O_o my First noir fic…. I've written a few… ^_^ I just can't FIND the damn
pieces of paper… x_x;
The usual disclaimers apply…. do not sue... no money… X_X; erm… reviews?... feed back is always good... n_n;
Shizuka-(silence)-
Kirika sat on the hotel room bed, her face impassive as usual as she watched Mireille pore over the file of their latest job. She tilted her head to a side, brown bangs shifting to shadow reddish-brown eyes as she gazed distantly at the window to her left. Mireille sighed, placing the file down silently on the wooden study table, long fingers splayed across the cream cover." I don't like this job… I don't think we should do it." Kirika turned to gaze back at her blonde partner. " …What is there to like?" she murmured, getting to her feet she moved to the table and flipped open the file, breezing over the details quickly, fingering the small photograph of the target, "I can do it on my own." Kirika stated, looking towards Mireille as the blonde frowned slightly, tapping her fingertips along the smooth tabletop, not at all pleased at what her partner was suggesting. " Are you sure? I will definitely not be partaking in this mission..." She sounded hesitant, Kirika thought to herself and frowned internally, as her face remained as stoic as she usual was." I'll do it. Since we're already here." Mireille nodded curtly, getting to her booted feet as she took a step towards the door, " I will be discussing the rest of the payment mean whilst. All the information needed is found in there.." Mireille placed her hand on the doorknob and opened it, stepping though the doorway, she paused." Take care Kirika." With that she left.
Listening to the heavy footfalls of Mireille echo down the carpeted hallway she picked the file up and moved it to the bed, reclining onto the bed the file laid out in front of her. She turned onto her stomach, head propped up by a hand as she read through the mission file, keeping a close eye on the clock by the bedside table. She brushed her fingertips across the glossy surface of the photograph, trailing the jaw line of the middle aged man in it." Death… is waiting." She stared blankly at the photograph, "will you wait for death? ... " Questioning the figure in the photograph softly, she noticed the time. 5.15pm. Time to get to work. She got off the bed, and started to prepare. Dressed ten minutes later in a sleeveless black turtleneck and black jeans, her usual gun tucked in the waistband of her jean behind her, extra ammunition and the silencer nozzle, attached and hidden in various places. She ran a hand through her short hair, closing the room door behind her as she started off in a slow jog towards the mansion.
Looking to the large mansion, she thought to herself, " another politician, another kill…" she easily scaled the imposing steel fencing, it being more of an ornament then a defense mechanism, she made her way quietly into the mansion, avoiding detection by anyone as she moved along silently, lithe form melding into the shadows of the many potted plants and foliage around the large house. Slipping easily into the large house through a window, she made her way across the hallway leading towards the main study room, pressing her back against the wall as she heard someone coming towards her direction, her small form hidden by the shadow cast by the pillar she was hidden behind, the target walked past her and into the study room, followed by two burly men behind him. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her cool gaze following the broad back as it disappeared into the nearest room to her left, the bodyguards taking their places along the doorway, placing their hands against their chest lightly to check that their holstered guns are in place.
Kirika reached into her vest, pulling the silencer from her pocket and screwed the long barrel to the nozzle of her gun, flicking the safety catch off as she stepped forward, throwing her body weight to her left causing her to turn on her heel, she fired two shots. As the large men turned quickly in response to the sudden movement they fell to their knees and then to the ground, the expression of shock plastered on their dead faces. Kirika pulled her right leg in quickly towards her, as it stopped her spin as quickly as it started, she then took a few steps and stood in front of the door. ' men were born to die. It's just how they die that makes a difference.' Smiling slightly at that statement she opened the door silently, looking in to see the target engrossed in a large book, brandy glass in hand. She stepped into the room, slipping through the door her booted feet making no noise on the carpeted floor, gun raised towards the target. Her index finger tightens on the trigger.
The book falls.
The brandy glass falls and shatters, sending the contents spilling everywhere, as the target remains motionless, his slipper soaking up most of the spill.
'Death is silent. I am silent. I am. Death' with that she turned and left the room, making her way back out the way she came in.
Tsuzuku? Owari?
Depending on whether O_o I can actually continue... XD I sent this to a friend and she commented that is sounded like a multi-parter… so... I MIGHT have a few more chapters up… yoroshiku na… ^_^;
The usual disclaimers apply…. do not sue... no money… X_X; erm… reviews?... feed back is always good... n_n;
Shizuka-(silence)-
Kirika sat on the hotel room bed, her face impassive as usual as she watched Mireille pore over the file of their latest job. She tilted her head to a side, brown bangs shifting to shadow reddish-brown eyes as she gazed distantly at the window to her left. Mireille sighed, placing the file down silently on the wooden study table, long fingers splayed across the cream cover." I don't like this job… I don't think we should do it." Kirika turned to gaze back at her blonde partner. " …What is there to like?" she murmured, getting to her feet she moved to the table and flipped open the file, breezing over the details quickly, fingering the small photograph of the target, "I can do it on my own." Kirika stated, looking towards Mireille as the blonde frowned slightly, tapping her fingertips along the smooth tabletop, not at all pleased at what her partner was suggesting. " Are you sure? I will definitely not be partaking in this mission..." She sounded hesitant, Kirika thought to herself and frowned internally, as her face remained as stoic as she usual was." I'll do it. Since we're already here." Mireille nodded curtly, getting to her booted feet as she took a step towards the door, " I will be discussing the rest of the payment mean whilst. All the information needed is found in there.." Mireille placed her hand on the doorknob and opened it, stepping though the doorway, she paused." Take care Kirika." With that she left.
Listening to the heavy footfalls of Mireille echo down the carpeted hallway she picked the file up and moved it to the bed, reclining onto the bed the file laid out in front of her. She turned onto her stomach, head propped up by a hand as she read through the mission file, keeping a close eye on the clock by the bedside table. She brushed her fingertips across the glossy surface of the photograph, trailing the jaw line of the middle aged man in it." Death… is waiting." She stared blankly at the photograph, "will you wait for death? ... " Questioning the figure in the photograph softly, she noticed the time. 5.15pm. Time to get to work. She got off the bed, and started to prepare. Dressed ten minutes later in a sleeveless black turtleneck and black jeans, her usual gun tucked in the waistband of her jean behind her, extra ammunition and the silencer nozzle, attached and hidden in various places. She ran a hand through her short hair, closing the room door behind her as she started off in a slow jog towards the mansion.
Looking to the large mansion, she thought to herself, " another politician, another kill…" she easily scaled the imposing steel fencing, it being more of an ornament then a defense mechanism, she made her way quietly into the mansion, avoiding detection by anyone as she moved along silently, lithe form melding into the shadows of the many potted plants and foliage around the large house. Slipping easily into the large house through a window, she made her way across the hallway leading towards the main study room, pressing her back against the wall as she heard someone coming towards her direction, her small form hidden by the shadow cast by the pillar she was hidden behind, the target walked past her and into the study room, followed by two burly men behind him. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her cool gaze following the broad back as it disappeared into the nearest room to her left, the bodyguards taking their places along the doorway, placing their hands against their chest lightly to check that their holstered guns are in place.
Kirika reached into her vest, pulling the silencer from her pocket and screwed the long barrel to the nozzle of her gun, flicking the safety catch off as she stepped forward, throwing her body weight to her left causing her to turn on her heel, she fired two shots. As the large men turned quickly in response to the sudden movement they fell to their knees and then to the ground, the expression of shock plastered on their dead faces. Kirika pulled her right leg in quickly towards her, as it stopped her spin as quickly as it started, she then took a few steps and stood in front of the door. ' men were born to die. It's just how they die that makes a difference.' Smiling slightly at that statement she opened the door silently, looking in to see the target engrossed in a large book, brandy glass in hand. She stepped into the room, slipping through the door her booted feet making no noise on the carpeted floor, gun raised towards the target. Her index finger tightens on the trigger.
The book falls.
The brandy glass falls and shatters, sending the contents spilling everywhere, as the target remains motionless, his slipper soaking up most of the spill.
'Death is silent. I am silent. I am. Death' with that she turned and left the room, making her way back out the way she came in.
Tsuzuku? Owari?
Depending on whether O_o I can actually continue... XD I sent this to a friend and she commented that is sounded like a multi-parter… so... I MIGHT have a few more chapters up… yoroshiku na… ^_^;