CHAPTER 2.
Kirika awoke slowly, feeling the soft body of Mireille beside her still deep in slumber. Quietly she rose from the bed and padded from the room, slipping into a loose dress that was on a chair nearby. With a smile at the still sleeping blonde she slipped out of the front door, but not into a place she was familiar with.
No long corridor of their apartment in Paris met her, instead she shielded her eyes against fierce sunlight as she stepped out onto a panelled terrace that hugged the front of their wooden house. A bright sky greeted her as she brought down her hand.
Still smiling she stepped onto the white sand that was hot with the morning sun, and began to walk to the gently moving sea, watching it wash up to her feet, cooling herself and the sand she stood on. She walked along the coast of the abandoned beach, leaving wet footmarks as she walked along. Still thinking about all that had happened to them recently.
After they had faked their deaths in front of the Soldats, not that Breffort had been fooled, they had quickly run from France. He had aided them, though from the shadows. Ensuring that there was a smuggler who asked few questions in France, and that he knew especially not to ask any in this case. Having a strange hut abandoned on a beach in Hawaii, only a little way from a bustling town, but quite secluded.
Breffort had obviously been happy to see them go. Kirika had been suspicious, why had he let them go? She had been so sure it was to kill them later, she had not wanted her new life with Mireille to end like that. But it was two years later and they were still here, Breffort had become the leader of the Soldats, he was happy to leave them be, as long as they left him be. A deal which worked well with them.
Their names, their lives. Erased by the Soldats. As far as most were concerned they had never lived.
Kirika smiled. It was really over, finally. No more killing, just like Mireille had promised. Just endless white beaches, roaring waves and beautiful landscapes. All that, and Mireille too.
A small house to themselves, a simple life. They travelled into the city and bought what they needed, sometimes saw a movie and played in a fair. Their funds they had raised from their past life would sustain them in a life of luxury until the day they died. Which was now seeming a long time away.
What could make this better?
Two pale arms encircled her shoulders and came together above Kirika's breast, making her smile as Mireille's head rested on her shoulder.
This could make it better. Kirika's skills had deadened slightly, something she was actually pleased with, it meant that the little things in life could surprise her, she was no longer on such an edge. With no hesitation she raised her own hands to Mireille's, leaning back happily as Mireille's fingers interlocked with her own.
"How are you today, mon ange?" Mireille whispered to her as she kissed the top of Kirika's mop of hair. Kirika closed her eyes happily, answering by leaning further into Mireille's frame. Mireille let out a silvery laugh, filled with complete contentment, it made Kirika's heart swell. That Mireille could be happy, that she could make Mireille happy just by being with her.
"That happy my little kitten?" She spoke again, hugging the small girl tighter to her. With a quick motion Mireille sat them both in the wet sand, Kirika at the front, in the blonde's lap and with Mireille's legs on either side of her. Kirika enjoyed the feel of the blonde's body behind her own. Mireille was wearing a lilac dress that looked beautiful on her.
Kirika sighed happily as the water lapped around them both, foaming around their knees as they sat there, simply keeping hold of one another. The both of them watching out to sea. It glistened, the horizon seeming aflame by the reflection of the sun on the waves, the calls of the birds reminding them that it was all real. That none of it was some dream they both wanted. It was real, and they were both there.
Kirika turned in Mireille's grip, reaching up to stroke Mireille's alabaster cheek before kissing her soft lips gently. Mireille watched with an amused twinkle in her perfect eyes,
"I love you Mireiyu." She whispered in her accented Japanese, caressing her love's name with her tongue, she loved the way the name sounded, and she knew Mireille liked it when she said it like that.
The blonde smiled in return and began to kiss Kirika again, gently at first but after a moment with more ardour, Kirika was still new and unsure to all of this. She enjoyed being with Mireille, and loved that she could bring out such emotion in the normally cold blonde. But it was still new and confusing.
Not that any of that mattered she realised, as she threw her arms around Mireille's shoulders and kissed her harder, their tears mingling together. None of it mattered. They were here, free together.
And Kirika had the rest of her life to love Mireille. They had as long as they both needed to become used to this love. As the waves caressed them and the sun beat gently down on them, nothing could disturb the two maidens, once cloaked in death, but now content in peace.
Very, very short. Also very soppy, mainly because I was unsure how Roniyuy wanted me to do this… That's right! Blame her, it was all her fault! Lol, kidding. Sorry this is late… if it is late. Strange thing is that I am writing this on Christmas day… for new years day.. So it may be late… but may not be? Ah well, whatever. Dedicated to Roniyuy, who is Onee-chan to me. Because it is her birthday! Or was on the 1st of January.
Also, because I am special and can do so! I dedicate this to Lain of Avalon, who is BETA reader and friend, among other things. Tch, is now called Lain.Ego for some reason… Not her birthday.. Unless VERY belated, so dedicated to her because I don't need a reason to do so. So two dedications really. I hope neither get jealous of that… you know I love you both!
Personally I think I didn't do very well… I hope you appreciate the thought behind it instead of the quality… I was, as I said. Kind of confused about how to do this. Forgive me!