Disclaimer: I do not won Noir. Noir belongs to Beetrain. This story is rated T for disturbing images, violence, slight shoujo-ai content. This is a story told in Kirika's POV. This spoils episode 4 from NOIR series.
"Memory Fails Me"
Chapter 3- The Sound of waves- ep. 4
Country of Bulgia-
Mireille and I had a job that was located in the small country of Bulgia. Our targets were the President and associates of The A-Tribe Corporation. Our first targets were two men named Tanner and Foster. The party was the place Mireille and I were supposed to eliminate them at.
Mireille and I both wore long, white, Grecian style dresses, and headbands with pink flowers in our hair. We were working as party attendants. I walked around and offered people drinks. Mireille and I had discussed when we would make our move.
I saw the men, Tanner and Foster walk up to greet the General who had been elected.They saluted to him. The young, brown haired one named Tanner, began to speak."Your Excellency. Congratulations on your appointment of Administer of Defense."
"Ah, Tanner! Thank you for coming, my friend!" the General said, appreciatively.
"As representative's of The A-tribe Corporation, We congratulate you!" Tanner said.
The General looks around. "But this is all thanks to A-tribe.." he says quietly.
"Not at all, General. Our corporation believes it is a direct result of your innate virtues. And I think you will find that it is the belief of the citizens, who consider the presidents faction to be the source of their financial problems." Tanner tells him.
As the General laughs, I walk over to the small group of men, and hold out my tray of drinks for them. The general reaches over and takes one.
"That may be true, but you cannot deny this is a big step forward for your project as well. Bulgia has a new leader, and you have gained a fortune, my friend." The general tells Tanner.
"And we are much obliged." Tanner says, as he raises his glass.
"It appears next year will be fruitful for all of us. So think of this as a celebration in advance. Enjoy!" The General tells them.
I walk away knowing soon it will be time for Mireille and I to complete this part of our mission.
Soon I hear the gunshot go off. The one that means Mireille has taken out her target.
People begin screaming, and rushing away. In the confusion, I am able to come up behind Tanner, and deliver a killing blow with a dinner fork to the back of his neck. He falls down dead. By then I am gone. Now to find Mireille and leave this party.
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Bulgia is a island country. We drive right by the ocean in our rented, red convertible. The view is beautiful. Mireille wore her usual outfit of red shirt and black miniskirt and boots, while I wore a long sleeveless pale green sundress. I tried to listen as Mireille went into detail about our job.
"The A-tribe Corporation promotes itself as a international security service. What they really do is coordinate "Coupe de Tat". Their usual mode of operation is to locate a region that is ripe with potential conflict and approach one of the local parties and offer to handle everything from planning, and training soldiers to buying weapons. It's quite a business, don't you think?" Mireille said, in a cheerful voice.
I just stare at her as she talks. She looks happy driving around this country. The blue water that surrounds us just seems to enhance her beauty. I finally look away from her. I shouldn't think her beautiful but...she almost reminds me of someone. But who? I don't remember anybody that looked like her. But then, I don't remember hardly anything of my life. When? When will I remember? And do I really want to? Knowing how I am?
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Mireille and I pull up to a beach house that we are to stay at until we finish our mission. The ocean is so close to the house. As soon as I get there, I go and lean against the railing of the porch. I just stare at the water...trying to remember what the sound of the waves reminded me of. It seemed so familiar somehow.
I could feel Mireille's eyes on me, as she leaned inside the door frame of the house. I knew she was tired of my staring and silence, but I just didn't know what to say to her. Especially if she was going to kill me. I knew I agreed to the promise, and I needed to find out who I was, and what I was. It seemed sad that once I found out, then I would have to die for that information. But I had agreed readily to the promise. And I would keep that promise too.
"Hey, did you bring a swimsuit?" Mireille asked lightly.
I look up, surprised. "Hm?" I answered. I didn't own one... Oh well...
Mireille and I bring the beach chairs down to sit near the ocean. Mireille is laying out in a dark red bikini, while I wear my sundress and my sun hat as I sit in the chair.
"Three targets left. There's the president Hammond, and his aides, Burke and Lloyd." Mireille said, as she shielded her eyes from the sun. (I guess she forgot to bring her sunglasses) I thought, glad that I had my hat on.
"It seems so quiet here." she said softly, as I felt her look at me.
"Yes" I agreed, as I stared ahead at the waves slowly crashing against the sand.
"It's so beautiful..." Mireille said softly, as I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but think that Mireille was more beautiful than the ocean in front of us. I turned my eyes away from her, and looked at the water ahead. As I did, I finally remembered what the sound of the waves reminded me of.
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Japan- On her way to meet Mireille that first time- (1st episode)
I remember the woods. How the sounds echoed in my head. How the wind blew the leaves on the trees, making them rustle together, and the slick sound the grass made under the weight of the men who were sliding down the hillside after me. How the shots rang out and pierced the silence, echoing loudly all through the woods. I remember after I had hid, and was able to shoot the men. I was standing alone amidst the still bodies of the men I had killed. I realized then I felt nothing at all. Then the woods were quiet after all of the gunshots had faded. Just the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves again, and it sounded like these ocean waves.
I look over at Mireille, who has her eyes closed and a peaceful look on her face. I guess the sound of waves are comforting to her. But to me, they just remind me of how things are not as peaceful as they seem.
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Bulgian Airport-
Mireille and I are sitting in a concession area of the airport. We are watching the A-Tribe corporation's President,Hammond. He is standing in the middle of the airport, and he keeps looking at his watch.
"Looks like he's waiting for someone." Mireille tells me, as she watches him through a small pair of binoculars, and holds a book up to hide her face.
"His guides are located. I count four." she says.
"No, there are six." I corrected her, as I start to sip my soda through my drinking straw. I was thirsty and tired of sitting here.
"HMM?" Mireille answered in response. I knew that she hated being wrong, and was probably wondering how she missed the other two guides.
Suddenly, our attention is drawn back to Hammond, as a young girl who looks about my age runs up to him. She has strawberry blonde hair, and wears a red outfit.
"Hey Dad! Been waiting long?" She calls out to him, happily.
Hammond responds by slapping her hard in the face. She looks shocked.
I hear Mireille gasp beside me. She was surprised. I was too. I paused in my drinking of my soda. I just didn't know how I was supposed to feel about this. At least she had a father. She had a life.
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It is getting near dusk as Mireille and I return to the beach house. Mireille opens her laptop and finds out all she can about Hammond's personal life. I stand behind Mireille's chair, and look over her shoulder. She clicks on some pictures of the girl we saw at the airport today.
"Rosalie Hammond, age 15. The only daughter of the divorced Hammond couple. She currently lives with her mother, Julia in New York City. That's made it hard for Hammond. It seems that he's been so occupied fanning disputes in other countries that he rarely sees his daughter. Humph!" Mireille said, with a disgusted tone to her voice, as she closed the laptop.
"Hmm" I say, thinking of what Mireille just told me.
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I couldn't sleep. This beach house had separate beds, so Mireille and I didn't share a bed for once. I thought I might sleep better because I would have more room, but I felt funny without Mireille's presence beside me. She had tossed and turned as usual in the other bed, but finally seemed to get comfortable. I watched her sleep for a moment, thinking that I could finally see her face since her back wasn't turned to me like normal. I still found her beautiful, even more so in slumber. All traces of her usual stress was gone as she slept.
I finally got out of bed and walked into the living area of the beach house. I opened up Mireille's laptop and found the information on Rosalie Hammond. I found myself staring at her pictures. She was only a year or two younger than me. I know my Id card said I was 17, and I didn't look older than that. I actually don't know how old I am. I leaned back in the chair and looked at the ceiling. I tried so hard to remember anything I could about my past life. All I remembered was waking up in that room and finding the Id, pocket watch, and gun. And that I was Noir. Even now, that was all I remembered about my past.
I leaned forward in the chair as I brought my knees up to my chest. I looked at a picture of Rosalie and a friend, walking in the park and eating ice cream. I saw where it listed her occupation as a student. She was just a normal 15 year old girl.
(School...Friends...Family...) I thought about these things sadly. I remembered the short time I had went to school. How I had felt alone...I lived in that house in Japan all alone too...What did I do to deserve an existence like this? I wanted to be like Rosalie, a happy, carefree girl who goes to school, and has friends and family. Why? Why couldn't I be a normal girl too? Because I was some sort of monster...Wasn't I?
Suddenly, I realized I was crying...these stupid, empty tears...and I feel something...just a very small something...but I don't know what it is I'm feeling..
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Next day-
Mireille and I are getting ready to eat lunch as we hear the screeching of tires and tanks pulling up to the beach house.
We look at the window. There are armored tanks everywhere, and soldiers jumping out of them.
"Bulgian Troops!" Mireille said, with surprise.
"We're surrounded." I agree softly.
"How did they find us?" Mireille asks, in frustration.
I know. "Hm!" I say quickly.
"Yeah, It must be them again!" Mireille sighs, as she narrows her eyes.
"Okay, can we handle this?" Mireille asks, as she looks at me firmly.
"Hm?" I respond. (Of course we can, we are Noir..aren't we?)
Mireille decides to try and ambush the men from the roof with her gun, while I distract them by walking out of the house. I look so young and harmless that we figure the men will be caught off guard.
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I walk out of the house wearing my pale green sundress, tan shoes, and straw sun hat. I can feel all the soldiers eyes on me as they command me to halt. I look up. As expected, the soliders all look at me in surprise. I look so innocent.
Three armed men run up to me and point their weapons at me as another man frisks me. "She doesn't have any weapons, Captain!" he yells.
The Captain walks over to me and grabs my chin in his hand. I can feel my eyes turn cold upon him as he does this.
"Tell me then! What's a little girl like you doing out here all by yourself?" He yells as he stares into my eyes, which feel like they could burn right through him.
"Where are you from? Where's your passp..Ugh!.." he asks, before he gets shot and falls down.
Mireille is behind me on top of the roof, and begins to open fire on the men surrounding me. She takes down quite a few of them. Some of the bullets fly so close to me that they make holes in the brim of my hat. I hope Mireille isn't aiming for me too.
I pick up a machine gun from one of the fallen soldiers at my feet, and begin to blast away. I eliminate the ones that are left.
Mireille and I are driving away from the scene as fast as we can. Neither one of us talks. We realize that someone has tried to kill Noir again by giving away our secret location. The game is becoming more dangerous every day. But we still have to finish our mission somehow.
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Mireille decides that she will take out Burke and Lloyd in the parking garage, while I go after Hammond. As soon as that is complete we are to meet outside the office building and act like we do not know each other. Just pass by and go in opposite directions. Later we will meet up and leave this country.
I walk to Hammond's office and knock on the door. He yells for me to come in. I walk in and point my Beretta at him. He looks at me almost like he expected this. He looks at a picture on his desk, and back to me. I stare at him and try to feel sorrow that I am going to take this man's life. I want to feel it...I do...But I don't. I can feel my eyes grow cold again as I shoot the man.
He falls unto his desk, knocking over a picture of his ex-wife and Rosalie. A wrapped package falls to the ground too. I wonder what the present was for. And now Rosalie doesn't have a father anymore. I wanted to be sad...but...I felt nothing...
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As I leave the building, I see Mireille standing over on the side. I don't look at her as I pass her. I just walk away, knowing we will meet up soon.
As I'm walking down the street, I notice the red headed daughter of the man I just killed coming towards me. She seemed so full of energy, and life. How much longer would she be this way when she found out her father had been killed? And I was the one who had taken him from her.
As she gets closer I can see her green eyes. She drops a orange out of a paper bag she's carrying, and it rolls to my feet. I look at her. She smiles at me and waits. I guess she wants me to pick it up.
I pick up the orange and place it back into her bag. She still is smiling at me, but I just walk past her. I can feel her eyes on my back. Rosalie Hammond. She was just a normal girl, until the day her father was murdered. By me. And I feel like crying as I walk away...because I feel...something...just a teeny little something...but I don't know what it is.
Chapter 4- Lost Kitten
A/N- I hope this was enjoyable. This wasn't the most exciting episode to do. But I think this was a Kirika centered episode due to Rosalie being around the same age and Kirika's feelings.They have her crying in my English dub version when she's looking at Rosalie's info. I know Kirika wasn't totally emotionless. I really think she wanted so badly to be a normal girl. I think she probably began feeling things even though she was in a induced amnesia. I just don't buy that she was a evil, killing machine. Dark Kirika maybe.
Please review- just let me know if you like it or not. Please?
Thanks to Baka Gaijin 30 for letting me know what "Coupe de Tat" is and how to spell it:) I appreciate that!
Anyway- Next is "Lost kitten" for Kirika- It is such a Kirika episode too, and the kitten is so cute(Aww, I love cats!) but "A Bouquet of Memories" (Mireille's POV series) will be next, with LES SOLDATS. A definite Mireille episode, and finally a little warmth between M/K. I just want to get to the real good episodes that are ahead. (And some of you guys know I am not fond of Chloe, but I love Silvana! Does that make sense? No..she tried to kill Mireille with a knife/sword too! I am strange...so sad.:)
