Dislclaimer: Noir et.al. © its respective owners. I'm just a
fan that loves to play with the characters and story. XD
Timeline: between episode 21 and the rest. The fic tries to
explain why Kirika decides to return to the Garden. ~__^
A Noir fanfiction:
The Grand Retour
by Silver Wind
anne@silver-shining.net
http://silver-shining.net/ | http://sanzo.pitas.com/
I was the one who killed Mireille's family... That was me. That
was me pulling the trigger. That was...
Me.
Yuumura Kirika.
Me.
I could never atone to the sins. I could never compensate what
I have done to Mireille. I couldn't...
Chloe has revealed everything I've done. I am Noir. I was Noir.
I have always been Noir. Along with her. The True Noir. Hands of
Soldats. Maidens with black hands.
Killers.
Sinners.
Mireille would kill me. After all, there's a promise between us,
right? When I learn everything there was about my past, she would
kill me. Because I've known her real identity. And no one knows
Mireille Bouquet's real identity and lives to tell it.
And so I try to suppress the growing killing instinct in me and
wait for the bullet. I wait for the calmness death would finally
give to me.
I smile. After all, it's such a happiness to die in the hands of
the person one loves the most. And Mireille... Mireille is the
one. She's the most important person for me in this world. I hope
she'd realize that too when she reads the letter I leave for her
in our... in her apartment.
I do not blame Chloe. Or Soldats. I am the one who's responsible
the most for all I've done. I was the one who pulled the trigger.
I was the one who killed Mireille's parents and brother. Maybe
had I seen Mireille there too, I would've killed her.
Noir.
Such a romantic name for a cruel creature such as I. And Mireille
and I used it without ever knowing what it actually means.
I open my eyes. Mireille is standing in front of me. Finger on the
trigger and eyes blazing with hatred.
Thank you, Mireille. Finally, I would be at peace.
...
...
Why am I still alive? Mireille, why don't you pull the trigger? Why
don't you kill me?
Are you that disgusted with me that you don't even want to kill me?
Mireille, there's the promise, remember? Please keep the promise!
You said that you would kill me after it's all over, right?
Why? Just pull the trigger, Mireille! Please, kill me! Kill me!
You turn around, whispering that the next time we meet, you would
kill me.
But, Mireille! I don't want to wait for the 'next time'! Please kill
me now! Keep your promise!
I fall down on my knees.
She doesn't even want to kill me. She has broken the promise.
Maybe... Maybe, I am just a sinner that doesn't even deserve to die.
Where do I belong, then? Do I have a place in this world? Do I have
people who would accept a sinner? A killer such as myself?
Chloe's words repeat themselves over and over again in my mind.
It's time for the Grand Retour. Time for Noir to come back to the
Garden.
Soldats.
Soldats who have shaped me to be the way I am now. Soldats who have
made me into a sinner.
They would accept me.
I stand up. I feel so detached. I have only one intention now.
Return to the Garden.
Mireille? Who is that? Yuumura Kirika? Is that my name?
Doesn't matter. I am Noir. I am the True Noir. I am the hand of
Soldats.
I will return to the Kind Mother now.
~ owari ~
Notes:
God, I hate Mireille.
*coughs*
never mind, although I hate her, I would never bash her on fics.
~__^
C&Cs, please?
Finished: November 23rd, 2001. 4:05 p.m.
fan that loves to play with the characters and story. XD
Timeline: between episode 21 and the rest. The fic tries to
explain why Kirika decides to return to the Garden. ~__^
A Noir fanfiction:
The Grand Retour
by Silver Wind
anne@silver-shining.net
http://silver-shining.net/ | http://sanzo.pitas.com/
I was the one who killed Mireille's family... That was me. That
was me pulling the trigger. That was...
Me.
Yuumura Kirika.
Me.
I could never atone to the sins. I could never compensate what
I have done to Mireille. I couldn't...
Chloe has revealed everything I've done. I am Noir. I was Noir.
I have always been Noir. Along with her. The True Noir. Hands of
Soldats. Maidens with black hands.
Killers.
Sinners.
Mireille would kill me. After all, there's a promise between us,
right? When I learn everything there was about my past, she would
kill me. Because I've known her real identity. And no one knows
Mireille Bouquet's real identity and lives to tell it.
And so I try to suppress the growing killing instinct in me and
wait for the bullet. I wait for the calmness death would finally
give to me.
I smile. After all, it's such a happiness to die in the hands of
the person one loves the most. And Mireille... Mireille is the
one. She's the most important person for me in this world. I hope
she'd realize that too when she reads the letter I leave for her
in our... in her apartment.
I do not blame Chloe. Or Soldats. I am the one who's responsible
the most for all I've done. I was the one who pulled the trigger.
I was the one who killed Mireille's parents and brother. Maybe
had I seen Mireille there too, I would've killed her.
Noir.
Such a romantic name for a cruel creature such as I. And Mireille
and I used it without ever knowing what it actually means.
I open my eyes. Mireille is standing in front of me. Finger on the
trigger and eyes blazing with hatred.
Thank you, Mireille. Finally, I would be at peace.
...
...
Why am I still alive? Mireille, why don't you pull the trigger? Why
don't you kill me?
Are you that disgusted with me that you don't even want to kill me?
Mireille, there's the promise, remember? Please keep the promise!
You said that you would kill me after it's all over, right?
Why? Just pull the trigger, Mireille! Please, kill me! Kill me!
You turn around, whispering that the next time we meet, you would
kill me.
But, Mireille! I don't want to wait for the 'next time'! Please kill
me now! Keep your promise!
I fall down on my knees.
She doesn't even want to kill me. She has broken the promise.
Maybe... Maybe, I am just a sinner that doesn't even deserve to die.
Where do I belong, then? Do I have a place in this world? Do I have
people who would accept a sinner? A killer such as myself?
Chloe's words repeat themselves over and over again in my mind.
It's time for the Grand Retour. Time for Noir to come back to the
Garden.
Soldats.
Soldats who have shaped me to be the way I am now. Soldats who have
made me into a sinner.
They would accept me.
I stand up. I feel so detached. I have only one intention now.
Return to the Garden.
Mireille? Who is that? Yuumura Kirika? Is that my name?
Doesn't matter. I am Noir. I am the True Noir. I am the hand of
Soldats.
I will return to the Kind Mother now.
~ owari ~
Notes:
God, I hate Mireille.
*coughs*
never mind, although I hate her, I would never bash her on fics.
~__^
C&Cs, please?
Finished: November 23rd, 2001. 4:05 p.m.