Disclaimer- I do not own Noir.
This story is rated M for shoujo-ai content and disturbing thoughts.
Does contain some spoilers for series.

"BY HATE FORGED, BY LOVE SAVED"

It was ironic to think that the person who was causing Mireille so much pleasure at this moment, had also caused her a lifetime of pain. When did the pleasure cancel out the pain? Or did it?

The pleasure was so exquisite. All Mireille could do was arch back and cry out, as Kirika moved her tongue around her in just the right way.

The tall, blond Corsican beauty suddenly went still as the tremors shook her body. Kirika, the smaller Japanese girl, was back up at her side in an instant wrapping her arms around her and softly kissing her face.

"Mireille..I love you." the girl told her softly. She said it to her every night before they went to sleep since they had returned from the Manor.

Mireille turned and looked into Kirika's red black eyes(Eyes of a killer..)Mireille shook that thought from her mind. (NO! She LOVED this girl!) The blonde kissed the top of her partner's head. "I love you too, Kirika. Go to sleep".

Which Kirika did almost immediately, their session had exhausted them both. Sleep didn't come as easy for Mireille, she stared at her partner as she slept. She was of a slight built, and very pretty. She looked so angelic as she lay there sleeping.

She wasn't an angel though. She was far more a devil than an angel. Mireille wasn't one either. She had been an assassin for hire. Kirika, this innocent looking girl, her own lover WAS a highly trained killing machine.

Mireille knew she was not really a true match for her.

Mireille had nightmares of Kirika losing control, of her lover killing her in her sleep. Like tonight she had trouble falling asleep, afraid. Every muscle, every nerve and every reflex in Kirika's body knew how to kill.

She HAD been the one to kill Mireille's family, after all.

How could you love the person that killed your family? Mireille wondered, but she knew the answer. Kirika had been part of a sick scheme by Altena and Soldats, trying to make perfect killers out of little children. Mireille herself had been a small girl when her family was killed and she was only a few years older than the Japanese girl herself. Kirika had been brain-washed and was only following orders. She had lost so much also. Mireille HAD forgiven Kirika, she needed and loved her and they had faced many trials together. But she still was a bit afraid of her.

It's funny how Kirika turned out to be her lover after all the times the blond had promised to kill her. They both had fought and tried to destroy each other with hate. Just like Altena had wanted. In the end though, love saved them both.

So they were bound together- by fate, blood, hate but mostly love.

End