Angel: Fwaa. Chapter 2 is here! I didn't think my story was all that good, guess I was proved wrong. :)

Awesome Possum: Err. Remember I said…alternate universe? Yeh, the legal driving age is part of that :P

M. Kye: Uhh, what's IMHO? Is it like…I'ma ho? Heheh, sorry. In the parenthesis, it would have "AN" for obviously, an author's note, otherwise it's part of the story. I'm not trying to be mean. That's what my friend says. Oh and the legal driving age…just read the answer thing above.

Oo Xel-chan oO: Thanks, but I don't like tortilla chips. If you give me Pocky I'd be extremely happy. That stuff is addictive like crazy. I buy like, three boxes every week. XD

Any of the reviewers asking: I know it sucks Noir: Outtakes was removed, that's why I made a xanga to post them up. I'll get them there as soon as I can. But, I'm just really lazy. You'd better prop them too.

Disclaimer: Same as the first chapter. I don't own Noir, and (regretfully) Noir doesn't own me. PWNED by my friend :)

Childhood Memories

WEEEEER!!

…pomp.

"Dammit! That's the thirty-ninth time!!" Chloe yelled as she plucked yet another paper airplane from her gravity-defying hair.

Ever since she'd left the safe house, Chloe kept receiving letters from Altena urging her to pick up the pace. And it was annoying the hell out of her. But if she wanted to survive severe paper cuts, she'd have no choice except to move faster.

"Damn you Altena!!"

That wasn't a smart idea.

WEEER!

"Oh crap," she knew that sound from anywhere.

Another plane….

…which meant another annoying letter from her oh so beloved 'mother'. Damn Altena had a good arm, not to mention good timing too….depending on whose side you favor.

Fearing what her mother figure had written this time, Chloe suddenly broke into a sprint, hoping she could outrun the damn thing.

Unfortunately for her the wind picked up, making the plane glide even faster.

…pomp.

Ha! It caught up and landed in her hair once again. Poor girl.

She stopped running, pulled out the letter from her mane and for no reason at all, read it.

My Darling Chloe,

Quit your damn complaining and move it!! I need to tell you and your friends something VERY important. And, like I said, if you don't go quickly I destroy your mini Kirika shrine.

Lots of love,

Altena

Chloe sighed loudly, the frustration getting to her. She hated it when Altena threatened to demolish the mini shrine. Surprisingly, Altena had never touched it. Damn her.

Really.

"Eh well," she shrugged, "can't do anything about it," and continued on her (not) merry way.

Amazingly, Chloe made good time. Already she was in Madrid after four days of walking…and running from maniacal paper airplanes.

Still. It would have been easier to take a car. Or a taxi.

Hmm…a taxi…

She stopped walking, looked across the busy street and spotted a vacant cab. Quickly, Chloe walked over to the taxi driver and said, "Paris. Now."

"Sí señorita," he replied, and started the car.

Chloe got in the vehicle, sat back into the seat and visibly relaxed. She was very happy that no letters were being sent to her in the cab.

"Now this is much easier," she said after five minutes of driving. Suddenly the car jolted to a stop.

"What the hell just happened?" the assassin demanded.

"Eh, traffic señorita," the driver explained, "maybe it'll take…ten minutes?"

Something hit the windshield.

….Damn Altena.

Chloe got out of the car and retrieved the letter. After getting back inside, she opened it.

My Darling Chloe,

I told you not to use a car. You'd get stuck in traffic when you could have saved time walking. You never listen to me. I'm ashamed. Really, I am. I taught you better than that. Anyway, you'd better get your butt to Paris soon. Or else.

-Altena

The young assassin sighed in defeat. Altena was right. It's easier on foot.

Eh well. Chloe was already in an air conditioned cab. They never have that in the Manor. So she decided to savor the moment.

And yet…

"Damn you bad luck! And damn you traffic!!"

Angel: Let's see, the rate of my story…isn't too fast. Not making much progress, heheh. I suck, I know. So this may be a long story..not quite sure yet.

Is that possible? You know, to get to Madrid on foot in four days of nonstop walking and/or running from Sevilla? Tell me please, I'm not good at estimation…or timing.

Buahaha. I'm evil! I'm making you wait. Bet you're anxious for me to type up the stories of their childhoods ne? Well, keep reviewing and I'll keep writing. Fair enough right? Till next time! 10/20/04