Disclaimer: I do not own Noir(Just Mireille and you too, Kirika cutie:) Damn! Who's throwing those knifes at me? That almost cut me!...Hey...uh...just Great..It's Chloe! NO!..Make her go away..Please...Here Chloe, you can take Kirika! BANG! BANG! m..Mireille! Please don't try to shoot me! It's you and me, and Kirika and Chloe, okay? BANG! AW, Fer git it! I do not own Noir and no longer want to! So get out of here! You damned crazy assassin women!) Um, sorry about that. This story is rated M for disturbing images, language, and shoujo-ai content. (and stupid disclaimers:) Despite the disclaimer, this is a serious story.

"Time Out From the World We Knew"

Chapter 7- 'Show me, don't tell me'

"Please Mireille, show me that you find me beautiful. Please." Kirika pleaded, as she looked into her partner's blue eyes.

"Kirika, I told you how beautiful you are..." Mireille said softly, looking down at the Japanese girl tenderly.

Kirika wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist. "Show me..." she whispered.

Mireille stared into the shining brown eyes of the girl she loved, bent her head and eagerly sought her partner's lips. She marveled at the sweet softness of the younger girl's mouth. Slowly, she parted Kirika's lips with her tongue and deepened the kiss, their tongues meeting and circling softly. The Japanese girl made a soft sound as they kissed.

Soon, they parted breathless and trembling. This had been one of their longest and most sweetest kisses.

"Mireille." Kirika began, as the blonde moved away from their embrace.

"Kirika, I love you very much, but...I have a appointment at the hair salon. I've had this appointment for awhile now and I must keep it. You can come with me though." the blonde said softly. Then, she noticed the tears forming in Kirika's eyes.

"Why? You always have an excuse! If all the things you said to me were true, we should be lovers by now! I can't take this waiting any longer! If you really find me beautiful, make love to me now!" Kirika cried out in a torrent of emotion that Mireille found overwhelming.

"Please, we'll talk about this when I get home. I'll only be gone a few hours or you can come with me. I can get you a hair cut too if you want, okay? " the Corsican suggested as she grabbed her handbag from the chair.

Kirika just walked away and went to sit on the bed. She looked sadly at the blonde. "I'll just stay here." she whispered, as she tried not to cry in front of her partner.

The blonde looked at her with a worried look. "Are you gonna be okay? I won't be gone long." she reassured the Japanese girl.

"Sayonara.." Kirika said sadly, without looking up.

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After Mireille left for the salon, Kirika cried.

She couldn't believe that her partner would not commit to her. She didn't think she could stand to wait around anymore for Mireille to show her physical love. This was torture, this taking it slow seemed like a good thing in the beginning but not anymore. Kirika didn't know if it was because the bond between them was destined, or because her emotions were so new and raw.

She believed the blonde loved her- but not like she wanted. The Japanese girl wanted to become one with her partner. She wanted to feel, touch and taste every part, every inch of her. Her beloved Mireille- the one who's strong hand had saved her, the one who had given her hope and warmth.

The blonde just wouldn't give in to her feelings for her. She tried- but Kirika believed that her partner didn't really forgive her for all the pain she had caused. Maybe she had changed her mind about her. Could it be that she regretted saving her after all?

And if those men thought her plain, maybe the Corsican woman did too. But she had kissed her so exquisitely today. Kirika had become hopeful that it would lead to more. Then the blonde said she had a hair appointment! The Japanese girl saw that as an excuse. Mireille just didn't want to become intimate with her.

Kirika got up from the bed and packed a small bag with some necessities. She had to get away for a while, because Mireille kept confusing and hurting her. She wasn't sure where to go, she had nowhere to go actually, but she just couldn't stay here right now. She painfully remembered when the blonde had called her "a disturbing enigma, one she wished she'd never seen" and told her to leave.

The Japanese girl felt almost as bad as that terrible time. She decided she would walk around until she figured out what to do. She gave a last sad look around the apartment, it was the only place that had ever felt like home to her. She then turned and ran out of the building before she changed her mind.

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Mireille was getting close to the salon where she had her appointment. She wished she had told Kirika about it earlier today, but she had been gone when she woke up. Then as they ate breakfast, she noticed her small partner had been unusually quiet. She knew that the girl wanted to move into a physical relationship with her. She wanted that as well, but she had lost everybody she had ever loved. The blonde was afraid this final act of love between them could ruin everything.

The Corsican knew she had been teasing Kirika in a way but she didn't mean to. She found it hard not to kiss the girl and touch her body. The other day she had held her partner's naked body against her own, while she had loved her partner's breasts with her hands, fingers, lips, and tongue. She never felt this way about anyone else- not even Jean Paul.

She was shocked by the fact that she wanted to make love to another woman- especially Kirika. The girl was only two years younger but she had killed her family. She had forgiven her but, she was still afraid of her too. The changes in her personality were a bit startling, she had always been so quiet and docile before. Now, she was much more emotional and needy. These weren't bad things but it took a bit of getting used to.

But she was still afraid of her dark side returning. What if Kirika had some sort of trigger that Altena had placed inside her? Would the act of love between them set it off? Mireille hated her fears, but she hated Altena more for the sick things she did to Kirika- and even to Chloe. Altena would have made her just like them too- and in a way, she had. She had the Bouquet family murdered and that set the Corsican on the path of an assassin.

Mireille knew she could be NOIR too. That's why she had to leave the path she had chose. She wanted better for her and Kirika.

She knew that the girl was likely to change when her memories and emotions returned. It was nice to have someone who actually talked, instead of mumbled all the time like she used to do. But Mireille loved her no matter, even if she was emotional, and even when she was emotionless. She could try to analyze this all day long, but she would still feel the love she had for her partner. It was stronger than any she had ever felt for anybody- even her own family.

Mireille finally realized that Kirika had to be feeling confused and hurt by her actions. She remembered the girl asking if she had found her plain and ugly. The blonde woman had reassured her, quoted to her, and tried to convince her that she was beautiful to her. She was. The blonde suddenly understood that Kirika just wouldn't believe it- until Mireille showed her by loving her completely. She had a feeling she was going to lose her partner if she didn't show her.

Mireille turned and began to run towards her home. The hair appointment was no longer important anymore. Only Kirika was.

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Mireille's apt-

Mireille quickly opened the door of her apartment and called out.

"Kirika, I'm back! Kirika?" she called, as she walked around to check their bed.

She wasn't there.

Mireille began to get a sinking feeling in her stomach as she looked in the bathroom, and other rooms of the small apartment. Kirika was nowhere to be found.

(A letter..maybe she left me a letter or note!) Mireille thought, as she looked desperately around the pool table, kitchen table and refrigerator door for a note.

Nothing.

Mireille looked towards the window and saw the new plant she had let Kirika pick out to replace the old one. She ran over to it and lifted it up, wondering if she had left another letter underneath the pot- like she had before.

There was no letter. There was no Kirika. Mireille noticed that Kirika's small book bag was missing, along with her precious ID card. She had left.

Mireille stood there in the empty apartment. She didn't know where Kirika would go. Why didn't her partner leave her a note? She knew she couldn't go back to the Manor.

This was her fault. She had run off the only person she loved. She didn't think she could survive this life without her partner by her side. She had to find her. She just had to!

Mireille grabbed her yellow scooter and took off to find her partner. Damn all the fears she had! She was going to find her and show her how much she needed and loved her. She just hoped she wasn't too late.

Chapter 8 - Feels like Home

A/N- Hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was mainly Mireille and Kirika dealing with their feelings and fears. This sudden rush of emotion (and talking) is unusual for Kirika, but as I explained that it's due to her new emotions. Plus being in love and wanting to express it, and the one she loves is more cautious.

Mireille is different too- she should have known better than to leave an emotional Kirika like that to go to the hair salon, but she just was used to docile Kirika either agreeing with her or going with her. In this story she loves Kirika but she is making some stupid mistakes with her. Both are acting different than the series due to these changes and it is intentional- but it's because of the feelings awakening in both women, that's all.

Please review! I'd love to know if you are enjoying this story or not. Thanks.