Author's note : As the title already implies, this story is a sequel to "My Lasts". It is weird if I submit it as a new chapter to "My Lasts", so I decide to make a new story out of it. So if you don't know how the previous story goes, you won't regret to read it first.
Anyway, this story is not necessarily sad. Heartbreaking, perhaps, but not really sad. I don't know yet, since the end is still blurry for me. I really hope that you will give me feedbacks to this story, so please review and tell me your opinion. Thanks and enjoy.

My Lasts II

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Mireille loaded her Walther, her eyes closed. It had been four days since she began remembering the past again. The bitter past which never really became the past. It never faded.

"Mireille…"

"Mireille…?"

"I love you so much, Mireille..."

Kirika's face, Kirika's smiling face, Kirika's shy and fragile profile…

The Walther hit the table a bit harder than Mireille wanted it to.

Kirika's… desperate, crying face…

"There is no more time left for me, Mireille,"

Mireille breathed heavily. It had been two years since it happened. Kirika's last journey. Their last meeting with the Soldats. Since then Mireille never heard of Soldats ever again. That's great.

The reason why she suddenly remembered the whole thing again was because of her mission this time. To Japan.

Mireille had never thought that she would eventually come back to this place again. She never intended to return to Japan ever again. Not there.

Japan was the place which reminded her about Kirika's lung cancer the most. It was the place where she saw how the cancer robbed Kirika's health gradually.

Sure, Mireille said to herself as she packed her luggages, Japan was the place where they mostly spent their last moments together without any kind of assasination or mission or attack. It was a nice, peaceful, but too short a time to spend together.

That's why, ten minutes later, Mireille half-heartedly dragged herself out of her apartment.
She nearly missed her flight, but deep inside her heart she wished she really had missed it. A non professional thought, but… noone could really blame her for acting like this.

Her next task was to eliminate a whole family discretely. She was supposed to finish the task in count of hours and to return back to Paris immediately so that noone could track her down. It wasn't a difficult task, but her client insisted that it was done as soon as possible.
Since Mireille didn't want to stay longer in Japan anyway, she agreed to the condition without making any fuss.

Dressed casually as usual the next afternoon, Mireille walked down the street along the neatly ordered houses. It was unnecessary to look around as if she was looking for some address. She already knew where the family exactly lived. After all she had studied the area plan in the hotel the night before.
Her client had been pretty helpful with the house and family description as well. It wouldn't be a difficult task at all.

Quickly and precisely. No problem.

Then she was thrown back to reality as a girl bumped into her.
Mireille's eyes grew bigger as she saw the mass of black hair covering the girl's head.

Kirika!

But it wasn't Kirika. It was only a normal Japanese girl. Japanese people commonly had black hairs.
The girl looked up at her, looking really embarassed.
"Gomen nasai!" she said, bowingly.

"Uh, oh.." Mireilla didn't know how to respond. She wished she had learned some Japanese from Kirika all the time they lived together.
But it wasn't really necessary since the girl scurried away afterwards, leaving Mireille gaping at her back.

Now that she truly saw the people around, she realized that she wasn't really used to so many black-haired people around her. The only person with black hair whom she really had interest in was Kirika. In Europe Kirika was surely something like a "rare item". In Japan, she was only one of those girls who were crossing the street laughingly like now.

As they met the first time, Kirika wore a school uniform. Where had this uniform gone, by the way? Slowly Mireille lost track of Kirika's personal belongings. Worse than that, Kirika didn't have so many things she brought with her from Japan.
Hmph, Mireille chuckled ironically. Shame on you, Mireille Bouquet. And you even told Kirika in front of her grave that you wanted to live together with her again in your heart?

It didn't take long before Mireille finally reached the house. It was a beautiful, small house which was just a perfect place for three people to live in. Too bad this family would be gone in a few moments…

Mireille rang on the gate. A middle-aged European woman came out of the house, looking surprised to see Mireille.

"Mrs. Sanders?"

"I am so sorry that you have to come here to deliver these documents. Actually I prefer to get these documents personally from him." said Mr. Sanders, checking on the large envelop Mireille just handed over to him.

"Mr. Chestley really does appreciate you, Mr. Sanders. It is all my pleasure."

Mireille stared at the cups of tea and cakes in front of her. She was trying her best to stall, since she had to eliminate the daughter as well, but it had been two hours now. She couldn't wait anymore. The flight set off in three hours. She grabbed for her Walther inside her jacket.

Mr. Sanders was no longer alive as Mrs. Sanders entered the living room. Mireille spared her the sight of her dead husband by killing her right away. A shot right to her heart. Mrs. Sanders had a surprised look in her eyes. Apparently she never thought that Mireille was up to kill them.

After checking the pulse of Mr. and Mrs. Sanders and making sure that they were no longer alive, Mireille tried her best to arrange a quick plan to finish the daughter before she could see her dead parents and spoil the whole secret plan. It appeared that the daughter also knew her client as well, and that her client was the only person who wanted to kill them.

Mireille didn't have to plan further. A scream coming from behind her revealed the daughter of the house, who apparently came inside from the back door.
Mireille spun around and pointed the gun at the girl. She was close from pulling the trigger, but the sight of the girl lamed her totally.

There were so many black-haired girls out there… so many black-haired girls who wore uniforms but there was no way she could mistook any of them as Kirika!
And yet the girl who stood before her right now couldn't resemble Kirika more. The same short cut hair, the same frightened face, the same figure!
Mireille's gun fell from her shaking hand. She couldn't move her body out of shock. And at that time the girl came to consciousness and screamed loudly.

Mireille rushed forward in horror and knocked the girl down. She fainted, and the situation settled down, but from the noises outside the house Mireille realized that the whole thing was ruined. She should better escape while possible.
Since she could leave any witness, she should kill the girl here….
Mireille picked her gun and pointed it at the girl. The girl, who was just alike to Kirika.

"Damn it!" cursed Mireille. She rushed to the front door, put barricades so that people couldn't come in easily, and dragged the girl out of the house through the back door.