BACK FROM HOLIDAY, LET THE FANFICTION ROLL!
So here is the sequel for "When a job goes wrong." You know I had to decide whether to start this as a new Fanfiction, or simply add the chapters onto the original. But it thought that might be cheating my way to more reviews... So in the end I chose this way, despite that it may mean "When a job.." ends on JUST under 200 reviews... Damn...
I have been told that this seems a little unoriginal and a little too much like my last fanfic, but I hope it will work regardless. So without any more meaningless blabber...
Trying for more humour, tell me if it's too much. Kirika and Mireille will be serious, humour will again be in the situations. Romance is there, but stunted, as Mireille IS a baby... would be kind of strange...
Chapter 1. - The Author's Touch.
The room was dark, shadows clinging to the walls and the only illumination coming from a flickering blue computer screen, flashing onto a gaunt and malicious face. There was nothing on the computer, but he felt that when you were concocting plans one should do it in a dark room, and the flashing computer was for added effect. But anyway, the face was gaunt, and the eyes shone like diamonds with the reflected light from the computer screen.
Noir... The name made him gag, how he hated that name. How he hated Noir, two maidens who governed death? HE was the one who decided when people lived and died. Not two lesbian assassins!
But it would have been boring had Noir died, yes it would be a shame for the game to end so soon. Although Edwin and his damned drug had not worked as planned. But he knew his mistake this time.
He had assumed, wrongly perhaps, that Kirika was the dangerous one, that Mireille was useless without Kirika. He had not reckoned with the fact that Mireille was still a very dominant woman, and able to control both a hormone raging Kirika and still kill Edwin. He would not make such an assumption this time. After all, "Assumptions make an Ass out of U and mptions..." or something like that. And Nobody makes an ass out of the Author!
This time his plan was foolproof, he now realised that Mireille and Kirika worked together to master their enemies, and he had left Kirika operational to Mireille. This time he would put Kirika through her paces, see how she coped without Mireille to help her along the way.
Yes. He would have his victory... And Noir...
Would die!
Just as soon as he could find the light switch...
Kirika strolled happily down the sidewalk, her quick stride eating up the distance to their apartment, a heavy bag of groceries banging against her thigh with each step. The streets of Paris seemed empty at this time, three in the afternoon. It was a time that not many saw, older people being at work, and the younger at school. It was one of the thongs that Kirika was thankful of her profession for. That and one other thing...
That, and the fact that it had allowed her to meet Mireille. Unconsciously Kirika felt her pace quicken, making the groceries bang with more frequency. She smiled to herself when she realised, but did not slow her pace. These last few weeks since they had gone to America had taught her how much Mireille meant to her. Leaving for even a few minutes was enough to make her miss the blonde.
It was a strange feeling. Love. That warm tingling she felt whenever she looked at Mireille. The sparks that seemed to fly from their eyes when they met. The smile that broke irrepressibly through her frozen mask whenever Mireille smiled at her.
Yes, love was a new and strange sensation. But defenitely a welcome one.
Intimacy didn't come easily to either of them, and yet... there was no confusion between them, almost a silent understanding. Whenever they sat near each other, Kirika's hand would reach out almost subconsciously, and it would always be met halfway by Mireille's hand.
It was mildly embarrassing, but she couldn't seem to keep her hands off Mireille. Every thing she did now she did whilst holding Mireille's hand, as if by losing the contact, she would lose everything she had gained over the last few weeks. She didn't want to lose that. Didn't want to lose Mireille.
They had not taken on any jobs since then. They both knew how foolish that would be, how could they efficiently take down their target, when all they could think about would be the safety of their partner?
Assassins weren't supposed to love. It was one of the Golden rules, an unspoken law. So what happened when you could not follow it? What happened when love caught you, regardless of your promises?
Retirement? Was that the point when you had to lay down your gun and look for another way to earn your daily bread? They said you couldn't retire, that the sins of the business would follow you. It was true that people had this annoying habit of blaming the assassin for the kill. But they had been careful hadn't they? The only people alive, who knew of them were the Soldats. And the Author...
The Author... Kirika knew it would be dangerous to let their guard down with him still after them. Until he was dealt with Kirika doubted that they could ever retire, but what did they know of him? Only that he had been the boss of Edwin and that he was feared. Not enough to start a hunt on.
Her head began to ache, as it did when she thought about a problem too deeply, information tracking was defenitely Mireille's forte. The Corsican blonde had contacts all over Paris, each with their own specialities.
Luckily their apartment building was before her. Kirika smiled as she cradled the bag in one hand whilst searching for the main building key with the other. A minute of fumbling later and Kirika was ascending the stairs to the second floor, where their apartment was. She reached the floor and stepped out towards the door. When she froze.
A white piece of paper was stuck to the door. With a symmetrical perfection that made it look even more suspicious. Eviction? Kirika's mind queried before dismissing the idea, their repayments were always prompt and in full. They were good custom. Nervously Kirika reached for the document, snapping it away from the cellotape bindings and bringing it down to eye level.
Yuumura Kirika,
Mireille is inside, although not as you know her. You killed Edwin, but I am always here and will always be near. I am the Author, I can reach out and kill you at my leisure.
Mireille is asleep on the bed. Have fun.
The brown bag split open as it slammed against the floor, abandoned as Kirika forced her way into the apartment, her Beretta at the ready. Nothing met her. The apartment was as it had always been, clean and tidy with not a single sign of struggle. For a moment Kirika dared to hope that it had all been a lie.
Until, as she cautiously stepped up into the partitioned sleeping area, she saw a small form laid on the bed. Kirika knew it was Mireille, there was no uncertainty. It was her.
Mireille was a tall woman, with long blonde hair, a slim figure and beautiful curves.
She was not about one and a half feet tall with shoulder length blonde hair and huge blinking blue eyes. The face that regarded her was small and cute, with a tiny nose and a small mouth under large blue eyes. It was the face of a tiny child. Perhaps only one or two years old.
"Mireille?" She dared to ask, past the rising block in her throat, the bright blue eyes turned to regard her, responding to the name of her Corsican partner. "No... it can't be... Mireille..."
But it was so, despite all her wishes to the contrary. Somehow, for some reason. Mireille had been turned into a child.
The small child reached it's arms out to her pleadingly, but Kirika didn't know what it wanted. She felt stupid and redundant. Mireille would know what to do, if she was here. She would have an answer, would know where to start. What would Mireille do?
"Ehh-uhh" The child, Mireille, urged with small noises. Kirika felt hot, confused and flustered.
"I don't know what to do, I don't know what you want, what am I supposed to do?" She cried out in sudden fear, realising how helpless she was to help her love.
As if startled at her voice, the baby began to wail loudly into the sudden silence of the apartment, making Kirika clap her hands over her ears.
Kirika wished she could join in.
Me and intros eh? Just CANNOT write a good intro. Someone help me here? Damn it. Oh well, it should get better, I usually write better chapters after the intro.
Seriously if anyone feels that they can help teach or just offer advice as to writing intros, then please offer it. I will be very grateful to you.
Review please...