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1.1 --- /dev/null Thu Jan 01 00:00:00 1970 +0000 1.2 +++ b/old/stories/noir-when.txt Fri Feb 19 20:53:12 2010 -0500 1.3 @@ -0,0 +1,161 @@ 1.4 +title:When 1.5 +anime:Noir 1.6 +author:Immo (pronounced eye-moe) 1.7 +E-mail: immo@hamena.org 1.8 +rating:G. Wow, eh? :D 1.9 + 1.10 +Noir fanfiction again. Mireille and Kirika. Not really yuri, it just 1.11 +depends on how you read 1.12 +into it. This is after the last episode 1.13 +*SPOILER*providingtheysurvived*SPOILER* (not really a 1.14 +spoiler, but whatever). Yeah NOIR!!!! 1.15 + 1.16 + 1.17 +"You got a haircut." Dark eyes played across the blonde's features. 1.18 +Mireille touched 1.19 +her hair, self-consciously. Strands of silky, spun gold. Just a 1.20 +little trim, that was all she 1.21 +got. Barely noticeably. But she noticed. 1.22 +"It looks nice." Kirika turned away, to look back out the window. 1.23 +When did this happen? 1.24 +Mireille ducked her face down, to hide a light blush that sprung to 1.25 +her cheeks at the 1.26 +compliment. When had anyone noticed the slight changes? 1.27 +When she changed outfits, Kirika would notice, give that once over 1.28 +that was 1.29 +altogether exciting, yet dreaded. Exciting because of that little 1.30 +thrill of anticipation from 1.31 +a little compliment. Dread, that the compliment wouldn't come. When 1.32 +had Kirika's opinion 1.33 +become so important? 1.34 +Mireille pondered, and sat in front her laptop, reviewing the newest 1.35 +assignment for 1.36 +Noir, yet not really. Kirika was already asleep, and Mireille 1.37 +imagined she could hear the 1.38 +girl's soft breathing above the hum of the screen in front of her. 1.39 +"You should go to sleep soon." 1.40 +The voice startled her, yet didn't startle her at all. It was 1.41 +comforting, sudden, but 1.42 +welcome. It was so long since she had someone care about how late 1.43 +she stayed up. And she 1.44 +knew, Mireille knew if she stayed up just a bit longer-- 1.45 +Engrossed in her work, she looked up and saw Kirika standing across 1.46 +from her, 1.47 +studying the blonde. 1.48 +"Mireille," 1.49 +When had anybody been able to do that, to just say her name, and she 1.50 +would submit to 1.51 +their demands? 1.52 +Mireille shut down the laptop, and smiled at Kirika. They slept in 1.53 +the same bed, 1.54 +Kirika on one side, Mireille on the other. Both of them were awake, 1.55 +listening to each other 1.56 +breathing in the quiet of the room. 1.57 +Sometimes, they would hear a car pass by outside. 1.58 +Sometimes, they would hear, somewhere nearby, a dog obeying some 1.59 +primal instinct it 1.60 +still held after centuries of domestication, howling at the sky. 1.61 +Sometimes... all they heard was the sound of each other breathing. 1.62 +And when had either of them enjoyed something like that? Enjoyed 1.63 +sharing the magical 1.64 +silence that the darkness brought? The simple joy of knowing someone 1.65 +slept beside you? 1.66 +Enjoyed the fact that, waking up would mean waking up to someone... 1.67 +In the morning, Mireille would make breakfast, and Kirika would stay 1.68 +in bed, awake, 1.69 +eyes staring blankly at the plain plaster ceiling. 1.70 +Mireille would hum a tune that she had heard the other day, and when 1.71 +Kirika finally 1.72 +came to the breakfast table, they would find that their tunes 1.73 +matched, were in sync. 1.74 +When have you sung a song, and found someone singing it with you, at 1.75 +the exact same 1.76 +time? 1.77 +When were words not neccessary to know how each felt about the other? 1.78 +When had a feeling of... belonging ensnared the two in its grasp? 1.79 +Sometimes... sometimes... 1.80 +Merielle would disappear, and Kirika would wait patiently for her to 1.81 +come back home. 1.82 +Home. Was that was it was? When had the tiny apartment, with the 1.83 +green plants kept alive by 1.84 +dutiful care, become home? When had that pool table that served as a 1.85 +desk become the familiar 1.86 +oddity to Kirika? 1.87 +And when did it become apparent to the russet-haired girl that the 1.88 +rush of... 1.89 +something, was relief? The rush of relief, that came up everytime 1.90 +Mereille came home. Kirika 1.91 +would almost quicken her walk towards Mireille. Stopping abruptly, 1.92 +almost too close to 1.93 +Mireille, a look of... something in her eyes. 1.94 +"Welcome home." 1.95 +And Mireille would smile. A tiny smile, just the barest upturning of 1.96 +the corners of 1.97 +her mouth. A smile, pink and glossy, her eyes showing that, despite 1.98 +the small smile, she was 1.99 +grinning inside. Beaming. Full-fledged joy. 1.100 +"I got you something." 1.101 +When had the giving of something involved so much joy? 1.102 +Mireille held a paper bag in her arms, and a snow-white kitten, 1.103 +batted the edges of 1.104 +the bag, stared at Kirika curiously. 1.105 +When had gifts like this, meant more than a gift? When had it been 1.106 +so important to 1.107 +be able to please the other. 1.108 +When had things stopped becoming self-centered, and became other- 1.109 +centered? 1.110 +Mireille took the tiny kitten out of the brown paper bag, cradled 1.111 +it, let the bag 1.112 +fall to the floor. Holding out the tiny thing to Kirikia, Kirika 1.113 +smiled. She took the gift, 1.114 +and in that brief instance, their fingertips brushed each others. 1.115 +And when had either of them felt a brief, calm pleasure course 1.116 +through them? Felt the 1.117 +pleasure of knowing that this person who had just touched them, had 1.118 +touched them in many more 1.119 +ways then before? Touching that exceeded the physical boundaries. 1.120 +When had silence been enough to please. 1.121 +When did the feelings transcend the reality of the body? 1.122 +The looks, every precious few words between them, all treasured and 1.123 +placed together 1.124 +in a place both of them could reach again and again for reassurance 1.125 +when they were lost in 1.126 +this world. 1.127 +A world full of power-hungry forces that threatened to tear them 1.128 +asunder, to rend 1.129 +them into memories, and the only ones who would miss them would be 1.130 +the kitten, and maybe the 1.131 +green plants flourishing by the windowsill. 1.132 +Watching Kirika play with the kitten, teasing the small ball of fur 1.133 +with a cat toy, 1.134 +a little stuffed mouse on string, Mireille watched, contented that 1.135 +Kirika was contented. 1.136 +Mireille didn't really like cats. 1.137 +When had the blonde been able to tolerate felines for Kirika? 1.138 +The day passed, dinner was eaten. 1.139 +When had dinner become so much less lonely? 1.140 +And they slept, while the kitten purred, and slept in between the two. 1.141 +When did they stop seeing the world without each other? 1.142 +When did Noir, revenge, and convenience, these explanations, been 1.143 +thrown out the 1.144 +window as explanations for the two remaining together? 1.145 + 1.146 +Then, a whispered question, in the still of the night, with just the 1.147 +two of them 1.148 +breathing. Three now. A purring kitten. Three, then. A question, 1.149 +spoken by one, echoed in the 1.150 +other's mind. 1.151 +"When did you become my world?" 1.152 + 1.153 + 1.154 +Note: Woah, huh? Woah. I dunno. Noir. Cool stuff. I was just 1.155 +thinking about it, going through 1.156 +some time. My friend's in the hospital, and (knock on wood) I was 1.157 +thinking what would happen 1.158 +if he never gets better. Scary thought. Then my thoughts drifted to 1.159 +my friends, and I don't 1.160 +know what I could've done without them, through everything I've been 1.161 +through. When had they 1.162 +become the things that made up my world? Why can I not imagine me 1.163 +without them? :P Sorta 1.164 +pathetic, but I dunno. I'm kinda sad. 1.165 \ No newline at end of file