What does it means to live?
Chapter: 1 A New Start
Disclaimer:
I don't own the Noir characters and since this is a fan fiction
site..
You should have already figured that one out,if not..I am
very sorry..you aren't a very bright individual.
Warning:
Contains Yuri which will make this story for mature readers only.
Also there will be some original characters in this story as well. Author's Note: A Mireille/Kirika fan fic from the anime
Noir.It might take some time for the yuri itself to kick in.Read and
review, comments are much appreciated! . There is one big
influence for me to finally post this fic. Scath Rocco Meoi I am
working as best as I can and I still would like to make
effort.;
The encouragement from
another author and friend,
Bold
Italics = soft spoken words (whispers too)
Bold=
Loud Words.
No additions equal regular words and/or narration.
After the return from Manor the two assassins were currently living their lives in Paris and no longer accepting missions.The two decided to do their best to heal up physically,mentally and emotionally and to try living a life that was some what normal.
Mireille was becoming
quite concerned over Kirika's constant nightmares and even though her
wounds were healing just fine.
Her mood was rather low and she
was constantly in a daze.
Was the girl sick? or slipping back into
old habits? According to the doctor her health was fine.It worried
Mireille to no end and the fact that she hasn't found a way to
express her feelings to the girl was another problem she had.
"The
tea isn't going to make itself"
Mireille commented.
Kirika raised up quickly and quietly and began
to prepare it.
"What
is going through Kirika's mind?" Mireille
wondered as she watched her every move.
What was truly bothering the young girl was that she had a lot of confusion going on inside her mind.
Kirika began remembering the girl,Chloe who
was often bitter towards Mireille.When she returned to the manner and
began preparing for the accession of becoming the true Noir.
Chloe
began showing her a lot of love and affection.
When Mireille appeared and after the fight between Kirika and the blonde.Chloe then became very enraged and felt as though Kirika chose the blonde over her.
The brunette had to make an ultimate sacrifice of
killing Chloe
in order to save Mireille. Kirika was also confused
as to why so much killing had to take place..if Mireille's family was
murdered was her real family killed as well..? Who was she really?
She was confused as to why Mireille didn't want her to die and saved
her life.
She whispered quietly to herself,"What does it mean to live?"
The tea kettle began to whistle and Kirika worked with the tea.
"Mireille..I made green tea..is that okay with you?"
Kirika asked
as she sat a cup of tea in front of Mireille and sat
down next to her with one as well.
Mireille nodded and
replied,"That is fine." she held each side of her face with
her hands and elbows on the table looking towards the other
woman.
"What
kinds of things go on in that big head of your's, Kirika?" she questioned.
"I guess there is a lot of things that I just don't understand, Mireille." she responded.
Before Kirika could could stand up she felt
Mireille hands holding her's down at the table.
"Mireille..?"
she questioned the blonde.
Mireille looked deeply into her
eyes and then responded,
"Instead
of busting your brain you could ask questions..you know.."
she then let go of younger woman's hands and went back to drinking
her tea.
"Okay,why did Chloe hold me tightly and kiss me?" Kirika questioned.
Mireille spat out a bit of her
tea.
"CHLOE
DID WWWHAAT?!" she
questioned in a surprised tone.
Within moments she felt even more jealous than she already did.
"Before
you showed up..we were naked.."
she then interrupted Kirika at that point.
"I don't
really want to hear anymore about that part.."
Mireille
calmly straightened herself up as she thought of the words to say,
"I
think she loved you a lot and the fact that you and I were living
together made her angry and jealous."
"She
loved me..?"
The
younger woman sipped until she finished drinking her tea.
"The
only love I have ever known was the reward for completing tasks.."
a dark expression took over the young girl's face.
"Altena..The
soldats..damn them all! I have suffered enough myself..and who knows
what Kirika must have endured to become Noir.
Forced to kill so
many for their purpose and not her own."Mireille
came out of her thoughts when she noticed Kirika walking past
her.
She quickly got up from her seat and followed close by the
girl watching her and noticing that she was picking up her gun and
getting ready to leave.
"Where
do you think your going?"
she questioned with her hands on her hips and a bit of frustration in
her voice.
"I
have one mission left to complete."
the smaller woman said as she began to walk out.The blonde pulled her
away and knocked the gun out of her hands.
"Don't be such a coward!" she yelled angrily.
"When you took my hand..back at the Manor..I thought maybe.."
she began fighting with the tears that started to stream down
her face.
"We
could from then on face things together..not as Noir but as Kirika
and I.."
"How did Mireille know that was my last mission?"
The
younger woman looked up at her partner in confusion.
"Are you
crying, Mireille?" she questioned.
"Hell
No!"
the blonde replied with a small laugh as she wiped away the tears
that showed differently.
Kirika reached for her partner's hand and kissed it gently.
The older woman began to feel a warm feeling from within and her stern look quickly changed into a smile as she pulled Kirika closer into her embrace.
The younger woman felt comfort from their closeness and from the other woman's chest.
Kirika snuggled closely taking in the scent of her
partner. She then raised her head and her dark teary eyes met with
the blue eyes of question and confusion.
A light skinned finger
gently wiped away the tears that came from the Japanese girl.
The
two smiled at each other with a loving gaze,
the younger lips came
closer to the nervous and hesitant lips of the Corsican, without much
resistance their lips soon met.Their arms wrapping around the
other.
Mireille broke the kiss and asked,"You are not thinking of leaving now, are you?"
Kirika shook her head no and Mireille grinned.
"Good
then.."
she kissed her partner's forehead and then finished.
"It
would be a shame for this romantic evening to end with me blowing
your brains out."
and then she went back to kissing her on the lips until Kirika
herself broke the kiss.
"I don't want to see you get hurt."
Mireille brushed her finger over her partner's lips.
"If
you were to try and leave me one day.. then I may be forced to kill
you."
Mireille
said as she looked into her partner's eyes and then kissed her
hand.
The Japanese girl turned herself away and a light blush appeared on her face.
"Do you..love me, Mireille?" asked the younger woman.
Mireille wrapped her arms around Kirika and held her tightly and possessively.
"Maybe.."
she whispered into her ear and then moved away. "That
could be the reason for a lot of things."
Kirika
smiled and added "I
don't understand love at all..and the reason for living.."
she found herself staring at the floor until she felt an arm go
around her.
Mireille looked at her sad partner and then
commented,
"Well..love is supposed to be the most complicated
of all human emotions..nobody can fully understand it."
"As for life..we have to find our own reasons since people all live for different reasons."
Kirika turned around and wrapped her
arms around the taller woman."How
can a person show their love?"
she questioned.
"Hugs, kisses, words, gifts... intimacy if
it's a love where one desires the person in full.. it's shown through
sexual intimacy."
"Intimacy.."
Kirika repeated and began thinking to herself.
Mireille turned her
head and added in a joking manner, "Just don't become intimate
with everyone you meet."
Kirika continued thinking until
a question came to mind,
"Mireille..have you ever done that
with anyone?"
The blonde turned toward the younger woman
with a shocked expression upon her face and then a blush
appeared.
Finally she found herself able to reply,
"I
have..and I don't want to talk about it."Kirika
noticed by the sound of her partner's voice she must have struck a
nerve.
She continued looking over at the girl sitting across from
her. "I'm
sorry, Mireille..."
The
blonde once again smiled and to change the topic
she made a
comment, "You look very nice today."
Kirika smiled back
and responded,"Thank you."
"Since you will be starting school soon, let's go school shopping."
Even
though the smaller girl really didn't want to go shopping and would
rather have went to the park and paint in her sketchbook.She knew
there was no way to refuse her partner.
"Alright..Mireille."
"I
don't see why clothes matter so much? I just like things that feel
comfortable."The
two women walked on to the clothing store.
Kirika found herself to
be a little nervous and really not in the mood to get dressed a bunch
of times and ask her partner for her opinion.
She sighed very
loudly on the way there.
Mireille smiled and glanced over at the
smaller girl.
"How
sweet...I know she dreads this very much and is only doing this for
me.." "I would like to see her try things on.. it
would be good for her."
She noticed a man begging his wife to hurry up and complained about her taking so long to try things on and noticed both the man and woman were frustrated with each other.
"I would say something but I wouldn't want that kind of outcome..it hurts when Mireille is angry at me."Kirika observed the way Mireille looked and how she moved through the store. Of the woman's features she noticed her eyes and lips caught her attention the most.
"I.. would like to show her how I feel.."When she came out her daze she noticed Mireille's cleavage staring her in the face. Kirika found herself to be a little embarrassed and then looked up a little and noticed that her partner had bent forward to grab something that was behind her.
"I want you to try this stuff on and please, show me how it looks after your done!" the older woman said with a smile.
Mireille handed Kirika the clothing items that she had selected for her to try on.
Kirika gulped hard and ran into the dressing room and hurried tossing her clothes off and putting on a revealing top and a short skirt.
"I
feel embarrassed.." "I can understand school
clothes.. "Is
she trying to auction me off as a prositute?"
but the looks of some of these clothes.."
Mireille
eyed the girl carefully and then smiled.
"Cute"
"Now turn around." Mireille said as she motioned with her pointer finger.
The smaller girl turned around for her.
"What
do you think,Kirika?"
"I
think instead of a wearing very short skirts..
A longer one would
be better.""Oh, loose jeans would also cover my
legs more..and that would be a lot better."
Mireille
nodded and replied,
"Just forget about the skirts I picked
out then..
I just thought it would be nice to show your body off
for a change."
Kirika
responded in a light growl,
"Alright...I
will wear it.."
A
big smile took over the blonde's face and she hugged her partner
"I'm
glad that you reconsidered!"
"It looks good on
you."
Kirika tried on so many kinds of clothes and finally she was down to what she dreaded trying on the most.. a blue bikini.
She clung to
the side of the wall in embarrassment.
"Mireille.."
The
blonde walked closer to the smaller girl and Kirika kept backing up
and finally went back into the dressing room.
"Kirika! Let me see!" Mireille begged.
"NO!" she shouted.
Mireille sighed and then asked,"Please..?"
The
door slowly opened and Kirika had her back turned in embarrassment
before long she felt the older woman's hand upon her shoulder.
"It's
too big on me..okay?!"It
was clear that the bikini top was exposing more than it should.
However, the sight of it didn't bother Mireille all that much."Not
much for showing off your body, huh?"
"I like to feel covered and less exposed..things like that can draw attention to myself, Mireille.."
"You can try on things that you like then."
"Thank you."
Kirika went to gather clothes that she might like
to wear.
She began to remember what other teens her age were
wearing as they walked by earlier and went by that.
"Mireille
wanted me to have a swim suit..
I will pick out a less revealing
one just incase we ever go swimming."While
Kirika did her own shopping , Mireille watched the girl pick out the
things she wanted to wear and this time Kirika seemed to be
content.
"I
have to admit, despite not liking what I had picked out." "The
girl has style, her own style to be exact." "I'm
glad to see her doing things for herself."
Kirika was full of thoughts and
confusion.
"I
wonder what it will be like.." "Will I make some
friends?"
"I
bet Kirika is thinking about her first day.." "As
much as I really love having her around.." "She
needs to be around others and make friends.."
"Mireille?" a soft mention of her name brought the Corsican from her thoughts and into the present.
"Yes?" was her response as turned towards her flatmate.
Kirika asked with a bit of worry in her
voice,
"What if.." she thought for a few moments and
then added,
"I go back to school and meet someone and then
fall in love?"
Mireille closed her eyes and smirked as
she replied,
"Then you find will find someone to
love."
Kirika began to feel a little hurt by the blonde's
reply.
Not too long after, another question came to mind,
"What
about you, Mireille?"
The blonde turned away from the
girl and replied,
"Just worry about yourself right now."
she
was about to walk away but couldn't after she felt Kirika wrap her
arms around her.
"Please, Mireille..lay with me at least until I fall asleep.." the younger woman pleaded.
The sweet sound of Kirika's voice simply melted away any bitterness she may have felt at the moment."Alright."
Their relationship does not advance into a sexual one
until later on. There are still insecure thoughts and feelings
lurking within Mireille and she finds herself easily jealous of
those who try to get close to her partner. The mixed feelings
that Mireille is having causes Kirika quite a bit of a confusion and
uncertainity.
Ending
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