--WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS--
Author's Notes: Haha, yes, you read correctly. Mireille/Chloe. Personally, I'm a Kirika/Chloe fan myself, and an avid Mireille hater. But I was watching episode 25 again, such a great episode, Chloe gets so emotional. -- The she bites it, but ya know. LOL Anyways, I thought, "What if Chloe'd succeeded after Chloe'd flipped out on Kirika?" And thus, I got the inspiration for this fic. It will be short, probably three or four chapters, so it shouldn't take up too much time. Cause I really need to finish Lost But Not Forgotten. Eheheh . . . yeah.
Twist of Fate - Change of Heart
Chapter One – Twist of Fate
Chloe panted, painfully aware of the sweat dripping off her nose and chin as she bent her head down, eyeing her slain prey in a state of . . . disbelief? Her hands were slick as they grasped the smooth hilt of her knife, the edges of her hands feeling the rough fabric adorning the now lifeless body of her fallen victim. She sighed, suddenly, her entire body falling limply onto the body beneath her as she lost her grasp on reality.
Mireille swallowed hard as she stared at the two forms ten meters in front of where she lay, fallen by a bullet clipping her leg. After a long while spent merely taking in the morbid scene Mireille limped tentatively toward the pair of flaccid bodies. She fell to her knees beside the two and pushed the unconscious body of Chloe off of the obviously dead girl, a silver shard of metal still protruding from her heart.
Mireille's expression was one of mindless disbelief as she pulled her fallen comrade into her arms. She grimaced at the unpleasant feeling of Kirika's now cooling skin against her own and thought numbly to herself as she brushed the Japanese girl's bangs from her face; I came here to kill you. And now you're dead, Kirika, she hugged the girl tighter, I can't believe it. I just don't believe it.
As the sun began to sink below the distant horizon its golden rays touched on the statuesque trio, a tear glinting as it fell from Mireille's face. Hours had passed as the Corsican had held her lifeless friend in her arms, rocking the girl gently as she mulled over everything and nothing. What had just happened? Chloe had blown a gasket, that's what'd happened. She'd turned so viciously on Kirika it was frightening. Now Kirika was dead. Chloe was sprawled out on the ground beside them, breathing slowly, obviously lethargic. Mireille eyed the youngest girl carefully. It had become apparent she felt strongly for Kirika; perhaps even loved her, from the sound of her ravings. And now Chloe had killed her.
Mireille's gaze focused on the sleeping girl's face, peaceful, innocent, and child-like. The Corsican frowned visibly, and when she wakes up . . . what will her face say then?
Torn from her thoughts by the rumble of a distant motor she looked toward the setting sun. It was not long before a small group of nameless men appeared from amidst the ruins nearby, led by a small group of men who were obviously prominent Soldats. Mireille grimaced, knowing she had no hope of defending against them in her wounded state.
The men advanced tentatively towards the three motionless figures. Mireille dropped her gun to her side, signaling she was not looking for a fight. She doubted she could even pull the trigger; the events that had transpired had completely drained her, not to mention her head was light from blood loss via the wound in her leg. As the men approached, she followed Chloe into unconsciousness.
Author's Note: Woo! First chapter high! LOL Review! On another note, , I love the fact I can change the color of my divider bars, but I'll gladly give that up for the ability to change text size.