three days, he had been watching Sven heal from the wound Creed had given him at the church… and waiting for his own transformation to be undone.
His gaze dropped unwillingly at this last thought to the small hands – his hands – that gripped the windowsill tightly. He drew his hands away from the sill and back into his pockets, only now aware of how long his hands had been in that position. Only a few minutes ago, pain had flared through his body as the nanomachines continued to make themselves at home within his body. The pain had become more and more frequent over the days, and Train knew that this couldn’t mean anything good. But he also knew that there was very little that he could about it. For now, all he could do was sit and hope that Sven found a way to get him back to his original form.
Golden eyes moved from the window to the door when he heard someone knocking on his room door. When he at last turned his body completely around, a very attractive female stood in his doorway. Blue eyes were set in a heart-shaped face, framed by short, lilac hair. She wore a strapless white shirt over a skimpy black skirt. Around her neck was a black choker with a small diamond hanging from it. Around her wrist was a simple, silver bracelet with a similar diamond and she wore boots made of fine, black leather.
Train knew this woman had broken many a man’s heart, although he himself wasn’t really affected by her looks (though he did know a certain Number who just couldn’t stay away from her…). He forced himself to look up at Rinslet, though he still felt awkward doing so. Now that he was a child again, old habits such as looking at people directly in the eyes or down at them were just impossible.
Pushing these thoughts aside, he smiled warmly up at the woman who had once saved his life. “Rinslet. You need something?” He noticed with more than a little annoyance that she was still avoiding his gaze. The thief-for-hire muttered something about Sven wanting to talk to him, before quickly exiting the room.
Train watched her go, feeling empty. Ever since the battle at the church and his alteration to his ten-year-old self, Rins had been avoiding him. And she wasn’t the only one acting odd. Even Sven didn’t act the same around him anymore and was always apologizing for something. In a way, the brunette knew that the ex-cop felt guilty about Train’s state, that he had somehow caused the transformation. And no matter how many times he told Sven that it wasn’t his fault, his partner acted like he didn’t hear him.
The only one who seemed to like his transformation was Eve. He couldn’t really blame her though. For a long time, she had been the only child of their group and had always wondered what it was like to have a sibling. He quickly veered away from that train of thought, painfully aware that Eve was now older than him. With a sigh, the ex-assassin moved out of his room and into the hallway, preparing himself mentally for what he knew would be an awkward situation.
He was right to do so. As soon as he entered the room, the conversation that had been going on abruptly stopped. All eyes turned to look at him and Train tried to appear unrattled. He walked over to a chair and sat down as casually as possible in that situation, his golden eyes locking with Sven’s. “You wanted to talk with me, partner?” He watched the older man’s throat work, his eyes following the every movement of the ex-cop’s Adam’s apple. He could Sven was nervous, and yet excited at the same time. What was going on?
Golden eyes then swept the room and he came to the conclusion that Eve was not present. That worried him slightly. What news did his partner have to tell him that required Eve to be out of the room? “What’s up, Svenny-baby? Where’s Eve?”
“Train… I, I think I found a way to get your original form back…”
To be continued…