Author's note : Okay, I am not depressed anymore. I am just too busy and I hurt my neck because of sleeping pose. Anyway, this chapter is only a prequel to another problem. Ah.. I can't keep promise to myself huh?
"Yui.."
"No, stop it!" cried Yui, covering both her ears. "I don't want to hear it!"
Mireille was taken aback. She didn't expect such a reaction from Yui. The girl was crying terribly in front of her now. But Mireille didn't mean anything bad. She thought Yui also wanted it that way. She didn't mean to hurt the girl..
Mireille opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know what to say. It looked like the whole nice mood for the night was already destroyed.
"You know," sobbed Yui. "I know that I am not exactly a person who is in the position to demand this and that, but don't you think that…"
"That I deserve something better than that..?" she continued in misery.
The blond assassin suddenly realized that she had made a big mistake. It was a decision she made without taking notice at Yui's feelings.
Mireille rubbed her forehead. She stared at her empty plate.
"I am sorry," Mireille whispered. "I will do my best to find a better place for you then."
Yui stopped sobbing and muttered a "Huh?"
Mireille continued eating her pudding.
"What.. what did you say just now?" Yui inquired eagerly with big eyes.
Mireille smiled at the girl softly. "I will try harder to find you a better place outside then. You are right. You deserve something better than this place. I am so sorry."
Yui gaped at Mireille. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT!" she screamed in frustration.
Mireille's heart jumped to her throat. Yui was looming before her, and she looked very angry.
"I don't want to get out of this place! I don't need you to find a better place! I just…"
Yui slapped her own mouth in surprise. She had just acted pretty out of mind just now. What a shame.
Yui turned as red as tomatoes.
"Uh, I mean, um…" Yui felt that she had a very high fever right now. Her face felt so hot.
Yui had no idea how Mireille would interpret her words and actions just now, but it appeared to Yui like a love confession. It was already terrible enough that Mireille still loved Kirika, but now she even got to know that Yui liked to be with her so much. This was too much for Yui. The girl simply wanted the floor beneath her to crack up and swallow her.
And Mireille still gaped at her unbelievingly.
"Noo!" Yui yelled and ran to the bathroom.
Mireille was still sitting on her chair five minutes later, unmoving. If she didn't mistake Yui, then the girl wanted to live here with her for longer time. But something in her actions contained something. Mireille wasn't that dense about feelings, but….
KNOCK KNOCK
Yui jerked and wiped off her tears.
"Yui.."
"W.. what is it?" stuttered Yui, trying her best to hide her coarse voice. It was way too embarrassing for her to face or to talk to Mireille right now. Her face still burned like fire.
"Welcome to my world, for good or for bad."
Yui opened the door and hugged Mireille. The latter was pretty surprised to be hugged all that sudden, but she put her arms around Yui as well. Sometimes she thought that Yui was very cute.
After being promoted from a mere "burden" or better said "guest" to a roommate, Yui finally found her place to live, by Mireille's side.
At first she was confused about her role in the household. Or whatever it was called. But then she quickly decided to take care of everything in the apartment. Cleaning, cooking, groceries, as a matter of fact, an ideal housewife.
Mireille didn't exactly remember how she and Kirika once shared the household tasks among them. One thing for sure—Kirika had always been in charge of making tea and watering the plants. Mireille was usually busy with the business part of their job, back then or now. Since she and Kirika travelled a lot, they never really bothered to restock the food supply at home regularly. They used to buy what they wanted to eat fifteen minutes before they ate. That was not exactly the kind of life people dreamt of, but Mireille and Kirika were glad enough to have time to eat.
With Yui it was a bit different. The japanese girl wanted everything to be in order. Mireille never really noticed this habit of her, but Yui had fun in keeping things in order. She didn't like dirty dishes piling up for more than three hours in the wash basin, and she kept using the washing machine like crazy.
Yui wasn't good in cooking—because she never had to, in Japan, she meant. Mireille was in charge for cooking, and to her own surprise, she actually was able to mix things together to fix a delicious meal for two.
"Mireille, we are out of milk." stated Yui one day.
"Huh?" asked Mireille, still typing an answer for the job offer they got that morning.
"We need to buy some milk," repeated Yui.
"Do we need milk so much? I don't drink milk often," Mireille turned to Yui
"Well I don't, as well." replied Yui. "But we have cornflakes at home, and one day we will surely eat them, right?"
"I can eat cornflakes without milk," joked Mireille laughingly.
Yui pulled a face. "I will go buy some stuffs to fill the refrigerator," she said, picking her jacket and her new hat.
"Yui, really, you don't have to buy groceries everyday. This is already the third time! We are so busy anyway, we won't stay home that often to eat all those foods."
"Noone knows. I'm going!"
The door slammed shut. The girl was already gone. Mireille muttered a "Careful on your way" and continued working on her laptop.
It was in the beginning of autumn, and the wind blew coldly. Yui had been in Paris for about six month by now. She could barely realize how fast the time was running. Many things happened in such a short time, but Yui was sure more things awaited them in the future. Only one thing should not change. Only one. Yui wanted to be with Mireille, forever.
Yui closed her eyes and prayed in silence. She had never paid any attention to religion or to God, but this time she only had one wish, and she would pray any time as long as this wish was granted.
The wind blew pretty hard and Yui could hear the leaves whirling in the wind artistically. Then something soft touched her leg. Yui opened her eyes.
A brown fur hat lied next to her feet.
Yui picked up the hat, and she knew right away whom the hat belonged to.
A beautiful girl her age with blue eyes and silver blond hair was standing about three meters away from her, smiling at her. She wore a brown fur coat, which the fur hat suited very much.
Yui wasn't aware that her mouth was opened. She was deep in amazement.
It was in the beginning of autumn, and the wind blew coldly. Yui had been in Paris for about six month by now. And she met an angel for the first time in her life.
