Angel: I know what you guys are thinking. The second chapter was really crappy. But that's only because I hadn't planned that previously. It was just an impulse. Really.

I only noticed this now. I've been using damn a lot. Chapter 2 I wrote damn like, eight times. (sweatdrop) I have huge problems. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn oh and uh...damn. Heheh.

Oo ZelasMetallium oO: ....HUNDREDS?!?!? (sobs) Meh well.

Disclaimer: I don't have to say this every time right? Bleh. Whatever. But you get the idea. I don't own Noir, but! I do own a name! Nerpasof. One day I'll make it a company and make millions (of cents)!! MAHUHU(cough)HUHUHU!!

Childhood Memories

"Wah! Finally. Here!" the cloak clad assassin said with much happiness. After about a week of sheer torture from papers, Chloe (as safely as possible) arrived in Paris, and was now standing in front of the apartment building of a Mireille Bouquet.

She stepped out of the cab and walked up the stoop.

"Señorita! The cab fare! You didn't pa—"was all that came out of the poor taxi driver before a knife was produced and thrown very accurately in a matter of milliseconds.

"Heh. Heh. Heh," she smirked at the corpse.

WEER!

...pomp.

"Uy. I'm here, I'm here. I'm gonna get them, Altena!" Chloe yelled to no one in particular. Passersby stared at her and sweatdropped, but went back to their daily agendas when she gave them a menacing glare.

My Darling Chloe,

It's not that. It's just, don't kill taxi drivers to get out of paying them. That's not cool. You're an assassin, not a murderer.

"...they're the same thing.."

...shut up. Just, get the others, find a ride or something and get yer ass down here!

I'm waiting,

Altena

Chloe crumpled up the letter and hung her head. After about thirty seconds of using the 'Keep Calm' technique (AN: Health class. Social Decision Making. x.X), she trudged up the stoop again and opened the door to the building.

Taking her time, Chloe climbed up the stairs towards her targets' room number.

Suddenly she stopped.

Realization finally hit her.

...Instead of her going all the way to Paris, why couldn't Altena send Mireille and Kirika a letter?!?!?!?!??!!?????!!!!

She facefaulted, and quite ungracefully I might add.

Chloe got up and rubbed her sore forehead, "Making me waste my time...."

Ah well, she couldn't do anything about it now. She was already here...standing in front of the door....procrastinating. Shaking her head vigorously and focusing on her so called 'mission', the teenager knocked on the door.

A soft and very familiar voice asked, "Who's there?"

She didn't feel like replying, so instead she just picked random things off her beloved cloak.

A lock....unlocked. And the door opened to reveal a mini shrine idol—err! I mean an amnesiac named Yuumura Kirika.

"C-Chloe?" the Japanese-looking girl stuttered.

The girl in question just remained silent, admiring her love's beauty.

Chloe blinked rapidly, as if coming out of a trance...and a very pleasant one at that. Which was most likely ECCHI!

Inhaling deeply, Chloe said, "Alright look, Altena sent me here to retrieve you two to come to the Manor—"

"... couldn't she have just sent us a letter?"

"I KNOW RIGHT?! SHE WASTED MY TIME!" she regained her composure, and continued, "So, come on. Pack your bags or whatever, get money and hurry up." she looked around, "Where's your friend?"

"Still sleeping I think," Kirika pointed to an unconscious Mireille on the bed.

Chloe got an evil glint in her eye, "I can fix that."

She walked over to the bed and produced a trumpet from her cloak.

Kirika sweatdropped, surprised that something like that could fit in Chloe's cloak and not weigh her down. "...hoo boy."

The younger assassin put the instrument to her lips and blew as hard as she could....into Mireille's ear.

The blonde jumped, "WAAAH! WHO?! WHAT?! WHERE?! HUH?!," she snorted and spotted Chloe. "...oh! ....it's....you. Greeeat!...."

Chloe smiled, "I love you too..."

Kirika looked hurt and muttered, "I thought you loved me."

She turned around. "I can prove that to you later—"

Mireille interjected, "THE HELL YOU WILL!"

Ignoring the blonde, she continued, "As for now, let's hit the road."

Five minutes later the three women were outside, for last minute checking.

Chloe proceeded, "So. Have we got everything we need? Let's see: Toll booth money," she checked her pocket, "Check. Cloak, check. Good looks," she glanced at a mirror and fixed her hair," Check. Obsessive crush," she glomped Kirika's arm, "Check. And....annoying bitch!"

"HEY!" Mireille yelled.

Chloe smiled. "Check!"

The blonde glared at the young teen with death in her eyes.

"Alright, we're ready. Let's go."

WEER!

....pomp.

"...PLEASE tell me that isn't what I think it is."

Kirika wriggled her arm free from Chloe's death-glomp and picked up the paper airplane.

"It's a letter from Altena," She announced.

The cloak clad teen muttered, "Tell me something I don't know."

Kirika read it aloud.

My Darling Chloe,

I'm glad you FINALLY got the other two. After like, what? A week? Slow ass—

"HEY! YOU TRY GOING ON FOOT FROM SEVILLA TO PARIS!"

—I'd rather not. Besides, I'm old.

"OH YEAH, 32 IS OLD."

Yes it is. In my world at least.

Mireille interrupted, "Um, you're talking to a letter. You know that right?"

"Yes, I know."

Yes, she knows Mireille. Now, onto business:

GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE SOON. OR ELSE YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS CHLOE.

Love love love....and even MORE love,

Altena

"I really despise her letters," Chloe said.

"Yes, we figured that," Kirika answered.

"Anyway, LET'S GO. BEFORE SHE RUINS MY MINI KIRI—uhh. I mean. My mini Kiri—ERR. ...my mini Ki—ARG! LET'S JUST GO," a frustrated Chloe yelled as she wiped off some sweat. She thought, 'That was close.'

And so, the three of them piled into the dead taxi driver's cab and went on their way to the Manor.

"I'M DRIVING!!!" the cloaked one announced.

"SHOTGUN!!" the blonde one proclaimed.

"Back seat..." the other one sighed.

Along the way...

"Whoa! Look! Stonehenge!" Kirika pointed.

"That's impossible! Stonehenge is nowhere along the way to the Manor!" Mireille explained.

"But then what's that?" Kirika pointed again.

Mireille stared out the window and sat up straight, in pure shock, "That...that...that's....STONEHENGE! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?"

Chloe responded, "Don't ask. Just admire."

Up in the sky an Angel smirked.

Ten minutes later....

"Mireille look! Mount Rushmore!" Kirika exclaimed.

"Impossible!" She repeated.

"No look!" the Japanese teen pointed once more.

And so, Mireille looked. Her eyes widened.

Chloe said, "Lo and behold! The American Mount Rushmore!"

The blue eyed woman stuttered, "Wha-wh-what?!?!? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

Once more, an Angel cackled in the sky.

After ten hours of spotting unusually placed famous monuments, the three women finally arrived at the Manor.

A brown haired woman walked up to them, "Welcome to the Manor my children."

A blur of dark green passed by a dazed Mireille and Kirika.

"ALTENA!" the blur exclaimed and latched onto the priestess.

Altena grunted, "Nice to see you too, Chloe."

"So," Mireille started, "what do you want?"

"You'll see," She smiled.

Mireille sighed, "Gotta wait till the next chapter? Uy."

Angel: Wah! Finally. Somewhere! Heheh, so they arrived in the Manor! Yay! (attempts to dance) Happy now? Should be. :P It was freaking six pages long.

Thank you Watapout-san for helping me. :)

As for Altena's age, I'm not sure. She just LOOKS 32.

Altena: (throws Langon manuscript)

(rubs head)

Ahem. Anyway. If you guys have any funny ideas about what you think happened when they were kids, I'm open to suggestions. I'll do everything in my power (which isn't a lot) to make it as funny as possible (for me at least).

....I'm addicted to Nightwish and their songs like crazy. Thought I'd share that with you. :)

And remember: Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die. Till next time! Review! 11/01/04