Kirika stared coldly at Mireille. The Japanese girl knew that the blonde was hiding something from her. "I can't tell you, Kirika." Mireille said in a serious tone. The Japanese-looking girl asked calmly, "Why..?" "I just can't." Kirika said nothing and continued staring at Mireille. The younger one of the two surely was stubborn. The blonde tried her best to change the subjects. "Have you fed Adeline today..?" No reply. All Mireille got was the stare. "Your last tea was delicious, Kirika." Silence. Just a stare, once again. Mireille felt some sweat suddenly dropped. "Uh, you know.. It is my business.. So you can't know." "I don't think so." Kirika calmly stated. She continued stare at Mireille, silently. Her sixth sense sure is something.. Mireille sighed. "I just.." Kirika said nothing and waited something to be said by Mireille. "I met one of them." "..." "Your parents." "..What.. do you mean..?" the Japanese girl slowly asked. "One of them is alive." Mireille said calmly. "I met with your mother." "...my.. mo..ther..?" Kirika whispered slowly. "Do I know her..?" Mireille nodded and said, "Your mother... she seems to be..," Some sweat dropped from the blonde's forehead. "Doctor Naomi." Mireille looked at Kirika, ready to comfort the brunette if she in case wasn't ready yet to accept her mother existence. It was after all too sudden in Mireille's opinion, so the blonde somehow ready to face the consequences for what she had said. But in return, Mireille saw the brunette smiled cheerfully. "Oh.. really..?" The blonde was shocked to see Kirika accept the fact easily. "Ye.. Yes." "Can I go and see her..?" asked Kirika. "Of.. Of course." Mireille said, still surprised to see Kirika acted just as usual. The brunette stood up. "I'll go then. By myself." And the day was over as Mireille was alone in the apartment. There was no the silent, expressionless Kirika there. It was just Mireille and the cat, Adeline. The day after that was also the same, because Kirika was barely seen in the apartment. The brunette started to meet with her mother everyday, from morning to night. It seemed that Dr. Naomi and Kirika had both became really closed to each other, as they met everyday. When Kirika came to the apartment, Mireille was usually still awake. But the brunette always felt sleepy at that time. So, the blonde would just let the Japanese-looking girl went to sleep. One evening, Kirika suddenly came early into the apartment. As Mireille was about to greet Kirika for the unusual arrival, "Mireille.. Mom asked me to ask you about something.." the brunette said just after she walked into the apartment and saw the blonde. "Eh.. What is it..?" The Japanese girl flushed slightly and asked, "Will you be lonely.. if I leave..?" Surprised, Mireille asked, "What.. do you mean..?" The blonde tried to keep her cool, though her body heat seemed to increase a lot. "Mom will leave Paris and go to Japan." Kirika said softly. The Japanese girl was obviously happy about this, as she smiled cheerfully to Mireille. "She asked me if I can leave with her." "Uh.. I see.. " Mireille stuttered. It can't be happen.. Somebody please tell me it's a lie..? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mireille felt all her body heat was increased. She was sweaty and her clothes were all wet. Her heart had been pounded even wildly. When she looked around, she saw that she was in her own bed. In the apartment. She just had a nightmare, and fortunately had woken up from it. It was just a dream.. not reality.. When she saw the clock, the blonde realized that she had been asleep too long. It was already twelve o'clock. It was only been two days since Mireille knew that Dr. Naomi was maybe Kirika's mother. The thought of Kirika leaving really bothered Mireille, tough the blonde hadn't came to realize that it was the problem which cothering her so far. Mireille couldn't help but felt worried every time she remembered that Dr. Naomi was Kirika's mother. Why do I feel so worried..? Mireille stood up from the bed and walked outside the bedroom. She saw Adeline was sleeping in the cage peacefully, as usual. Mireille observed the room. She looked at the window, the table, and the pool table. There was no one beside her in this room. Kirika wasn't here. Her heart beat began racing again. Did she leave..?! Mireille ran at the bathroom, then the kitchen. Not there. She ran back to the bedroom in hurry. She felt relieved to see Kirika's clothes and belongings. Those things were still in her apartment. How fool of me. I haven't told her about anything..! The Corsican girl smiled to herself and walked to the bathroom. She took a bath for about ten minutes. When Mireille had dressed up, the brunette still hadn't come back to the apartment. Tough Mireille felt some kind of worried, she reminded herself to be calm. She just goes somewhere, maybe shopping. Calm yourself. Mireille looked out from the window. She searched for Kirika. But still, there was not a single sign from the brunette. It was getting darker and darker as Mireille waited for Kirika to come back. The blonde made some tea for herself, checked her laptop, and fed Adeline. Time flew by and Mireille finally felt that she couldn't wait any longer. It was already five o'clock now. She changed her clothes and wore her jacket. The blonde hastily walked out from the apartment to the street. Mireille walked in hurry and glanced at everyone she saw. Not a single person resembled the familiar oriental face she was searching for. The blonde went to the supermarket first, which was the most likely place for Kirika to stop by. Unfortunately the Japanese girl wasn't there. Then Mireille went to the pet shop. Not there, too. Mireille stopped by at every next shop she saw. Kirika was still nowhere to be found. Suddenly, Mireille remembered one place she hadn't gone to. She moved her feet slightly and walked to the park. It was already night when Mireille arrived at the park. Just after she stepped in, she saw Kirika was sitting on the bench in the middle of the park. Their usual spot. Mireille took a deep breath and loose out a sigh of relief. Then, she ran to the bench. As she got closer, she saw that Kirika was not alone. There was somebody beside the brunette. Mireille had now been in front of Kirika, so she could see who the other person was. It was Dr. Naomi. Mireille completely ignored the female vet and looked at Kirika. "Mireille.." whispered Kirika. "... Don't you leave a message for me..?" Mireille asked, tried to be calm. The blonde was relieved to see Kirika, but also at the same time kind of angry, a little. Kirika answered calmly, "I did." Mireille was confused, "Where..?" "At our usual place." After thinking for a while, Mireille was ashamed of herself. She forgot to check that place. The vase. Mireille felt embarrassed to be worry like she was now. "Uh.. I forgot to check it." The Japanese girl laughed. Dr. Naomi, who was beside the brunette also laughed slightly. Suddenly Dr. Naomi stood up. "It's unfortunate that I have to leave." she said, smiling. "We can talk again tomorrow." Kirika said as she looked up at the female doctor who was standing in front of her. Dr. Naomi smiled grew wider, "Of course." The female vet then looked at Mireille and said, "I'll be going then" "Bye." said Mireille. "Goodbye, girls." Dr. Naomi said as she walked forward, leaving the park. Mireille watched as Dr. Naomi left the park. After that, the blonde sat herself beside Kirika. "I went shopping for the kitchen needs." Kirika whispered. Mireille muttered, "Oh." "Are you worried..?" the Japanese looking girl asked innocently. Mireille felt her heart stopped beating for once at the moment she heard the question. She felt her face became hotter. She said slowly, "... Not really.." "Oh." Kirika shortly said, and smiled slightly. "Did you meet Dr. Naomi coincidentally..?" asked Mireille. "Yes." "May I know what the two of you were talking about..?" Kirika looked at the blonde. "First she said sorry to me. About yesterday." "I see.." "Then, she started talking about family." said the Japanese girl. "Looks like she fancy talking about it." Kirika laughed. "Seems so." "Anything interesting beside it..?" Mireille asked, curious. "Um.. No." Kirika simply answered. "Well then.." Mireille looked at the sky. "It's getting dark and cold. Let's go home." It had started to rain when both Mireille and Kirika arrived at the apartment. "I'll make tea." Kirika said as she headed to the kitchen. Mireille threw herself on the chair, waiting for the tea Kirika was making. Not too long after that, the brunette came out from the kitchen while carrying a tea pot. The older of the two stood up and said, "I'll get the cups." The blonde headed to the kitchen and took two cups and brought it to the table. Then, she threw herself on the chair beside Kirika. Mireille glanced at Kirika. "Um.. Kirika.." "Hmm?" said the Japanese girl as she poured the tea. "I never asked this before... Uh.." Mireille tried to arrange the word she was going to use. "Do you remember the face of your family..?" "No." Kirika stated calmly. The brunette still wore her expressionless face as she asked, "Why..?" "Just wanna know." The blonde took her tea. "So, you really don't remember anything from the past, even your family..?" Kirika gazed at her cup, and whispered, "I.. I don't really know.. whether I still have a family or not." "Eh..?" Mireille asked, perplexed. "I have a feeling that they have died." Kirika whispered slowly. "My family." Mireille looked at Kirika, didn't know what to say. "Maybe we're the same.." Kirika said softly. The Japanese girl then lowered her head. "If just I.. " her voice was even sadder than before. "I'm really sorry.. for killed your family, Mireille." Mireille eyes grew wider. Again, Kirika apologized to her about this matter, tough the blonde had forgiven her. "Kirika.." Mireille took the brunette's hand and hold it. This sudden contact made Kirika looked up and saw the blonde's face. Mireille placed her other hand on the brunette's cheek and smiled. "I have forgiven you, remember." "Yes.." "It wasn't your fault either." said Mireille, as her blue orbs gazed at Kirika's beautiful orbs. Both Kirika and Mireille were now sitting very close to one another. Tough neither of the two realized that they leaned closer to each other. The Japanese girl startled Mireille by placing one of her little hand on the blonde's too. "It is warm.. Your hand.." she said softly. At that moment, Mireille got the sudden urge to kiss Kirika. As she leaned forward to Kirika...She suddenly stopped herself. No. You can't. Mireille took off all her hands on the brunette and looked away, hiding her face whose cheeks turned red. Kirika looked at the blonde, confused. "Sorry.. Uh..." The blonde hesitated to speak up. "It's okay." Kirika smiled. Mireille flushed a bit. How come I feel like kissing her..?? "Are you going to tell me something..?" Kirika asked innocently. This time it was Kirika who reached the blonde's hand. The Japanese-looking girl held Mireille's hand within both her hands. The blonde reacted to this warm contact and looked up to see Kirika smiled at her. But still, Mireille hesitated to tell the brunette. She shut her mouth. During her mute, a thought suddenly appeared in Mireille's mind. What will Kirika do when she knows about Dr. Naomi..? Will she... leave me..? "Mireille..?" "Kirika.. What if your family were still alive..?" Mireille asked quickly. "Huh..?" A look of confused was on Kirika's face. The brunette then became quiet, as if she was thinking about something. Mireille waited patiently for Kirika to reply. "Uh.. I don't know." The brunette replied shortly and looked at Mireille. "Why..?" Mireille felt relieved to hear the answer. "I just.. There is a possibility, right.." said the blonde. Kirika gave a look of disbelief on Mireille. "I just happened to feel that way." The brunette asked in a soft voice, "Do you meet with someone..?" "..." Mireille felt that she had said too much for now, as the topic was getting more specific. The blonde decided to not speak further. She knew Kirika had a sharp instinct. "No. I just saw a person looked like you passed by." Mireille lied, and tried to say it lightly. "But now that I think of it.. She doesn't really look like you.." Kirika looked at Mireille silently, as she said nothing. Fortunately Mireille stopped herself for telling the Japanese girl about Dr. Naomi. Somehow Kirika seemed attracted to the last topic. Dr. Naomi must tell Kirika by herself, remember. "Maybe you will meet that person, one day." Mireille smiled as she said that. Mireille felt relieved that Kirika didn't ask something else. Rather, the brunette was quietly sipping her tea. Mireille's mind went to Dr. Naomi. What is she going to do..? "Mireille.." Kirika called the blonde's name. Mireille glanced at Kirika, a bit worried about what was Kirika going to talk about. "Tomorrow I will go to Dr. Naomi's clinic." the brunette said. "Oh..? What for..?" "She said she has something she would like me to help." "Okay.. No problem." A week was over since Kirika was told to come to help Dr. Naomi's at the clinic. The Japanese girl was offered a job to become an assistant of a vet. It was a reasonable job for Kirika who love animals. Kirika asked Mireille about this first, before making her decision whether to accept it or not. Mireille gladly allowed the brunette to do what she would like to do. Now it had been also a week since Kirika started working at Dr. Naomi's clinic. The thing was, the Japanese girl worked from 9a.m in the morning until 5 p.m. Kirika would come home and chat for a while with Mireille, then went to sleep. The brunette obviously must be tired, helping all day. At first, not much different was made. But as time passed by, Mireille couldn't help but felt lonely. The blonde was alone in the apartment everyday, waiting for Kirika to come back. It was as if the horrible dream Mireille had before came true. Actually Mireille could just make up some reason and stay in the clinic until Kirika had done with her work. But, the blonde had some kind of feeling that Dr. Naomi made this opportunity to get close to Kirika. And it was also rude. As somebody who knew the true identity of that female vet, she couldn't just disturb them. The blonde let out a sigh. Mireille herself still didn't understand why Kirika's existence bothered her so much. It was as if having the Japanese girl less than a half daytime in a day had drive her to be a loner. Mireille knew that she had paid some attention for the Japanese girl since a long time ago. She adored the cute and innocent look on the brunette's face, which sometimes would make her blush. She loved to hear the words spoken by Kirika, more than a singing angel. She missed Kirika's laughter. Mireille actually loved to see the enigmatic aura the Japanese-girl had, and drank the tea the brunette made. She would also love to gaze longer at the Japanese girl's beautiful brown pair of eyes. She didn't expect that she would miss Kirika very much like she was now. Now that Kirika had no longer spent too much time with her, Mireille had come to realize. I miss her.. Does this mean that.. I... love her? A sound of a door opened startled Mireille. She glanced at the door and saw the face of the one she had been longing to embrace. "Kirika..?" asked Mireille, confused. "You've done working today..?" "Yes." was all the brunette replied. Kirika then walked to the bedroom quietly. Something's wrong with her. Mireille decided to head to the bedroom. When she stepped in, she saw Kirika was laying on the bed, with her own face buried to the pillow. Mireille said nothing and sat herself beside Kirika. The soft movement on the bed must be enough for the brunette to realize Mireille's presence. From the look above, Mireille could tell that the Japanese girl was neither sick nor sleep. What happened..? Did Dr. Naomi say something to her..? The blonde decided to lay on the bed too. She faced Kirika, whose face wasn't able to be seen while was buried in the pillows. Mireille reluctantly stopped herself to hug Kirika, afraid whether the gesture would be refused by the brunette. So Mireille just remained silent there, accompanying Kirika. A few minutes passed, and finally the younger of the two opened up her mouth. "I am... confused." A soft unclear voice came from Kirika. The Japanese girl still buried her face into the pillows. "Why..?" asked Mireille. "She.. suddenly hugged me so tight." Kirika's voice was barely clear, but Mireille somehow could understand. "I see.." She can't be a little more patient eh, that damn doctor.. "But that's not the problem. Doctor Naomi.." Kirika turned around and now her face was facing Mireille. "She said sorry to me and continued telling me her story." her voice could clearly be heard now. Both of them were now facing each other, while laying on the bed they usually shared. "Story..?" Mireille asked softly. The blonde quietly enjoyed gazing continuously at the brown orbs in front of her. It had been a long time since she did so. "She told me.." Kirika closed her eyes. "She told me about her life.. Her family, her dream.. " Mireille quietly listened to the brunette. "Dr. Naomi told me an event which happened a long time ago. She told me the details, why did she do that, when did she do it.. everything." Kirika opened her eyes. "I don't know why.., but I felt my heart was ripped apart as I heard that story even further." She said in a sad tone. "It was as if... I could feel all the pain." "What is the story about..?" Mireille asked, curious. "It was a story when she threw her daughter away." Kirika simply said. Mireille was shocked. Dr. Naomi was surprisingly brave and at the same time, an idiot to suddenly told Kirika the story. Tough Mireille didn't know how Kirika was thrown away, it definitely must be sad story, for Kirika to wear the expression she was now having. "I kind of... familiar with it." said Kirika softly. Mireille gave a look of comforting to Kirika, and took one of Kirika's hand and hold it tight. "Is that what make you feel like now..?" "That story was somehow give me a bad feeling.." Kirika whispered. "So I decided to come back early today." Kirika grasp at Mireille's hand. "And I have a feeling.. that you know something important realted to me." Mireille tried to keep calm. She looked at Kirika and said, "Yes. But I can't tell you." "Why..?" Kirika's eyes reflected some sadness. "It isn't me who suppose to tell you, Kirika." Mireille said seriously. "Then who..?" Kirika insisted to know. "... I can't tell you." Mireille and Kirika both gazed to each other, while their hands were clutched to one another. Mireille felt guilty, as she hided something from the brunette. "I don't mind... knowing from you." Kirika whispered slowly. "It is not.. appropriate." said Mireille calmly. "Can you please.. tell me..?" begged Kirika. Mireille became speechless at the moment. She was fighting with herself, deep inside her mind and heart. If I tell her, I'm afraid that I will lose her. But.. she will know, sooner or later.. The blonde made up her mind. "You know.." muttered Mireille. "The conversation I had with Dr. Naomi wasn't about my family, but yours." "What do you mean..?" Kirika asked softly. "She said to me that..." Mireille looked at Kirika and saw the pair of brown eyes was focusing on her blue orbs. "She is... your mother." Mireille clutched Kirika's hand tightly while saying this. Kirika remained silent for the next minutes. Mireille on the other hand, gently looked at the brunette. "Are you okay, Kirika..?" Mireille broke the silence between them. "Yeah.." a small voice replied her question. "No wonder... She is very kind to me.." "You believe that she is your mother..? Kirika sighed. "I.. don't know.." The brunette looked at Mireille. "What do you think..?" "For me, she somehow seems convincing." whispered Mireille. Kirika said nothing in return. She closed her eyes. Mireille asked softly, "What do you want to do.. now?" The Japanese girl opened her brilliant brown eyes and said calmly, "I want to ask her a lot of things." With that answer, Mireille changed her clothes as Kirika waited for her. Finished with dressing up, the two of them went to the clinic. It was about six when they arrived at the front door of the clinic. They knocked, and the door was opened by no one else but Dr. Naomi. Dr. Naomi smiled as usual with no sign of surprise and greeted them, "Welcome." Neither Kirika nor Mireille replied her smile. They just stood still and said nothing. Dr. Naomi saw this and asked in a low voice, "A serious talk, I assume..?" Her smile faded away. She then made a gesture for the two to follow her. Both Kirika and Mireille silently stepped into the clinic. Once again they were led to the room they had been before, the white living room. They sat at their exact position as before. Mireille and Kirika on the sofa, while the female vet sat on the chair. No one said a word after that. Dr. Naomi simply shut her mouth and looked down nervously. The blonde realized this and assumed that the female vet must have known the reason why they came. "I'm sorry. I have already told her." Mireille finally opened up the conversation. "I see.." Dr. Naomi looked down at her shoes, obviously avoided contact with Kirika. "Kirika.." Mireille said the Japanese girl name softly, as she glanced at the brunette. She saw that Kirika still remained her calm and expressionless face as ever. To Mireille surprise, Kirika suddenly looked up and glared at Dr. Naomi. "I hate you." she simply declared. It was the first time for Mireille to see Kirika behaved this way to others. So the blonde decided to have her mouth shut. "I know. You have the right to be." Dr. Naomi said in a sad tone, still hadn't dare to look up. "But.." muttered Kirika. "I'm glad you are alive." she said softly. Dr. Naomi looked surprised and shocked at first as she suddenly looked at Kirika. "Do you.. believe me that I'm your mother..?" Kirika's brown orbs observed Dr. Naomi for a while as she remained quiet. Then, she looked up at Dr. Naomi. The female vet spontaneously looked at Kirika. Brown orbs met with brown orbs. Kirika finally nodded very slowly. This soft gesture blew up a relieved smile from Dr. Naomi. "Thank you." she said. Felt that she wasn't suppose to be with them at this moment, Mireille slowly stood up and walked to the door. When she was about to open the door, Kirika said softly to her, "Wait for me, will you..?" Mireille smiled and nodded at the Japanese girl, then stepped out of the room.
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