I am EXTREMELY sorry about the delay, I had a writer's block, coupled with a severe plot problem in Young Mother, which crippled my desire to write anything. I am very sorry, and Blue Panther, I was not neglecting them. I promised myself not to write if it was a task. Since that would make it forced, and most likely crap as a result. I hope that Young Mother will be updated soon, but I am still stuck on this plot bit. If I cant solve it then I ask forgiveness, but I will have to cheat. Make a crappy piece of plot point to get Kirika on the right track. Anyway, it may take a while still for Young mother to update. But Divine Contract is coming along nicely. Please have patience. I again apologise. I believe by next Sunday, I should defenitely have Young Mother up. An entire month since my last update, I know. But I AM sorry, but crap I will not allow it to become. Just please be patient.
Thanks for all the suggestions, some people even suggested some I had planned, but for later chapters….. hee hee. Anyway, keep going all input is greatly appreciated. Before anyone asks, im not sure if there will ever be a plot in here, there may be at the end, or it may just go on like this until the war is over. Again what do you think?
Chapter 4. – Party Games.
It had started innocently enough, Kirika reflected, before shaking her head. No, not really. It had started anything but innocently, it had started with so much malicious glee that Kirika had almost screamed in terror...
"Guess what?" Mireille had sneakily questioned her. Kirika knew exactly what she meant.
"NO! No Mireille, you can't be! I mean……" Kirika stuttered uselessly off, not being able to think of any rational argument.
"Oh Kirika. But I am…"
"No….." Kirika managed to whisper, but she knew that she could not win.
"I'm afraid so Kirika. I'm bored."
Kirika could only whimper.
And those were the events which had led them to where they were now, Kirika still sitting at a table, waiting for Mireille, who had apparently found something to keep them busy… Kirika dared not guess what that might be.
"Ah-hah!" Mireille crowed in delight as she staggered to the table, laden down with boxes of different colour and design, with a grunt she placed them on the table between them.
"What are these?" Kirika dared to question of the heavily breathing blonde woman.
"Games." Was the short reply. Hesitantly Kirika picked up a box and studied the front of it. Monopoly, it read. "Not that one!" Mireille quickly told her, making Kirika drop it in fear. "No, it's not dangerous," she assured with a cute laugh, "but it takes too long, probably wouldn't work with just us two anyway."
"Mmm... okay." Kirika replied hesitantly, unsure what they were going to do, or how! Mireille obviously knew about these games. But Kirika had no idea what they were about.
"You know?" Mireille suddenly stated, confusing Kirika for a second time. "I don't feel like playing any of these board games..."
Kirika managed not to sigh a sigh of relief, but barely. But then? If not that, what did Mireille want to do? She didn't even bother to think that she might be spared the humiliation, Mireille wouldn't give up when she was bored... Never.
"Ooh I know!" Mireille cried in delight, "How about Charades?" She received only a blank look in reply. "It's where you have to guess what I'm trying to tell you, by hand signals, like movie names or book titles... or stuff..."
"I don't understand..." Kirika managed to reply. Why would they want to do that? Kirika knew sign language, she could just spell it out to Mireille...
"Look I'll show you!" She sighed, then she took a step back and started to make hand signals. "This means a movie..." She said, creating a mime act of a camera...
"Mmm..." Kirika replied with a weak nod.
"This means it has 5 words." Five fingers were held up, Kirika nodded again, "This means first word, or second word, etcetera..." Mireille blithely explain to her, making and explaining even more useless gestures.
Kirika was lost already.
"So, so far you have five words, it's a movie. And you know from the signals and guesses that it's; "The something of the Rings."
Kirika nodded, she had kind of got that. But now what? Mireille obviously noted her confusion.
"After that you guess, I mean it's fairly obvious...Oh! it's a book as well."
Was it? Kirika didn't think she'd ever heard of a movie by that name. Nor a book for that matter. Suddenly she realised why.
"Mireille?" She asked, earning a nod from her confused partner. "I've only read a few books, and most of them were titles along the lines of: A Military guide to the preparation and maintenance of weaponry. I do remember one called, Herbs, poisonous or healthy." Although Alteana obviously hadn't spent too much time explaining the healthy aspect to her...
"Oh." Mireille lamely spoke, sounding a little bit sad, and ashamed too. Kirika looked at her, Mireille's eyes were elsewhere as she absently rubbed her arm. Kirika could tell that the blonde was sad for Kirika herself. And sorry that she had raised painful memories. Though in truth they were only accurate guesses, since Kirika remembered little.
Why does she care? She's sad for me, sad that I was deprived this... I killed her family, and she still cares about me!
"I'm sorry Mireille, why not think of another game?" She quickly added with false cheer, which made Mireille look suspiciously at her. Hmm... maybe false cheer was a bad idea, since from me that looks more suspicious than anything else...
"Mmm, yeah sure..." Mireille mumbled suspiciously, but was still happy to think of something for them to do.
"Oh I know! Blind man's bluff!" She cried out happily as she fairly leapt into the kitchen and started rooting around in drawers. "It's where one of us wears a blindfold, but has to catch the other one, even though they can't see. Better with more people, but we'll manage."
If Mireille said so.
It didn't take long for Mireille to find something that she could use as a blindfold, simply bringing forth a kitchen towel and handing it to Kirika with a strange gleeful expression on her face. Apparently she was going first...
Mireille almost clapped her hands in glee when Kirika wrapped the towel around her face, covering her eyes and tied it in a tight knot at the back, effectively obscuring her vision. Mireille instantly slowed her breathing as much as she could, and tried not to move a muscle.
It didn't seem to help. Almost like some animal of prey, Kirika slowly turned around, never making a sound as she homed in on whatever it was she was feeling. Mireille held her breath, wondering if she was too loud. Or maybe Kirika could smell her? Or just sense her?
One step then two. Kirika slowly made towards her, a slow shuffling gait with her arms held out to cover the most area. Part of Mireille told her to stay still and hope Kirika changed direction, the other part told her to run.
Casting silence to the wind Mireille quickly jumped to the side and landed with a light run in the opposite direction from Kirika. Noticing that Kirika was less than two seconds behind her, at a fast walk, even though she was blind.
I'm doomed... Mireille thought as she looked desperately for something to help her situation. With a small smile she ran into the kitchen area, and hid herself behind the large island in the middle. A solid object between her and Kirika. She relaxed and allowed herself to breathe normally.
The "Oomph!" Kirika made as she collided with the marble island almost had Mireille doubled over with laughter. The girl had been homing in recklessly with her hearing, and had increased her pace over the last two metres in order to catch her off guard.
"Aww... Kirika... Whoops I guess..." She managed to get out between laughs, as Kirika climbed to her feet and shuffled around the island. Mireille realised her mistake. There was only one way around this area, and Kirika was blocking it. And judging from the smile on Kirika's normally taciturn face, she knew it.
Climb over the worktop?... Not unless I can fit through that tiny gap between cupboard and marble top... which I can't... Barge through Kirika? It's just a game, I don't want to hurt her...
Which left only one chance, somehow sneak past without getting grabbed... Yeah right!
Kirika was closing the distance easily, arms held wide as she took one careful step after the next, cautious of any more obstacles in her path. With one quick breath Mireille dived forwards and tried to get under Kirika's left arm and away to freedom. Something grabbed her and gave an uncharacteristic giggle as it latched onto her and dragged her down. Overbalanced Mireille fell easily to the floor with a short cry.
Caught.
Damn.
"That was fun!" Kirika breathlessly exclaimed as she tore the towel from her head and took stock of their position, as Mireille did too.
Kirika had managed to latch her arms easily around her waist and was still clinging tightly to her, almost on top of Mireille, her legs pressed firmly against Mireille's own. Mireille realised that she was very warm.
Kirika released her, blushing madly, which in turn made Mireille blush. Embarrassed that Kirika had apparently had the same thought that she had, and that the young Asian knew perfectly well what it looked like they were doing.
Even if she didn't know what a lesbian was.
NO! Bad Mireille, no use of the "L" word! Not a lesbian, neighbours must die!
Kirika backed away and handed Mireille the towel, waiting for her to don it and thankfully hide Kirika's own embarrassment. It wasn't the fact that she had touched Mireille, well latched onto her, that embarrassed her. It was the way she had enjoyed it, she'd found the feeling to be quite agreeable, making her skin tingle and her heart beat double time.
I wonder if Mireille felt like that too... She thought to herself, but she knew that she would never have the courage to ask her. Some strange things were better left unsaid.
"Alright... my turn..." Mireille mumbled to herself, binding the towel around the back of her head and covering her face. Kirika looked at her curiously, noting how silly she looked, and wondering if she had looked just as foolish. Probably.
Smiling softly, Kirika silently backed away and sat on a stool, fairly sure that she would have some time before Mireille got even close to her. The blonde had actually forgot that Kirika was able to move without a sound, making this game very difficult for Mireille.
'I suppose I can use this time to think... what is wrong with me? The question came instantly to her mind, referring to her behaviour in training and the way she had enjoyed Mireille's touch a little bit more than was normal. Come to think of it Mireille had very rarely touched her in any way. Once or twice she had knocked her down, out the way of a bullet or some such. But never actually touching long enough for Kirika to note it.
Mireille was blundering around right now, knowing that her only hope was to search the entire room and hope Kirika made a sound when she avoided her. Kirika felt her heart move in a funny way, a small warming that made her want to giggle. Giggle? Since when do I giggle? I did it a minute ago, but that game was actually fun.
Fun? Why was it fun? At first she didn't know, or couldn't realise the answer, but when it came to her she almost fell off her stool. It was fun because she was hunting Mireille, not in a dangerous way or to kill her. But in a friendly way, with Mireille acting uncharacteristically afraid, and Kirika chasing her down. Even though she had been blind, Kirika had thought how cute Mireille seemed like that, just the sounds of her were endearing. The little gasps, and the heavy breathing, the way she had squeaked when Kirika caught her. And laughed when Kirika struck the table.
So... fun was hunting Mireille? That made no sense. She knew that if she were hunting her with a gun it would not be fun. It would be horrible, and emotionally painful. None of this made any sense...
Frustrated at her thoughts she turned to look at Mireille, feeling all the anger draining away as she saw the beautiful blonde meandering around with a cute frown on her lips. The revelation of what she had said struck her a moment later. Mireille was beautiful. Strange that Kirika had never realised this before.
She was tall, Kirika had noticed that. She had beautiful long blonde hair that fell in waves down her back, and a short fringe pulled down over one eye. Kirika liked her hair, and had always been slightly envious of Mireille's compared to her own dark bangs. Her face was covered by a towel, but still Kirika could remember the porcelain skin and the aqua blue eyes.
Yes, she supposed that Mireille was beautiful. But she had never once looked at the rest of her... Kirika's eyes roamed down her long form as she stared at the still searching blonde woman. She was graceful, full of curves and with long slender legs. Kirika liked her legs as well, although it felt strange to realise that...
This is just all so confusing...and I think Mireille is getting frustrated... maybe I should help a little... Kirika always did what she could to help Mireille, and it seemed unfair to leave her bumbling around for hours on end.
As quietly as she could... she made some noise. (What a contradiction! ) Just a small one, a slight shuffling of feet, as if she'd lost her balance slightly. Even if she was not as skilled as Kirika herself, Mireille was still an accomplished assassin, and her ears seemed to perk as her head twisted towards the sound.
"Got you." Mireille whispered happily as her arm connected with Kirika's shoulder, and then came back to grip it. Kirika was a little put off, she realised, that Mireille just grabbed her, but assumed she would have done the same had Mireille not try and escape her.
"Took you long enough." Kirika couldn't help but say with a smile, as Mireille pulled off her towel and looked at her strangely, a little amused at Kirika using sarcasm like any normal teenager.
"Well, we cannot all be as skilled as thou, oh master of the shadows!" She quipped back as she placed the towel on the side. Kirika understood, she wasn't sure if she wanted to go at it again. Once was enough... for now...
"Anything else we could do?" Mireille asked, and received a quick shrug in reply. Honestly, Kirika couldn't think of a single thing they could do to entertain themselves... well... to entertain Mireille.
"Gahh... Kirika you're-..." Whatever Kirika was however was thankfully cut off as Mireille's eyes lit up, before turning devious in one fell swoop. Kirika knew she wouldn't like what that meant.
"I've got the perfect idea!" Mireille triumphantly crowed before rushing off to the pile of board games still sitting on the counter. "We could play Twister!"
"Okay... how do you play that?" Kirika asked suddenly. Making Mireille sigh as she brought a box back and laid a multicoloured mat on the floor.
For the next ten minutes Mireille proceeded to explain the rules of twister to her young friend, Kirika was a little unsure about it. But figured that agreeing would be far easier than arguing with Mireille, so gave in.
"Left arm red." Mireille instructed after spinning the wheel. Kirika gave a small grunt to say she had understood before looking around the mat for some nearby red. Luck wasn't with her however ad she was forced to drape an arm under Mireille's neck and between her own arms to find one. Effectively leaving her hanging under the blonde.
Mireille smiled, she felt like this game might be hers. She had expected Kirika to be really good at this, being so acrobatic. But it seemed the girl had gained a sudden rush of shyness, avoiding spots that might make her look silly, or place her in a position that might look strange. Mireille had no such problems, she was by nature far too competitive, and if putting Kirika off by reaching over and around her waist for a spot helped her cause?
She smiled as she did just that. As expected Kirika swallowed loudly and blushed, trying to ignore the arm.
Why is Kirika so jumpy? I wonder what she's thinking?
Damn... Kirika thought fighting a deep blush as Mireille swung an arm around her waist and to a blue spot on the other side of her, effectively trapping her against Mireille's side as well as completing her turn. It wasn't losing that worried her of course, it was the warmth she could feel seeping from Mireille's side into her own, and the tingling that was happening below her waist at the feel of Mireille's arm there.
What the HELL is happening to me! Okay... calm down... it's nothing, you're just embarrassed since she'd teasing you so much. Yeah, that might be it? Or it might be the knowledge that red spots were now beyond her, and that if she got another she'd have to place another appendage around Mireille, pressing herself further against her!
Luckily it was left foot blue, a simple manoeuvre which followed by Mireille having to stretch her arm painfully to another place.
Kirika thought that this might have been really fun, were she not panicking about touching Mireille. After all, playing the game without touching her was practically impossible.
Three turns later and disaster struck.
"Right arm red." Mireille muttered, her back was a little stretched due to the distance difference between her legs, she was almost doing the splits.
Kirika almost whimpered. Cautiously she lifted her right arm and surveyed her choices. The safest one seemed to be going under Mireille, leaving her head right next to Mireille's own. Hardly a safe place to be, but it was better than the other option, leaving her face staring at Mireille's derriere.
"Okay..." She said as she reached under and placed her hand on the spot, she could no longer see Mireille, since she was under Mireille's face and looking down. But she could hear Mireille laughing, apparently finding her situation funny.
Kirika tried to ignore her, focusing instead on the coloured mat beneath her, and hoping that one of them lost soon, when her wish was granted. Although in a way she wouldn't have wanted it to be.
She didn't know what it was at first, a warmth on the back of her neck that tickled slightly. She realised what it was just as Mireille breathed warmly into her right ear.
OH MY- the rest of her thoughts were cut off however as her legs and arms turned to jelly on her, splattering her down onto the mat, whilst her legs splayed out, tripping Mireille as well. Landing Mireille directly on top of, and sprawling over, Kirika's smaller frame.
Ahhhh... touching! She's touching me! Kirika screamed in her head, more of a warning to herself than in any panic. Since it felt very nice in fact. Too nice! A lot more than it should have done.
"Off. Off!" Kirika grunted, using her strength to roll Mireille off of her and to sit up looking at the madly giggling blonde, who was too busy in the throes of laughter to get up.
"I WON!" She called between her hysterics, making Kirika think back over their last few seconds.
"No. You cheated." Kirika accused with a frown. She was unsure why she said that, yes Mireille had cheated, but why did it matter? It wasn't like Kirika had needed to win, or at least not let Mireille have the pleasure of thinking she had.
"Moi?" Mireille replied with false innocence, "I just breathed, you're the one who had your face under me, it's not my fault you jumped at that. Why did you?"
The last question caught Kirika off guard, the last thing she wanted was to tell Mireille what she was feeling. Instead she turned away, but unfortunately not before blushing fiercely. Where has my facial control gone? She thought angrily to herself as Mireille continued to laugh and giggle.
"Why so red?" Mireille chanted with a sweet smile, "Did I make you blush? Aww... how cute! I never knew I had that effect on you!" She said as she suddenly burst out in more laughter. Kirika whirled to look at her worriedly, but realised that Mireille had just been joking.
She didn't realise that she DID have just that effect on her...
Yes, that is right. Mireille has NO idea what Kirika is thinking, although she might get some for herself in later chapters. Again sorry about the lateness, and sorry for the further delay on Young mother. Why does no one else write on here?
Oh HeartAttach, did you get my e-mail? About your story, since my e-mail system was playing up, and I'm unsure if it reached you, since you never replied or anything to confirm it... Just wondering.
Anyway, further ideas welcomed.
Next Episode: Drinking Games and Hangover Remedies.
Won't be as dirty as I make it sound right now, they will NOT get drunk and sleep together... well they will... since they ALWAYS sleep together... but... well... they'll actually sleep! So no worries, won't be overly dirty. Or at all if I can help it. Romance as ever though.