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