Author's note : Hallo, guys, as I have promised in my newest profile, that I will update the next chapter this weekend. Perhaps you won't expect any adventure for Kirika and Mireille, but it will be Kirika's last one, that's why the titlesounds 'My Lasts'. Won't be long, I make it as short as possible. Hope u like this one...


Mireille sat down on a wooden chair while grumbling by herself. Outside the window she could see the sun set. Without wanting it, Mireille had spent whole two days here, in the Manor, exploring the place. It was rather unusual and frightening to go along dark corridors which were only illuminated by some fire in torches.
Kirika had lived here as a child... together with Chloe. Kirika who killed my parents in Soldats' order.

A few minutes later, the same woman Mireille met the last time entered the room she was sitting in. Mireille later knew what her name was.Her namewas Marie. She also met other people who lived in this place. These people were all unfamiliar to Mireille—what didn't surprise her at all because the ones familiar to her had been killed by her and Kirika on their last visit. But it was better to keep this fact for herself, since Mireille didn't intend to provoke any fight. She still had to get Kirika before she leaved this place.

Marie took seat in front of her, smiling at her.
"Have you had a nice time here?" she asked friendly.
Mireille snorted unintentionally, but she nodded. Her feelings were rather mixed.

"I want to ask about Kirika." She said, looking directly into Marie's eyes.
The women didn't look back at her, but folded her hand and listened to her with closed eyes.
"Please, go ahead."
Mireille followed her guide and stared to the window, too.
"What... why did you kidnap her like that? I mean, what are you up to?"

Marie rose from her seat and walked to the window. Her profile looked quite impressing with the sunset as background.
"Surely you know that it still has something to do with Noir."
"We are not related with Noir anymore!" Mireille answered furily.

Marie glanced at her, with sad expression carved in her eyes.
"Didn't you listen to GraiPaul's last words to you?"
Mireille stared at her.
"You will always live in darkness. You can't get out of it."
"But we will always seek for light!" Mireille emphasized stubbornly.
Marie smiled contentedly.
"That's all you need to know in this moment."
With those words Marie walked past Mireille in order to leave the room. Mireille turned at her quickly and yelled unwillingly.
"I have no more time!"

Marie looked at her and said,"Neither do we."
And the conversation was over.

Kirika didn't know since when she started counting the days she still had to live. It had been five days since they knew about her cancer. It had been three days since they separated her from Mireille. Kirika lied on her bed while asking herself if she would ever met Mireille again. Mireille had always been sleeping next to her. She touched the place where Mireille would have slept on when she were there. Sometimes she wished, it were all only a nightmare and when she woke up, nothing had happened and she would know that she still had time, more than three months.

Kirika had stopped crying eversince she arrived at this place. A place full of vague memories and emotions. She had regained back her memories as a child, but she didn't remember anything about this place. Still, she was sure that she had been staying here.
And there was still a riddle about the whole kidnapping matter. Noone had demanded anything from Kirika since she stayed here. Noone cared to inform her about the whole things, either. Kirika didn't understand the whole thing. She didn't even know in what kind of country she was. Everything was just so unclear. Kirika sighed.

But the next morning as she woke up, they gave her a very well-known piece of cloth to her. It was exactly the same cloth she had been wearing during the ceremony to be Noir. In the meantime, she and Mireille had burnt away her original one. She wore the cloth without any bathing ceremony—surely it is not another step for the ceremony, she said to herself.

And then some women in robes guided her to the hall. There she met a girl wearing the same cloth as hers, only that her ornament had another colour. Her black hair resembled the one of Kirika so much, but hers was curly and long. She looked frightened and stiff for fear. And it startled Kirika cause she stared at her as if they were up for a battle. Kirika's eyes wandered to the girl's hands. They were shaking uncontrollably, although she tried to stop it by holding her gun tightly.

And, without any warning, the girl raised the gun at her and shot, but Kirika was just faster than she was. She moved lightly to the side and shot the gun out of the girl's hand. The latter winced and held her hand, staring at Kirika in horror. Kirika caught a glimpse of her face at a second—she was just about to cry. Kirika put down her Beretta without losing her from her eyes.

"Ho, Ho. Calm down, young girl. You are not supposed to shoot any newbies down, I guess." One of GraiPaul's companions tapped her on the shoulder. The girl looked away from Kirika, clenching her fists.

They spent the whole day fighting against each other using long swords. It reminded Kirika of her short time with Chloe during their initiation time. But Kirika could tell that this girl was nothing compared to Chloe. Chloe... For one second she wasn't on guard, giving the unknown girl a chance to attack her.One blow and Kirika got a long scratch on her left shin, although she managed to jump aside before. The blood somehow drove the girl crazy. She started to scream in horror and collapsed after some seconds.
Kirika used her sword as a lean stick and walked with much difficulties toward the unconscious girl. Kneeling beside her, she waited until the girl opened her eyes. Her reaction was not unpredictable. She jumped and rolled away from her the moment she saw Kirika's face over her.
"I lost?" she said, her lips shaking greatly. "Did I lose to you?"

Kirika shook her head. "You collapsed after seeing my blood, I guess. So I didn't attack you at all."
The girl fell on her knees and stared unbelievingly at the ground.
"I knew it..." she whispered nearly to herself. "I knew that I will lose to you, the first time I saw you this morning."

Kirika didn't give any response to this odd remark. None of them wanted to continue the training, either. So both of them only sat there without saying anything. They were busy with their own thoughts, not even knowing that GraiPaul had been watching over the girls from a window the whole time.
"The time might have come," said a man who apparently accompanied him there.
"Yes," GraiPaul replied. "Cheers. For Soldats."
Two glasses of wine made a clang sound as they met each other.

"I can't stand it anymore!" Mireille yelled in frustration. "It is already ten days after I came here and I started to doubt if you have lied to me!"
Marie and Mireille stood before each other, with Mireille glaring at Marie angrily.
"I hope you will see that I have no reason to lie to you. The promised time will come. She will be here soon, and..."

"And what?"
Marie grew pale and Mireille could see her body shake. It was the first time she saw the woman show her fear like that. Then, out of nowhere, she took out a gun and aimed a shot at Mireille. The latter evaded it elegantly, though in confusion.
"What are these all about?" she asked in wrath.
Then another shot. And then one again. Marie kept shooting at her, but Mireille sensed no killing atmosphere. She turned a somersault and hit the gun from Marie's hand. The gun landed quite hard on the floor.
Mireille glanced at Marie. She had more question to ask now. But before she could say anything, Marie rushed to her and held her hands.

"Prepare yourself... The day will come. Till then... do anything to prepare yourself. Do even shooting practice. We can't afford it..."

Mireille stayed quiet, not understanding any word the woman had said. Prepare for.. what? And again, as if wanting to save the time, she continued.
"It is time to explain everything to you. I have no other choice. You will listen to me."