Both hands grasping the gun, and pointing it to the object in front of her, Kirika stood steadily, coldly. Her Asian face showed neither smirk nor smile, while her weapon glared at the breathing living beings after her as her brown eyes glimmering in a threatening way to any who saw her. The dark aura hovering between her gradually turned to become more and more visible. It was clear that she was not a woman one would underestimate; she seemed dangerous despite her petite appearance. In fact, she was dangerous. Two women stood in front of the brunette; both obviously struck dead in their feet in great shock as their eyes widen in an even more astonishment. The one standing in front was a tall, pretty blonde dressed with a tight trousers and dusty white jacket, obviously was the result of undertaking a task. The other girl behind, apparently younger, was wearing a green cloak which covered almost all parts of the body except her head, gathering all the mysterious thoughts around her. The girl's unusual hair's colour adorned her white, pale little face which grown in even bewilderment as time passed by without any words being exchanged. Kirika smiled inwardly. From the appearance alone, she could tell that the two of them were exhausted; their cloths were ripped poorly, their face sweaty as well as dirty of the long fight, and their breath was not calm. And she, on the other hand, was as new as a baby who had just been delivered to the world. She had succeeded in meeting the preys, she could feel the blood flows inside her boiling, signing her eagerness to fight, to finish her task immediately. Her heart pounded animatedly at the view of her preys. They would be her next enemies. She heard voices inside her head commanded her to finish them off harshly, quickly. Without further consideration she usually would. Yet she realized she had not this time. Kirika did not really understand. She stood on her current place, simply gazing at the pairs for some long minutes. It was just like in most movies, nobody did anything; they were simply looking at each other. Ironically, the pair gazed back at her; they stared at her as if they had not seen anyone pointing a gun to a person before. Kirika knew she just had to pull the trigger and bang! Everything would be done. As simple as that. But despite all her common sense, the gun that hung on her right arm just pointed proudly but quietly without action whatsoever. Evidently, the user had not decided when to use it yet. The Japanese girl just stared at them, and the pair looked back at her. This was how they looked like physically. Mentally, Kirika felt even more perplexed. She found it hard to admit, as it was embarassing for her too, that there was this feeling of familiarity that slipped into her heart once she faced the pair. She was an assassin, and feeling was certainly not anywhere in her dictionoary. She just need to kill and tried not to be killed. But strangely, she had unconsciously delayed her prevailing assault. This was weird, considering that she did not acknowledge them. They were complete strangers. Weren't they? She did not know who they were, or why they were here. One thing she knew for sure was that the two were intruders. And aside of all that, she could only guess. But guessing had also been a hard thing for her - she realized greatly that for some reason her heart ached painfully at the very first time she saw the blonde who were standing in the front. That was why she changed her gaze into that blank, stolid gaze she usually used to avoid deep eye contacts. Inexcusably, the gaze the taller girl's gave to her felt like piercing through the deepest part of her heart, as if it was jabbed deeply with a knife. Weird. It was even more bizzare due to the fact that the three of them were just standing there facing each other and doing nothing without saying a word. Even stranger that the pair neither attacked her nor trying to hide when they saw Kirika. The tall blonde was holding a gun on her right arm, and the shorter girl was also grasping two sharp knives on both her hands. Those were weapon, but none of them dared to move or even raise up that weapon. The two definitely were strong for they could not ever reach this level - or in other words, met her - if they had no skill. But regardless, those uncanny feeling, those confusion in her head, and those bizarre combination alone, were sufficient in delaying a sober Kirika to pull the trigger of her gun. Despite her thoughtful mind, the Japanese girl stared coldly like a statue at the awkward pair. She reminded herself to finish her mission; she had been assigned to kill any intruders in this place. And those two women standing right after her eyes, with battered clothes and unheveled appearance, were unquestionably those intruders. "Kirika.." it was the one with blue eyes who spoke, the blonde. The word reached out to the Japanese girl's ears smoothly, surprising her inner heart. Before she got the chance to resist, the voice flowed softly like a goddess lullaby - the light, friendly tone she reckoned like knowing.. such a lovely tone had escaped from that beautiful lips.. just like an angel's voice.. Why did she.. feel like that? Kirika slapped herself from her daydream wonder. She set her gaze sharper at the intruders. Ever since they came, the confusing feeling had haunted her. It was not like her usual self to dwell with such tiny matter, such unneeded problem. But still the Japanese girl could not lie to wonder why that blonde woman could know her name, and why did the fact bother her so much. "Kirika.." the girl with purple hair whispered softly. "Can you.. lower the gun? It is.. us." she tattered unconfidently. Kirika remained impassive and said nothing. Both of the stranger women knew her name. But she did know any of theirs. How? Silence filled the air inside the long shiny corridors as the pair did not pursue the subject anymore. The three assassins stood silent staring at each other; voices came only from their hard breathing. Then a while after, Kirika pulled the trigger off and launched a shot at the blonde - which to her dissatisfaction was dodged. "Kirika!" the blonde exclaimed loudly after she dodged the bullet by rolling at one side. "What in the world.. did they do to you?" the women gazed weakly at the brunette's eyes while her voice suddenly became so weak as if she was about to cry. "..Kirika?" the green cloaked girl asked roughly. "Don't you know us?! It's me, Chloe." Kirika remained as silent as a rock and shot another bullet at the girl who called herself Chloe. And as expected, the shot was also dodged beautifully by the quick reaction the girl innately had. But even with that assault, the pair neither fought back nor move their weapon. The only thing they kept doing was continuously staring, staring, and staring at her. Tough they did hold their weapons in ready this time. A sense of survival and vigilance, Kirika thought. "Don't you remember her?" Chloe asked weakly as she stood up, one of her finger then pointed the tall blonde who was kneeling down on the floor. "..Mireille." Chloe. Mireille. The names rang something she did not remember. But what? The Japanese girl felt a sudden headache striking her. Feeling weak all of the sudden, Kirika dropped her knees to the floor and lift out her left hand to touch her head - hoping to ease the pain, which succeeded after a while gritted her teeth hardly. Kirika stammered to her feet slowly, and pointed her gun to the intruders like before. "Draw your weapon and fight." she said coldly, speaking for the first time as she tried to maintain her breathing from the sudden headache. "Kirika.." the women named Mireille muttered softly. "Are you okay?" she asked in a worried tone, instead of drawing out her gun. "You are not hurt, are you?" At each word, the women stepped closer to the Japanese girl. Her blue eyes shimmered a worry light, a caring gaze. Kirika, who in return was stepping back slowly, shot the bullet in her gun at the women's feet to stop the movement. She did not know her and therefore, she could not trust her. They might just pretending, won't they? As the blonde did not slower her pace, Kirika shot out another bullets, and finally after the third bullets, Mireille stopped approaching her and stood at her current place. "Kirika, please.." "Kirika.." Mireille and Chloe kept mumbling the brunette's name, despite the fact that none of it could bring Kirika to respond. She stepped back every one of them said something, and threatened them with a shot. I just need to kill them. What is wrong with me? But the pair determination won the best of the circumstances, they tried to speak something to her, saying something about go back, or get away, and kill a certain person. Kirika did not understand any of it, neither did she understand everything of herself since she met them. Her normal self would kill any person standing in the way. Any one. Yet she could not direct her gun in a right way for some reason. This was definitely not like her usual self. Kirika did not know why she just threatened them, instead of killing them. Moreover, it was confusing how she had - or rather let herself - been pushed until this far; her back had now touched the wall. Kirika glared at Mireille and Chloe, and they stared back. At one second, her gaze met the blonde's eyes and all of the sudden, the Japanese girl began to feel dizzy. The headache troubled her again- it was pretty much the same stinging pain from before. It happened pretty often, and she usually won't be worried of it. But this time, it was excruciatingly painful for her it made her lost her balance and forcing her to use all the energy left to keep grabbing her gun. In dizziness, Kirika shot the last bullet in her gun to threaten the pair for the last time, and kneeled down to the floor weakly, breathing hardly. Her heart throbbing achingly, and her breath circulation was not helping either. Then she started to see something in her head. Flashes of vague memories started to flick inside her head like a book in a fast motion. A huge white room. Doctors and people. Injections. Medicines. Bottles. Pictures of bones, organs, brains. All those visions just popped out in her minds once she stumbled heavily, but before she got the chance to recall all those flashes further, the pictures disappeared and then like a thunder shot, an electrical stinging buzzed their jerking bolt inside her head. Once, twice, more, and more - it kept stinging her head like crazy like a severe punishment for what she saw. She greeted her teeth not to scream, not to let the pain take her self away. But the shot inside her head perpetually kept striking on and on, she began to hear strange voices. It was as if somebody else were inside, controlling her head, managing everything she should see. "Arrrggghhh!!" Kirika begun to feel so much pain she could not bear her own weight with her knees any longer. She dropped her gun, fell and dropped all the way on the floor while grasping her head with both hand in agony. Stop! Stop it!! Stop it!!! Kill them. Please, stop! Stop!! Then kill them. Kill them. Fighting back the painful feeling, Kirika's eyes had become wet and teary due to her suffering to hold back her cry. The teeth she had been gritting started to bleed, and her hands grasped her own head vigorously, unconsciously scratching herself until it got deeper and deeper with her nails it actually added the pain. She wanted the pain to stop! Yet the thing did not obey; it kept striking her harsher. Sweat began to pour down while at the same time her body turned colder. She was now trembling hysterically and also screaming desperately. The pain was too much for her to bear; her body had come to lose the strength. It was hard to breathe. It was harder to even feel alive. Another bolting shot strike her. Then another. Kirika felt her head might explode anytime. For the first time in her life that she remebered, she felt weak. And helpless. Kirika did not realize someone was kneeling down beside her since long, trying to ease her pain - until that person hugged her. The movement was so gentle and strong the Japanese girl could not even resist. But she still realized that the hands holding her were comforting, nice, and strangely, reliable. She was buried into the person's chest, and after a long moment of trying to breaking the pain out of her mind, felt extremely surprised to find such warm and loving touch she had been given. Those hands fondled her head, stroked her hair softly, and touched her arms gently; all to sooth her. In the remaining of her coming sense, Kirika vaguely smelled the soft aromas of the body, and found it relaxing, in a confusing manner. The Japanese girl began to regain her composure; the trembling slowly stopped, and the headache did not hurt her as much as it did before. Still letting herself be embraced, the brunette inhaled deeply in relief for the pain gradually disappeared. Amazingly, she felt so much better. It was incredible how such act could ease her. But much to her confusion, she found the person embracing her was now sobbing. Curious, Kirika opened her eyes and blinked it rapidly until she could see things vividly. Then, she saw the person who was crying, but never letting go of her grip on her. Kirika's eyes widen slightly when her eyes caught the women's figure; the vision made the Japanese girl felt her cheeks and her entire body became hotter. And worst, tor some unknown reason to herself, Kirika blushed. The blonde women, Mireille, was holding her tightly while sobbed loudly the brunette could not help but felt guilty when hearing it. A while after, as Mireille realized that she was being watched, she stopped sobbing and looked at the Japanese girl in obvious worry. "Kirika..! Is it still hurting you? Kirika.." she touched Kirika's head and rubbed it cautiously in affection. "How do you feel now?" Kirika did not answer. She was too busy to argue with her mind. All things had gone uncontrollably, pretty much stressing. She was supposed to kill the intruders, not being embraced by any of them. Truth was that she felt ashamed of her weak self, her soft, caring self. All of it had showed up eventually since she met the intruder pair. What made her felt the worst was the fact that she actually.. liked it - which was why she fought back the cautious act to get off from the hug. It was really strange.. But somehow, this particular woman acted like she knew exactly what Kirika needed right now. "Are you okay, Kirika?" Mireille asked softly while rubbing her own teary eyes. Kirika, decided not to be brutal to show her respect, nodded slightly and whispered shyly, "Why.. did you cry?" "I.. Well.. It's hard to explain. I am jst so glad I can finally meet you.." Mireille stampered uneasily, but then smiled warmly. "I suppose you are alright now, eh?" Why did she want to meet her? Kirika did not reply as she lowered her head and hided her blush. Their body might embarrassed a glue's function had it cold see them; their sensitive parts were touching and their noses were just an inch away. Not to mention they could just kiss right here and now. "Kirika.." Mireille hesitated, completely obnoxious to the sensual touch she was giving. "Don't you.. remember me?" The question was simple yet the effect was outrageous especially in heart for Kirika. She did not have the heart to speak up her answer, and just nodded sternly for the reply. "Oh.. Alright." the blonde muttered in apparent sadness. Then her face grew confusingly blank, as if she had something in her mind she got to consider. "Umm.." Kirika whispered softly after a long period of silent moment. "..but you did feel familiar." Mireille blinked rapidly as if to erase her thought, and then her expression grew happier. "..I see." "So Kirika.." the voice came from the left side of where Kirika and Mireille were. "Don't you remember anything about us?" From the corner of her eye, Kirika noticed Chloe walked closer. She was just about to think of the appropriate answer when someone cut her line. "What a lovely scene.." an unexpected voice joined the conversation abruptly, out of nowhere. By the time Kirika noticed that there was a person at her back, Mireille had jumped and ran back to another side, still carrying herself in strong arms, obviously trying to hide. The next moment, before she could ever think of what was actually happening, she heard a movement of some sharp things slashing through the air in a very creepy sound. The Japanese girl stole a glance and saw the purple haired girl was fighting. ..with Doctor Naomi. Doctor Naomi! Kirika's stared in astonishment as her body tensed harder. The mysterious pair did not fight her, yet they attacked the doctor. The doctor who has been really caring and nice to her, who also had given her life. The one and only Doctor Naomi. Her Doctor Naomi! With all her might, Kirika jumped and release herself from Mireille's grip, leaving the blonde's eyes widen in shock. "Kirika?" Mireille's voice was bitter, as if wandering out of focus. Frantically, Kirika searched for her gun and run after it once her eyes laid the vision of the object. She took it from the ground, refilled it with new bullets, then pointed it sternly at the blonde. From the noises behind, she could assume that Chloe was still fighting harshly with Doctor Naomi. But she needed not to care about Chloe. The doctor could take care of her alone. And she was pretty far from her. "Kirika?" Mireille asked while drawing her step closer to the brunette. Kirika did not answer. Chloe had proved that they were her enemies by attacking the Doctor, which added the reasons why she must kill them, whatever it took. But again, the blonde women did not even take her gun, which made Kirika grew hesitation, despite her wrath. Neither of the pair even pointed their weapon at her, so they did not meant to hurt her. But they hurt Doctor Naomi! Kirika grew even more confused now. Why? And unfortunately for her even more bewilderment, thanks to some unclear reasons her heart had been feeling, Kirika had to admit that she did not want to kill them unless she was forced to, especially the blonde women. But regardless, she could not be reckless. She pointed her gun in a safe distance at Mireille, hoping the latter to just bring out her gun and do something other than looking. Yet after some long minutes staring at each other, the blonde stood quietly without making a slightest move. "Kirika, come here." Doctor Naomi's voice suddenly echoed in the corridor, replacing the noisy sound of booming bullets or slashing knives. Pretty aware that the battle was over, the Japanese girl made a move on her feet to walk back without losing the eye contact with Mireille, who was now stuck in her feet with her blue eyes staring resentfully on Kirika. "Wait!' Mireille suddenly screamed loudly. "Kirika!" She ran fast towards the brunette, but then stopped with a shot that slash through her right shoulder's clothes, which without doubt was Doctor Naomi's bullet. Kirika sighed in relief without knowing why. Unconsciously, her heart leaped in fear for a second back there. She thought the bullet would not miss and the blonde would fall down right away. Instinctively, she quicken her pace and stood beside the doctor's figure. She glimpsed a second away, noticing Chloe's body was nowhere to be seen. Then a hand went stroking her hair. "Good girl." Doctor Naomi said, smiling. Her white teeth glimmered; pretty much contrast with the gold tiles along the corridors. As one of her hand stroking the brunette's hair, the other had pointed the gun at Mireille, who had now slipped herself behind a thick wall. Kirika's eyes darted all the way, searching for Chloe's body. She gasped inaudibly when she found the body laid weakly on her right, at the deeper part of the corridors. But the girl was still breathing, judging from the weak up and down gesture from her diminutive self. She wondered ho the girl could still be alive, after fighting with Doctor Naomi. Her Doctor Naomi! But it was fortunate that the Doctor did not realize it. Regardless tough, Chloe was obviously beaten pretty harsh; the girl laid unconscious on the floor as her cloaked ripped and small holes occurred everywhere along the cloth at some dangerous, vital parts of body. Had the bullets really went through there, Kirika doubted the purple haired girl would even stand up again. Whatever was it that Doctor Naomi had done to the girl, Kirika was sure she did not want to see. She knew how dangerous that lady was. "I'm sorry. I haven't killed.. them." the brunette apologized, half- heartedly. "It's okay." the reply surprised Kirika. She expected the doctor to be mad at her, after all her slacking. "Are you alright?" the female doctor continued with a smile on her white face. "My.. my head hurt." the brunette whispered softly, tentatively. "Ah.." Doctor Naomi muttered. "Then you'd better go to the lab, Kirika. And get some medicines. Or.." She paused for a while, considering something. "No, no. Can you help me tell Franchis to turn on the machine, quickly? Good." Kirika was about to dashed her feet to meet Franchis, another assistant of Doctor Naomi, when she heard a loud noise of a serene. Doctor Naomi looked at her and said, "That's it. He's done it. You don't need to go, Kirika. Can you hold on the pain in your head a little longer and stay here?" The Japanese girl obediently nodded. Her head did not ache horribly like it did before, after all. It was just a simple headache she felt now, maybe due to the side effect of the medicine she had this morning. She would get better, she was sure.. Then a short, quiet boom bloomed up, and Kirika caught a glimpse of flying bullet speeding through at Doctor Naomi. Instinctively, the female doctor dodged and jumped to her right while shooting at the same time. Afterward, there were shooting along the corridors, noises and movement of a slight dodging reaction, as well as huffing of tired breathing. She needed not to know who had done it. Kirika slipped herself between an unspotted edge at the corridor, and sometimes ran to shoot the bullets at Mireille who was hiding at the other side of the wall. Unbeknownst for Kirika tough, she did not shoot whole heartedly and precisely at the blonde. On the other hand, Doctor Naomi, who was showing off her prodigy talent at killing and dodging, was hunting Mireille animatedly like a lion hunting its prey. In the middle of the fight, all of the sudden Kirika heard a melodious sound from far away. It was strange how such lullaby could be heard in the middle of a battle, but the Japanese girl could not help but forced to listen to it. The music flowed smoothly in the air, the soft and peaceful tone adorned the tense air in a slow rhythm. Kirika was sure she had heard this lullaby somewhere. Pushing her mind to think, all she got was the slightest vision of a beautiful pocket watch. A watch.. Then a clanking sound of a metal things falling to the floor disturb the music. Kirika peered ahead to see what happened. But then the lullaby stopped. "How pathetic." Doctor Naomi said with a smirk on her face. In return of that, Mireille's face turned paler. The mysterious things that fell from before was the blonde's gun, apparently shot by the female doctor. Eventually somehow, Doctor Naomi was standing in front of the blonde with her weapon pointed at the latter's throat, while smiling in victory. "I'm so.. sorry I have no further use of you." The female doctor cooed annoyingly. Quietly, Kirika walked closer at Doctor Naomi for a better view. They were obviously in victory with Mireille in the doctor's hand, but somehow Kirika now just felt like a knife had just stabbed her heart. The Japanese girl walked faster and decided to stop just a meter before Doctor Naomi's and Mireille's figure. In a short glimpse, Kirika saw the same watch she recalled to see in her mind was resting on Mireille's left palm. "You bitch. You are the worst, Naomi." Mireille stated calmly, despite how threatened her life had be. Doctor Naomi pushed the gun forcefully at the blonde's throat. "You still dare to speak? I can just pull the trigger right now, don't you think?" Mireille did not reply. The female doctor laughed creepily. "You think you are smart? Invading like an idiot! Even if you had turned down all the members, you can't kill all of us." she muttered. "We don't need you anymore. Our doctors had proved to be even more genius that I can expect! Hahaha!!" "Shut up." the blonde hissed. Doctor Naomi scowled dangerously. "This is why I don't like you. You acted like you are the boss. If you have manner, I'd consider using you as well." The female doctor paused, then whispered in a very low voice that meant not to be heard by anyone beside the blonde. "You see her? She doesn't remember anything. Not. A. Thing." she emphasized the last three words. "Only me." the doctor mumbled softly. "I am her mother." Mireille's eyes widen dangerously. "No. Fucking. Way." "And she is my daughter. A machine daughter!" At this word, Mireille kicked Doctor Naomi. "Son of-!" Doctor Naomi was startled as well but did not let go of her grab at the neck and else, strengthen it. Mireille kept struggling and kicking for a minute, but after all that, she was once again grabbed and controlled by the female doctor, who was now pushing her gun at the blonde's forehead and choked the blonde's throat with the other hand. "..A bitch." A quick slash which came exactly from Kirika's back broke through the air. A knife was launched at Doctor Naomi. Before Kirika ever got the chance to see and kill the person who threw the knife, two short shooting sound was heard not far from where she stood. Turning back her head once again, she saw Doctor Naomi's body fell off to the floor; and therefore, a pool of blood eventually flowed from her bloody stomach. Seconds passed in silence. Kirika gazed in shock at the female doctor; the pale face she was wearing, the sea of blood which gathered around her body, the stabbed knife on her forehead. Doctor Naomi was dead. Dead. Kirika's whole body was shaking with fury. Mireille killed her. Mireille was the perpetrator. And now the blonde was standing just a meter ahead of her, holding the gun of Doctor Naomi on her right hand. Kirika felt raked up. She must kill her. "Chloe! You okay?" Mireille asked. "..No." Chloe's cracking voice reflected the pain the girl must be in. "You-" the blonde halted as she saw the brunette's strange expression. "Kirika?" Nobody knows how many times Kirika had pointed her gun at Mireille. Numerous times. And she did it again this time. But this time the Japanese girl was serious. Dead serious. And Mireille could also see it. In fact, the blonde was clouded by half fear, half personal emotion. She realized those eyes, those cold eyes from before. The very same empty, cold eyes she recognized from the former Kirika. The cold-hearted one. The Kirika before she, Mireille, met her, and changed her. The eyes who only saw objects to kill. The eyes who killed her parents. "Why did you kill her.." Kirika's voice hissed ominously as she looked up and stared at the blonde. "WHY?!" she bellowed. Mireille did not answer aside than gazed in astonishment as well as shock. The blonde gulped inaudibly, noticing how perilous the situation had become. Harshly, Kirika inwardly pushed away the desiring urge to hear her name once again be spoken by the tall women and therefore, felt anger towards those impudent women. They were the reason that she felt so ached at heart right now. Her sense screamed to kill them as a lesson for them. They killed Doctor Naomi. They killed her. For God's sake, she knew she must kill them for vengeance. ..Yet why was her heart screaming to hear that angel voice once more. ? No. Kirika shook her head, could not help but feel disgust at her pathetic whim. She let anger occupied her heart, so that she could focus on the task she was left to do. To kill them. "They must have done something incredibly wrong to her, Mireille." from far away, a voice claimed softly. It was Chloe's. She panted her way through, limping and struggling to get closer to where Kirika and Mireille were. Kirika instinctively shot her bullet at Chloe, right where the purple haired girl's wound was opened. Accurate as she was, the bullet went through, and Chloe yelped in agony as she fell down to the floor. Mireille, either forgetting or ignoring Kirika, sprinted to Chloe and hold the younger girl on her arms. "Chloe!" she shouted. "For heaven's sake, Chloe, don't you..!" "..I won't.." the younger girl retorted weakly before Mireille ever finished her sentences. "If only.. she got normal to her usual self. ..which seems to be even harder now that we have killed that bitch she seemed to love so much." The last comment was so low in voice it seemed to be not meant for anybody to hear. But Kirika heard it, and she squinched madly in response. She was furious as hell, and there it was, two anonymous girls playing foolish drama, in front of her? And right before her eyes, too. Now she could really feel the hatred burning inside her chest, covering all the human feelings she felt before. And worst, her head started to hurting again. Fortunately, right before the Japanese girl decided to shot her last two bullets at the enemies in front of her, the Corsican woman spoke up. "Kirika.. Please listen to me." her voice was strangely heavy and steady. The blonde shifted her position, and exchanged glances at Kirika, then at Chloe, then at her own arms. The weariness of the blonde's physical was apparent as the exhaustion was obvious in her voice. The Japanese girl expected the blonde to preach her last wish or talk about bulshit, but the Corsican girl did not. "Kirika.. I'm.. sorry. Sorry that I killed her." she said with a broken smile on her face. "I really.. We have to, Kirika." The way she sounded her sentence now was firmer, and steadier. "..You of all people should understand." she whispered the last sentence so softly it was almost inaudible. This is ridiculous. "Kirika.. We.." Mireille's voice was distant now as the Japanese girl's mind was wondering something else. I have to end this mess. Kirika saw Mireille gently put Chloe back down on the floor, and stood up in a slow motion and said with a weak smile, "I don't know what they did to you.. But.." her voice generated to an even commanding, steady voice. "I'm not giving you up." she claimed, now looking confident all of the sudden. The blue eyes now gazed at Kirika's brown eyes, and the two stood there motionlessly for a while, both unable to do anything. Now. With a cold stare on her face, Kirika launched the last two bullets in her gun. One to Mireille, and the other to Chloe. BANG! BANG! She caught a glimpse of the horror in Mireille and Chloe's face, and she could see their astonishment of her unexpected action. Resentfully, Kirika saw the bullet accurately wounding where the heart was on Mireille's body. She had aimed correctly. She knew that bullet going to crash that body, bleeding it to death. She knew Mireille was about to die. But yet now, of all the time in the world, her headache assaulted her again, invaded her mind as the pain throbbed the back of her head agonizingly. "Ughh.. Aghh.!." Kirika hissed in agony as everything on her sight became blurry. Her legs felt numb and powerless, and she could no longer stand on her feet after a couple moment struggling the pain. Her breath became unstable, and her strength was gone she could no longer hold the gun in her palm tight anymore. With the last effort she could ever imagine exist, she peered to where Mireille and Chloe were at, making sure that no threat would be done if she was going to fall. She found Mireille panting her breath heavily, one of her hand covering a certain part of her body - her stomach. It was bloody red now, and even in the middle of unconsciousness, Kirika could see the flowing blood from where the wound was. And as she expected, no one fought back. Not even Mireille, who was still in good position to fight her, before. Chloe on the other hand, was no longer sound alive. No sound was audible from where the purple haired girl last was seen by her. Feeling bitter despite her achieved goal, Kirika let her strength faded away. Two clanking sound echoed down the corridor. First it was Mireille's gun, then it was Kirika's gun which fell to the floor. The next thing happened was that her powerless body followed on to fall, and she dropped exhaustingly to her knees, focusing all her strength to her hands on the floor. As if in irony, another clanking sound followed the sound. Another thing was fallen. Yet it was not a gun. Kirika did not realize what the thing was, she was having much trouble enough with trying to keep herself conscious. Nevertheless, the vague tune was too much for her ears to not yanked with the familiarity. Despite her weariness and her headache, the Japanese girl still caught the unmistakable noise; the melody she really knew. Fortunately, the thought was spoken out of her mind, not too long after she heard the lullaby. It was the pocket watch. The song - the melody flowed by with a haunting echo. Right at that particular moment - feelings, memories, and thoughts - all of the sudden raced through Kirika's mind, and the Japanese girl could feel her head was getting ready to explode. The headache was really excruciating. In her head, she saw herself when she was little,holding a gun. Then she saw a school ID. Next, she saw an apartment. And she saw Mireille. Then Mireille again. She thought she was going crazy. But all those events were now rolling in her head, just like reading a tape. Where did all these information come from she did not know. And how did these happen she did not care. She was in a super state of agony, and it was getting worst as soon as she gained more of the knowledge of the invading memories in her head. She was sure that she was going insane, but after a couple minutes focusing her mind, ..she finally realized. She was gaining her memories back. And now that she knew what she had done, the memories became even more painful. More painful than what her head had suffered. Chloe.. Mireille.. ..Mireille. "MIREILLE!" Kirika screamed hysterically. "Mireille.. MIREILLE!" Kirika got to her feet and dashed with all her strength left to where the Corsican girls was. Unfortunately for her, her feet did not cooperate this time, she was still dizzy from the sudden headache. Kirika then looked up ahead, and found Mireille somehow was about 9 feet from her. But the sight of the blonde's figure was killing her. The Japanese girl's eyes widen in horror as she saw Mireille was obviously panting from staying alive, and the Corsican girl was now leaning her back against the wall, her bloody hands covering the deep wound in her stomach as much as possible. Kirika could see how the blonde was shaking, how she struggled to keep breathing. The Corsican girl was trying to poke the bullet off her body, and apparently she had not yet succeeded. Blood was flowing even more than the last time Kirika saw it, and the view was so strikingly stabbing for her heart. I shot her. I shot her. The word kept repeating back and forth in her head. Kirika hold her urge to commit suicide right at this moment, and instead forced her powerless self to move. "Mireille!" Kirika yelled one more time as she struggled anxiously to crawl to Mireille's side. The moment the blonde heard her name was called, she looked up, and her gaze met Kirika's. "Kirika.." the word was mouthed softly from Mireille's lips. The blonde's lips had gotten a color of pale blue, while her face was as white as a corpse. Worst, it was extraordinarily contrast with the color of blood from her body. "Mireille, Mireille..! I'm sorry. Mireille.. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mireille.." Kirika crawled hurriedly to the blonde's side, muttering her apologize all the way through. As she finally got her way over to Mireille, Kirika reached her lover as careful as she could, and embraced the girl with a hug, burying herself in the scent of the Corsican girl. As soon as she noticed Mireille's familiar hand behind her back, embracing her back closer, Kirika sobbed without bothering to control her body's own shakes, and her voice was all cracked. What has she done?! Kirika's eyes mirrored a reflection of a huge worry, and her whole body was trembling for the sense of living she was struggling to maintain. "Mireille.., I'm gonna be right back with some aid kit." she said, shaking with her sobs, now breaking the hug. "No." the word was whispered really inaudibly, but Kirika's momentum of rushing was stopped as soon as she heard the word. Thinking that the blonde was muttering something out of her will, Kirika struggled to get up to her feet regardless. But again, her movement was now stopped by the cold hand which was now holding her own shaky palm. "No.. Kirika. Stay." "Mireille.. I got to.." Kirika hissed urgently, her voice filled with worry. "Stay." Mireille said firmly, fixing her gaze on Kirika's brown eyes, with her hand steady grabbing the Japanese girl's. "I.. want you to stay." the blonde said heavily, panting as she spoke each of the word. "No, Mireille.." Kirika's eyes were all red now, and a new flow of tears were forming on her eyes. "I know we can still.." "No.. we can't." "Mireille, please don't.." "Kirika.. I know." Mireille insisted with her low, tired voice. "..You also... know." she added softly. "No, Mireille.." Kirika mumbled. "..It's not what you're thinking, and I'd better.." "Kirika.." Mireille muttered heavily. "..there's no point. You know better.. than I do." "Please, Mire--.." "..You know." Mireille held her gaze still at Kirika's brown eyes, while her hand reached the palm of her lover, squeezing it softly. "It's impossible.. too late..." the sentence was perturbed as Mireille spurted a great amount of blood from her mouth to her shirt. "Mireille!" Kirika's eyes widen to a really frightening state, while she quickly reached down to Mireille's lips, wiping all the blood on her lover's lips using the shirt she was wearing. "Mireille, stop talking." she said. "Please!!" she added, after she noticed that the Corsican girl was trying to say some other words to her. The result, however, was that Mireille coughed another spit of blood to her shirt. "Please.. stay with me, Kirika." whispered Mireille weakly, barely audible. "I.. I want you.. to be with me.. when I'm.. leaving.." "Mire.. Mireille.." sobbed Kirika uncontrollably. Her flooding tears flowing down her red eyes, wetting all the blonde and her own clothes, ruining the blood pattern spreading on both their shirts.. "..how could you say that?" she muttered weakly more to herself, rather than to Mireille. Then the Japanese girl looked up and said slowly, "You are not leaving me anywhere, Mireille.." she sobbed sadly, "YOU ARE NOT!" Kirika's voice echoed down the corridor at her last sentence; it was the expression of her effort of maintaining her sanity of not killing herself right at this moment. "Sshhh... Kirika.." Mireille soothed the brunette, as her hand once again went through Kirika's hand, and up to the younger girl's hair, pulling their head and body closer and closer to each other. Slowly, as both of them pulled their strength to support one another's body, their lips brushed in a soft, deep, long kiss. It was a pure kiss of love, but full of unspoken passion. Shaking but deadly quiet, Kirika let herself to be hold and kissed still by Mireille, not struggling to move anymore. Time was running out for her and her soulmate, and she was aware of what she got to treasure the most. When the kiss broke, Mireille, lips blue and pale-faced as she was, vomited another flood of blood to her already red shirt. She coughed and again spurted some blood, and the coughing apparently turning to an even worst situation. Struggling to maintain the shock and fear in her own mind, Kirika wiped the blood while trying to stay as close as possible to her lover. "I'm sorry, Mireille.." Kirika muttered the apology while crying, her eyes now gazing at the huge hole of Mireille's bleeding heart. She knew there was no way an aid kit alone could help the wound to close up. No way. She could almost see the inside white part of Mireille's body; she could see the flesh, the meat. "It's okay, Kirika.." Mireille mumbled reassuringly back to her lover. Kirika's voice was cracked in sorrow as she tried to speak. "No, it's not.. I'm.. I'm so stupid.." "Sshhh..." Mireille assured the younger girl lovingly and brought their body all closer together. They huddled together like a pair seeking the warmth of the other, and spoke no word after that. They silently embraced each other, as there was no more time to share for words; one existence was the most important thing to the other one. Together they stayed cuddling altogether, staring into the deep pair of eyes of the other's face. What everybody else would never know was that through all those silent moment, a lot was being shared between them; their thought, their love, their passion, .. their apologies. It was through that short moment that Mireille told Kirika how worried she was before, and how afraid she was that the brunette might be turned into a killing machine; which she almost did. And it was at that particular moment as well that Kirika beg Mireille's redemption as to causing her a dying consequences. It was during the same time also, that they both shared their love, their thought, everything. Throughout that moment, it was as if Mireille told Kirika how glad she was to find out that the Japanese girl was back to normal, to her usual self; at how she was really happy to find her Kirika. One thing that the blonde really ordered Kirika to do was to keep living, and not dwell in regret as she knew the brunette was going to do. All these things had just somehow delivered into both their minds, without any words being spoken, and only through the contact of the eyes. And finally, Mireille muttered her goodbye. ...Then when the blonde finally closed her eyes forever, Kirika still could not say a word, and only cried in silent. And the only thing that keep the Japanese girl from commiting suicide herself was Mireille's last whisper to her after her goodbye: "Please enjoy your life, Kirika. And remember.. that I will always love you." THE END So here it is! The last chapter of "Meet the Parent"! I know it's probably a little bit too.. quick, probably for an end? But this is how I have been longing to have as the ending part.. And just in case somebody is wondering about Chloe, you can say that she's dead, too.. (I'm sorry, Chloe's fans!) So yeah, please tell me whether you like it or not, and what do you think about the story. I especially want to say thanks to all who gave me some reviews throughout the beginning of my story until its end, I really thank you all for the supports! I can't name you all one by one, but I honestly thank you all from the bottom of my heart.. I hope this last chapter did not dissatisfy you guys.. THANKS FOR READING...
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