"As a straight shooter, let me get to the point."
"I'm sorry Kirika, I'm straight" Mireille said to me bluntly.
I didn't want to hear those lies out of her mouth. It cannot be, maybe my ears went into Alice in Wonderland. No this is Kirika in Wonderland. "This cannot be true" as I sipped my Orange Pekoe tea which was glowing a little in red.
"Kirika, you have to accept the truth. Like your own truth. The past and the present doesn't lie" Mireille conferred in her dignified but cold voice.
"But Mireille, we are in the same bed together"
"That doesn't make us lovers, Kirika. And weren't you interested in that painting man Milan?" Mireille asked with a little tinge of jealousy.
"No it's not like that Mireille, I just love art."
"Even if that's the case, I cannot become gay by just pulling the trigger. Kirika"
Mireille became heated, her face glowed a kind of bright red as the air went from hot to cold and hot again.
"I'm sorry I have to say this, but I'll be dating with a man tomorrow"
"Oh?" I said sadly
Mireille breathed a frustrated sigh as she took a mouthful of her potato gratin.
"As I feared, you might be the greatest assassin on Earth but you do not have the maturity for relationships"
"But I am a straight shooter, you know. I've met a handsome young man and I am attracted to him"
"I see" I replied looking left to the pair of pool balls dangling in the pocket.
Mireille obviously got the hint and like an adult lecturing a child said
"Yes I might have casual sex with him. I am French, sex before marriage that's an American thing? No?"
"You know I'm not a virgin"
I looked down on my chest rather inadequately knowing I cannot please Mireille.
"I'm sure you'll find a good man" Mireille sighed as she sipped my cup of tea.
"Will I? Mireille? Will I? I like only women you know!" I cried
"Sacre Bleu! Homosexuality is a sin Kirika!"
"And murder isn't?" I blurted
I pulled my german pistol from my pocket and said
"If I knew this, you should have just killed me in the graveyard!"
In an instant Mireille slapped me in the face and I went to the ground begging.
"Please Mireille, tell me this is all not true! Please I do anything for your pleasure. Don't tell me you are straight, you fooled me, you lied to me all along!"
"You're the one who is kidding yourself Kirika. Get straight up! This is pathetic!"
"At least tell me the name of the man you're dating?" I cried while catching my breath
"John, John Smith"
After those words I started gasping for air.
"Kirika!, Kirika!"
"Stop suffocating under my breasts!"
I suddenly opened my eyes into Mireille's bra and flushed my cheeks in embarassment.
"Another of your nightmares Kirika?"
I nodded quietly as I shedded a tear.
"For the world's top assassin you sure have a lot of performance anxiety"
As I was about to talk about my dreams
"Let's straighten this out Kirika, close your eyes"
I felt a moist and warm sensation as Mireille kissed into my forehead.
"Kirika, I... I love you" Mireille said softly as she gently stroked my short hair.
"Our relationship is whatever you want it to be."
"There is no need to be scared this will end up like a bad cable show."
"You just have to believe"