Author's note : Hi all, I want to clear one thing especially for Terry (Thanks for the review) about Kirika's lung cancer. I would say, it is very possible that Kirika gets a lung cancer when she was exposed to tobacco smoke in her childhood. We know nothing about her childhood. Who knows, maybe his father was a smoker, or she lived with smokers for some years. Second possibility, she gotthe lung cancer from her parents. A study has proved that it is possible. It has something to do with the genetic, too.

And for the others, thanks too for the reviews. Sorry that it took me many time to finish this chapter-er.. actually only two hours-ahahaha, okay just begin with the second chap. Enjoy.

It was already afternoon, and the sun shone directly into the apartment room. Mireille's laptop was off, and it lied deserted on the table with some billiard balls.
Two half-filled cups of tea lied next to the laptop. It was already cold. In the kitchen some of the tea was still left in a teapot.
The plants were drying out in this heat, and yet noone seemed to bother them. An absolute silence filled the apartment room.

Mireille and Kirika had left one hour ago without many words exchange. They didn't even take any time to tidy up the tea cups. Not because they were in hurry. Maybe they just weren't in mood for such things. Not at the moment.

As Mireille threw a last look at the mess on the table before she closed the door, she asked herself if she would ever clean the things up when she came back…. Alone. Then she closed the door and went toward Kirika who waited for her outside.

Kirika avoided Mireille's looks. And that since they returned from the hospital. Mireille knew that sometimes she looked at her secretly, but as soon as Mireille turned at her to talk, Kirika looked away. It was obvious to Mireille that the girl beside her didn't want to talk to her. And Mireille tried her best to grant her this wish.If that was the best for both of them….. Yet she still didn't know if Kirika already knew about the cancer.
If yes, how could that be?
If not, then why did she act like this?
If yes, how were they going to spend the three months left?
If not, how was she going to tell her about it?
These questions were enough to keep her busy with herself for some hours on their way to the airport.

Kirika closed her eyes for some while. In the car she heard many sounds and saw many things passing through the window.
She couldn't believe it. In three months everything would be gone. She would never see or hear such daily things again, let alone Mireille. It was over for her.
She wouldn't see Mireille again. She wouldn't be able to talk with her again. Going with her on missions, or anything others. Nothing.

She stole another glance at Mireille. There was something.. something she wanted to tell her since long. Something… she wanted to tell her how happy she was for being given a chance to live with her these whole three years.

As she was still in Japan, she just wanted one thing… she wanted to meet Mireille, ready to accept any risks as long as she could know about her past. Then Mireille agreed on one condition : Kirika had to die in her hands after the pilgrimage was over. But they didn't end up the way they had been planning. They continued their life. Together.
Tears filled her eyes and she looked away from Mireille. She didn't notice that at that secondMireille had turned away to talk to her. The blond girl was now looking at her with an expression which just showed one thing-how much it hurt her to see her that way.

As they arrived in the airport the situation changed a bit. Kirika didn't know where she obtained the power to face Mireille from, but she was thankful for that. Mireille felt better since they could now at least communicate with each other. They still didn't know where to go yet, anyway.

So they sat on some banks and thought about where they wanted to go. Both of them had only one choice where they would really like to go, but noone gave any sign to speak this idea out. They didn't even know why they kept silent that long. They had been used to each other since long, but today everything appeared to be wrong between them.

Mireille sighed and stood up.
"I… I'll get something to drink. What do you want to drink, Kirika?" she asked rather clumsily.

Kirika smiled weakly.
"I would like to have some orange juice, please." She answered.

Mireille smiled back.
"Wait here," she said before she left.

Kirika watched Mireile's back as she got farther and farther. Then she took deep breath and looked at her own hands. Where were they going to go now? When Mireille came back, at least she should be able to tell her where she had wanted to go since long. Then… then maybe she would be able to tell her what she had been thinking of the whole time in the taxi.

Then unexpectedly she felt a hand pressed against her shoulder. Her instinct told her that whoever owned this hand, he had no intention to deliver them to the plane. And once again her instinct told her the truth.
As she looked up she faced Remi GraiPaul. Last time she met this man as she and Mireille left the Manor three years ago. Since then they never met him or another member of Soldats again. Not one of them.

The man looked deep into her eyes, and somehow Kirika got the impression that he was nervous of something.
Kirika tried to stand up but his hand pressed even harder.
"Please don't offer any resistance," he whispered insistingly. "We don't intend to harm you. But when you resist.."
He gave her a sign to look forward. There came Mireille, with two orange juice cans in her hands. She was quite surprised to see Remi with Kirika. But Kirika saw something what the Corsican Girl didn't see-three men pointing their guns at her from different locations. They had no chance to get away.

Kirika tried to calm herself.
"What do you want?" she said slowly, but determined.
"You are going with us, Mademoiselle Yuumura. Only you."
He moved his hand and took Kirika by her elbow.

"Let's go."

"Kirika?" Mireille yelled at her, rather shocked than surprised.
"Kirika! Where are you going!"

Kirika kept silent but her eyes couldn't hide her feelings. Fears. Worries.
Mireille rushed forward but some more men held her back. Now she understood why Kirika didn't show any resistance. She had been playing the hostage for Kirika all the time.

Meanwhile Remi took the girl out of the place and pushed her softly inside a car. At this minute she screamed out her last words,
"Mireille! Please, save me!"
Then Remi rushed inside and the car went away.
The men who were holding Mireille the whole time let her free, and the girl ran after the car in vain.

"Kirika!"
"Kirika!"
She could see Kirika hitting against the car window while screaming out her name. Mireille fell on the ground, and as she looked up again, nothing was left from the car she had been chasing after. Everybody around her acted as if nothing happened. No signs of the other members of Soldats either. As if nothing happened. But Mireille knew that something had happened, since Kirika was now gone.

"Give back…." She whispered, as tears ran down her cheeks.
"Give her back to me…."