College Obscurity
Chapter II: Hair Memory
Disclaimer: I wish.
A/N: Ohh life goes on……
I just realized XD that blonde was spelled with an 'e' at the end. That word always confused me…… Now scratch out those bad blonde spelling moments back in chapter one.
This fic is actually based on the movies Cry Wolf. Ohh I love that movie!
Silvana is so OOC, ugh, ugh, ugh!
……Everyone ends up growing up, even if they want to or not……
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"Uncle Claude!" exclaimed Mireille as ran towards the handsome, and tall blonde male, outstretching his arms and giving her a great hug.
He smile brilliantly back and asked, "Mireille! It's been such a long time! How's your mother doing?" Claude released her from his iron grip and gave her a pat on the head.
"They're fine," she replied instantly, catching Silvana talk to a group of teenagers her age. They all seemed happy to see her except the girl with short, dark violet hair whom just nodded as approval. One guy in particular tried to hug her but another male had pushed him almost comically as they fought. Silvana just sighed.
"Oh, right, you must be tired. I'll bring you to my house and then we'll talk about tomorrow's plans," Mireille's uncle smiled as he led her to the entrance. On the way, the Intoccabile smiled at her and waved good bye as her friends exchanged looks and peered at her curiously.
She felt a tad bit awkward yet remained calm. It's not like they'd eat her alive…….
'A gang…… I've heard that her Italian family was involved in the mafia……' the blonde thought, 'I never expected her to be like that too……'
"Hey, do you miss your family already?" Uncle Claude asked, sternly looking at her as they walked towards his car, instantly snapping her back to reality.
"Uh no! Not at all, I'm happy to start a new life…… I guess I feel a bit bad after leaving mom all of a sudden though," Mireille smiled, somewhat unconvincingly, "I must say, this place is beautiful."
"Heh, yeah, you'll love the shopping mall," he said jokingly yet obviously knowing one of Mireille's favorite pass times.
The car descended the endless paths of asphalt that led them back to the main highway. Everything seemed perfect in this country…… Yet this nagging emotion deep within the Bouquet's daughter told her something was going to go wrong……
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The sun slowly crawled back at the other end of the sky as it seemed to die out forever, yet to be reborn once again after it died out in the other side, like the heavens. Emitting it's last glows of hope, it became bloody red, a perfect time to admit ones sins and let yourself be engulfed by darkness afterwards.
"Wow you live here all by yourself!" Mireille looked up at the stone-house that casted a grand shadow upon the block, cement ground.
"Yeah, well, it's always to have a lot of space. Are family's known for great fortune you know," the taller individual grinned, appreciating his household once again.
"Better not have been built on a graveyard……" the younger female remarked sarcastically.
"I'll let you know after you've been eaten by a ghost," he smirked.
"I appreciate that, thank you."
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Green matching curtains with the rest of the chamber's assembly, it was a beautiful guest room.
"Well I didn't know you were into decorating dear uncle," mocked Mireille as he heaved her things onto the neatly-made bed with lively forest, green sheets.
He observed the scenery as well, admitting, "It wasn't me. I called in pro decorators to come and furnish the house. Can't stand bringing people in with un-matching things now can I?"
Nothing seemed out of place as the beautiful sunset contributed to the nice environment, giving off the red-dying tint to the room.
After Uncle Claude left the room, Mireille silently unpacked only some of her clothes seeing she'd depart once again tomorrow.
The silence made her irresistible to think about deep thoughts and about events that had happened lately.
'Silvana's changed a lot over the years…… Reminds me of how we first met……… or the hair incident……' she frowned at that thought, as Mireille touched her bang-less side of her forehead where no hair grew, 'I'll get her for that……'
A silver pocket-watch was taken out of the smallest pocket of the suitcase. It gleamed in the blood-sunlight as it seemed to turn to crimson blood itself.
The swords the maidens held were the highest peak, therefore reflecting the darker part of the scarlet.
(Flashback)
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Children laughter's could be heard in the distance as they echoed through the winds that carried them.
The sun radiated upon the green, lush grounds of Sicily, the tall and long grass swayed to the breeze.
"Stop running so fast!" A small child with wheat-blonde hair skidded across the meadow, bellowing at her faster friend whom was clothed in a violet robe. Her own was pink and frilly, fit to a child her age.
"Not my fault you're short Mireille!"
"Stop that!"
At the bottom of a sun-lit cliff, were raging water-waves that crashed down upon the million of pebbles and stones, whom had fallen off the cliff's tall ground, limiting the access to a certain point.
Huffing out to catch breath, the smaller youngster collapsed on the grass, yet finding new treasure that had been offered to her. The yellow flowers brightly flashed back at her smile as Mireille picked one from its stem, "They're beautiful……"
"Not as beautiful as the sky," Silvana sat beside her, picking herself a flower as well.
"I have an idea! Whoever can make the prettiest flower crown gets to keep one of the other person's precious belonging they brought today!" the blue-eyed child smiled brightly as she dug into her pocket and drew out a golden locket. In her turn, the amethyst-eyed child took out a Sicilian knife, sheathed with pure silver and embedded with many different precious stones.
"I cannot give you this. But," her words were left lingering in the air as another item had been drawn out. This time, instead of a sinful weapon, a beautiful pocket watch with silver lining shone brightly. Embedded the cover were two women, both holding swords kneeling and facing the other, "This is actually my dad's but he gave it to me a few days ago. It was said to be passed along the family as a gift from this other thing I don't know about. I'm probably now allowed to give to you either, but I really don't care…… who said you'd win anyway?" she challenged.
Mirielle giggled, picking the most flowers possible and intertwining the stems on the way.
The sun slowly crept further down it's skyway passage, illuminating more of it's way headed.
They both faced each other, smiling brightly at the other while having their arms out of sight where they both held their prize and flowers.
At the count of three, both flower tiaras flashed in front of their eyes, identical to the slightest petal.
"I offer this flower crown to the daughter of the Bouquet. Do you accept?" Silvana asked.
"I accept."
The lilac-haired girl kneeled down, seemingly amused at how short Mireille was so she could actually place her crown.
"And to the daughter of the Gleone's. I offer this flower crown as well."
"Thank you."
The breezes flew past them again.
"Now who won? They look the same……" it was true.
"How about we both exchange? That way it's fair," the tallest one smiled as the brilliant blue eyes stared back, happily.
They exchanged.
As soon as they both had their comrade's item in possession, Silvana rose from the grass and walked to the edge of a cliff where she stared down at the raging waters who were savagely beating down upon the motionless rocks below.
Mireille followed suit, unsure of her friend's reaction, "Scary……" she stared down as well, recoiling a bit for the fear of losing balance and falling in.
"Are you really?" the violet-robed child asked.
It was the first time Mireille could actually see her in a serious way. Usually she'd always goof off and make her laugh.
"Well…… I guess……" came her reply, curious.
Reaching out to unsheathe the blade of her weapon, Silvana and advanced towards Mireille.
"Uhm, Silv?" the wheat-blonde-haired child stepped several paces back, afraid of the sharp object.
A tense silence followed as they both stared at each other. One in fear and the other, emotionless.
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"Ahahahahahahaha!" lilac hair swayed to the wind as she burst out laughing, breaking the golden silence.
"Huh?"
"You thought I was actually serious? You know I would never-" That's when it happened.
A rock that was hidden by the tall blades of grass seemed to particularly choose this time to trip the poor girl.
Within a sharp movement, the blade slashed across Mireille's horror-struck face as Silvana tumbled to the ground.
Maybe it was just their imagination, or things went the slow motion way, yet it ended as fast.
"M-Mireille! Are you okay?"
That question lingered in the air as the youngest child turned around, eyes still wide but lowers lips quivering as a single trickle of blood descended slowly down her face.
"Ah! Er, I didn't mean it! I swear!" Scooping up the wounded child in her arms and losing her cool, Silvana tried to calm her down before tears started to spill out as well. Quickly taking a napkin from her pocket, and dabbing it gently on her forehead, her voice seemed somewhat sincere with a hint of panic, "Sorry, really……"
"Am I bleeding?" the little girl's question was answered swiftly as she observed the blood-stained napkin with mild interest.
Silvana seemed a bit disturbed by her friend's sudden attention and hungered eyes towards her own blood as she tightly hugged her.
End Flashback
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'Well, it was first time I saw blood anyway…… I think……' thought Mireille, a bit embarrassed and trying to convince herself it was nothing but mere discovery to an infant's eyes.
Gazing out of the window at the distant land of forest, the Corsican female sighed.
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"Do you really think she's the right one? Planning all of this and going through all that trouble seems meaningless for one single woman we are not even certain of," Chloe stated, walking along her brunette friend.
"It is but Mistress Altena's wishes. I just follow along……"
Everything went silent, all except the excited chirping of the birds.
"I guess you're right," the dark-violet-haired girl finally sighed, observing a few passer-by's while pulling the collar to her shirt a bit closer. The weather was getting a bit more chilly, yet suitable and still pleasant, "about our job…… do you not think others will get in the way?" she asked, kicking a small pebble along the ground.
Kirika paused once again but never looked up, never left the sight of moving soil beneath her feet as they walked along, "they might…… but who is to say, this has to be fulfilled at all cost. No matter what the lives wasted. It is our destiny……"
"Right, right…… Let's talk about something else……"
"……….."
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"Ah thank you," Mireille quickly awkwardly dismissed one of the maids that had come in, serving the table and garnishing it with food. She wasn't used to such luxury, but considering how many companies Uncle Claude owned, this wasn't so bad, in fact, she could relax for…… well the short hours until departure tomorrow morning.
"So, tell me about your schedule tomorrow," her uncle stared intently in her eyes, resting his chin on his hand as he took the first sip of soup, "I don't think you'll have trouble getting around the school. I see you already met someone."
"Ah yes. She was a friend back in the years. But the letter I received from the mail a few weeks ago said that tomorrow was but a day of school reunion in the auditorium, which means the rest of the day is free," the blond took her own sip of the cream soup before her. She had to admit the cooks were really talented.
"Well that's good news for you then," he chuckled, "but the malls are atleast thirty miles from that college. The only thing near it which is about a couple of meters away is the high school beside it."
"A high school?" Mireille now knew she was missing out on a lot of information. A murder on the loose, a high school right beside…… what now? Little kids invading her school's dorms? She could picture the hallways noisy while she studied for mid-terms…… ugh……
"Yeah, then these serial murdering……"
'Oh great, now it's serial murdering,' the thoughts of violence now entered her mind.
"It kinda surprises me your mother let you come to this school," Claude stated, curiously, "I'm not too sure about it being serial murdering, but I've heard there are many gangs there too. Could be them."
'Doesn't surprise me that Silvana's blamed then.'
"Then we think the principal isn't doing much…… I don't know if this is a good idea."
'Probably lazy to do anything about the school. Most people only think about money.'
"Mireille are you alright?"
'I wonder if this was a good idea, coming to this school too-' her train of thoughts were broken as Mireille looked up, back to reality, "Uh yeah, yeah! Just spaced out. Sorry," she added sheepishly. It was a bit rude of her she admitted……
"As I was saying, you think this is a good idea? You could always change your mind you know," his words rang true. But this also meant a new challenge, so backing up wasn't an option. She was a persistent woman, and nothing could stop her…… well unless a gun was pointed right at her head as for someone gravely blamed was to be her roommate and-
"I'm sure it'll be fine. Besides, what could go wrong?"
A lot of things would and probably will go wrong……
She never really thought before talking now did she? No…… Mireille silently cursed to herself, knowing she could evade this wrong step in life. But was it necessarily wrong? Silvana already killed a man. Her own father. What stopped her from killing anyone now?
She was just going to have to trust her.
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A/N: I have died, but now I have been revived. Whee…