College Obscurity

Chapter I: Roommates

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READ the Author's note please…… I don't want any of these complaints in reviews.

A/N: I apologize for the OOC. O.o Think of Mireille and all those adulty characters a little winsy bit younger. Let's say, the age of…… 18?
School names, airport names have ALL BEEN MADE UP. Where is thy school? I err…… will decide that eventually.

……………… Now…… You guys are all pro at the fic-ness mode and all…… This is a lame idea, but, but, AAHH don't kill me!

Last note to take in, there is NO, I repeat…… no yuri pairing. I'm not into yuri.

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A brightly lit room was slightly exposed due to the ajar door that slightly rocked back and forth on its hinges emitting small, yet irritating creaks.

Ignoring it's groaning complains, the blonde teenager opened a drawer and threw some more laundry in the already packed full suitcase.

The sunlight that pooled all over the floors, walls and objects that stood in its path was warmed by it's intense light. Her room was clean and tidy, well decorated and matched, yet there was always a void she felt that was to be filled in. A College diploma beside all of her previous graduations. Signed as the top A student Mireille Bouquet.

Today was the day she'd depart onto a new life, somewhere she'd start from scratch all over. She was reborn as someone…… new we could say.

"Mireille! Your cab's here! Hurry up!" A female voice rang from downstairs as the blonde weighed down onto the items she had in the suitcase so they would all squeeze in.

"Coming!" she replied, zipping it up yet leaving a bulge threatening to break the zip, 'next time I choose the suitcase, not mom……' Mireille sighed, picking up her two leather suitcases and forcefully walked downstairs, feeling herself weigh at least ten times than her usual self.

"Don't forget, you'll meet Uncle Claude at the airport and he'll take you to your new school. After that, don't forget to behave well, and best of all…… good luck! See you at Thanksgiving!" the Corsican mother took her child in squeezing embraced and bade her farewell. It was a very brief moment of exchanging goodbyes but Mireille knew they were going to keep in touch. Mr. Bouquet gentle noogied Mireille and offered to carry her luggage to the car as she gladly accepts. A long road awaited, far from her family, far from her old life.

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A small asian girl lazily looked out her window. It was nearly the beginning of a new school year, and she was still stuck in a college dorm until the end of her high school days…… Maybe even until she finished cegep.

Her brown hair occasionally swept up with breezes that flew in and out of the open glass that led to a relaxing scenery of endless woods in the mountains.

"She's coming……." The brunette whispered to no one in particular as she felt the responsibility of a major task settling in her heart.

"Noir…… It is the name of an ancient fate…… Two maidens…… who govern death……."

The recitings echoed throughout the vast walls of the old dorm.

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The taxi suddenly halted in front of a six stories high building that overlooked the rest of the city. It's position on the highest point of the region made it more of an advantage for the flight company.

A sign that was clearly marked: head office of Airport Isabella remained plastered on the duller walls. Mireille payed the cab driver and stepped out of the car, then retrieved her belongings in the trunk.

Inside was well adorned with smooth floors, matching-stoned check-in desks and many TV announcers. Typical airport, yet still a labrynth for whom who didn't attend there very much.

The Corsican blonde was too preoccupied reading the guidance map that she didn't notice swift footsteps who appeared to grow louder by the second. A fast approaching individual seemed to be yelling out her name. Casually looking up at the constant firmiliar calling, Mireille was tackled by an anonymous person, tightly latching onto her and hugging her with all their might.

"Can't…… br….. breath……." She managed to utter out as the firmiliar face finally came into view. Mireille's eyes widened as for her lips curved into a bright smile, "Silvana!"

"Mireille! You changed! Never thought I'd see you here of all places," the other female's long hair swayed back in forth as the side bangs totally shaded her left eye, "Oh, looks like your hair really isn't growing back there…… Well suits you anwyay."

"You haven't changed much the last time I saw you.…… And no, I don't think it is thanks to you," she accusingly pointed the finger at her friend, yet kept the smug smile plastered on her own face.

Chuckling lightly, the lavender haired girl replied in the same indifferent tone, "Ever since childhood," she winked, "I've changed more than you think I did."

"Your hair's the same, I bet yous till trip over things you can't see with your left eye……" Mireille trailed off.

"No, I can see perfectly well thank you……" the other female checked the clock firmly hanging on the marble walls, "should we start walking towards the desk?" Mireille nodded as both of them started to walk together, heading towards the main desk, "Better than having no hair growing there at all is you ask me," at this Silvana chuckled at the glare her friend shot at her, "So where you headed to?"

Their luggage trailed behind, tugged on as they rolled along behind them. Many eyes looked their way, staring both at the two friends indifferently.

"To a new college. Have you heard of Cegep Fortstrong?" Mireille asked, not aware of the glares they received.

"You kidding me? You mean Formstrong? That's the college I attend," Silvana glowered back at eye-sight hostile individuals, "I guess we're stuck back after all. I had a feeling we would one day…… We were great friends before."

"Yeah. Well looks like we're travelling together as well. Mind me why you came back here without visiting me?" Mireille halted as she took her place in line behind a file of people, waiting for their turn. A man had even looked back and squeaked, quickly keeping his distance from them.

"Thought you were still angry after that accident with your hair," Silvana shrugged, "and I didn't think you'd still live here after such a long time," the taller female looked around, occasinally narrowing her eyes at other passer by's who dared to sneer.

The line advanced. Employees, at their turn, casually called out, "next!" Finally the man who had been keeping his distance from them squittered away, to the farthest, free bureau.

Yet, the new figure that had lodged themselves behind the pair seemed to send them hostile glowering.

"Why's everyone looking at us like that?" the blonde Corsican suddenly whispered, now aware of the eyes while pushing back a strand of hair as she looked around as well.

"I'll tell you later. You don't surprise me much, you never liked watching TV news."

Mireille raised an eyebrow at her friend's odd behaviour but merely nodded as they waited their turn.

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"Chloe. What are you doing here?" the asian girl looked up at the new arrival.

The lone figure at the door entered, heedlessly muttering back, "I'm just visiting. Don't you feel a bit lonely all by yourself in a college dorm?" Chloe asked, taking a nearby hair brush and re-voluming her bouncy dark violet hair.

"I'm fine……" she replied monotonely, earning a indifferent gaze from the other individual.

"You know you could do whatever you want before she comes…… Waiting like this isn't going to make her arrival any faster," grasping unto her short knife, the purple-haired teenager leaned against the wall and started to flick the dagger out of sheer boredom, then putting the hair brush back where it belonged, "Kirika, sign ups are today, you better get dressed before you get kicked out of here……" yet another reason for Kirika to move.

The brunette sighed as she got up and packed her bag with the necessary items including a Beretta M1934.

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Mireille stared at Silvana, mouth agape and eyes as big as she could possibly open them, "You what!"

"It was all over the news! I can't believe you didn't hear about that," her friend replied simply, looking out of the airplane window.

"Well, no! I mean…… aren't you the least bit sad? Guilty? I can't believe you……"

"He was a traitor, I even learned that father had abused my mom in several cases, beating her up. Don't you think that was enough of a reason?"

Several ears perked up in the plane, each and every one of them leaned forward to get a better hearing.

"But…… I always knew him as a nice man…… and you were deducted from all charges?" sighing, Mireille sunk in her seat, unable to accept the sin her friend had committed.

"He used to be. People change……" she elbowed her seat swiftly making it bunk as the individuals who were eavesdropping quite closely yelped in pain. Lowering her voice, Silvana hushly admitted, "he was known for several cases of murder, traitory in other organizations and all I merely did was defend myself. I loved him too, but I guess I did what was best," she narrowed her eyes, "if it's hard to believe me, you can change seats now if you want."

"Oh Silv…… of course I believe you. No matter how clumsy-, no don't deny it, you walked into a pillar three hours ago at the airport, no matter how stubborn you are, I know you're always honest. And that's why we're friends!" Mireille announced proudly.

"………… you're odd you know that?" the assasin laughed lightly, sighing out of relief, "that's not all…… leader of a gang, now the whole school thinks I'm the murderer on campus after that incident last year. This incident isn't going to help me have a better reputation."

Murder seemed to have struck a nerv in the blonde's head.

"Murderer?" she asked calmly, " You mean there have been dead corpses found?"

"Yeah, students. God knows who's done it. All I know is that I don't hang out in forests, it's too dark there. Obviously they think a student from the campus is responsible. Like me for example," the lavender-haired girls crossed her legs, unconcerningly looking out of the window, "You're probably the only one that believes me excluding my friends from Formstrong."

"Your point is……"

"My point is that if you want a good reputation at that school, you should stay away from me."

Mireille seemed a bit taken aback by the point Silvana had made. She wasn't surprised that her old friend thought she had changed a lot, moreover like the rest of the students, mentally.

"Is your dorm full?"

"Well then, welcome to the great Intoccabile's dorm," she said jokingly, playfully punching her blonde comrade in the shoulder.

"Intoccabile? What's that?" she quirked an eyebrow at the name.

"My nick name," Silvana shrugged.

The blonde smiled, "Oh little cute mafia with a cute nick name. I wonder how that started……" she exhale noisily, "Mom's going to kill me after she knows there has been murder in the campus……"

"Relax, just stay away from the forest," her friend reassured her.

The particular individuals who have been listening intentively all shrunk back to their seats as the pilot now spoke overhead, "Please regain your seats as we prepare to land."

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As soon as the clouds dispersed into the upper horizon and when the lands of endless buildings came into view, the plane started to tremble slightly as it descended in altitude at great speed.

"Please buckle up for landing," the monotone voice spoke loudly over the intercom.

It was a sunny day, cloudy, yet fairly sunny. The rays that penetrated the white veil in the sky showered the lands of agriculture with delight. It was a pieceful region.

The golden wheats that occupied a fair amount of land from their view seemed to hold about many declarations of welcome.

Mireille looked at the individual by the window and gently nudged her, "Hey, we're here. Wake up."

Her reply was but a groan, "I know……"

As the plane landed, the seats trembled slightly giving off much pressure upon the clients, yet everyone remained calmed as the vehicule slowed down.

Passengers were now able to unbuckle from their seat, retrieve any bag packs then leave the airplane to meet up with patient family.

The jet soon emptied out by a long tunnel connected to the openings of the craft where it lead to a bus, whom was in charge of taking everyone to the airport.

Both the girls slowly advanced in line and eventually got into the next bus. Everyone seemed sleepy from the ride awaking as suddenly as they had landed.

The bus had started to advanced, making the crowd lose a bit of balance, yet remaining on it's mobile floor.

"Say…… aren't you…… weren't you afraid of staying at that school after knowing someone harmful lurks there?" Mireille paused, setting one of her bags on the bus' floor.

Silvana smirked and replied, "I thought you knew me better than that. I know, no fear, and I don't think it serves any purpose anyway."

"Nice for you to rub it in because you better be a light sleeper at night!" she snapped back.

"I barely sleep at night, if skipping classes to sleep sounds good to you, I'll be there to kill anyone who trespasses our room," the lilac-haired girl replied back.

"Skipping huh? Well you won't be skipping the minute I step in that room," the Corsican female announced.

"Sure you will……" pushing aside her side bangs momentarily to gaze at Mireille for a second, arching a thin eyebrow, "We're almost there…… Anyways, I guess we're splitting here. Make sure you meet me at the main entrance tomorrow and I'll show you the dorm."

Mireille nodded, "It better not be in a royal mess."

"Cleaner than you think my dear."

They both laughed as the vehicule halted in from of the stop. From the glass walls seperating them from the waiting room, Mireille could spot her blonde uncle, waving animately at her.

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A/N: No, I said, no yuri pairing…… And I apologize for moving so fast. Btw, I'm in Canada, school system is different even between provinces.

I know, I know, my ideas are like, weird, odd, stupid, and blah, I just felt like writing this kind of fic okies? Now please make me happy and review, for the sake of Lenne. OOC is bad…….. OOC IS BAD! I know! Aahhh…… Don't eat me.

To my knowledge, Mireille looked a bit…… regretful after killing Silvana…… So uh, best friends? Yes? :shifty eyes: