Embittered lovers, divided by troubled past. Torn by duty, love is forsaken. Once again, Mireille is forced to confront of her long forgotten memories of her and Yoji. But this time, Yoji may not be so forgiving…
Noir…
It is a name of an ancient fate
Two maidens who governed death
The piece of a newly born
Their black hands protect…
-- Blind Faith (Yoji): 2nd prologue --
3 years ago…
He was alone, quietly contemplating on his private thoughts. The world around him seemed to slip away before his eyes as if time stopped completely. No longer aware of his surroundings, the images and noise gradually disappeared. Only his lingering memories of her remained in his mind.
"Yoji?" A soft feminine voice broke into his thoughts. He stiffened as soon as he heard his name was called.
"Why are you still here?" He asked her gruffly, not fully acknowledging her presence. There was resentment underneath the tone of his voice.
"I could ask you the same question." She replied casually, ignoring his bluntness. "But you already know the answer."
"Just drop the act!" He exclaimed his frustration at her, turning his full attention on a young woman standing before him.
Damned for his weakness, he thought to himself as he took a full view of this woman. She was still strikingly beautiful just as he remembered well after sharing that night of passion. One night of love that turned into bitterness and hate. He couldn't simply understand what had transpired between them. Her lies and betrayal at the end, he could never forgive her.
"Spare me the details. You wrapped your little fingers around me when I foolishly followed along that I was only a part of your mission." He said coldly, looking at her disgustedly. "I congratulate you on a job well done… The untouchable Mireille Bouquet."
She was silence but he continued speaking. "It was all about control wasn't it? Just another part of your twisted little mind games and I was your bait. F me was the only way…" He was cut off by a loud slap across his face.
"That's enough!" Mireille said firmly. Remarkably, she looked poised and calm as ever.
"You're damned right you are," Yoji swore, his eyes glittered dangerously. "The next time you crossed my path once more Mireille, I won't hesitate to kill you." He turned away and left her without saying another word.
"Let him go, Mireille. He isn't worth of your pain and misery. Forget him." A tall blonde man spoke suddenly, stepping out of the shadows.
"Yes, Uncle Claude." Mireille replied quietly, her face remained expressionlessly.
"You did very well on your first mission, Mireille." Her uncle sounded quite pleased with himself that he failed to notice a single tear dropped from his niece's face…
-- Prologue (Part 2) ends --