RappeleToiToujours de Moi
Remember Me Always
Saya
Chapitre 11-les petites filles perdues
Chapter 11-the little lost girls
Kirika's fingers adeptly separated the different wires which had been twisted tightly. She let out a slow breath and snipped them. Just in time, Chloe's almost silent footsteps approached gently on the marble floor. It was time to move ahead.
She easily slipped down the hallway, through the shadows, and turned the corner. She noticed a rather large, burly man, dressed in black and attached a silencer to her gun. They were close enough that Chloe would hear it, but far enough that the younger girl might not be able to identify it. She quickly fired, head and chest and dragged the body into a nearby room before continuing on her way.
The red-head stopped, her ears perked. She thought she heard a gun, but she couldn't have been entirely sure. It had been so quiet…she shook her head, locks of red hair falling over her face, and continued on. There was no way it had been a gun, that would have meant that they knew she was here.
The Japanese girl hid, gun still clutched firmly in her small hands, in the same room where she had hidden the latest body. The room that was perfectly in her range of sight through the small crack through the door was where the target was. From her position, she would be able to easily come in and interfere if need be, if things were to go so badly. But she doubted that, she had faith in her partner. She had lived with Chloe long enough to trust the younger girl.
And yet…she couldn't help that sense of worry building up and weighing down on her chest.
Finally, small, soft footsteps and the rustling of a cloak echoed through the hall to the child's sensitive ears. A few moments later, shocking red hair came into view. Kirika took in a breath and waited in anticipation. What was this? What was wrong with her? She had never felt this before? Worry? Fear?
She didn't understand and she was completely sure that she didn't want to.
The younger girl slowly opened the door, her free hand reaching for her knife, and stepped in. Voices drifted toward Kirika's closet and her eyes widened in disbelief. She hadn't even bothered to check if there was a bodyguard stationed in the room with the target.
She rushed out without thinking and placed herself nearer the door for easier access to the room. "You're just a little girl," one of the voices said almost mockingly. It was the voice of the target, and the Japanese girl didn't like his tone.
But she held in her breath and waited. This was Chloe's moment to shine, she shouldn't ruin it. She should only intrude if there was danger. They were two halves of the same dark fate, she couldn't imagine life alone again. What was she thinking? This wasn't the time for such strange thoughts and it certainly was the first time they had ever occurred to her.
Maybe she would ask Altena. But no…doing so would prove that she had come along for Chloe's mission. She didn't want Chloe to find out, that would be the worst disappointment and the worst punishment.
The girl's sensitive ears picked up on the sounds of a fight, she heard the movements that she knew so well to be her other half's as well as ones that she didn't recognize. From the way heavy feet pressed against the floor, she assumed that they belonged to a rather large man who was probably built with a great deal of muscle. The obscenely rich tended to be the obscenely terrified and so had the most obscenely muscular bodyguards that they could find.
Those men were brutes with no finesse, no refinement. She and Chloe had technique, and most of all, they had each other. She heard a quiet cry that sounded as though it had come from the younger girl and instantly burst into the room, gun held before her to find the red-head sprawled on the ground and the two men with their lips curved into almost-smiles.
"Goodbye…" Kirika said as she pulled the trigger four times in rapid succession. Twice for each of the men, the kill shot and the security shot.
Altena was worried. Not because Kirika had gone on the mission out of concern for Chloe as they were the two who would become the black maidens, the Noir. What worried her was that Kirika had done so without any orders. In fact, she had broken orders by choosing to follow.
"I'm disappointed in you, Kirika," the blonde said rather sternly. She hated punishing the girls at this stage. It would make them more weary of her, possibly make them want to rebel. And Kirika was one to watch out for, she had progressed so far, especially in the time since the other sapling had found her way to the Manor.
The child remained silent with her friend standing beside her, though they were determinedly averting their gazes and staring at opposite corners of the room. "I'm sorry," she said, though the blonde felt as though the words were not directed at her. This child needed to be tamed, she was starting to become troublesome.
"I will have to punish you. I will give you no more missions until you have proven that you truly are sorry," the blonde said, her tone dismissive as the girls left the room in silence.
What was she to do? She couldn't let one little girl ruin all those years of careful planning. She couldn't become one of the black maidens herself, she needed them. They were pure, untainted, unstained despite what the lives that had been destroyed by their hands. She needed them and she couldn't afford to lose them.
No matter could be taken lightly. She sat at her desk and stared at the dying sapling. It should have withered long ago and yet it continued striving onward. Her thoughts were interrupted and she looked up sharply at a young woman who walked into the room. "I've heard news about a man travelling with a little girl whose name is Bouquet."
Although the young woman showed no outward sign of having heard the news, she was shaken. Should she be excited or worried? The sapling she didn't need, her eyes travelled to the withered one sitting in her office, the one that she had tossed aside was coming back and trying against all odds to live? Should she send her little ones to cut her down before she could get her bearings?
No, she would wait. She was good at waiting, and all things came with waiting patiently. She rested her elbows on the desk and smiled behind her hands. Yes, she would wait to see what became of this little sapling. Maybe she would be worth watching, after all.