Disclaimer: I do not own Noir. This is a shoujoai- (female xfemale) please do not read if that will offend you. Reviews are nice. ^_^

The Weight of the World

Chapter 1-

Blood dripped into her eyes as she raised her gun and aimed. Shooting in the dark was never easy unless you had infra-red gear, but she wasn't lucky this time. She had been ambushed walking home from the market, it was her fault to be out so late at night.

A bullet whizzed by.

'Damn' she thought, as she missed her target and the man opened fire back at her, hitting her in the shoulder.

Trying not to cry out in pain, she ran after the man who had started running away from her. He ran down into an alleyway and she gave chase, cradling her injured arm close to her.

At the end of the alleyway, the man looked up at her with a sorrowful expression on his face. The moon shone brightly enough that she was able to get a good look at him.

"Father? My god, is that you?" she spoke to him in French, her voice almost breaking. "Who are you? You are my father....."

The man's eyes glinted as he raised his gun back at her, aiming for her chest. Mireille snapped out of her shock and realized that he wasn't alone, he had another shooter poistioned in the shadows.

She tried to whip out her weapon but was much slower since she was injured.

She felt the bullets as they slammed into her body and immediately everything went numb. Her last conscious thought before she faded into the darkness of that endless abyss called death was of betrayal and of….

-X-

"Kirika!" she heard herself scream the name over and over.

The blonde-haired woman sat up in bed, her heart racing in fear until her mind began to process that she was still alive.

She felt a warm hand on her arm and turned to look into the big brown eyes of her lover- eyes that were full of confusion and worry.

"Mireyu, are you okay?" the Japanese woman asked in her quiet way, her eyes searching the blonde woman's beside her.

Mireille leaned over and embraced Kirika. "I'm fine, but I do wish this nightmare would go away. I've dreamed this same dream every night for the past week," she said, as she pulled Kirika back down unto the bed. Mireille ruffled her lover's unruly brown hair and leaned down and softly kissed her lips. She smelt of the earth and orange pekoe tea today. The blonde couldn't get enough of her she thought to herself.

"Umm." came the reply from the Japanese woman, who snuggled against her blonde partner.

"I know, you think I should be worried that this dream is a warning, but it's just a dream. It's nothing to worry about." Mireille lied, as she tightened her grip on Kirika.

"Um hm" came Kirika's mumbled reply.

"Don't argue with me," Mireille said lightly, being able to know what her partner meant even if she only muttered. Their bond was so strong and growing more so every day.

They were really the true Noir, but they had rejected that destiny that had been expected of them.

Now they were just a couple of women in love and were trying to live the normal life that had been denied them years ago. Fate had made Kirika a child raised to be a killer, and Mireille the child whose family had been killed by that child.

They should have never been lovers, but Mireille had grown to be a killer herself and had a forgiving heart.

The light they searched for brought them out of the darkness, but now Mireille was worried. She had nightmares before but not the same one for over a week straight.

The man in the alley had her dead fathers face and he had a shooting partner who smiled as she shot Mireille.

It was Kirika.

Chapter 3-

A/n- Here's the second chapter after an extremely long wait in which I apologize. I hope someone enjoys. I am a very emotional person and a lot of my writing is something I do to let loose built up emotional stress. I know it's rushed and I'm sure if I had a better attention span that it could be so much better.

Well, like it or not – please let me know what you think.