Crossover fic of Noir and Gunslinger Girl, but mainly Noir. Continuation... sort of. If you don't know Gunslinger Girls very well, don't worry, it's just an excuse to get Chloe back. And if you don't know Noir, well why are you reading this? And normal disclaimer. I don't own Noir or Gunslinger Girls they're owned by Ryoe Tsukimura, Bee Train, Victor Entertainment, and Yu Aida, ADV Manga, Media Works; respectively.

Authors notes

"Mmm" is just the symbol I'm using to try and convey Kirika's way of speaking.

Strong shoujo ai in a few chapters. (Already have it written, but I don't know how to work it in yet)

Grammar mistakes under quotation marks are intentional, (everything else is a mistake.)

Knifeslinger Girl

Life at the Social Welfare Agency had been going slow for Matteo Pegolatti, well, life in general. A few years ago his cover was blown during an operation that gone wrong, and now the wrong people knew his face. Instead of disappearing in to a life of hiding, a friend of his introduced him to the Social Welfare Agency. It was an Italian government agency that carried out anti-terrorism and other special operations when normal means just weren't enough.

Now this isn't the normal run-of-the-mill government sponsored special ops division, not that special ops divisions are very run-of-the-mill... Little was known about this agency. Rumor has it that this agency used little girls to assassinate politicians. Truth be known this agency is much darker than that. They start by taking sick or dying children and implant robotic body parts in there bodies to turn them in to killing machines. Then they brainwash them, turning them in to brainless loyal puppets.

And that was Matteo's problem, not that he had gotten himself stuck right in the middle of a morally corrupt organization that toyed with life and death, no. His problem was that there was no sick or dying kids, well none for him. After Alessandro got Petrushka, Matteo spent months waiting for his own cyborg. It had gotten to the point where he was wishing a school bus would crash or the black plague would start spreading. He knew that was wrong to hope for, but he hated being stuck in the office. There was this blond girl that had been brought in, but her cancer was too far along, the engineers couldn't get the implants working right. He was sad to hear she didn't make it, sad, but not for her.

On his way home for the night, another member of the Agency jogged up behind Matteo and stopped him. "Matteo, do you have a minute?" Hilshire asked. Hilshire was an older man with a lot of pull at the office. "Sure," Matteo nodded and added, "Call me Matt." Matt had never really talked to Hilshire before, other than a brief introduction and the occasional graces in the hallways. "Ok, Matt, I've heard rumor of a new girl heading in tomorrow. She's in her early teens, athletic build, and I think she's coming to us from France." That Matt got excited. "France?" He asked. "What's her condition? Is it that bad that they'd send her all the way to us" Hilshire smiled, "The strange thing is, she's not sick, she was stabbed by a fork, and it nearly killed her. It doesn't make sense that we'd get her, since we usually don't get subjects who were hurt physically. Someone at the top must be pulling some strings." Matt laughed, "She was stabbed by a fork?! I guess she wont make very much of an assassin."

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Mireille looked up from her computer, "Kirika, we have a job." "Mmm" The cute teenage Japanese girl answered from the other side of the room. Mireille continued. "The target doesn't seem all that important, but the pay is good. Looks like some low level government worker, but for the money their offering, it must be something personal, or their trying to silence someone who knows too much." "Mmm," Kirika replied, thoughtfully. Mireille agreed. "We'll be leaving for Italy in a few days. From the dossier they sent, it looks like our target likes to spend days off at local museums and the opera. I want you dressed up for this one, so tomorrow we'll go out and get you a new dress." Kirika sighed. Mireille had the sense for fashion, just as any tall, blond, French woman should. Where as Kirika only grew up with the sense for death. For her, clothing only had to serve a purpose. Mireille went on, "And we'll need to get you some new shoes too." Kirika looked out the window. "And we'll get your hair did and and get you some make up, and, oh, this'll be fun!" If she were anybody else, Kirika would have killed her. But because she needed Mireille, she chose to just put up with it, staring out the window as hard as she could.

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For the first time in a long time Matt was excited to go to work. So much so, that he spilled his coffee down his pants, making him late for work. "Matteo you're late." Dr. Bianchi, the lead engineer told him. "Sorry sir." The doctor gave Matt a look of disapproval, "Do you know why you were sent to me this morning?" Matt lied,"No sir," The doctor lead Matt in to one of the rooms. "We've got a girl lined up for you. She came in from France yesterday. Someone found her, stabbed nearly to death in a field. They sent her to a hospital, but the doctors couldn't help her, so, they sent her to us." "Who is she?" Matt asked. Dr. Bianchi looked down, "Well, they didn't know. No identification on her, they said her clothing was strange, something out of the olden days. The only thing they sent with her was the weapon that killed her." Matt looked puzzled, "Why would they send that?" "Well, it was to hard to remove, we'll remove it during the implant process, if you want her." "Well, where is she?" Dr. Bianchi led them down to the room where she was sleeping, or, to be more exact, in a coma. "Here she is." Matt looked at his soon to be partner. The first thing he noticed was her hair, purple. "Purple?!" He asked. Dr. Bianchi laughed, "Yes, purple, and the thing is, the doctors say it's real." Matt wondered what the doc meant by that "Well doc, I think she'll do fine. When do you think she'll be ready?" "Should be ready in two weeks. You just need to think of a name, we'll do the rest." Matt smiled, "Thank you doctor. I can't wait to see her when she's finished."

End

I know it was short, and I jumped around a bit, but later chapters will try and focus on one story ark per chapter. And I know people always ask readers to read and review, and I never understood why until now. I'm writing this story not just for myself, but for the fans of the series. So I while I'm writing this I'll try to keep the reader in mind. So if something bugs you, or if there's something you would like to see worked in to the story, or any other kind of suggestions, feel free to let me know.