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Noir Fanfic
5-7-02
Feedback please.
The phone is ringing; it has been for the past few moments.
It's probably an emergency, or a job that waits for my taking, yet I
feel reluctant to answer whoever may be on the other side of the line.
Indolent? Not really.
She looks up slowly, seeming as if this is her first time
realizing the repeating shrieks coming from the machine. "Mireille?"
Her chocolate tinted eyes look curiously at me. I shake my head, feeling
strands of hair tickling my left cheek.
"It's okay." Her mouth opens, I know she wants to ask me something,
but she shuts it again, keeping whatever's bothering her to herself. As always.
The phone finally stops ringing when I get up from my seat. I survey around myself,
the loft is a complete mess. I really need to do something about it. "Kirika?"
Again, her gaze lands upon me, silent curiosity overflowing her auburn pools
once again. Involuntarily, a small grin pulled itself across my lips, and I notice
her mirroring the same tiny smile. I wonder if she ever notices how she feels the feeling
that I feel. Perhaps, just maybe, we're not that different after all.
I look around the house again, then back at her. "Don't you think it's about time we
clean this place up?" She looked around quietly, I continued before she could reply.
Somehow, I knew she was going to agree, who wouldn't? "We're going to have to replace
a lot of the furniture, care to accompany me for some shopping."
"Uhn." Short and simple, I didn't expect anything else from her. She swiftly
pushes herself up her the chair. Kirika pulls on her jacket before she continues
moving on to the entrance of the loft. I pick up my pink purse, and leave all the
unnecessary things on the pool table. Her eyes widen as I walk towards her. I don't
blame her for being surprised; this is probably the first time I've gone outside without
my gun for a really long time. Her questioning look lingers on me even until I was
done putting on my leather boots. Again, she keeps her question in. Her hand reaches
for the knob, but before she gets to it, the phone rings again.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
By the fourth time, I place my hand on her outstretched hand, and softly,
push it down against the door knob, opening the door. I step out of the house, Kirika
remains inside, staring at the ringing phone.
"Mireille?" I grasp her tiny hands within mine, and pull her out of the house.
The door shuts soundly behind her, and for the first time, I smile with true genuine at
Kirika.
Screw job, screw assassins, screw soldats, screw plants, screw Althena, screw
Chloe, screw guns, screw men, screw the underworld… screw you, Noir.
"C'mon, Kirika. We're starting anew."
---End---
It's really late. I am tired. I don't know what to say. Thanks for reading.
Give me a thumb up or thumb down once you have the time. Thanks.
O felice… tu anima mia…
- Chizuru
Noir Fanfic
5-7-02
Feedback please.
The phone is ringing; it has been for the past few moments.
It's probably an emergency, or a job that waits for my taking, yet I
feel reluctant to answer whoever may be on the other side of the line.
Indolent? Not really.
She looks up slowly, seeming as if this is her first time
realizing the repeating shrieks coming from the machine. "Mireille?"
Her chocolate tinted eyes look curiously at me. I shake my head, feeling
strands of hair tickling my left cheek.
"It's okay." Her mouth opens, I know she wants to ask me something,
but she shuts it again, keeping whatever's bothering her to herself. As always.
The phone finally stops ringing when I get up from my seat. I survey around myself,
the loft is a complete mess. I really need to do something about it. "Kirika?"
Again, her gaze lands upon me, silent curiosity overflowing her auburn pools
once again. Involuntarily, a small grin pulled itself across my lips, and I notice
her mirroring the same tiny smile. I wonder if she ever notices how she feels the feeling
that I feel. Perhaps, just maybe, we're not that different after all.
I look around the house again, then back at her. "Don't you think it's about time we
clean this place up?" She looked around quietly, I continued before she could reply.
Somehow, I knew she was going to agree, who wouldn't? "We're going to have to replace
a lot of the furniture, care to accompany me for some shopping."
"Uhn." Short and simple, I didn't expect anything else from her. She swiftly
pushes herself up her the chair. Kirika pulls on her jacket before she continues
moving on to the entrance of the loft. I pick up my pink purse, and leave all the
unnecessary things on the pool table. Her eyes widen as I walk towards her. I don't
blame her for being surprised; this is probably the first time I've gone outside without
my gun for a really long time. Her questioning look lingers on me even until I was
done putting on my leather boots. Again, she keeps her question in. Her hand reaches
for the knob, but before she gets to it, the phone rings again.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
By the fourth time, I place my hand on her outstretched hand, and softly,
push it down against the door knob, opening the door. I step out of the house, Kirika
remains inside, staring at the ringing phone.
"Mireille?" I grasp her tiny hands within mine, and pull her out of the house.
The door shuts soundly behind her, and for the first time, I smile with true genuine at
Kirika.
Screw job, screw assassins, screw soldats, screw plants, screw Althena, screw
Chloe, screw guns, screw men, screw the underworld… screw you, Noir.
"C'mon, Kirika. We're starting anew."
---End---
It's really late. I am tired. I don't know what to say. Thanks for reading.
Give me a thumb up or thumb down once you have the time. Thanks.
O felice… tu anima mia…
- Chizuru