Author's Note: A little Train and Saya drabble, not pairing wise though. Just Train meeting her in a dream after Creed kills her. It's not very good, more of a vent fic than a quality oneshot.

The world was a haze, not the terrible distorted haze that follows a head injury or motion sickness, but a sweet subtle haze that did little more than soften the colors of the world and enhance the idea that reality had slipped away from him. Which Train was completely fine with that of course, he could use a break from reality for a little while. He embraced the hazy world and walked across the rooftop he'd found himself on, walked to the very edge of it and tilted his head back to watch the colors explode in the sky. Fireworks. "They're beautiful, aren't they Saya?" He asked with a smile, knowing she would be there if he turned around.

A soft giggle was heard only a few steps behind him. "Of course they are, but I'm surprised you came to watch them with me Train. I did tell you to forget about me, you know."

He scoffed. "As if I could ever do that. You changed me." And then he did turn around, facing the bright eyed grinning girl in the floral yukata. She giggled again and shook her head, the short chocolate tresses brushing her cheeks as she did. "No I didn't. you changed yourself, I just helped a little bit."

"Mm, if you say so." He turned back to the vibrant fireworks that bloomed in blackness. He extended his hand his slightly to the left, and then Saya was at his side, slipping her own slender hand into it. They locked fingers and Train valued the way that he could really feel her there, despite the haze and the faint unhappy knowledge that dwelled in the back of his mind. The knowledge that this was a dream, and when he woke up she would be gone again.

His hand tightened just slightly around hers. There wasn't anything romantic about their contact, Train's relationship with Saya was never of that nature, hadn't been when she was alive and would never be now that she wasn't. It was a strong relationship nonetheless, deep and not explained by the simple term 'friendship.'

"Here comes the finale." She whispered with playful excitement, and if the fireworks were great before, they were marvelous now. Gold, sliver, red, blue, purple and green bursted in the air all at once, followed by the thunderous booming and the cheerful yells of the people watching below. Saya's hand slide from Train's and she ran it through her silky dark locks, then retrieving a bottle of milk from the pocket in the yukata where in life she'd kept her gun. "And now for a drink!" She declared happily, popping the top of and putting the bottle to her lips.

She drank heartily and in the most unladylike fashion Train could imagine, making sounds that were not quite slurps and chugging until the bottle was halfway empty. He found it endearing, but in a bittersweet way. The world was getting hazier, and reality was pushing its way into his escape. She did a little twirl when she finished and then held the bottle out to him.

Train took it gratefully and downed the rest of the bottle, a part of him hoping that would bring back the initial state of the dream, the one where he was only vaguely aware that a dream was indeed where he was. The state where Saya's death was a faint comprehension in the back of his head, and not at the forefront threatening to turn into more of a painful memory than a cruel fact.

The milk didn't help at all, soon the bottle was dissolving and now the world was dissolving. She was starting to dissolve too, but just before she was completely gone, he could feel her soft hands cupping his face. "It's okay Train. Okay to forget." Her gentle smile and sea green eyes were the last things he saw before the dream completely faded into nothing.