A two chapter one shot, about an idea for the ending of Noir. You know, the gunshot and the watch, as well as the ending song.
This is dedicated to two people. Onee-chan, who is Roniyuy on And also to Lain.Ego. More about that at the end.
So here you go, oh. Disclaimer, don't own Noir, etcetera, don't sue me.
CHAPTER 1.
The wind was blowing furiously around the manor, billowing the grass one way and then the other as the orchard bent under it's blast. Sprawled across the land were dead bodies, left to stare at the cloud filled sky with their eyes fixed open in silent disbelief. Many were nuns, dressed in habits of light lilac, their bony white hands gripped golden handguns, the insignia of that which they had believed in, etched into the side of the barrel. It was a belief they had lived for, and one they had died for too.
The land was empty, silent. A garden dedicated to the dead, the body of a young girl lay smiling on a raised tomb, her magenta hair spread around her head as she lay in peace. Many other bodies lay with less caring, some leant against stone walls, their blood oozing across the cracked floor. Some lay flat on the soft ground, feeding the orchard with their bodies.
In the howling gale that seemed to cry with the horror of what had transpired, only six people lived. Two stood, facing one another at the edge of a field filled with tall grass. They stood still, their eyes never leaving one another as the wind blown grass slashed at their arms.
Perhaps four hundred metres from them stood four men, they looked lost in the fields of death. They did not belong, their suits seemed more in keeping with the office than out in the field. Beside them a long black limousine waited. One man watched with more interest than the others. His short white hair blew but a little in the breeze, as his gloved hands clutched tightly at the jewelled tip of his cane.
The three companions watched with grim satisfaction, waiting at what would come. Whilst he on the other hand, simply stood, ready to accept whatever happened. Even if it meant his own death.
Those who stood in the field, the two. Both female, their faces calm and poised. They cared not for what had happened here, their bodies were stained with blood, but very little was their own.
One was a tall woman, of an Arian nature, tall and lithe with long flowing blonde hair. Her aqua blue eyes stared at the other with cold hardness. Her pale face was hard, a thin red line marred her cheek where a bullet had come so close to ending her life. Gripped in her right hand was a worn and pitted Walther P99. Safety off.
The other was a far shorter girl, Asian by birth and with empty eyes that almost looked red tinted with brown. She showed no expression, despite her young age. A girl who should have been enjoying school, instead she was a woman, with no fear of death. She stared emotionlessly at her partner. Barely feeling the cold breeze on her skin, despite the flimsy gold outfit she wore. Her abdomen ached, where a bullet had already passed through her, but she stood still in the gale force winds. A scarred Beretta M1934 held negligently in one hand.
"So this is the end? The end of Noir?" The blonde one called out, having to shout to get her voice past the howling wind. The small girl's expression didn't change.
"Yes. Yes it is. An end to killing, an end to death." She spoke normally, letting the wind carry her words to her blonde counterpart. The blonde smiled, her visage softening.
"Yes. Just once more, then that's it. Noir is over and we won't have to kill anymore. You ready?" She called back, the Asian nodded, a small smile showing on her face, despite her pain, despite her emotional trauma.
"Yes Mireille. I'm ready."
As one their arms swept up, almost in perfect synchronisation, the Asian's gun held in both hands, the blonde's in one hand, a pocket watch in the other. Slowly she threw the pocket watch between them, the both of them watching it descend to the ground. It's face already smashed but with glass still there.
It crashed on the muddy floor, with a small shattering noise as the last of the glass fell free.
It was muffled by the twin gunshots, one quickly after the other, that sounded over the land.
Both figures fell, falling into the tall grass as the guns slipped from their nerveless fingers. Four men watched in silence, none winced, none smiled. They showed no emotion as the two fell.
A moment passed in respectful silence, before the one with the white hair and cane stepped carefully forwards, making his way through the tall grass slowly. Each step measured as he hobbled to them. The other three watched as he stopped by where they had fell, with one hand on his cane he knelt and picked something from the floor. Before walking slowly back to them, the wind tugging at his jacket, as if wishing to tear him from the land.
As he climbed the hill towards the three waiting figures he looked down at the object in his hand, the small pocket watch which had cause so much pain. No more glass was on it's face and it no longer played a tune, never again would it sound.
"Noir is gone." He spoke softly to his partners. Watching as each nodded in silent understanding, showing no indication of how they felt about this. He pocketed the watch after letting them see it, following them as they walked sombrely to the limousine. Ready to head back to France and finish their business, with no Noir to interrupt them.
Le Grande Retour was over.
Before he climbed into the limousine he turned once more to look out over the fields of waving grass, letting his eyes wander to the blood stained horizon.
"I hope you two find peace." He spoke loud enough for all to hear him, one nodded to his words, but the others ignored him, climbing into the limousine and pulling away from the abandoned manor.
As he looked out of the tinted window, watching the sun rise from behind the mountains, a small smile tugged at his lips.
"Somehow. I think you will."