Disclaimer: I do not own Noir. Noir belongs to Ryoe Tsukimura and Beetrain, ect. This story is rated T for violence and slight shoujoai. This is Chloe's Pov.
Just a Piece of the Game-
Noir- It is the name of an ancient fate
Two maidens who govern death
To the depths of hell's fire
Their black souls lure the lost children
Chapter 2 -Moonlit Tea Party (ep.11)
The Manor-
Today I received an important letter from Altena.
No winds must blow in the same direction, my darling Chloe. Do you recall how the breezes rippled through our beautiful vineyards? What happens when the winds from the different directions collide?
Whirlwinds, chaos and needless eddy arises. We MUST work hard, my precious Chloe, so that our delicate grapes will not be bruised.
I read the rest of the letter as I sat at the edge of my bed. It seemed an offer had been made by one of the Soldats to my friend and the daughter of Corsica. Altena disproved of them being informed of the mysteries surrounding the Soldats.
She had ordered me to put a stop to the disclosure. Now I had a new mission to carry out. Hopefully, if everything goes as planned, I would see her again. Maybe this time she would remember me- I knew she wasn't supposed to, but maybe she would anyway.
Isn't she the other part of me?
I slowly stood up from my big canopy bed. Altena had provided me with a wonderful bedroom inside the Manor. It was large and spacious, with a desk, books- anything I wanted.
I walked over to my closet and flung open the doors. I looked past all the fancy outfits and dresses that were hanging there. I didn't need any of these...
I spotted my green cloak, which I removed from the hanger to fold over my arm. This was what I needed. It's time to get ready to start the mission that Altena had given me. I wouldn't let her down.
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Paris-
I found the man that I was looking for- the one who was planning to spill the secrets of the Soldats to them. I hid in the shadows, as my hand sheided my face, and I watched as he sat at the deserted bar- burning papers in an ashtray.
He looked up suddenly in my direction.
"Miss Chloe?" he asked cautiously. I heard an undercurrent of fear in his voice.
I slowly stepped forward and pulled my collar up to cover my face as I walked into the moonlight.
"I do not recall summoning you here. As I am acting under their direct approval, that also encompasses making direct contact with those two. Let us feed the saplings with water and light. That has always been our principal, has it not? For those two as well." he told me firmly.
"Yes, I know that." I reminded him quietly.
"Then why do you monitor me? What right do you have? What is Altena thinking?" he asked angrily.
I stared at him. "Her concern is for Noir's true form." I replied.
Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the distance as the man looked over at me in shock.
He stared at me. I could tell he was truly afraid of me. He knew he would soon die. I could tell by the look in his eyes as I glared at him. He quickly looked away.
"In the end, Altena is dangerous. We do not and cannot approve of a Grande Retour. You know I must report this." he warned me as he looked down.
I took this moment to move behind him. He didn't have long to live. Altena's plans would come to pass. This was my main mission and what I had been training for my entire life.
"Oh, there is no need for that." I told him in an amused voice.
"Just what does that mean?" he asked firmly.
"The decision has already been made." I replied.
"That cannot be!" he stressed.
I looked down at him and noticed the ashtray full of burnt paper. I blinked as I realized what those pieces of paper were.
"Don't worry about the promise you made. Others will be sent to Lambert Memorial Hall." I told him with an amused laugh.
"Do you mean to kill those two?" he asked softly.
I smiled as I stared down at him.
Hopefully,the blonde would be killed...
And now, it was time to finish this part of my mission...
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3 days later – Lambert Memorial Hall
I hid in the shadows and tried to stay out of the rain, as I watched the daughter of Corsica and my friend fight the men who had surprised them with an unexpected attack. I smiled to myself as I thought how frustrating it must be for the blonde that she would not receive the information she wanted so badly. The man who had contacted her would never show up here again.
I watched as both women killed the men easily. The daughter of Corsica was better than I expected. I was hoping she might be killed in this battle and then I would be free of her...
And so would my friend...
I turned to watch her fight. I was always stunned when faced with her awesome skills, the way she moved as she fought- it's like poetry in motion. She ran from the men's gunfire so fast that I knew none of the bullets would ever reach her. I loved the way she pulled little tricks to throw the men off guard and then ambushed them. It's admirable that she would use any way necessary to kill...
She truly is a living weapon.
She hung upside down from a tree limb and calmly fired her gun, her aim perfect- and killed many of the men. Then she jumped down and landed on one of the men, then quickly broke his neck with her sheer strength before she crouched down and began to shoot the rest of the men at close range.
I knew she would not be killed. She always won..
Unfortunately, the daughter of Corsica is also holding her own against the men. She may not have the skills of her partner, but she is keeping herself alive while she takes out her fair share of men.
Mireille Bouquet, the Daughter of Corsica-
She might be a bigger threat than I thought...
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Paris- nighttime- The apt.
I decided it's time to pay them a visit. I wanted to see for myself just how my friend is living with the Daughter of Corsica.
I stood outside the apartment and knocked on the door.
After a moment, I heard the blonde's voice. "Who is it?" she asked carefully.
The door opened and the Corsican looked at me in astonishment. I knew that she was not happy to see me. No, not at all...
I stared at her and noticed she was wearing only a long, white cotton shirt, her long legs bare. Was this how she dressed in front of my friend? She showed her legs like this?
I wondered if my friend noticed? Did she care about this blonde? She didn't want me to kill her that night...
I had to find out the truth-
I walked past her and into her apartment. Once inside, I looked around critically. (Hm, it's small and plain, it's nothing compared to the Manor.) I thought as I continued to walk further into the apartment, the blonde on my heels. As I came into the living area, I saw her, wearing an oversize pink sweater. She backed away as I approached.
The blonde went to stand near her partner and close to the pool table. I looked up at the picture of purple flowers that is hanging on the wall. (Hmph, just a print, it's not even a real painting.) I thought dismissively.
I turned around and picked up a magazine from the pool table and flipped through it carelessly. (Just a silly fashion magazine) I smirked to myself. I could tell that my little show was angering the daughter of Corsica. Good!
I felt her staring at me intently. I wondered what was going through her mind. Did she want to protect the blonde from me? Or could she be remembering me?
Would she ever know how I felt about her?
I looked over and spotted a plant on a table near the window. I walked over to it with my back turned to them. I reached out and slowly ran my fingers down one of the plant's leaves. I felt the blonde tense and make a sudden movement. I knew what she was reaching for, I knew she would as soon as she could.
"Go ahead, take it out." I replied softly. "Really, this is your home, after all."
I felt her move swiftly and I knew that she was pointing her gun on me.
"Right! Then we'll just do as we please then!" she told me angrily.
I tried not to laugh. I could kill her if I wanted, one quick throw of my knives and it would be over. I knew I was more than a match for the daughter of Corsica.
Suddenly, there was a whistling noise and I heard my friend gasp and hurry out of the room. The blonde continued to hold her gun on me, then her partner came back into the room.
"Uh, would you like some tea?" my friend asked me softly.
She is asking me to stay for tea? She asked so nicely too...
I looked over my shoulder at her. "Yes, thank you." I responded gratefully.
I noticed the Corsican is looking over at her partner with a shocked look on her face. I bet she never thought that her partner would ask me to stay for tea. This made me feel happy inside...
"I only have Orange Pekoe right now, is that all right?" she asked me.
I turned to face her. "Yes, thank you." I responded, touched by her invitation.
"Excellent." she replied in a sweet voice.
My heart raced as I looked over at her. She looked so cute in her pink sweater...
She wanted me here! She wanted to share her tea with me! This blonde meant nothing to her after all! She asked ME to stay for tea!
"Wait a minute! Stop that!" the blonde yelled over at her partner, who ignored her as she went to sit at the table. She was very upset that I was asked to stay for tea.
I smiled to myself. Her gun is still trained on me and she looked over at me angrily.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" she demanded.
I didn't answer her. Instead, I looked out the window and noticed how full the moon was and shining so brightly...
"The moon is so beautiful." I said to myself. Then I turned to face the blonde and my friend. "Can we turn off the lights?" I asked hopefully.
The blonde looked at me in disbelief. "The lights? Are you crazy?" she asked.
I noticed my friend looking up at the moon as well. I saw her eyes narrow and soften as she gazed out the window at it.
"It is lovely..." she agreed softly.
Having tea in the moonlight with her... that was all I wanted..
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We sat in the dark room with only the moonlight to illuminate us. I sat on the right, the blonde was in the middle and my friend was on the left. I noticed the Corsican looked like she had a headache as she watched her partner and I sip our tea. The blonde's tea sat there untouched.
"It's good." I complimented my friend, then I sat my cup back down on the table.
She looked at me with a small smile on her face. "Yes, isn't it? I tried something new, I learned it from a book." she told me proudly.
I continued to look at her softly. I never wanted this moment to end...
"So what are you here for?" the blonde asked me firmly. It seemed she didn't like the way her partner and I were getting along.
I didn't feel like answering her question. I didn't want her to know what my mission was about.
"You didn't come here just to have tea, did you?" she asked suspciously.
I looked down at the table. "There are biscuit's too." I told her lightly.
The Daughter of Corsica looked annoyed. "Stop it." she chided.
Then she took a sip of tea and looked back to me.
"So when you said you were the True Noir- just what did you mean?" she asked me firmly.
I would love to tell her right now that she is nothing. She was not the one who would inherit the mantle of an ancient fate. She was nothing compared to me and her.
I couldn't tell her that yet though, even though I wanted to...
"That I'm different than you, of course." I reponded vaguely.
The Daughter of Corsica's eyes flashed with anger. " And what exactly do you mean by different?" she asked sharply.
"It is all inscribed within the book." I told her dismissively.
She looked shocked. "Book? The book those copies came from?" she demanded.
I ignored her and glanced over at my friend. "You know, I was watching you today at Lambert Hall. There was no doubt that you would win." I told her with admiration.
She didn't answer me. She just looked confused.
She still didn't remember what she is. Not yet...
"So you were the one who sent those men!?" The blonde yelled at me angrily.
I didn't respond.
"Answer me!" she demanded.
I continued to ignore her, then I saw her begin to reach for her gun.
"An answer is something you must find for yourself. That's what Altena always tells me." I told her. I knew that I was frustrating her with these vague answers...
"Altena? Who is Altena?" the blonde asked angrily.
Again, I didn't answer her. It's not time yet...
"Cut it out, damn it! This whole thing is turning into a mad tea party!" the Corsican cried out. Suddenly, I felt like laughing again...
My friend looked confused. "Huh?" she asked, looking over at the blonde. I realized she didnn't understand the reference.
I looked over at her softly. "Like 'Alice in Wonderland." I explained to her.
The blonde looked up at me with her chin in her hands. "Well, at least one of you has had some literary schooling." she said lightly.
I turned and looked towards the window again. The moon.
"The moon is so beautiful." I sighed as I stared at the glowing orb...
It reminded me of her- shining in her own darkness...
"Would you like another cup?" she asked me softly.
I didn't ever want to leave her side...
"Yes, please." I respond softly.
I heard the Corsican sigh next to me. She held her mug out halfheartedly.
"Make mine dark with sugar." she told her partner.
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The two women walked me out of the apartment and into the darkened street. The blonde finally put on a pair of pants underneath her long shirt.
They walked me to the edge of their building and stop. I guess it's time to go. I wondered when I would see her again. I haven't even left yet but I missed her already. I didn't want to go unless she came with me.
I turned to look at my friend. "Thank you. The tea was delicious." I told her softly.
She looked at me with those big eyes of hers. I suddenly remembered something-
I stepped up to her and grabbed her right arm gently and brought it to eye level. I stared down the sleeve of her pink sweater. I could see it hiding there, I knew she wanted me to have it...
I reached in and easily pulled out a two pronged cake fork.
She wanted me to remember this time we spent having tea together, doesn't she?
It's a gift...from her to me. She was giving me a gift...
I gazed down at the fork lovingly. This meant so much.
She was looking at me with her eyes wide. The Corsican looked surprised.
"May I please have this?" I asked softly, as I looked over at her.
We would be together again. Soon, I promise.
"Perhaps we'll have tea again, one day perchance." I told her sweetly, as I looked at her one long time, before turning away.
I walked away from the women once again. I wished I didn't have to leave...
I would see you again, my friend. Soon you and I would face our true destiny together.
And I cannot wait until that day-
Chapter 3-
A/N- I hope this was enjoyable. The retellings are done mainly because I wanted to analyze the different Pov's on this series and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I do not think I am an expert on Noir and realize most have seen the series.
If you don't mind them- Thank you. Any input, constructive criticism welcome.
To the ones that read or review my stories- Thank you so much!