A/N: Noir drabble, Kirika-centered. I just wanted to sum up some of my thoughts on the series, and on Kirika and Mireille's relationship in particular.
Disclaimer: I don't own it...
...But if I did, THERE WOULD'VE BEEN AT LEAST ONE FREAKING KISS!!
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Every person is alone. To possess another person, or even to know him, is impossible, be he your child, your friend, your lover, your enemy….
Likewise, one person cannot belong to another. An end to solitude is a common but unattainable dream.
However, she is sure it had existed, for just a moment. Kirika had felt it then, a strange touch against her mind, a breath…. More than predicting the other girl's movements, it had been as if she were seeing through the other's eyes, sharing her lungs and her quicksilver body and her heart. It was exhilarating, that strange unison. Her body flowed and swayed and men fell like wind-cut bamboo around her and Chloe was always right there, always in the perfect spot, always at her back – exhilarating, joyous, perfectly strange and yet so familiar. That, a moment dipped in Soldat blood, had been the suspension of solitude.
She has never felt quite the same way with Mireille. They may be close – the woman is Kirika's partner, friend, lover with a cold blue glare – but Kirika has never reached that perfect harmony with her. Mireille is moody and unpredictable, changing from caustic to warm to teasingly far away. Mireille does not quite fit against Kirika's back.
Kirika does not understand. She wanted to belong somewhere, anywhere, even if she had to carve out that place with bullets and slink about under a name that shifted around her like a loose skin. And that moment with Chloe was a true belonging: shedding blood together as the true Noir. They knew one another completely. There was only peace, and oneness.
So she does not understand why, when Mireille bewilders her – when she vanishes unexpectedly for hours, only to return proudly bearing a bag of German sweets; when she emerges from the bathroom after four hours of crying and yelling at Kirika not to bother her, suddenly with a sweet smile on her perfectly-painted lips; when she kisses Kirika on the mouth for no reason at all in the middle of the street – Kirika does not understand why, when she has experienced such absolute unity….
…why those unfamiliar moments of startled joy are so much dearer to her.
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