Thanks for the reviews everyone. Next chapter is going up.
Okay people, I don't know what age Mireille is, so here are some parameters, very sorry if I got them wrong compared to how a baby normally develops, but here goes.
She's off breast feeding, because that would just be weird. She can't walk, and can barely crawl. Has no teeth. I think that's about it really. No speaking either.
Chapter 2 - A Failure in Communication.
The baby was still crying, holding it's arms out to Kirika pleadingly. Kirika just stared back at it, feeling her mind numbing as she tried to figure out what to do. She was lucky that their neighbour was on holiday she realised, for this racket would have brought them in.
"I don't know what you want!" Kirika cried in desperation, hoping it could understand her. But of course it couldn't, instead it started crying louder, if that was even possible, and falling forwards as it held it's arms out.
Maybe it wants me to come over? Kirika thought to herself as she realised what the arm gesture might have been.
Cautiously she walked forwards, not quite knowing what to expect as she sat down on the bed next to the child. Instantly the crying stopped and the baby Mireille crawled slowly over to her, falling onto her upper thigh and trying to crawl into her lap. Hesitantly Kirika helped it up with a light push on it's back, the tiny blonde girl landed in her lap and looked up at her with blue eyes that still seemed to hold so much intelligence. Just like Mireille.
It made no other motion, simply staring into her eyes until Kirika was forced to break the contact and look away. What am I supposed to do now, I don't know anything about babies...
As if sensing her thoughts the baby again began to cry, making Kirika jump nervously, though she had the presence of mind to keep hold of the child. Frantically she looked around, searching for anything that might distract the tiny terror.
Remembering what she had seen an elderly man do to his own child, Kirika hid her eyes behind her hands and then pulled them apart, making a little "Peek-a-boo" Noise. Instantly the baby stopped, although the expression just looked shocked.
Alright, now that was just wrong. Mireille thought to herself as Kirika tried to play Peek a Boo with her. She thought were she not an assassin she might have had a cardiac arrest at the frightful image. Kirika... Peek a Boo... it just didn't mix...
Because she couldn't speak Mireille began to cry again, making a complete racket despite her intention to keep it quiet. Kirika's brown eyes widened in helplessness as she tried to stop her crying, rocking her slightly, albeit somewhat Roughly.
No... stu...pid... I ... am... hun...gry! Mireille thought angrily between swift lurches, and now she was feeling sick. Just bloody great!
HUNGRY! She tried to scream, but all that came out was a long wail. Kirika stopped shaking her and just looked at her with a completely confused expression. Oh for God's sake, you IDIOT! Mireille wanted to scream, if she ever got out of this then Kirika was going to mothering classes.
Mireille couldn't see very well, after a metre or two images were very blurry, but she did her best to point in the direction she knew the fridge to be in.
Kirika's head followed where she was pointing.
"You hungry?" Kirika asked quietly as if of herself. Mireille tried to nod, but found that her heavy head bounced around like a pendulum, giving her one killer headache.
God, I've been a baby for less than twenty minutes and I hate it already...
I hope she knows I can only drink milk... She thought to herself worriedly as Kirika set off for the kitchen area, passing out of her sight for a moment.
Suddenly a fierce wave of panic shot through her, nearly overwhelming her control as she resisted the urge to cry in fear. To wail and scream until Kirika came back.
Luckily the small Asian was coming back around with a few things in her arms, and the strange urges died immediately, leaving Mireille confusedly trying to orientate herself. What had "That" been...
Despite her efforts the strange emotion and it's source remained unknown, and the thought of it was swiftly overwhelmed when a pile of food was placed on the bed. Probably the entire contents of the fridge. Making Mireille's tiny belly rumble slightly in hunger.
Kirika just looked at her, obviously hoping that Mireille would pick out her own food. Good job, I'm not a regular baby, she thought as she crawled... well... rolled ... over to a small carton of milk and placed her tiny hand on it. Is that my hand! She asked herself, amazed at the appendage, barely a few centimetres long.
Her musings were interrupted as Kirika sighed happily and carried the rest of the food away. Again, Mireille was nearly overwhelmed by that same wave of despair and sorrow, threatening to send her under, until Kirika returned and it left again.
"Huh...?" Kirika's voice sounded out, rather booming in Mireille's tiny opinion, but then that was to be expected when the normally short girl was currently ten times her size. The brown gaze was on the still untouched carton of milk.
Kirika...I'm a damned Baby, I can't bloody well open it! A baby probably couldn't swear either, but Mireille did make a very good attempt. Instead, to get her point across Mireille was forced to try and open it, then look pleadingly at Kirika when she failed.
Luckily the dark haired girl got the point and opened it for her, then in a surprising show of actually knowing what to do, helped Mireille onto her lap and tilted the carton very gently towards her mouth.
Nice job. Mireille complimented as she carefully drank of the cool milk, feeling it fill her tummy as she continued to drink. She was surprised to find she could drink and breathe at the same time, but didn't see why not, it seemed she had been totally changed into a child, internal organs as well.
Whatever.
Her stomach told her she was full, and it was simple enough to make Kirika stop, just by turning her head, and letting a bit dribble down her chin and neck. Mireille tried to burp only to find that she couldn't, even though she knew as a baby, she had to after each meal. As if Kirika could be expected to know that.
"Hic-ack..." She managed to get out as she coughed within herself, sending her tiny frame into shakes. Luckily Kirika noticed the signs and after a quick panic gave her a solid pat on the back. A bit too solid.
Owww! Damn it Kirika, you're burping me, not killing me! It hadn't dawned on her then, but it did after that comment. Oh my God! I'm being burped! Like a baby!... well... I Am... a baby... But still...AHHH... the embarrassment... the everlasting horror!
She'd never live it down.
Against her will she yawned for a long second, making Kirika look at her funny for a second, before the weariness hit her with the weight of a sledgehammer. Damn, she'd never been so tired before... and she'd barely been up for a six hours today.
This new body obviously needed a lot of rest, and probably a lot of feeding too... she thought as she had to laugh at the realisation that Kirika would be getting up quite a bit tonight.
Heh-heh-heh.
It was almost too good to be true, Mireille was going to sleep, yawning quietly and making little kneading motions on the bedspread, much like a cat might. Before slowly snuggling up and falling asleep in a matter of seconds. Leaving only a light breathing behind.
Okay, Kirika. QUIETLEY make your way to the computer, and find out how to care for a baby. THEN find someone who can help...
Following her own instructions she silently made her way to the computer, thanking her assassin's instincts that allowed her to make not a single sound.
The computer clicked on, although she had prudently unplugged the speakers, and she quickly began to surf the internet for anything that could help. Within minutes a few hundred documents were being printed. Doubtless Mireille would kill her for the cost, but she'd understand. If.. no, when, she turned back to normal.
Mireille would turn back, she was sure of it. But until then Kirika needed to track down the bastard who had done this to her love.
Mireille had a network of informants, which Kirika could remember by name, face, location and speciality. Admittedly she'd never talked to them before, had never uttered a word in front of them, she just hoped the recognised her and trusted her.
Another quick hour passed as Kirika checked the emails before beginning to quietly read the tips for mothers. Whoa, back a step, I'm not a mother. Just looking after a baby. Yeah, that made more sense.
Perhaps it was fate, or just incredible irony which made Mireille choose that moment to begin screaming and crying for her. Making her fall backwards off the chair as she struggled to her feet and ran to the bedroom area. Ready for yet another game of trying to figure out what Mireille wanted.
"Damn I hate this."
Hee hee, Mireille is completely aware of what is happening, oh how fun!
Very short chapter I'm afraid. Sorry about that, I recently bought an RPG, so have been staying up until 3am each night playing it, it hasn't left me much room for Fanfiction writing. But see, I DID manage to write this as well as another chapter for Bunker Fever. Divine Contract might take a little longer, but hey, be patient.
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