Author's note : This is a sequel to Bittersweet, with some 'not so terrible and sadistic' elements, so I try making some story with fun elements. Let's see if it works.

Kill Us If You Can

In a dark room which was only lighted by the fireplace, some men gathered together and had a hot dicussion. It concerned some of their already deceased colleagues, whom a certain killer with the code name "Noir" was responsible for.
"This is unforgivable!" grunted one of the oldest men in the room.
"Noir! Whoever you are, you shall pay for your sins!"

BANG

Kirika put down her Beretta and sighed unintentionally. Beside her, Mireille smiled understandingly.
She patted the girl on the shoulder.
"I know it is boring. But it is a nice chance to get as much money as we want right?"
Kirika replied with a frown.

They got this job about a week ago. It required them to kill any person mentioned in a long list enclosed. All of the targets belonged to a certain mafia organisation, and they were paid pro person.
Mireille knew it would be boring to hunt the same kind of people every time, but she managed to persuade Kirika to do the job with her.
Despite the boredom she felt, Kirika did the job magnificiently. She never really complained about the whole matter, but man could guess what was in her heart easily from all her sighs all the time.

"Allright, allright." Mireille gave up. "We are going to stop if we are able to kill the last mighty guy."
A certain expression replaced the gloomy expression on Kirika's face.
"Really?"
"Mm-hm," clarified Mireille.
"Basically we have gotten rid of the most dangerous ones. The only guys left are new members—youngsters and seniors. They won't have any objection with it. Let's give the organisation time to rebuild. Perhaps we will get more offers like this in the future.
Oh come on, Kirika. It is such a good chance! Wait until you see the money transferred into our account."

"They are here!" yelled a young man who just happened to run into the alley of doom.
BANG
"Uh.. nice job Kirika, but don't unleash your anger toward your victims that way. I pity them truthfully."
Kirika loaded more bullets on her gun. "You have promised. I want this to finish quickly."
"Okay, okay."

Although they actually only aimed for a certain fat man who stayed in his office shivering for fear, Mireille and Kirika ended up killing the whole guards who were brave enough to face Noir before getting the chance to face their real target.
Both Kirika and Mireille were exhausted, but Kirika was really in a bad mood.
Not only that the fat man ran around like a chicken to avoid the bullets, he also took chance to grabbed after Kirika's bag before Mireille gave her the last blow.
The black haired girl dropped her bag on the floor, dragged a stool toward the window and sat there with her head on one arm.
Mireille thought that Kirika's art to pout was really cute.. somehow.

"You will want to take a shower and wash you hair, Kirika. The gun powder smells. And it sticks on hair easily." said Mireille before disappearing to the kitchen.
"Ha-i." answered Kirika, closing her eyes.
She stayed there for a while before she finally got up and walked to the bathroom.
She sniffed at her long hair and she agreed to Mireille's words. they did smell awfully.

Out of the bathroom, Kirika found Mireille rummaging about in the refreigerator. Most stuffs lied on the floor. And most of them were black coloured. The only things which stayed in the refrigerator were sealed bottles of milk and canned soups.
Kirika approached the mess silently, and her right foot stepped on a sticky liquid coming from a near package.
"Oh, Kirika beware of the…. too late," Mireille added with an apologizing grin.

"What happened?" Kirika asked, standing on one foot and leaned on the wall.'
"Hey you are already the usual Kirika I know," Mireille said gladly. "I am glad the hot shower helps.
(Kirika jumped on one foot to gain balance)
"Okay Kirika, go back to the bathroom and wash your foot."
The girl hopped to the bathroom in a rush.
"Hey don't run! You will hurt yourself!"
"Okaaay…!" yelled Kirika from inside the bathroom.

"In this busy week we were so seldom at home and mainly ate outside. Most of the foods inside the refriegerator are rotten. So we have nothing to eat now."
"Shall we go to buy some groceries?" asked Kirika.
"Yeah. And plenty."

"What are they up to? Who is their next target?"

"Uh.. they are.."
"What? WHAT?"
"They are going to go.. shopping."

"…………."
"……………"
"…………"
"Are you out of your mind? It is a very bad time to make fun out of this thing!"
"The guy already killed half of our organisation members!"
"To be precise, there are two women. And if I am not mistaken, one of them is still a child."
"A child?"
"Lemme check on the device. Perhaps the bugging device got damaged as Gordieu put it on one of them."
"……… Well?"
"No damage detectable."
"Perhaps he wrongfully put it on wrong person."
"Bullshit, do you really think mere commoners would go visiting our main building to be witnesses on Gordieu's assassination and then got out of there alive and now talk about groceries?"
"…………."
"That's impossible, yes."
"Shhh, they talk again."

"Well we have nothing to do instead so perhaps we can use the time to buy some foods to store at home."
"Yeah."
"So I guess… now? Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow will be appropriate. Mireille,"
"What?" Mireille looked up at Kirika.
"Can we have a holiday?"

"They are talking about taking a holiday."
"I am out of my mind. What the hell..?"
"Suuuusssshhhh…!"

"You mean a trip? No problem but where to?"
"I am thinking more of some free days at home."
"Oh. Well… why not? Could be a perfect chance to recover ourselves. I guess we begin with the groceries?"
Kirika brighted up.
"Thank you, Mireille!"

"I guess that's end of discussion for this day."
"Are you sure that is our most feared hired assassin?"
"Well I think everyone needs foods and holidays sometime."
"…. We will continue tomorrow."
"Excellent."