Strangest Case They've Ever Seen

Well, what can I say? I haven't watched much of Noir, so what I say about Noir in this story I've picked up in various fan fictions.

Pairings are like this: Mireille/Kirika, Kyoko/Kenwa (you'll find out who they are soon enough), Chloe/Suru (you'll find out soon enough as well).

Warning: I own everything 'cept Noir and all items and people related to it.

Beep beep beep beep be-BANG!

"Stupid alarm clock…." Mireille Bouquet slammed her slender hand on the loud alarm clock she had just bought the night before. With maybe a little too much force, though, for the poor little alarm clock broke into two pieces.

"They just don't alarm clocks the way they used to." Seeing as that she was already awake, the Corsican woman got out of bed and went to check her e-mail, as she did every morning, to look for jobs that had been sent to her.

As she slowly walked the distance between the bed and her laptop, she turned to look at her partner in assassination, still curled up in sleep on the bed. Her face looked so peaceful during sleep, whereas when she was awake, her face was enigmatic.

Mireille secretly smiled to herself, her blonde hair swishing as she turned around again to get to her computer. 'If only….I could tell her.' Seating herself, she opened her e-mail account.

Doop de boop beep!

Mireille snarled at the computer's screen. She hated the laptop when it did this, making "bloody little noises every time something happens!"

Meanwhile, in the warm bed that Mireille had just left to check her e-mail, Kirika Yuumura was gently stirring from her slumber. Mireille's snarling had seen to waking her completely.

Kirika's eyes, which switched from brownish-red to different shades of brown in different lighting, searched for Mireille from her position sitting up in bed.

"Mireille?…."

"Mm-hmm?" The Corsican beauty's eyes were trained on her computer screen, rapidly reading through the growing list of e-mails she had. Most of them junk.

"Could you…." Kirika held back her words. She didn't know what would happen if she told Mireille, being somewhat unsure of her own feelings.

Mireille turned around, confusion plain on her face. Kirika rarely stuttered in front of her. "What?"

"Could you pass me my CD player?" Mireille grabbed the object in question, and threw it to Kirika. 'Now, what was that all about?' Mireille pondered on this while she checked her other e-mail account.

Listening to the song, "Why Can't I See?", by Elemental, currently Japan's favorite Jpop/Jrock band, Kirika stared aimlessly out the window. The sun was beginning to rise, setting a golden light flooding through every window in the dawn's early hour.

"Oh!"

Mireille found a promising e-mail, its title, "RE: Job". Sent by an anonymous person, Mireille had nothing to go on, so she just opened it.

"Dear Noir,

I have a job for you.

While I will not spare you any details until I know you have accepted or declined this job, I will tell you one thing: I will pay ANY amount you want, in any form of money or privileges you wish. I am very well connected; don't hesitate to request a large sum of money.

If you do choose to accept, come to this address in Kyoto, Japan. And pack quite a bit. You might be here for a very long while."

-SYC

Mireille read the address out loud. "The Makashiro Estate of Kyoto? What kind of a idiotic address is that?" Mireille turned around to face Kirika. "Stupid address, isn't it?"

But Kirika was not amused by the name. "You mean….THE Makashiro Estate of Kyoto?"

Mireille, for the second time that day, was utterly puzzled. "Yes, what about it?"

The Japanese girl shivered. "Don't you know? Haven't you heard?"

"What?"

Kirika's eyes were full of….fear. "The Makashiro family, or the Makashiro clan, as they like to call themselves, is the most powerful force in Japan. You should see what they did to an assassin I heard about once."

The Corsican was practically swimming in an ocean of confusion. "Really? What did they do to him?"

"No one knows, really, Mireille. But when they were done, his body couldn't be called a body. It looked like he had been kicked into a fire, flash-frozen, stuck on a bed of spikes, and…..even the best field experts on body examination couldn't figure out the last set of wounds…."

Mireille had many forbidding thoughts now about this job now….

"Anyway, where'd you hear that name from?" Kirika moved quickly to the computer and remained silent, though her eyes scrunched up. "They…offered us a job? Accept it."

"Why?" Mireille asked.

"If they offered a job to us, they'd be offering protection from them as well. And I know they're powerful. Plus, they'll pay whatever we want."

Mireille considered this for a second, then opened up a new window and started typing a confirmation e-mail.

"Kirika, start packing. This is going to be a long trip."