Mercurial > moonlitnights

     1 title:When

     2 anime:Noir

     3 author:Immo (pronounced eye-moe)

     4 E-mail: immo@hamena.org 

     5 rating:G. Wow, eh? :D

     6 

     7 Noir fanfiction again. Mireille and Kirika. Not really yuri, it just

     8 depends on how you read

     9 into it. This is after the last episode

    10 *SPOILER*providingtheysurvived*SPOILER* (not really a

    11 spoiler, but whatever). Yeah NOIR!!!!

    12 

    13 

    14 "You got a haircut." Dark eyes played across the blonde's features.

    15 Mireille touched 

    16 her hair, self-consciously. Strands of silky, spun gold. Just a

    17 little trim, that was all she

    18 got. Barely noticeably. But she noticed.

    19 "It looks nice." Kirika turned away, to look back out the window.

    20 When did this happen?

    21 Mireille ducked her face down, to hide a light blush that sprung to

    22 her cheeks at the

    23 compliment. When had anyone noticed the slight changes?

    24 When she changed outfits, Kirika would notice, give that once over

    25 that was

    26 altogether exciting, yet dreaded. Exciting because of that little

    27 thrill of anticipation from

    28 a little compliment. Dread, that the compliment wouldn't come. When

    29 had Kirika's opinion

    30 become so important?

    31 Mireille pondered, and sat in front her laptop, reviewing the newest

    32 assignment for

    33 Noir, yet not really. Kirika was already asleep, and Mireille

    34 imagined she could hear the

    35 girl's soft breathing above the hum of the screen in front of her.

    36 "You should go to sleep soon."

    37 The voice startled her, yet didn't startle her at all. It was

    38 comforting, sudden, but

    39 welcome. It was so long since she had someone care about how late

    40 she stayed up. And she

    41 knew, Mireille knew if she stayed up just a bit longer--

    42 Engrossed in her work, she looked up and saw Kirika standing across

    43 from her,

    44 studying the blonde.

    45 "Mireille,"

    46 When had anybody been able to do that, to just say her name, and she

    47 would submit to

    48 their demands?

    49 Mireille shut down the laptop, and smiled at Kirika. They slept in

    50 the same bed,

    51 Kirika on one side, Mireille on the other. Both of them were awake,

    52 listening to each other

    53 breathing in the quiet of the room.

    54 Sometimes, they would hear a car pass by outside.

    55 Sometimes, they would hear, somewhere nearby, a dog obeying some

    56 primal instinct it

    57 still held after centuries of domestication, howling at the sky.

    58 Sometimes... all they heard was the sound of each other breathing.

    59 And when had either of them enjoyed something like that? Enjoyed

    60 sharing the magical

    61 silence that the darkness brought? The simple joy of knowing someone

    62 slept beside you?

    63 Enjoyed the fact that, waking up would mean waking up to someone...

    64 In the morning, Mireille would make breakfast, and Kirika would stay

    65 in bed, awake,

    66 eyes staring blankly at the plain plaster ceiling.

    67 Mireille would hum a tune that she had heard the other day, and when

    68 Kirika finally

    69 came to the breakfast table, they would find that their tunes

    70 matched, were in sync.

    71 When have you sung a song, and found someone singing it with you, at

    72 the exact same

    73 time?

    74 When were words not neccessary to know how each felt about the other?

    75 When had a feeling of... belonging ensnared the two in its grasp?

    76 Sometimes... sometimes...

    77 Merielle would disappear, and Kirika would wait patiently for her to

    78 come back home.

    79 Home. Was that was it was? When had the tiny apartment, with the

    80 green plants kept alive by

    81 dutiful care, become home? When had that pool table that served as a

    82 desk become the familiar

    83 oddity to Kirika?

    84 And when did it become apparent to the russet-haired girl that the

    85 rush of...

    86 something, was relief? The rush of relief, that came up everytime

    87 Mereille came home. Kirika

    88 would almost quicken her walk towards Mireille. Stopping abruptly,

    89 almost too close to

    90 Mireille, a look of... something in her eyes.

    91 "Welcome home."

    92 And Mireille would smile. A tiny smile, just the barest upturning of

    93 the corners of

    94 her mouth. A smile, pink and glossy, her eyes showing that, despite

    95 the small smile, she was

    96 grinning inside. Beaming. Full-fledged joy.

    97 "I got you something."

    98 When had the giving of something involved so much joy?

    99 Mireille held a paper bag in her arms, and a snow-white kitten,

   100 batted the edges of

   101 the bag, stared at Kirika curiously.

   102 When had gifts like this, meant more than a gift? When had it been

   103 so important to

   104 be able to please the other.

   105 When had things stopped becoming self-centered, and became other-

   106 centered?

   107 Mireille took the tiny kitten out of the brown paper bag, cradled

   108 it, let the bag

   109 fall to the floor. Holding out the tiny thing to Kirikia, Kirika

   110 smiled. She took the gift,

   111 and in that brief instance, their fingertips brushed each others.

   112 And when had either of them felt a brief, calm pleasure course

   113 through them? Felt the

   114 pleasure of knowing that this person who had just touched them, had

   115 touched them in many more

   116 ways then before? Touching that exceeded the physical boundaries.

   117 When had silence been enough to please.

   118 When did the feelings transcend the reality of the body?

   119 The looks, every precious few words between them, all treasured and

   120 placed together

   121 in a place both of them could reach again and again for reassurance

   122 when they were lost in

   123 this world.

   124 A world full of power-hungry forces that threatened to tear them

   125 asunder, to rend

   126 them into memories, and the only ones who would miss them would be

   127 the kitten, and maybe the

   128 green plants flourishing by the windowsill.

   129 Watching Kirika play with the kitten, teasing the small ball of fur

   130 with a cat toy,

   131 a little stuffed mouse on string, Mireille watched, contented that

   132 Kirika was contented.

   133 Mireille didn't really like cats.

   134 When had the blonde been able to tolerate felines for Kirika?

   135 The day passed, dinner was eaten.

   136 When had dinner become so much less lonely?

   137 And they slept, while the kitten purred, and slept in between the two.

   138 When did they stop seeing the world without each other?

   139 When did Noir, revenge, and convenience, these explanations, been

   140 thrown out the 

   141 window as explanations for the two remaining together?

   142 

   143 Then, a whispered question, in the still of the night, with just the

   144 two of them

   145 breathing. Three now. A purring kitten. Three, then. A question,

   146 spoken by one, echoed in the

   147 other's mind.

   148 "When did you become my world?"

   149 

   150 

   151 Note: Woah, huh? Woah. I dunno. Noir. Cool stuff. I was just

   152 thinking about it, going through

   153 some time. My friend's in the hospital, and (knock on wood) I was

   154 thinking what would happen

   155 if he never gets better. Scary thought. Then my thoughts drifted to

   156 my friends, and I don't

   157 know what I could've done without them, through everything I've been

   158 through. When had they

   159 become the things that made up my world? Why can I not imagine me

   160 without them? :P Sorta

   161 pathetic, but I dunno. I'm kinda sad.