Well, here's a new chapter. Yay, trying again for humour but as you may know if you've read my others, what I want and what YOU get can be quite different. So here we go! Idea came to me a while ago, as everything does.

Thanks for the suggestions, keep them going. Makingtea, i like your idea. As i did like another as well, but those will come later. trust me, keep them coming.

Chapter 3. - Combat Training.

"I'm bored..." Mireille moaned loudly into the almost silence of the bunker. From her seat at the couch Kirika turned to regard her. The TV was on, showing the news channel, but quietly, since there was no good news worth listening to.

"I'm bored!" Mireille moaned again, this time louder than before. Kirika knew that Mireille was bored. After all the blonde had repeated it almost two hundred times this day. But what did Mireille expect her to do about it?

"I'm-" Mireille made to say before Kirika interrupted.

"I know Mireille, I know you're bored." Mireille pouted whilst looking at her, obviously wondering at her interrupting.

"Well, why don't you think of something for us to do then?" The blonde suggested, but Kirika simply shook her head. "Why not?" She insisted.

"Because I don't know anything to do." She answered, earning an exasperated glance in reply.

"That's the whole point Kirika, that's why you think of something for us to do! Use that empty cavity in your head where a brain is supposed to be!"

Kirika looked at her askance for her insults but sat back down and began to think. She knew that insistent tone, and knew that Mireille wouldn't give up until Kirika thought of an idea. Best then to think of something and get it over with.

As it always did when you told it to do something, her mind went blank.

What would I do if I was bored... Paint? Or draw? No, Mireille wouldn't be interested in that... so ... what else... An image of the window in their apartment came to her before she dismissed it as completely stupid. So... what else...

Train?

"We could train?" She offered quickly, already having a good idea of what she wanted Mireille to train in.

"Whaaa?" Mireille moaned in despair, "Kirikaaaa..."

Kirika smiled in amusement at Mireille's tone whilst shrugging as if to say "You did ask me to think of something." Mireille sighed in defeat.

"Fine... Gods what fun... you choose what."

Kirika almost smiled in victory, she knew exactly what to train. For as long as she could remember she had always panicked over Mireille's lack of skill in a particular area. The Corsican was a fine assassin, with impressive accuracy, a quick mind and incredible information networks. Unfortunately Mireille was somewhat less than able when fighting without a gun.

So in their jobs that left Kirika fighting at half efficiency because she wanted to keep an eye on Mireille and make sure nothing went wrong. Of course she had never told Mireille this, she knew that the blonde would be offended at being mothered. Still, Kirika wanted her to be better, so she didn't have to worry so much.

"Hand to hand combat." Kirika insisted with an air of finality, she managed to catch Mireille's slightly worried expression.

"Hmm... isn't that your department? I don't know if it would be fair to encroach.." She began to wheedle but Kirika interrupted.

"Hand to hand combat, Mireille."

Mireille was sweaty. And sore in a million places. Already she had vowed NEVER to allow Kirika to choose a distraction for them again. She was a monster. Where had her quiet and meek Kirika gone?

"Attack me." The little demon commanded, but Mireille hesitated, well aware that doing so would probably result in extreme pain. Unfortunately not doing so also brought pain.

Apparently she had hesitated too long, for Kirika was upon her. A foot hooked into the back of her knee and a palm slammed painfully into her Solar plexus, making her gasp for air. An arm quickly snaked it's way around her neck and under her armpit, holding her immobile in an excruciatingly painful headlock. A single movement she made prompted a rough and painful shake from Kirika.

"Oww. Kirika, please stop that, it really hurts." She begged quietly, trying not to move, whilst trying not to sound whiney. Kirika didn't release her, and there were almost tears in her eyes from the hurt.

"Why didn't you attack me?" She demanded in a voice so out of character that Mireille might have laughed, except that she was finding it hard to even breathe.

"You'd have hurt me." She answered instantly, not wanting to hesitate lest Kirika strangle the answer out of her. She wanted to die when she heard herself say it, in such a pathetic tone.

"I have anyway. Take out the threat and you minimise the pain." Kirika's voice was soft again, and reasoning, it held a logic so maddening that Mireille wanted to hit her for it. Except that she was sure she'd never connect.

"Now." Kirika exclaimed, releasing her and moving away, leaving Mireille to rub at her neck whilst flexing her abused arm. Mireille quickly interrupted her.

"Wait Kirika. This is silly, I've got a gun and I always keep it with me, I don't need any of this. Besides it's not ever going to be of any use for me, it's pointless." She knew it was the wrong thing to say as soon as she saw Kirika's eyes. Kirika took a deep, and most frighteningly, a calming breath. That made Mireille wince, if Kirika was about to explode she wanted to be nowhere near it.

She looked to be about to yell something, but after noticing Mireille's expression, which was reminiscent of a whipped dog, she changed her mind.

"Fine." She said, making Mireille smile in sudden hope, which was quickly dashed. "If you can get to the couch then you win, and we stop. I'll never ask you to do this again. If you fail, we train for one more hour, and again another day of my choice. Where you will be given the same chance to fight through me."

Mireille thought about it, even if she failed, and she felt that she might, she would only have to do it for one more hour, but she'd have to do it again another day...

"What's the alternative?" She asked.

"There isn't one!" Kirika snapped back angrily. Making Mireille shy back at the harsh tone.

"Alright, alright..." She surrendered instantly, again surprised at Kirika. Who could have suspected that inside that cute, quiet girl could be living this autocratic bitch. Though she obviously didn't put that question to Kirika.

"When you're ready." Kirika offered, waving a hand negligently. Mireille knew she couldn't run, Kirika was FAST. And besides she was sure the girl would punish her for such an action. Probably with a very painful hold and a lecture throughout it.

As Kirika so obviously knew, Mireille would have to fight her way through the small Asian. The small, fast, strong Asian. Who happened to know almost all forms of martial arts...

... Damn...

Said tiny demon was standing perfectly still. Cautiously Mireille walked forwards, not wanting to give away any idea of what she was going to try until she was much closer. Even though close was the worst place to be to Kirika in this situation. Well, here I go...

Her arm shot out towards Kirika's head but was easily grabbed by an iron grip, but that didn't matter. Since she had already swept her right knee into Kirika's kidney, a move Kirika hadn't taught her and so hadn't been expecting. The girl coughed loudly in surprise as she doubled over. Mireille tried again but was forced to cut back a cry of pain as Kirika drove her fist straight into the nerve in her upper thigh, making the limb go numb in pain.

Angrily she threw an elbow towards Kirika's face, momentarily forgetting they were sparring and trying to break the girl's nose. By the way Kirika was smiling she knew it was over.

A slim arm wrapped around her own attacking arm and dragged her off balance, even as another wrapped around her waist, gripping at her trouser line. Before Mireille could think Kirika had turned into her and using her back and bottom as a lever had flipped her using the oldest Judo move.

Mireille hit the floor hard, trying to roll with the impact as she had been taught, but as she rolled onto her back Kirika was upon her.

Mireille froze in pain and shock as she took in her position. Kirika was sprawled on top of her, one elbow digging nastily into Mireille's stomach and the other arm holding Mireille's own arm across her own throat. Blocking her from raising her head. The girl's slim legs were pinning her own to the floor.

Mireille instantly went limp, as soft as jelly. So as not to upset Kirika and trigger the hold strengthening. Kirika looked at her with a somewhat curious expression.

"That was good Mireille. I can't imagine that anyone could learn as fast as you did." Against her will Mireille felt herself smile at the compliment, and felt her heart lift in exultation at Kirika's praise.

"Really?" She asked, before remembering that Kirika was effectively strangling her with her own arm. Kirika nodded seriously as she eased the pressure on her throat. Mireille felt her smile growing wider. I can't believe how hungry I am for her praise, she's a little monster! Still, she had to concede to herself, she was pleased with it.

"Yes, so much so that I'm going to let you off that extra hour, although you still have to train another day." Mireille nodded quickly, willing to agree to anything at that minute, since dreams of a hot shower and rest were invading her mind.

"Good." Kirika replied, climbing off her and offering a hand to help her to her feet. Mireille took it and was surprised at the strength in the grip, and equally confused that Kirika held it quite a bit longer than necessary.

Strange... oh well... Shower! Yay!...

Kirika stood by the kitchen counter whilst drinking from a bottle of mineral water, before splashing some into her face.

She was hot, and only a little of it was to do with training with Mireille.

Why had laying over Mireille made her feel so warm? She had been acutely aware of her own bare legs pressed against Mireille's. Skin to skin, but why was she still tingling?

And holding Mireille's hand had felt nice. Though she had no idea why.

Maybe she should try and figure out why? That was a good idea, Kirika didn't like not understanding things. Perhaps she should pay more attention to what she felt when she was near Mireille? Although it might only be when they touched...

I guess I'll find out.

I wonder whatever could she be feeling... ...

I don't know, but Mireille seemed a little OOC in this one... with the whining and all, but if Kirika was doing that to you then I suppose you would too.

Also I felt that if Kirika was teaching you something she would be like that. She doesn't seem like the kind to waste time teaching you if you didn't want to listen. She MAKES you listen. Lol.

Next Episode: Assorted Party Games. I.e. Blind man's Bluff, Charades and of course... Twister! Heh-heh...