Disclaimer: I Do Not own Noir. (POUT) This story is rated T just to be safe. This is a P.O.V. piece of Mireille Bouquet that deals with her thoughts on different things that happen to her throughout the series. This spoils the first episode only.

A Bouquet of Memories

Chapter 1- Make a Pilgrimage for the past with me.

It had been a ordinary day so far. I had gotten home from a morning of shopping and breakfast, and I was just checking to see if any new assignments had come in for me. Then my email popped up with a new message.

Suddenly a picture of a young girl flashed on my screen, with the name of Kirika Yumura, underneath it. Then the words "Make a pilgrimage for the past, with me." scrolled across the bottom of my screen.

I read the words aloud, and shook my head. "Whatever...this is stupid." I said dismissively, as I got up from my computer. I began to walk away when a song began to play...a hauntingly beautiful song...one I knew I had heard before. The song sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't believe I was hearing it again. I knew that I would have to find out what this message was all about. Little did I know how much this event would change my life.

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Japan-

The Japanese girl was standing with her back to me. She was small, with a lean, athletic build, and was wearing a school uniform. She seemed to sense my presence as soon as I walked up, but she didn't turn around.

I waited for her to turn around while I crossed my arms. "Shall we talk? Suppose we start with who you are!" I asked firmly.

The girl suddenly moved. With a flick of her wrist, I heard the familiar haunting melody begin to play again.

Before I could say or do anything, the girl took off. (Just great!) I thought as I ran after her, but realized within a few minutes I had lost track of her. It turns out I had followed her into an old, abandoned warehouse. I could feel someone after me. So I ran, jumped, and did everything I could to get away. I wondered what kind of trap I might have unwittingly walked into. Finally, I felt confident that I was safe. So I went to look for the girl again.

As dusk was approaching, I finally found her. She was sitting atop one of the long construction beams, looking down at an object in her hands that was playing the same melody from my past. I was getting really tired of this game.

I walked up to her with my gun drawn. "End of the line? Not much of a pilgrimage, huh?" I said sarcastically.

The words were barely out of my mouth when the girl spoke.

"Noir..? I knew you would come. I've been waiting.." she said in the softest voice I had ever heard.

"Noir!" I said, shocked. I had heard of that before. What did she mean?

Then she stood up and faced me, her big eyes burned across to mine. I saw such a longing in those brown eyes...I felt mesmerized...and... strange...what was this girl to me?

Then I noticed her look behind me as I felt a bullet whiz by me. Someone was shooting at me. I turned around and returned fire. As soon as these men started shooting at me, the girl jumped down from her high perch, and jumped across and ran away. "You little..." I said angrily. (She led me into a trap!) I had thought.

I was able to take out the three men shooting at me fairly easy. I then ran for cover because I knew there were more. I could hear shooting in other parts of the warehouse and I wondered (Aren't they after me? Who are they?). After I felt fairly confident that it was safe, I slowly left my hiding place, and walked away to find a number of dead men lying about. They weren't ones I had killed either, and there were a lot of them.

I looked about in disbelief. "Don't tell me she did all of this?" That girl couldn't have caused all this death, could she?

I made my way slowly up the stairs, and came upon a large man suddenly. I aimed my gun at him, but for some reason I was a little slower than usual, and I was cold cocked by another man. I dropped my gun, and fell to the ground. The big man smiled as he stared at me. I wouldn't give them the pleasure of a look of fear on my face. If I was going to die now, so be it. I felt the cold metal of a gun against the side of my head, and waited for the end of my life.(Please let it be fast)

Suddenly, I heard a gunshot go off. Amazingly, I was still alive. I heard two more go off, and I felt the men around me fall to the ground. I looked up and saw the Japanese girl shoot another man behind me. She had saved me! I could only watch in shock and amazement as she flipped and turned, while she shot the others. She jumped in the air and took hold of another man's necktie, which she used to hang him with. I never saw anybody with skills like that before, and I thought I WAS impressive. What was this girl? I was stunned by her superb techniques.

The girl let go off the last man's necktie, and spoke in her soft, sweet voice. "It seems killing is something that I can do so easily. But why don't I feel sorrow for what I've done?" she asked, as tears ran down her face.

I just looked at her. She looked sorrowful, and tears were rolling down her face. This was all so strange. I felt both disturbed by her, and curious too. A very small part of me wanted to comfort her..but I didn't know how.

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Kirika Yumura's house-

The girl had wrapped my arm which I had hurt when I was ambushed by those men. "This is an excellent field dressing. Did you train as a medic?" I asked, genuinely surprised at how well she did.

"I don't know" she shrugged, as she put away the supplies.

"Don't you know anything anything about yourself?" I asked.

"No" she said.

I told her that this wasn't really her home, was it? I also told her how I had been checking into her background, and found out that she had only been at this house for half a year, and the parents had left for America three months earlier, leaving their so-called daughter behind to attend school. I went on to say that everything was forged, the school records, everything.

"Why would someone pretend to be your parents?" I asked pointedly.

She just nodded, as I said "Kirika Yumura, that's not your real name either."

She just nodded again, as she began to disassemble her gun.

"I have three questions" I began.

"Who are You? Where did you come from? And why are you here?" I asked firmly.

I looked down to see her gun totally disassembled, as she looked down at it with a puzzled look on her face.

"I don't know why I can do things like this. How can I know this when I know nothing else?" she said, sounding so lost.

She told me that she remembered coming to in her bedroom, and all she knew was the name "NOIR" and saw a school uniform hanging up, which when she walked over to, and reached into the pocket found her Id card with her picture and name of Yumura,Kirika. She glanced in the mirror and realized that her image matched the picture.

"When I came to, I was here. Who was I? I learned I know terrible things, But why?" she looked at me, with a pleading look in her eyes.

I looked at her. "And what about me?" I asked. I wondered why this girl had contacted me. I didn't need this in my life, but that song...

She looked at me with her big eyes. "Mireille Bouquet, A most trustworthy assassin for hire." she said simply, as she finished reassembling her gun and laid it down.

I then picked up the gun from the table, the one she said she had found in her dresser drawer when she came to. I clutched it to my face, as I said. "I know you found more than just this gun. You have one more thing you've been hiding...Take it OUT". I demanded sharply.

The girl looked taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and reached in her pocket, and put the silver pocket watch on the table. She opened it and the haunting melody began to play...I could only gasp as I saw the watch and heard the song. Soon I closed my eyes tight as I began to relieve the memory of that awful day. The worst day of my life...the one that ended my childhood and any chance for a happy life.

"Stop it!" I demanded, unable to listen to any more. It dawned on me suddenly "You know, don't you?" I said, thinking this had to be connected someway. The girl immediately closed the watch. She told me about being chased through the woods by the men we had fought earlier. It seemed like she had woke up with no memory, except the name Noir, the fake ID, her gun, killing skills, and the pocket watch.

"And then you contacted me?" I asked, wondering why.

"A pilgrimage to your past and mine." she said softly.

I pointed her gun at her for a moment, as her eyes went wide, and got a sad look to them. I flipped the gun around, and set it down. As much as I didn't want to get involved, I knew that she held some answers to my family's murders. In some way.

"Let's start with the simple fact that I kill people for a living. I'm not in business to help you!" I reminded her. "Then there's the fact that I have always preferred to work alone, and I intend to keep it that way." I said as I stood up, and began to walk away.

"Please, Mireille. I need your help. I need your help to find out what I am. I need your help until..until I find out that answer." The girl begged me. Her words and tone of voice tugged at my heart.

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I made arrangements for Kirika and I to fly back to France. Before we caught our plane, the girl wanted to say goodbye to her school. She sat at her desk and looked at the window. It seemed so sad. After a while of standing there watching her, I asked "So are you about done?" as she nodded a short little nod.

"I just don't understand it. Why you would want to say goodbye in a place like this?" I asked softly, as Kirika nodded again.

"Even when I was in a crowd, I was always alone." I couldn't help but quote, it seemed so right for her and myself too. She looked up at me at that.

"Sorry, that isn't mine. It's Ernest Hemingway, I think." I told her, as she stood up.

"I'm ready to leave now, Mireille." she said softly.

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France-

I watched Kirika as she slept in my bed. The trip had exhausted her. Somehow it felt comforting to watch her sleep. She was a pretty girl, but my mind went back to the promise we had made before we left Japan.

"You know what it is that I do for a living. And you know that means that I can't let you live." I told her gently, but firmly. I couldn't risk it any other way.

"Yes" she replied softly, like she accepted that fact without fear.

"Alright then, I'll team up with you. They are sure to come after us again, and when they do, there's something I want to ask them. And once that's over...I will kill you."

"I'll be waiting for that moment." the girl said softly.

And then I went over to my computer, and typed "Starting in Business- Noir"

If only I realized what a fool I was.

A/n- I am just experimenting with doing POV pieces on things that happened to Mireille during the series. This is the very first episode so there's not a lot to gather on what Mireille could have felt for Kirika yet. I may try to do a separate piece with Kirika's POV. Depends on how this does.