Disclaimer: I do NOT own Noir

Prologue

Once upon a time, there were two maids…

"Will you stop saying this nonsense, this is no fairytale!"

Ehemm…well…There was a time when…

"Oh, please. Can't you find another way to begin this story?"

During this summer Kirika has to find some important information and she knows where to find them.

"Much better. Keep it on!"

At home she prepares everything to fulfil her task. Narrowing her eyes she surveys the things which are lying on the table. Which will she need?

"The much the better!"

Something to throw, something to stab and something to shoot. Around her belt, she attaches the Shuriken: some of her favourite ones, sharp and spiky. In the holster she puts her Desert Eagle, plus some magazines in her bag. She takes the muffler in her hands and wonders if she will need it.

"No way! They can know that I'm there. It's much more fun!"

Her eyes fall on the long knife. Is she imagining how it would look like if she cuts s throat?

"Of course I am. Klink to the story and stop speaking dung!"

Ehemm…well…She puts the knife in her boots as a precaution if she runs out of ammo. Putting some additional necessary stuff inside her bag she thinks of her first informant. He doesn't know that he is, for if he knows he wouldn't stay in town much longer. She goes to the bathroom and looks in the mirror. Out of it looks a face that would everyone give the creeps. Her eyes are dark, like slits, and full of menace. Her lips are incapable of a smile of joy, only capable of a smile of victory, death and brutality.

Back in the living – room she takes the letter from the billiard table, which she received some days ago. This letter is the reason why she prepares for this journey. She stuffs it inside her pocket, swings her bag on her back and walks to the door. Opening it, she casts one last look around the room and thinks: We will be back together soon, promised!

"I'm going and I wouldn't mind if you stay where you are!"

I'm the narrator, and I am where you are!

"SHIT!!!"