Chapter 6: Aishiterus All Around

"Finally, some sleep." After what had happened that day, Mireille felt completely and utterly drained of any energy whatsoever. So much had happened….like her almost kissing Kirika….

The Corsican beauty slapped her cheeks in order to focus her mind on other things. "Hmph. I wonder which bag I put my cosmetics in." Mireille turned around to the huge closet and began the task of finding where in the bloody lump of baggage she had put her toothbrush.

Kirika Yuumura sat quietly on the bed, watching her partner sift through various bags, muttering darkly under her breath when she didn't find what she was looking for.

It had almost happened today. We had been so close….but that Suru had to interrupt.

Kirika's hands twisted themselves into a knot. If like that poem says, will Chloe be coming here? I can take care of myself while she's around, but I'm worried about Mireille's reaction. Mireille's never around her.

"….Kirika?" Mireille addressed from the closet, still turned around.

Kirika nodded. "Yes?"

"About today, when we almost…..kissed…." Her voice trailed off. Even from behind, Kirika could see Mireille's face flush a deep red. Her pale hands fumbled with the luggage bags as she waited for her "friend's" reaction.

"W-well….just know, that WAS intentional." Mireille responded before Kirika could do a thing. "So, please hear me out. I love you."

(And Clichéman strikes again….in a way….)

The younger girl froze, her muscles tightening in a way that you do when you're shocked. Only, maybe a little over the top. "M-Mireille?…." she whispered.

"I guess I always knew…somewhere inside me, that you loved me. But I was afraid….like a child…." Mireille chuckled a bit. "But, that was stupid, foolish…"

"Don't say that."

Mireille turned around. Kirika's face was flushed, her eyes soft. Like any regular girl in this situation would say.

"Please, don't say that. I love you too much to see you like that at all."

Kyoko flopped down on the bed heavily, the springs making a soft squeaking noise, raven-black hair framing her face randomly. Only one day, and all this had happened already….she had planned to take things slowly, one at a time, but now….they were probably packed and shooting their way out. Then, an uncalled-for memory pushed into her mind, one of that day that she'd rather not see again….

Sitting back up with a "Hup!", those black orbs in her face others called eyes watching the elaborately painted door. Staring ahead, she waited for the familiar sound of knuckle against wood, then, as the signal of an iceberg unfolded itself on the door, small tendrils of cold mist arising from it. Placing her delicate-looking hand outstretched on the door, she envisioned the sign appearing on the opposite side of the door. As always, it was the same: a black flickering fire, with a drop of sapphire-blue water in the center of it.

The door opened with a gentle inward swing.

"Kyoko? Are you feeling alright? You look like when, well…." Kenwa stepped into the room, his bare feet making a 'rustle rustle' sound in the thick carpet.

"Just thinking about how our guests are probably gone by now. And how we were almost caught. In the kitchen. Kissing…."

Kenwa's face had no emotion as he spoke. "You really don't need to bring that up…."

I know, Kenwa. But, it's worth it to see that look on your face.

"Time to go to sleep, then, Kenwa?" Kyoko's eyes were twinkling merrily, a slow turning of the corners of her mouth commenced.

"Yeah…."

"Then, get in…." Those twinkling eyes now burned with something else: lust.

"Only if you stop that look." Kenwa was secretly enjoying how Kyoko looked though. I mean, if your girlfriend looked at you that way all the time, wouldn't you enjoy it?

"Oh fine. Party-pooper." Her tongue was stuck out at him. The Suichino climbed into their bed.

"Shh, OK? Time for sleep…."

And so they settled down for their day's rest, Kyoko's back against his stomach, his arms around her. So happy they looked…..

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Chloe's eyes stared up, and up and up and up, at the Makashiro estate. Almost involuntarily, she smiled.

"So, they are here? What a strange place…."

She jumped backward, as a long claw shot out of the ground where her feet used to rest. It was followed by the glove it was attached to, and finally, its owner's face.

"What business do you have here, in the middle of my watch hour?" The words were serpent like, spoken with a little lisp-and-hiss sound that sounded much like a snake.

"I am here to see someone. Please move." Chloe's slanted eyes shut even more at the sight of Suru Makashiro.

"I was not informed of another guest….so pardon me if I don't let you in." His words might've sounded courteous enough, but his clawed hands lifted a little from the ground, as if in challenge.

The shattering of glass was the last sound to be heard before the firing of shots. Unfortunately for the intruding Soldats, their shots hit nothing but mattress.

Where the hell are they? One Soldat's thought echoed all the others. Such unprofessional words.

With several "rat tat tats", several of the Soldats dropped. The rest of them stood even stiffer, guns raised, unable to penetrate where the shots were coming from.

"Agghh!" Another of the suited men dropped. The remaining Soldats shot in the general direction of the assassin's direction.

And another fell, stabbed by a toothbrush. Like that 70's song, they all bit the dust right then, by gunshots or by Kirika's "ruthless" methods.

Mireille and Kirika emerged from under the bed, wiping down their very recently used guns. "Stupid new-timers. Couldn't tell we were under there all the time." Mireille commented.

No idea how someone stabs someone with a toothbrush, but with Kirika, it could happen, right? I mean, she did it with a broken sunglasses piece. And a fork.


I have no idea how you kill someone with a toothbrush, but it can be done if it's Kirika who's doing it, right? I mean, she's used sunglasses and forks as well.

And, Kyoko and Kenwa are simply sleeping together, for your information. You seriously think I'd write about THAT! That's WRONG...

And, as before, it might be a while 'til the next chapter...