Simply bringing the medicine kit in hurry to the room, Kirika gasped at the view of Mireille, laid down unconscious on the floor. Carefully the Japanese girl carried up the blonde and quickly laid her on bed. The blonde's wound was cleaned and bandaged by the brunette after. Kirika was unsurprisingly well trained on it, as she wrapped the blonde's left arm deliberately. An hour had passed, and finally Mireille showed the sign of regain consciousness. The blonde moved her body slightly, and slowly opened up her eyes. "You have awaken.." whispered the brunette in relief. Mireille, still laying down, glanced to her right where she heard the voice. Saw Kirika silently sitting beside her, waiting for her, the blonde smiled weakly. "Kirika.." She looked at her arm which was bandaged neatly. "Thank you." "It seems that you lost too many blood.." said Kirika, smiling. ".. that's why you suddenly felt dizzy and all." Mireille put her right arm on the bed and pushed it to help her sat. Quite deep as the wound was already, Mireille did slightly felt a pain just for sit, tough the Japanese girl already helped her. "Does it hurt much..?" asked the Japanese girl. "Yeah, a bit. But I'm okay." Mireille said, as she finally made herself comfortable. "How did you bring me here..?" "I carried you." the brunette answered calmly. Carried me..? The thought that she was carried by Kirika, made Mireille flushed a little. "Aren't I.. heavy..?" she asked, shy. She knew tough, that the brunette surely wasn't weak at all on physical strength, despite her tiny appearance. Kirika chuckled. "Not.. really." Still flushing, Mireille glanced at her left arm. "Did someone ask anything.. about what happened..?" "An old lady came over and asked." replied Kirika. "I told her we were simply fighting." "Fighting..? Did she believe you..?" The Japanese girl nodded quietly. "Any others..?" ".. No.. Not yet." The blonde let out a sigh. "Your innocent face surely helps a lot." she said. "How's the room..?" "Nothing.. badly damaged." "I see.." A gap of silence was created between them for some minutes, before the Japanese girl finally decided to speak up. Hesitation showed in her voice, Kirika asked, "What was.. she talking about with you..?" "..She challenged me on a duel." Kirika looked seriously at the blonde. "I know.. that." "Uh.. I refused to do that, and she became angry." "That's why she attacked you..?" asked the brunette sharply. "Maybe." Mireille looked away from the Japanese girl. She hoped her gesture would make Kirika realized that she didn't want to talk about it further, tough Mireille herself didn't know why. Talking about Chloe simply not on her favourite things to do list. Oblivious, the Japanese girl asked in confusion, "Why did.. she challenge you, Mireille..?" "..Dunno." murmured the blonde. Unfortunate for the blonde, Kirika was in the mood to know something. Consider how bizarre the situation had gotten, the brunette raised her eyebrows slightly. "Are you.. hiding something..?" "..No." The brunette launched her assault right after, as she gave the Corsican girl one of her icy stares, directed right to the blonde's blue eyes. Pushed under the brunette's cold eyes icy pressure, Mireille avoided the eye contact and tried her best to act like she was suffering from her wound. Quickly and almost spontaneously, the blonde touched her left arm where the wound was and whispered some words of pain. "Ugh..!" Just help me.. Kirika..! Unfortunately, her act failed miserably, as she was ignored completely by the brunette. Not even moved an inch from her current position, Kirika's brown orbs still calmly stared at Mireille's. Knew what her faith would be, the blonde decided to give up quickly in the end. The Corsican girl heaved a long sighed. "Looks like you win, like always." She looked at Kirika. "What was it you asked..?" The Japanese girl smiled cheerfully, before started to look serious again."Why was she angry..?" "I refused to talk to her. I don't want to do the fight." "Why did.. she suddenly challenge you to fight her..?" Kirika gave a look of questioning. "There.. must be a reason." "It's.." Mireille muttered. "maybe, she... wants you." "Huh..?" the Japanese girl asked, puzzled. "She wants to protect you." said Mireille. "She said the winner will be the one qualified to protect you." The Japanese girl looked at the blonde. "Protect me..?" "Yes. Seems like she wants to do it.. so much." Kirika looked confused. "Why..?" "I don't know." Mireille said, lying. She knew exactly that Chloe would happily die if it's for the brown haired girl's sake. "She kept insisting, tough I told her that you are already good for yourself. You don't need her, in other words." To the blonde's surprise, Kirika suddenly muttered. "Am I..?" Mireille said no word, and simply looked at Kirika. Hasn't she ever thought that she is capable enough..? "..Mireille." the Japanese girl's soft voice made the blonde looked at her right, caused her eyes met the brunette's beautiful brown orbs. "Don't you feel the need.. to protect me..?" Kirika asked the question timidly. Mireille's eyes turned wider in confusion. "..Hah?" What..?! It's not.. Mireille became speechless, and lost at words. She did say that Kirika didn't need someone like Chloe to protect her. But that was just in order to make the purple haired girl lost and realized her stupid purpose. The blonde knew that she herself would gladly protect the brunette, with or without asked. Too occupied by her inner thought and shocked by the sudden question, the blonde unconsciously stared on blankly. The blonde hardly thought about the answer she should give. Meanwhile, the Japanese girl kept looking at the Corsican girl, her brown orbs glimmered, waiting an answer. As Mireille's brain refused to give out a proper answer and she hadn't yet given a word to reply, the brunette's glimmering eyes slowly faded, replaced by sadness. The Japanese girl lowered her head and smiled sadly, sooth herself. ".. Sorry. Weird question." Kirika said, as she pulled herself up, prepared to stand up and left the room. "I'll make tea for you." Kirika was about to walk on but stopped when suddenly she felt the blonde's hand reached hers. Seemed like Mireille hadn't allowed the Japanese looking girl to leave her just yet. "No.. Uh.. Wait." Mireille murmured softly. She unconsciously pulled Kirika to sit back. Geez..! What made me think that long..!? The brunette looked at the blonde in confusion, but once again sat beside the blonde, hand clutched still. Mireille gulped, braved herself and gazed at the brown orbs next to her. "It's not that I don't care about you, Kirika.." she said softly, finally regained an answer. The brunette didn't reply, and listened obediently. "Just for you know.. I.." the blonde lowered her voice at almost the lowest stage. A whisper would definitely make a louder noise, if compared with the word Mireille took a really long time to say. "really care for you.." The Japanese girl somehow seemed to catch the words said, and smiled happily. "Really..?" "Yeah.." the blonde muttered. "Thank you." Kirika smiled beautifully at Mireille. The blonde blushed a little and grumbled some unclear words, which meant for herself only. "Uh, Mireille.." the Japanese looking girl whispered softly. "You said.. that a feeling of care count, right..?" Mireille suddenly felt her body heat increased thousand times. She could feel that her cheeks became hotter, her heart also pounded even faster it could have easily heard by anybody who listened closely at her heart beat. Just to hide her deep red face, Mireille avoided the brunette's gaze and looked down to her bed. Have I just confessed.. to her..?? The blonde tried to keep her cool, tough was fooled by her stuttered voice. "Ye.. Yeah.. Why?" "It's just.." Kirika whispered in a soft tone. "I kind of.. finally recognized the feeling of love.. by caring." "Oh.." The blonde hadn't dared to look at Kirika, despite her curious urge to see what the brunette would look like right now. Mireille waited Kirika to say more, and decided to shut her mouth for a while. Time passed and silence hung between them, yet no one spoke up. Mireille stole a glance at the Japanese girl and to her surprise, found the brunette somehow had a little wrinkle on her forehead. In deep thought, the brunette must be. "Kirika..?" the blonde decided to ask. The younger of the two finally looked up right into the blonde's eyes. "Er.." She whispered timidly to the blonde, "..Is it possible for me.." "Yes?" Mireille asked, no longer patient, as confusion and curiousity were all mixed in her head. Then, Mireille REALLY saw Kirika flushed. The brunette's cheek turned red, which was adorable for sure, in the blonde's opinion. Once again Mireille got to kill her urge to leaned over and kiss the brunette. She couldn't help but only silently enjoy the view in front of her, instead of passionately showing what she really felt. The Japanese girl seemed to be really nervous to look at Mireille, while her little voice turned to another lower level of sound. "Fall in love.." she whispered shyly. "with you..?" "Eh..?" the blonde stupidly launched the first word she came up with. The blonde's eyes opened wider. Thinking under great confusion, Mireille thought that she was imagining things, all because she was too attracted to the brunette's cute and adorable face. To the blonde's even more confusion, Kirika didn't reply her, and rather her cute blush got even worst redder she could had blown out her head if it could explode. Wasn' t it my imagination..?? Why is she blushing... so hard..?? Mireille blinked. "Did you just say that.. you.. love me..?" "I just ‘asked' if that's possible.." the Japanese girl muttered cutely. "I don't say I really feel it." she added quickly and looked up to see the blonde's face. All of the sudden, Mireille felt a miracle shone upon her, which somehow led her heart to a proper self-confidence. The blonde smiled gracefully. The urge to seduce the brunette now was spreading inside her, and completely contagious. She decided to lean closer to Kirika and gently squeezed the younger one's hand. "It's possible, I think.." Mireille said calmly, smiling. The blonde then gazed at Kirika's tomato red face. "Maybe you can help me tell the exact answer, by telling me what you feel.. " she leaned forward and made their face got really close they could easily have kissed each other. "when you're this close with me..?" Kirika obviously surprised and almost jumped at the sudden close contact, as her red cheeks turned redder, and moved her head a step back. Despite her calm facial look, deep in the heart Mireille could feel that her heart was also beating faster at every move she made toward Kirika. She herself also didn't know where she got the guts to do that, as she simply enjoyed teasing the Japanese girl, suddenly. Mireille smiled to herself. I got to remember that she smells so nice.. Almost unconsciously, their eyes locked onto each other, both simply amazed by how beautiful those other eyes were, tough no words of praise came out from their mouth. The two of them gazed onto each other for a long time, before the Japanese girl cut off the eye contact by saying words. "You.. enjoy this.." Kirika stuttered, still blushing madly. The Japanese girl lowered her head, obviously avoided direct contact from Mireille's eyes. "You want to kiss me..,don't you?" Mireille whispered naughtily. Kirika made no answer, but the blonde could vaguely see that a small nod was made by the brunette. The blonde grinned in happiness. She leaned forward to kiss her secret love slowly, closer and closer, regardless of the pain she felt whenever she moved her left arm. Closing the distance, now it's not even a centimeter left for her lips to reach Kirika's for the first time. Unfortunately Mireille's action was interrupted. "Isn't it you.. who want to kiss me..?" a voice suddenly heard. The Japanese girl's abrupt sentence was no doubt timid, but at the same time sharp. Mireille didn't expect the Japanese girl to speak so sudden at THAT time. However, the action had forced the blonde to stop her move. "No." Mireille quickly answered and turned her head back to where it was, as she slowly felt her cheeks once again became hotter. She cleared her throat, disintegrating her sloppy and embarrassing action. Unfortunately, Kirika realized the nervousness in the blonde's answer. The brunette hesitated to ask at first, as she kept silent for a while. But later, after seeing that the blonde was trying so hard to hide her face whose flushing, the Japanese girl smiled in victory and asked innocently, emphasizing her cute adorable look. "Sure..?" Kirika asked slowly in an innocent tone, rather seducing, tough. Mireille stole a quick glance at Kirika, who was now smiling to her. Did she do that on purpose..??! The blonde knew that she was lost, as she realized that she was now the one whose cheeks as red as tomato, while Kirika was the one smiling gratefully in satisfaction. Too embarrassed to say a word and admit her defeat, Mireille shut her mouth. "Mireille..?" Kirika softly asked. "Do you.. love me..?" "Err.. " mumbled the blonde, still afraid to just blurt out what she felt, regardless of her mad heart which beating very quickly. As if she didn't mean to ask the question, the Japanese girl kept talking tough rather for herself, and didn't wait for Mireille to answer her question. "I don't know actually, how to be loved by someone.." Kirika said softly in a low voice meant not to be heard but by herself, as if hoping an unreachable dream. Realized a pair of blue orbs simply watching her every word, Kirika looked back at Mireille, her eyes now desired an answer, as her lips simply twisted a smile. Mireille gazed wordlessly at the Japanese girl. As the Japanese girl was about to say something, Mireille suddenly leaned forward and hug Kirika, completely ignored or rather not felt the pain in her left arm. "Mi.. reille..?" Kirika said, surprised, but didn't resist to be hugged. The blonde said nothing, as this was her answer. The embrace was not too close, as Mireille hesitated. Mireille could feel her heart stopped at the very sudden close contact she ever made with the brunette, despite their years living together. She may not like this.. As the blonde was about to let go of the Japanese girl, she felt Kirika placed her hands back, circling Mireille's waist. Relief grew in her heart, Mireille hold the brunette back closer to her. Mireille made up her mind and whispered right into the brunette's ear in a low voice, "I.. do want to kiss you.." The Japanese girl smiled, tough Mireille couldn't see it. "I do too, Mireille.." Kirika said softly in a caressing tone. The two of them, still hugging onto each other, and leaned closer to the other's face. As they were no longer separated by formal distance, and their nose was touching, they could hear and feel each other breath. "Have you.. kissed someone before..?" Mireille asked softly, as she enjoyed feeling the rhythm of Kirika's steady breath, as well as the closeness. Kirika shook her head shyly, as her cheeks slowly turned to its red form. Mireille smiled, and cup the Japanese girl's face with her hands. Then, she placed her lips on Kirika's soft and small lips, gave the brunette a long, passionate kiss. Kirika's body and lips tensed at first but began to relax at last, after felt how gentle Mireille was with her action. They kissed romantically, as each of them moaned softly. Once they stopped to take a breath, Mireille whispered naughtily, "Like it..?" Kirika replied with a small nod, as she licked her lips slowly, and sexy in Mireille's opinion. The blonde didn't waste time anymore, and kissed the Japanese girl one more time, this time more intimate and passionate than before. "I love you." Mireille said, in the middle of their romantic scene, as she once again caught her breath. "I think I love you too, Mireille." the brunette whispered softly. The blonde smiled and kissed Kirika, now on the forehead. Then, she pulled the Japanese girl towards her, motioned her to lie together in the bed. Simply brought closer to the blonde she loved, Kirika gladly followed. They laid together in bed, close one to another, hands on the latter's waist. That was the first time for the two of them, holding each other in such way. Mireille brushed Kirika's brown hair affectionately with her right hand, made the brunette gazed happily at the blonde's blue orbs. "Your left arm.. alright..?" Mireille smiled at the brunette. "How can it not be alright..?" she asked in a happy tone. They smiled to each other as they leaned more and more closer, as in the end smiling peacefully while resting in bed. ---------------------------------------- Meanwhile in some place far from their apartment.. "I believe I have told you before. Have not I..?' a deep calm voice, fill in madness asked. Regardless of the cold weather, and the darkness filled within the sky tonight, the woman led her little girl to walk with her, to talk outside in their special place. Their footsteps echoed down the hall of their big house, as they were the only one walking on. The younger girl didn't answer and rather looked away from the woman in front of her, as she kept walking obediently. Told herself to deny the fear of the sharpness and coldness in the woman's tone, the girl decided to look up. She thought she didn't do anything wrong, after all. The older woman heaved out a long sigh. "Why did you carelessly go, my dear kid..? I cannot get it at all." The younger girl murmured. "I won't let anyone DO that." "Why..?" the older woman asked, her long hairs flickered by the wind's blow, as they were now already stood in the garden outside. Seeing the kid in front of her hadn't yet replied, the woman decided to spill out the name of the green cloaked girl. "Chloe..?" Chloe looked up and meet Altena's gaze. "I.. love her." She said, her eyes showed strong determination. "That's why." "Love.." Altena said, disgust in her heart, despite her smiling face. "But still I cannot understand you, my child." The purple haired girl kept her mouth shut and silent. Still smiling horrifically, Altena calmly said. "I will never hurt you, Chloe." The older woman gazed seriously, her eyes reflected sadness, or rather in Chloe's opinion, threat. "Please, do not force me do so. Just by see you make any more of your.." she paused. "..ugly action." Hesitation and scare mixed up in her heart, Chloe said nothing and avoided the older woman's sharp gaze. She would gladly obeyed every word Altena said to her, before. But things had changed and she no longer trust the older woman in front of her completely, tough she hate to admit the fear she encountered every time she saw the older girl's figure. "I hope you do understand what I said, my dearest kid." With the last sentence, the beautiful well-mannered woman left the garden, leaving Chloe all alone, desperately confused. "Kirika.." she murmured weakly.
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