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1 title:When
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2 anime:Noir
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3 author:Immo (pronounced eye-moe)
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4 E-mail: immo@hamena.org
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5 rating:G. Wow, eh? :D
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6
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7 Noir fanfiction again. Mireille and Kirika. Not really yuri, it just
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8 depends on how you read
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9 into it. This is after the last episode
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10 *SPOILER*providingtheysurvived*SPOILER* (not really a
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11 spoiler, but whatever). Yeah NOIR!!!!
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12
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13
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14 "You got a haircut." Dark eyes played across the blonde's features.
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15 Mireille touched
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16 her hair, self-consciously. Strands of silky, spun gold. Just a
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17 little trim, that was all she
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18 got. Barely noticeably. But she noticed.
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19 "It looks nice." Kirika turned away, to look back out the window.
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20 When did this happen?
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21 Mireille ducked her face down, to hide a light blush that sprung to
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22 her cheeks at the
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23 compliment. When had anyone noticed the slight changes?
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24 When she changed outfits, Kirika would notice, give that once over
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25 that was
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26 altogether exciting, yet dreaded. Exciting because of that little
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27 thrill of anticipation from
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28 a little compliment. Dread, that the compliment wouldn't come. When
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29 had Kirika's opinion
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30 become so important?
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31 Mireille pondered, and sat in front her laptop, reviewing the newest
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32 assignment for
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33 Noir, yet not really. Kirika was already asleep, and Mireille
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34 imagined she could hear the
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35 girl's soft breathing above the hum of the screen in front of her.
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36 "You should go to sleep soon."
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37 The voice startled her, yet didn't startle her at all. It was
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38 comforting, sudden, but
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39 welcome. It was so long since she had someone care about how late
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40 she stayed up. And she
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41 knew, Mireille knew if she stayed up just a bit longer--
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42 Engrossed in her work, she looked up and saw Kirika standing across
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43 from her,
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44 studying the blonde.
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45 "Mireille,"
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46 When had anybody been able to do that, to just say her name, and she
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47 would submit to
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48 their demands?
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49 Mireille shut down the laptop, and smiled at Kirika. They slept in
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50 the same bed,
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51 Kirika on one side, Mireille on the other. Both of them were awake,
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52 listening to each other
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53 breathing in the quiet of the room.
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54 Sometimes, they would hear a car pass by outside.
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55 Sometimes, they would hear, somewhere nearby, a dog obeying some
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56 primal instinct it
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57 still held after centuries of domestication, howling at the sky.
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58 Sometimes... all they heard was the sound of each other breathing.
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59 And when had either of them enjoyed something like that? Enjoyed
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60 sharing the magical
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61 silence that the darkness brought? The simple joy of knowing someone
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62 slept beside you?
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63 Enjoyed the fact that, waking up would mean waking up to someone...
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64 In the morning, Mireille would make breakfast, and Kirika would stay
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65 in bed, awake,
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66 eyes staring blankly at the plain plaster ceiling.
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67 Mireille would hum a tune that she had heard the other day, and when
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68 Kirika finally
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69 came to the breakfast table, they would find that their tunes
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70 matched, were in sync.
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71 When have you sung a song, and found someone singing it with you, at
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72 the exact same
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73 time?
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74 When were words not neccessary to know how each felt about the other?
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75 When had a feeling of... belonging ensnared the two in its grasp?
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76 Sometimes... sometimes...
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77 Merielle would disappear, and Kirika would wait patiently for her to
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78 come back home.
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79 Home. Was that was it was? When had the tiny apartment, with the
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80 green plants kept alive by
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81 dutiful care, become home? When had that pool table that served as a
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82 desk become the familiar
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83 oddity to Kirika?
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84 And when did it become apparent to the russet-haired girl that the
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85 rush of...
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86 something, was relief? The rush of relief, that came up everytime
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87 Mereille came home. Kirika
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88 would almost quicken her walk towards Mireille. Stopping abruptly,
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89 almost too close to
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90 Mireille, a look of... something in her eyes.
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91 "Welcome home."
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92 And Mireille would smile. A tiny smile, just the barest upturning of
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93 the corners of
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94 her mouth. A smile, pink and glossy, her eyes showing that, despite
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95 the small smile, she was
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96 grinning inside. Beaming. Full-fledged joy.
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97 "I got you something."
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98 When had the giving of something involved so much joy?
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99 Mireille held a paper bag in her arms, and a snow-white kitten,
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100 batted the edges of
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101 the bag, stared at Kirika curiously.
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102 When had gifts like this, meant more than a gift? When had it been
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103 so important to
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104 be able to please the other.
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105 When had things stopped becoming self-centered, and became other-
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106 centered?
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107 Mireille took the tiny kitten out of the brown paper bag, cradled
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108 it, let the bag
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109 fall to the floor. Holding out the tiny thing to Kirikia, Kirika
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110 smiled. She took the gift,
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111 and in that brief instance, their fingertips brushed each others.
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112 And when had either of them felt a brief, calm pleasure course
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113 through them? Felt the
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114 pleasure of knowing that this person who had just touched them, had
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115 touched them in many more
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116 ways then before? Touching that exceeded the physical boundaries.
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117 When had silence been enough to please.
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118 When did the feelings transcend the reality of the body?
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119 The looks, every precious few words between them, all treasured and
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120 placed together
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121 in a place both of them could reach again and again for reassurance
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122 when they were lost in
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123 this world.
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124 A world full of power-hungry forces that threatened to tear them
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125 asunder, to rend
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126 them into memories, and the only ones who would miss them would be
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127 the kitten, and maybe the
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128 green plants flourishing by the windowsill.
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129 Watching Kirika play with the kitten, teasing the small ball of fur
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130 with a cat toy,
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131 a little stuffed mouse on string, Mireille watched, contented that
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132 Kirika was contented.
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133 Mireille didn't really like cats.
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134 When had the blonde been able to tolerate felines for Kirika?
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135 The day passed, dinner was eaten.
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136 When had dinner become so much less lonely?
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137 And they slept, while the kitten purred, and slept in between the two.
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138 When did they stop seeing the world without each other?
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139 When did Noir, revenge, and convenience, these explanations, been
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140 thrown out the
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141 window as explanations for the two remaining together?
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142
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143 Then, a whispered question, in the still of the night, with just the
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144 two of them
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145 breathing. Three now. A purring kitten. Three, then. A question,
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146 spoken by one, echoed in the
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147 other's mind.
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148 "When did you become my world?"
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149
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150
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151 Note: Woah, huh? Woah. I dunno. Noir. Cool stuff. I was just
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152 thinking about it, going through
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153 some time. My friend's in the hospital, and (knock on wood) I was
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154 thinking what would happen
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155 if he never gets better. Scary thought. Then my thoughts drifted to
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156 my friends, and I don't
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157 know what I could've done without them, through everything I've been
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158 through. When had they
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159 become the things that made up my world? Why can I not imagine me
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160 without them? :P Sorta
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161 pathetic, but I dunno. I'm kinda sad. |
