Chapter 2
Mirielle woke to a cold empty bed. It was true, she had heard Kirika rise just well before the first rays of light had even graced the vast city with its presence. Usually she would have said something. Perhaps ask what had caused her roommate to stir so early. However, last night's quarrel had left Mirielle silent, afraid that something utterly wrong might occur if she were to open her mouth even the tiniest bit.
The walk to school typically took no more then fifteen minutes, yet this day, Kirika found it taking well over two hours, her feet taking her everywhere but her desired destination. Actually, the quiet youth found no desire to do anything. Sleep had not come last night, and she had not had a bite to eat since last night's dinner, if you could even call it that. To go to school and sit for hours listening to some old man drabble on about nothing in particular was not what Kirika felt she needed right now. Although, if she were to miss class again, it just might send Mirielle over the top and that was the last thing Kirika desired at the moment. As she sat on the small park swing, not too far from the school, Kirika began to think, her gaze wandering to the sky above. Just what could end this deafening silence that had developed between herself and the woman she had begun to develop feelings for? Perhaps a gift; but what kind of gift? A sound in the distance caught Kirika's attention, sending her sprawling from her dream like world, eyes wide, "School!"
Everyday Kirika would leave for school, leaving behind a rather lonely blonde. Mirielle hated it. Without the small girl about, she seemed to be lost, wanting to do nothing but be by her side. During the short period of time they had been together; living together, working together, and even so much as sharing the same bed. Mirielle found herself relying more and more on the quiet dark haired beauty. No it wasn't relying. It was needing. Mirielle couldn't imagine a life without Kirika, just as she imagined Kirika couldn't live without her. It was the unspoken relationship that existed between the two. Yet now the only thing Mirielle had left, she may have just destroyed. Oh why. Why had she gotten to upset over such a small matter? "Kirika…" From beneath, the blonde's knees gave way, refusing to support her any longer. With a loud thud, Mirielle toppled over onto the hard floor below her. Nevertheless, she felt none of it. The only pain residing in the young woman now came from within her chest, from her small beating heart. The last thing that actually meant something to the blonde, the most precious person; her Kirika.
The day was longer then most, as Kirika soon found herself counting down the minutes until she was free of this unbearable torture. Morning classes had passed by, taking what felt like an eternity. Now all that remained was this one class. Yes, Kirika had only that old haggy teacher, who always found a way to lecture the class on proper school edict; only that stood between her and freedom.
If it weren't for her poor attendance and Mirielle's last lecture on just how important school was, the young dark haired girl would not likely have been here, opting to skip, spending the day alone in the park, allowing her to ponder her thoughts on the current situation at hand. Mirielle. Kirika's thoughts drifted from the small clock, to the sky just beyond the imprisoning glass. I wonder how she is. Probably still heated at me for yesterday. I mean it wasn't like I intended for it to be like that. It's just sometimes... sometimes… A sudden heavy slamming upon one of the desk tossed her back to the current situation at hand. There, hovering above one of the front desk stood Mrs. Kurimaru. True she wasn't that old, however just the way she wore her clothes and the heavy wrinkles upon her face said otherwise.
"Miss Yuumura!" The tone held a hint of hostility, perhaps even irritation.
"Hai?" At a loss, Kirika could only hope that holding her gaze with the woman might do something to help ease whatever trouble it was that she had unintentionally caused.
"Daydreams and fairytales are not going to get you a passing grade in this class." The remark caused a small chain of snorts and giggles to erupt from Kirika's fellow classmates. Well, that was until they were all shot an evil glare from their instructor, basically saying 'Don't think you all are any different. Watch out because you're next!' Such a notion sent the young girl's mind spiraling back into a world of possibilities. For the second time that afternoon, the loud slamming of fists upon a desk, cast the young girl from her thoughts. "Did you not just hear a word I sai…" A loud buzzing noise resounded through the hallways of the school, drowning out any remaining words the teacher may have had to say and signaling the end of final class. Retreating to her desk in front of the classroom, a rather exhausted Mrs. Kurimaru rubbed her temple absently with her right forefinger and thumb. "Dismissed," Came a muttered response.
No one ever had to tell a student twice. Books in hand, bodies pushed and shove to rid themselves of the restraints and confinement of school. Even Kirika found herself rushing for the doorway. Weaving in and out of her fellow classmates, ignoring the sound of her name being called, detention could wait for later Kirika decided, nodding her head up and down in assurance. Right now, she needed to make amends with Mirielle; school would just have to wait.
Morning had come and gone. A mass of silky blonde hair lay sprawled across the floor leading from the kitchen to the small living room. Mirielle hadn't moved. Gaze fixated upon the intricate white speckled ceiling, the ex-assassin had spent the whole while lost in a sea of thoughts. Eons seemed to come and go, yet all were without Kirika. Over and over again, the scattered woman mentally slapped herself for her thoughts. Kirika would not leave her over something so small. Where would she have to go after all? Would she return to Japan? It was the smallest nagging feeling that the young girl would desert her, leaving behind an empty void in Mirielle's very being. It was so small, in fact the thought had never crossed her mind once, until now that was. However the truth remained that it was still there; still a very real possibility. Inside it had torn away at the blonde all day, causing Mirielle to slip into a mild state of depression.
Soon the one that had so easily captured her very essence would return from her classes, or perhaps she wouldn't, only returning to eat and sleep. A new set of images bombarded her already fragile mind. Images of long cold nights. Nights without that warm loving embrace to shelter her. Stray tears began to stream down the woman's rosy cheeks. Kirika…
Author Note: Sorry for the long delay. Work has been driving me crazy!! Twelve hour shifts! For crying out loud I ain't Super Woman here.
Er, aside from that, this chapter is a bit shorter, and has a wee cliff hanger. I know it's a tad out of character, but bare with me.
So what will happen to Mirielle? Will she do something she will later regret or will Kirika save her just in time?