Children of the Night.


Authors Notes.

So this is my first ever fanfic, so please be gentle, it's an attempt at a Hellsing/Noir Crossover, and will probably contain some romance squashed between the action, so if you don't like that sorry. The pairings will be Kirika/Mireille, and i think Alucard/Seras though i would welcome any other ideas. Please review my work and don't be afraid to criticise it, your input will make this and my later fanfics better. Please e-mail me if you wish to suggest any big changes or new ideas. Oh, and sorry about the chapter heads, the assassin's bible is some quirk i thought up, apologies about the prologue one being so rubbish. And i won't normally talk this long. Read and enjoy.

Disclaimer,; I own neither Noir nor Hellsing, in fact I own just about nothing in this fic so don't get over excited. About the only original thing is the Assassin's Bible.


Prologue. Assassin's Bible; Computers are Like Dogs, Treat Them Well, and they'll Treat you Well. Annoy them… and they bite. They Don't Tend to Crap Everywhere Though, So That's a Little Better.


Professional assassin for hire Mireille Bouquet sat on the steel chair behind the pool table that served as her desk, avidly studying the computer screen in front of her. Or at least, she was pretending to.

What really occupied her attention was the reticent girl sitting at her chair staring out of the window, seemingly staring at the sky. Yuumura Kirika. A small dark haired slight Japanese girl, she was dressed in light blue jeans and a dark green parka. Really she looked like any normal girl. Maybe with problems, sure, her expressionless face and deadpan brown eyes would leave many people nervous, but they would not associate her as anything different than a young school girl.

None but Mireille saw her for what she really was. Or perhaps more accurately no one else survived after witnessing it. Kirika was a deadly assassin. Perhaps… no, defenitely more skilled than Mireille herself. Though in truth she hated admitting that a young girl was better than herself, especially after her years of experience. Unfortunately it was true; the girl knew uncounted martial arts and possessed the ability to kill with anything she could get her hands on. Christ, she'd killed at least two people with a fork!

Despite this ability Mireille continued to feel protective towards the quiet girl, or perhaps because of this ability? Despite her awesome skill, Kirika despised killing. She hid it well, but Mireille knew the girl had nightmares, she would toss and turn in her sleep and sometimes even start crying. Kirika hated that there was blood on her hands, that she was a sinner.

Personally Mireille was fine with the killing, it was her job and it was what she had been trained to do. She neither hated nor enjoyed it. She had to kill to survive. Maybe that was why Kirika hated it so much…? Did she enjoy the killing? Or was she still afraid of that other side of herself? The demon she seemed to harbour within her mind, the one which Chloe had awoken so long ago on the rooftops of Paris.

Mireille wished they could retire, live a normal life together. Kirika could attend a school, be like a normal sixteen year old. But no. It couldn't be. They were Noir, two maidens who governed death as the lines went. Two parts of an infallible team of assassins which had haunted Europe for over a thousand years. It was not this that kept them on the black road, the beliefs and religions of the Soldats held no sway over them. However their armed hitmen did.

Mireille remembered the day they had left the manor for home. Kirika had recovered well, and whilst she was recovering Mireille had gone to see Remi Breffort, a high ranking official in the Soldats. He had warned her that failure to remain as Noir would result in the Soldats simply raising another pair to take their place, and killing them. It had not been a threat, just a warning. He had assured her that they would not have to follow any orders, just simply being seen as assassins would keep the council from taking action. And with that he had wished them good luck, for the third time since she had met him.

So here they were, still as assassins, trained and dangerous. Soldats occasionally sent tests, those "trials" as Althena had called them. Only a few men, just enough that Noir could easily kill them, but if they became untrained and lazy? Not a chance. It was Soldat's way of keeping them on their toes. And Mireille hated it!

Still the life had it's perks, wealth was flowing into them. Jobs had become much more difficult, resulting in less experienced assassins biting it, it left more jobs for them. As Noir, they received the most dangerous.

The apartment had been refurbished too. After the gunfight with the masked goons so long ago the room had been left a right mess. The walls were riddled with holes, and her computer had looked like Swiss cheese. It had been repaired to much the same state it had been. Even with the pool table for a desk, despite the fact they never played it. However there were a few additions, the kitchen was bigger, and they had made room for a long couch and a large plasma TV. They rarely watched it, but the option was now there.

"What's the matter?" Kirika asked quietly, the girl's voice barely above a whisper, the young girl rarely raised her voice.

"Huh?" Mireille replied confused, Kirika in turn smiled slightly as she tilted her head to one side. It made Mireille feel good, the girl didn't smile enough by her reckoning.

"You were staring." Kirika replied with amusement in her voice. Mireille blushed slightly at being caught so obviously staring and mumbled some vain excuse. Kirika smiled again slightly before her face retuned to it's normal expressionless look.

Mireille turned back to her computer and logged onto the internet quickly, checking her various e-mail accounts for any job offers. They were, and had been in assassin limbo for the past two months. Waiting for a job. Mireille sighed in frustration, was the world so huggy-huggy all of a sudden? Where the bloody people who wanted to kill each other?

Bing-bing-da-da-ding. The computer chimed, alerting her that she had new mail.

She snarled at it.

Kirika smiled in amusement as her partner snarled at the computer screen. Kirika knew with great amusement how her partner hated it for doing that. The tall blonde had, on various occasions, expressed her contempt for the computer, and the; "Bloody fanfare it had to make whenever something happened!"

Kirika switched her look back to the back streets of Paris the window overlooked. But her mind turned back to Mireille the tall blonde beautiful woman who was Kirika's partner, and only true friend continued to confuse her. Well actually many things about her confused Kirika. How could she stay with the person who had killed her family? How could she risk her life for a girl with nothing to offer? Why didn't she turn the sound off the computer if she hated it so much? Well that last one worried her less, but still confused her.

But more importantly, what were Mireille's feelings for Kirika herself? Kirika thought she was sure of her feelings, she loved the French woman. She had poured her heart out in that letter, and told Mireille the truth. But in return Mireille had said nothing. Oh, she had been much more friendly and kind. They talked more often and sometimes Kirika would wake up with Mireille hugging her in the bed they shared. But did she love her? Or was she simply pitying her? Or just rolling over in her sleep?

But if that was so… why did Mireille spend so much time staring dreamily at her? Did she simply assume that Kirika knew? Or was she still battling her confusion. Whatever the reason, it only served to make Kirika more confused, and less confident.

"AHA!" The blonde crowed triumphantly. Kirika quickly looked up at her, she was smiling as she motioned Kirika over. Kirika slowly stood and walked around the pool table, standing behind Mireille with her arm resting on the back of the blonde's chair. On the computer was an open e-mail. Kirika read the first word. Noir.

"Who's hiring?" Kirika asked, not bothering to read the mail, Mireille busied herself with the information gathering. Kirika would become bored far too easily.

"It doesn't say…" Mireille replied suspiciously. "But it says that a quarter of the offered amount has already been transferred to our bank account. On the hopes that we'll accept…" Kirika remained silent. Mireille quickly opened up another window and brought up their bank balance screen, indeed an extra quarter of a million had been added. " A million if we succeed!" Mireille whispered.

They had never received a job with such a large pay before, assassination was expensive sure, the average case paid three hundred thousand euros. But a million…

"Do we accept?" Mireille asked, "The job is to kill some head of an organisation in Britain. Do you think we should do it?"

That was another change with their lifestyle, and one that made Kirika smile. Mireille now asked her opinion, and would accept or decline a job on her suggestion.

"I think we should accept." Kirika replied. They needed the job, and the pay would keep them going for the next wait between jobs.

"Alright!" Mireille replied, furiously typing an e-mail back to the sender, requesting any information as well as confirming that they accepted. It took four attempts, the computer kept crashing. Kirika had to wonder if she'd ever see this computer again. The angry expression on Mireille's face suggesting that she might not.

"The target's one Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing." Mireille stated angrily before picking up and cocking her Walther. The screen exploded in quite a satisfactory manner.


So the prologue ends, sorry it was so short and rubbish, but my later chapters are better i promise. In this prologue i had to set the scene.