[13] [fic] Black Cat: Life with Eve
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Icka!: Neko Neko Neko says:
what's another word for 'calm' 'placid' or 'subservient'?
MOrgan: ankle hates me and so do my toes says:
Hakuba.
Life with Eve:
Life With Eve: Shirt
When Sven notices one of his shirts is worn out, beyond all hope of repair and goes to toss it, Eve asks if she can have it. Sven looks confused at the request, but since it is something that she obviously wants, he agrees.
It's obviously too big for her, but it's soft and worn and reminds her of Sven. Sometimes she wishes that Sven was her father, her real one, not someone who paid for her like Torneo, but the thought is an idle one and she doesn't allow it to linger often. It's fruitless and no matter what, Sven is her favourite and most treasured person. And that counts for a lot more.
Train acts like his usually annoying self when he hears her request and offers one of his. She wrinkles her nose and turns it down. Not because she thinks he smells or she'll get cooties from him, but because he wears his shirts too open at the collar, they'd fall off of her. And usually by the time he's ready to get rid of a shirt, they're only good for the rag pile.
He sulks and she skips off to her room to hide the shirt so Train can't do something mean to it. Not that he would, but it never hurts to be cautious around him anyway. He's sneaky like that.
That night, when she gets ready for bed, instead of putting on one of the silky flimsy night-gowns that she got with Rinslet-neechan, she pulled Sven's old shirt out of it's hiding place and put that on. The shirt drooped past her knees, the sleeves falling over her hands. There were tears in it, but none in any revealing places.
It smells faintly of him and she's reminded of the first time he hugged her, him catching her and holding her safe after she'd been shot in the stomach. She hadn't been hurt, but it had felt... good to be cared about for the first time in her life. As a person and not a weapon. It's a comforting feeling.
Train gives her a funny look when he sees her dressed in the old shirt, but says nothing. She attributes this to the fact that he's chugging down one of his ever present bottles of milk. Not that it'll stop him if he has something really annoying to say, she knows from experience.
Sven does a slight double take when he sees her wearing his old shirt for a night gown, then smiles in a confused sort of way. She smiles back, doing a small spin, commenting that they can save money by recycling clothing this way. He looks sad for a moment and she remembers that he doesn't like her worrying about money matters. That's supposed to be adult worries, which is silly. They all bring in the money together and take care of each other, why should she worry about money any less than he does?
She leaned forward and admitted to him in a soft voice that she just likes wearing it, gesturing slightly in the direction Train had gone, as if blaming the wild-haired member of their family for the comment. Sven's visible eye crinkled a bit as he hid a bit of a smile, reaching out to ruffle her hair and wishing her a fond good night.
She smiled back, wishing him a good night and returning to her room. Train passed her in the hallway again, this time without the bottle of milk. She reminded him that bottles went in the recycling bin. He grumbled at her in return and she stuck her tongue out at him instead of wishing him good night before dashing into her bed. Insults are easier to share with Train. It's not that she hates Train, she's fond of him, but he is annoying.
And she's going to defeat him one day. The thought is a pleasant one as she climbed under the duvet and curls up to sleep. The shirt may not be as cute as the night-gowns that ones Rinslet-neechan likes, but it means a lot more.
-fin-
Life with Eve: Haircut
It's Rinslet who complains that Sven and Train's hair has gotten too long. Train doesn't seem to notice, but Sven grumbles about them not having money to waste on such frivolous things as hair cuts.
Which sets Rinslet off and she marches them back to their hotel, complaining the entire way about 'Men' and lack of grace, manners and other thing. Train's comment that it wasn't a major worry, he could still see just fine, besides when it got too long he just took a sharpened knife and cut it shorter.
Rinslet nearly fainted at that, then dragged him the rest of the way to the hotel by his ear, muttering obscenities about split ends, conditioners and it wasn't fair that his hair had SUCH a nice texture and he was SO unaware of it.
Eve followed behind, fingering her own long hair. As far back as she could remember, her hair had never been cut. It never needed to. She never got split ends or any of the other things Rinslet was talking about. And her hair was her best and most versatile weapon, it didn't make sense to cut it at all.
The thief pulled out a pair of sharp scissors from her purse --for cutting things on a heist, or so she claimed-- sat Train down, tied a towel around his neck and began coming and cutting his hair with a viciousness Eve thought would leave the ex-eraser bald. It didn't, but Train yelled a lot anyway.
Eve watched Rinslet cut Train's hair with fascination, she'd never been to a barber shop before and this was the first time she'd seen it done. It seemed easy enough, use your fingers and the comb to pull the hair out to a certain length then cut it. Repeat until it was even all the way around. Or a little shorter in the back, as the case may be.
Finally Train was freed, not without more complaining on his part, although it was more sullen grumbling towards the end, and Sven took his place. Calmly, so as to not set off the terror that was Rinslet.
Rinslet appeared to calm down at his acquiescence and took more time to cut his hair, evening the ends more than she had with Train. Although with Train's hair, you probably could use a weed whacker and no one would have noticed.
Eventually Sven was released as well, he thanking her with a courtly air. That did nothing to stop her from demanding payment for services due, resulting in a fight with Train because she had -dragged- him here by his EAR and FORCED him to have his hair cut. Which sounded really very childish when you thought about it, so Eve wandered off and read a book.
Several months later, she noticed that their hair was getting long again, falling in their eyes. Actually, she'd noticed after Sven had tried tucking some of the strands under his hat, which just looked funny. Hesitantly, she'd offered to cut their hair for them. Or at least trim it out of their eyes.
After some screaming and an incident with Train, a chair and Sven's attachŽ case net launcher, Train was the first one to volunteer. The fact that he was now attached to the chair from his neck to his feet most likely had a great deal to do with this. Eve took a few deep breaths to focus herself, transformed her fingers into a pair of scissors and a comb and began to cut.
And then had to inform Train that if he didn't stop wiggling around, Sven threatening to duct tape his mouth shut would be the least of his worries. Her transforming the hand that was the comb into a sharp looking scythe probably did a lot more to convince him to sit still than her words did, but it was effective.
She cut his hair slowly and meticulously, making sure that everything was neat and straight for once and he looked like a respectable person. After a quick glance at Train's now asleep face --he really could fall asleep anywhere and if it kept him quiet, she wasn't going to argue-- turned her fingers into blades and carefully messed it all up.
The result being Train's usual hair cut, only a little bit shorter than normal.
After a brief silent discussion with Sven which involved a lot of raised eye brows, smirks and pulling out a second chair, Sven sat down and took off his hat, trusting her not to cut his ears off. Sven's hair was heavier than Train's, preferring to stick down instead of all over the place so it was a little bit easier to trim. She took the same amount of care cutting his hair as she had Train's, happy to be useful.
It took less time to cut Sven's hair, he wasn't moving as much and she wasn't quite as nervous about accidentally cutting him. Sven checked it in a mirror and announced it the best cut he'd ever had. It was also the neatest she'd ever seen his hair.
Then he put his hat back on, messing up all her hard work.
Eve smiled.
Perfect.
-fin-
Life with Eve: The Impression that I Get
Eve was the first to spot the woman. Or so she thought. From the way that Sven and Train had casually started flanking her, like guard dogs protecting their master, they might have spotted her first instead.
It wasn't that she had a hostile aura to her or that she looked like a fighter, she just wouldn't stop watching them with this little frown on her face. Train and Sven were pointedly -not- watching the lady, so Eve did the same too and they continued walking.
Until the frowny lady purposely walked in front of them then stopped. Eve half-wondered if blades were going to pop out of the woman. Maybe she'd pull out grenades. They hadn't dealt with grenades in a while, perhaps they were past due.
"Hello little girl." The woman smiled in a way she probably thought was sweet but really looked more like a grimace. Or a perverted leer. which ever it was, Eve didn't care much for it. "Where are your parents sweetie?"
Eve blinked. Now there was a tricky question. Did Torneo really count as her Father? She'd really prefer if he didn't. Actually, was he even still alive? She wasn't sure. It wasn't like she kept track of him. Tiayo-hagase was still at her laboratory, last they checked, but as a clone, did that count as having a Mother?
"I don't have any." She finally said slowly, deciding that it was safer not to mention the whole jail thing and clone thing. From what she'd observed, it wasn't normal to most people. Like the shapeshifting thing. Or the Sweepers thing. Most people protested the idea of someone like her in such a dangerous occupation. Never mind that she was born to it.
"We take care of Princess here." Train commented, casually taking a half step forward, shielding her partially from the woman's view. "Can I help you?"
"I see." The frowny lady said primly. "Are you two... a couple?"
Sven raised an eyebrow. "A couple of what?" He questioned hesitantly. A couple of goofballs, perhaps?
"You know." The lady looked slightly embarrassed. "A gay couple... raising a daughter together."
The cigarette fell from Sven's lips.
Train, for once, was speechless. He stood there, slack jawed, the muscles around one eye twitching occasionally.
Eve mentally made a note to remember this day as a historic occasion. Train had no snappy comeback.
She glanced up at Sven, radiating innocence as she did so. "Would that count as incest?"
All three adult's heads rotated to look at her. "My parents died." Eve informed the woman gravely, willing her voice to sound sad and pathetic. "So my Uncle's been raising my brother and I because my brother is an irresponsible slacker." Whom she will defeat some day.
Train figured out who exactly was the irresponsible slacker before Sven did. "Hey!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The frowny lady laughed, a little bit too loudly, too forced. "I just wanted to know why such a darling girl like you wasn't at school." And in the company of at least one punkish looking older guy and one even older more roguish gentleman with an eye-patch.
"I'm home schooled." Eve dead panned.
"She's extremely intelligent." Sven agreed, lighting a new cigarette. He grinned, flicking the ash off the tip. "Much smarter than her older brother."
"Hey!"
"I should be testing into college this year." Eve added guilelessly. At least she was reading college level textbooks in any case. Maybe she should look into that sometime. They had internet courses now, maybe that would work with the amount of travel that they did.
"Oh, I see! Terribly sorry!" The woman laughed again, shrill and obnoxious. "Well, you just have a nice day now. Bai-bai!"
And the frowny lady bid a hasty departure. Eve wasn't sad to see her go.
Train rubbed his knuckles into the top of her scalp. "WHO is an irresponsible slacker?!" He demanded.
Eve smirked mischievously at him, not bothering to hide her amusement. "Would you have rather I said that you and Sven are Partners?"
Sven choked.
-fin-
Life with Eve: The Talk
The thief-for-hire hadn't seen them in a while, so Eve put up with the sudden hugs and the cooing over how cute she is. Rinslet meant well so Eve bit down on comment that she can't help how she looks, she was was made that way. The odds are that no one would take it well.
Then Rinslet paused, frowning slightly as she peered closer at Eve. And in a sudden territorial attack, slung an arm around Eve's neck, announced it was time for some Girl's Time, they'd see the boys later and bodily dragged Eve off.
What followed was a drag off to a wonder coffee house that served the best chocolate desserts Eve had tasted and a very serious faced Rinslet giving her The Talk, because Eve wasn't as little as she was when they had first met.
Eve listened without comment, eating her cake.
And then calmly and factually gave Rinslet her own Talk, a more thorough version, with recommendations for books and articles. Once the thief stopped blushing and recovered her composure, Eve was thoroughly hugged again and dragged off for bra shopping.
It was late when they finally met up with the guys again, Train was his usual slightly nosy self and wanted to investigate the bags. Which somehow resulted in Rinslet trying to convince Sven to use one of Eve's new silky lacy bras as an eye-patch, which Eve ignored in favour of a new psychology book.
And the new bras were nice, but she just didn't have the heart to tell Rinslet that with the amount of fighting that they did on an apparently frequent and random basis, she much preferred the support of the sports bras she'd gotten when Annette gave her The Talk several months back.
-fin-
But we need to work on MK today. And lookie!!!
socchan wrote us PRON!!! Hakuba/Kid PRON!!! *Squees!* *gets an nosebleed and falls over* XD XD XDIcka!: Neko Neko Neko says:
what's another word for 'calm' 'placid' or 'subservient'?
MOrgan: ankle hates me and so do my toes says:
Hakuba.
Life with Eve:
Life With Eve: Shirt
When Sven notices one of his shirts is worn out, beyond all hope of repair and goes to toss it, Eve asks if she can have it. Sven looks confused at the request, but since it is something that she obviously wants, he agrees.
It's obviously too big for her, but it's soft and worn and reminds her of Sven. Sometimes she wishes that Sven was her father, her real one, not someone who paid for her like Torneo, but the thought is an idle one and she doesn't allow it to linger often. It's fruitless and no matter what, Sven is her favourite and most treasured person. And that counts for a lot more.
Train acts like his usually annoying self when he hears her request and offers one of his. She wrinkles her nose and turns it down. Not because she thinks he smells or she'll get cooties from him, but because he wears his shirts too open at the collar, they'd fall off of her. And usually by the time he's ready to get rid of a shirt, they're only good for the rag pile.
He sulks and she skips off to her room to hide the shirt so Train can't do something mean to it. Not that he would, but it never hurts to be cautious around him anyway. He's sneaky like that.
That night, when she gets ready for bed, instead of putting on one of the silky flimsy night-gowns that she got with Rinslet-neechan, she pulled Sven's old shirt out of it's hiding place and put that on. The shirt drooped past her knees, the sleeves falling over her hands. There were tears in it, but none in any revealing places.
It smells faintly of him and she's reminded of the first time he hugged her, him catching her and holding her safe after she'd been shot in the stomach. She hadn't been hurt, but it had felt... good to be cared about for the first time in her life. As a person and not a weapon. It's a comforting feeling.
Train gives her a funny look when he sees her dressed in the old shirt, but says nothing. She attributes this to the fact that he's chugging down one of his ever present bottles of milk. Not that it'll stop him if he has something really annoying to say, she knows from experience.
Sven does a slight double take when he sees her wearing his old shirt for a night gown, then smiles in a confused sort of way. She smiles back, doing a small spin, commenting that they can save money by recycling clothing this way. He looks sad for a moment and she remembers that he doesn't like her worrying about money matters. That's supposed to be adult worries, which is silly. They all bring in the money together and take care of each other, why should she worry about money any less than he does?
She leaned forward and admitted to him in a soft voice that she just likes wearing it, gesturing slightly in the direction Train had gone, as if blaming the wild-haired member of their family for the comment. Sven's visible eye crinkled a bit as he hid a bit of a smile, reaching out to ruffle her hair and wishing her a fond good night.
She smiled back, wishing him a good night and returning to her room. Train passed her in the hallway again, this time without the bottle of milk. She reminded him that bottles went in the recycling bin. He grumbled at her in return and she stuck her tongue out at him instead of wishing him good night before dashing into her bed. Insults are easier to share with Train. It's not that she hates Train, she's fond of him, but he is annoying.
And she's going to defeat him one day. The thought is a pleasant one as she climbed under the duvet and curls up to sleep. The shirt may not be as cute as the night-gowns that ones Rinslet-neechan likes, but it means a lot more.
-fin-
Life with Eve: Haircut
It's Rinslet who complains that Sven and Train's hair has gotten too long. Train doesn't seem to notice, but Sven grumbles about them not having money to waste on such frivolous things as hair cuts.
Which sets Rinslet off and she marches them back to their hotel, complaining the entire way about 'Men' and lack of grace, manners and other thing. Train's comment that it wasn't a major worry, he could still see just fine, besides when it got too long he just took a sharpened knife and cut it shorter.
Rinslet nearly fainted at that, then dragged him the rest of the way to the hotel by his ear, muttering obscenities about split ends, conditioners and it wasn't fair that his hair had SUCH a nice texture and he was SO unaware of it.
Eve followed behind, fingering her own long hair. As far back as she could remember, her hair had never been cut. It never needed to. She never got split ends or any of the other things Rinslet was talking about. And her hair was her best and most versatile weapon, it didn't make sense to cut it at all.
The thief pulled out a pair of sharp scissors from her purse --for cutting things on a heist, or so she claimed-- sat Train down, tied a towel around his neck and began coming and cutting his hair with a viciousness Eve thought would leave the ex-eraser bald. It didn't, but Train yelled a lot anyway.
Eve watched Rinslet cut Train's hair with fascination, she'd never been to a barber shop before and this was the first time she'd seen it done. It seemed easy enough, use your fingers and the comb to pull the hair out to a certain length then cut it. Repeat until it was even all the way around. Or a little shorter in the back, as the case may be.
Finally Train was freed, not without more complaining on his part, although it was more sullen grumbling towards the end, and Sven took his place. Calmly, so as to not set off the terror that was Rinslet.
Rinslet appeared to calm down at his acquiescence and took more time to cut his hair, evening the ends more than she had with Train. Although with Train's hair, you probably could use a weed whacker and no one would have noticed.
Eventually Sven was released as well, he thanking her with a courtly air. That did nothing to stop her from demanding payment for services due, resulting in a fight with Train because she had -dragged- him here by his EAR and FORCED him to have his hair cut. Which sounded really very childish when you thought about it, so Eve wandered off and read a book.
Several months later, she noticed that their hair was getting long again, falling in their eyes. Actually, she'd noticed after Sven had tried tucking some of the strands under his hat, which just looked funny. Hesitantly, she'd offered to cut their hair for them. Or at least trim it out of their eyes.
After some screaming and an incident with Train, a chair and Sven's attachŽ case net launcher, Train was the first one to volunteer. The fact that he was now attached to the chair from his neck to his feet most likely had a great deal to do with this. Eve took a few deep breaths to focus herself, transformed her fingers into a pair of scissors and a comb and began to cut.
And then had to inform Train that if he didn't stop wiggling around, Sven threatening to duct tape his mouth shut would be the least of his worries. Her transforming the hand that was the comb into a sharp looking scythe probably did a lot more to convince him to sit still than her words did, but it was effective.
She cut his hair slowly and meticulously, making sure that everything was neat and straight for once and he looked like a respectable person. After a quick glance at Train's now asleep face --he really could fall asleep anywhere and if it kept him quiet, she wasn't going to argue-- turned her fingers into blades and carefully messed it all up.
The result being Train's usual hair cut, only a little bit shorter than normal.
After a brief silent discussion with Sven which involved a lot of raised eye brows, smirks and pulling out a second chair, Sven sat down and took off his hat, trusting her not to cut his ears off. Sven's hair was heavier than Train's, preferring to stick down instead of all over the place so it was a little bit easier to trim. She took the same amount of care cutting his hair as she had Train's, happy to be useful.
It took less time to cut Sven's hair, he wasn't moving as much and she wasn't quite as nervous about accidentally cutting him. Sven checked it in a mirror and announced it the best cut he'd ever had. It was also the neatest she'd ever seen his hair.
Then he put his hat back on, messing up all her hard work.
Eve smiled.
Perfect.
-fin-
Life with Eve: The Impression that I Get
Eve was the first to spot the woman. Or so she thought. From the way that Sven and Train had casually started flanking her, like guard dogs protecting their master, they might have spotted her first instead.
It wasn't that she had a hostile aura to her or that she looked like a fighter, she just wouldn't stop watching them with this little frown on her face. Train and Sven were pointedly -not- watching the lady, so Eve did the same too and they continued walking.
Until the frowny lady purposely walked in front of them then stopped. Eve half-wondered if blades were going to pop out of the woman. Maybe she'd pull out grenades. They hadn't dealt with grenades in a while, perhaps they were past due.
"Hello little girl." The woman smiled in a way she probably thought was sweet but really looked more like a grimace. Or a perverted leer. which ever it was, Eve didn't care much for it. "Where are your parents sweetie?"
Eve blinked. Now there was a tricky question. Did Torneo really count as her Father? She'd really prefer if he didn't. Actually, was he even still alive? She wasn't sure. It wasn't like she kept track of him. Tiayo-hagase was still at her laboratory, last they checked, but as a clone, did that count as having a Mother?
"I don't have any." She finally said slowly, deciding that it was safer not to mention the whole jail thing and clone thing. From what she'd observed, it wasn't normal to most people. Like the shapeshifting thing. Or the Sweepers thing. Most people protested the idea of someone like her in such a dangerous occupation. Never mind that she was born to it.
"We take care of Princess here." Train commented, casually taking a half step forward, shielding her partially from the woman's view. "Can I help you?"
"I see." The frowny lady said primly. "Are you two... a couple?"
Sven raised an eyebrow. "A couple of what?" He questioned hesitantly. A couple of goofballs, perhaps?
"You know." The lady looked slightly embarrassed. "A gay couple... raising a daughter together."
The cigarette fell from Sven's lips.
Train, for once, was speechless. He stood there, slack jawed, the muscles around one eye twitching occasionally.
Eve mentally made a note to remember this day as a historic occasion. Train had no snappy comeback.
She glanced up at Sven, radiating innocence as she did so. "Would that count as incest?"
All three adult's heads rotated to look at her. "My parents died." Eve informed the woman gravely, willing her voice to sound sad and pathetic. "So my Uncle's been raising my brother and I because my brother is an irresponsible slacker." Whom she will defeat some day.
Train figured out who exactly was the irresponsible slacker before Sven did. "Hey!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The frowny lady laughed, a little bit too loudly, too forced. "I just wanted to know why such a darling girl like you wasn't at school." And in the company of at least one punkish looking older guy and one even older more roguish gentleman with an eye-patch.
"I'm home schooled." Eve dead panned.
"She's extremely intelligent." Sven agreed, lighting a new cigarette. He grinned, flicking the ash off the tip. "Much smarter than her older brother."
"Hey!"
"I should be testing into college this year." Eve added guilelessly. At least she was reading college level textbooks in any case. Maybe she should look into that sometime. They had internet courses now, maybe that would work with the amount of travel that they did.
"Oh, I see! Terribly sorry!" The woman laughed again, shrill and obnoxious. "Well, you just have a nice day now. Bai-bai!"
And the frowny lady bid a hasty departure. Eve wasn't sad to see her go.
Train rubbed his knuckles into the top of her scalp. "WHO is an irresponsible slacker?!" He demanded.
Eve smirked mischievously at him, not bothering to hide her amusement. "Would you have rather I said that you and Sven are Partners?"
Sven choked.
-fin-
Life with Eve: The Talk
The thief-for-hire hadn't seen them in a while, so Eve put up with the sudden hugs and the cooing over how cute she is. Rinslet meant well so Eve bit down on comment that she can't help how she looks, she was was made that way. The odds are that no one would take it well.
Then Rinslet paused, frowning slightly as she peered closer at Eve. And in a sudden territorial attack, slung an arm around Eve's neck, announced it was time for some Girl's Time, they'd see the boys later and bodily dragged Eve off.
What followed was a drag off to a wonder coffee house that served the best chocolate desserts Eve had tasted and a very serious faced Rinslet giving her The Talk, because Eve wasn't as little as she was when they had first met.
Eve listened without comment, eating her cake.
And then calmly and factually gave Rinslet her own Talk, a more thorough version, with recommendations for books and articles. Once the thief stopped blushing and recovered her composure, Eve was thoroughly hugged again and dragged off for bra shopping.
It was late when they finally met up with the guys again, Train was his usual slightly nosy self and wanted to investigate the bags. Which somehow resulted in Rinslet trying to convince Sven to use one of Eve's new silky lacy bras as an eye-patch, which Eve ignored in favour of a new psychology book.
And the new bras were nice, but she just didn't have the heart to tell Rinslet that with the amount of fighting that they did on an apparently frequent and random basis, she much preferred the support of the sports bras she'd gotten when Annette gave her The Talk several months back.
-fin-
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Date: 2006-04-28 11:20 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed reading this.
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Date: 2006-04-28 11:27 pm (UTC)Thanks! I'm glad I got Eve right, have a hard time getting a grasp on her character.
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Date: 2006-04-29 12:37 am (UTC)