Forgiven
Kirika wakes with the dawn. Soft morning light bathes the apartment in
a warm glow. A new day, a new beginning. It hardly feels that way to
her.
It had been a new beginning, after that day at the Manor, but nothing
had changed. She had thought she could start a new life with Mireille,
but it was just more of the same. Things werent really any different.
Maybe
Mireille took care of her a little more, but it was because Kirika was
injured. She had thought that maybe, maybe after her wound had healed,
things would pick up. Its been months now since shes been in full
physical health.
Last night had helped, a bit. It had felt like they had been close to
something, but that something still eluded them. Kirika glances over at
Mireille. Shes not awake, not at this hour. Its much too early for
her.
Kirika sighs, wonders if she can extricate herself from the bed without
waking Mireille. Probably. The blonde is very near, but not actually
touching her. Slowly, Kirika slides out from under the covers, careful
not to shift her weight too quickly and disturb her partner. This
morning she manages to get out cleanly. Back when they had first
started sharing the bed, it had been impossible for either one to get up
without waking the other. Assassins instincts. Nowadays, its about
even money.
Silently, Kirika picks up her clothes and moves away from the sleeping
area to get dressed. A walk. That was what she needed, an early
morning walk. It was nice to see the sunrise sometimes, to see that
shining orb light the heavens and banish the shadows of night. Maybe if
she hurried, she could watch the sun crown Paris this day.
* * *
I cant remember the last time I woke without Kirika beside me, yet this
morning the bed is strangely empty. I touch the shape of her depression
on the mattress; it is cool. Shes been gone for some time. My eyes
cant see anyone in the apartment, and my ears dont detect anything
else either.
Shes probably gone for a walk. She does that every now and then. She
says she needs some time alone. Hasnt she been alone enough?
I find myself wishing I could be the one to change that. I find myself
wishing she would come back now, just so I could see her. Just so I
could talk to her... But who am I kidding? Will I actually tell her?
Probably not.
* * *
Of their own accord, Kirikas feet carry her back to the apartment
building. She looks up, surprised to find she is home. Her sense of
despondency hasnt left. Reluctantly, she trudges up the stairs.
Kirika is greeted by the smell of tea and toast as she pushes open the
door. The smell is undeniably pleasant, but it fails to stir hunger in
her. Eating seems like a chore.
Good morning! Mireille yells from the kitchen, pleased to see her
young charge return. Up early today? How about some breakfast?
Kirika shrugs off her jacket, steps into the kitchen doorway. There is
still a sad look about her. Nonetheless, she tries to smile for
Mireille, not wanting to dampen her partners cheery mood. Arigato.
She says, taking a seat.
* * *
I can see that whatever haunted her last night hasnt left her. It
pains me to see her pretend. The way she walks in and smiles for me.
I know shes unhappy. Her smile is so obviously forced. I would have
been better off without it. She hardly ever smiles anyway; if she
doesnt I wont think twice about it.
Thank you. She says as she takes a seat, but she was thinking
something else.
Tea? I ask her as she starts to eat, and she nods her acquiescence
without meeting my eyes.
We eat in silence. We havent done that in a long time. I worry about
her. But I also selfishly worry about myself. I worry that something
is bothering her, and it will cause our relationship to slip away. It
seems that I cant think about anything but Kirika these days. I find
myself wishing I could change the past just so her existence would be
that much brighter.
* * *
Kirika stuffs the last bit of food in her mouth and swallows quickly,
standing up to clear her dishes. Mireille, lost in thought, hardly
seems to notice her at all.
The dark-haired girl makes it to the sink before Mireille realizes she
is alone at the table. Finished already?
Im not hungry. Kirikas statement is punctuated by the sound of her
dishes clattering in the sink.
Why not?
(Because I cant eat with you watching me so intently.) The thought is
not voiced. Instead, Kirika turns on the tap, trying vainly to drown
out the world.
* * *
She stands at the sink, with her back to me. Kirika. I call, but
there is no reaction. Kirika? I reach out to touch her, reassure
her, but she twists away as I brush her arm.
Go away. Her whisper is barely audible over the sound of running
water. Leave me alone.
Why doesnt she trust me? Why cant she tell me whats really bothering
her? She turns around then, and for the first time, she sees that she
can hurt me. Maybe at the outset, I had helped her to help myself, but
now, I want nothing but to ease her burden. Now, I honestly only want
to make her happy.
We stare at each other for a short while, anxious. Her eyes flicker as
they drop to the floor. She turns away again, shutting off the tap as
an afterthought. Im sorry, she mumbles into the silence, Im sorry,
Mireille.
Its okay.
Do you believe in God, Mireille? She says my name, but she speaks
outwards, into the apartment, as though she was really asking someone
else.
No.
What about Heaven?
Im not sure. I step closer to her, and I can see the wetness on her
face, I can hear the emotion cracking her voice.
I am sure. Theres no heaven for me, and there are no gods for me
either. I used to think that I didnt need Gods forgiveness. I used
to think... I used to think that if I had yours, that would be enough.
Im sorry, Mireille, but its not. I... I need more from you, even if
I know I dont deserve it. But I cant... I cant ask this of you,
Mireille. Im sorry...
For one fleeting moment, Im afraid shes going to break and run away,
but she looks up at me and the feeling passes. She just stands there,
crying openly in front of me. Theres no effort at all at hiding it.
She stares me directly in the eyes, blinking only when the tears
overwhelm her. I can feel my own tears welling up as I take another
step towards Kirika. I have to tell her. I would do anything for this
girl, but it seems the words refuse to come. Instead, I take her hands
in mine.
* * *
Kirika feels Mireilles hands close over hers. Mireilles mouth opens
slightly, but no sound ensues. Kirika looks away, suddenly embarrassed.
She is anxious, absolutely terrified of rejection, but theres no other
choice. Shes been meaning to say something for a long time, but every
possible outcome scares her. These emotions are so foreign to her shes
afraid of letting herself feel sometimes.
Is this love? She doesnt know. Kirika stiffens, tries to pull away.
What if shes wrong? What if...
Mireilles arms wrap around her, and blue eyes pierce her own.
Kirika... The blonde whispers.
* * *
I never believed in love at first sight. It may seem kind of cynical,
but life hasnt given me much to believe in. Kirika though... Kirika
is different. I do believe in her. Somewhere down the line, I learned
that she would give anything for me. I wish I could only prove to her
that I would do the same.
She looks at me, with those deceptively innocent eyes, and although I
see through them, I still have sympathy for this girl. In fact, what I
feel for her goes far beyond sympathy.
It seems strange that she, the quiet one, had been the first to voice
her feelings, even if only in writing. I wonder if she even understood
herself when she wrote me that letter. I know she understands herself
now. She needs me. If nothing else, I can tell myself Im doing this
for her. If nothing else, I owe her this much.
I lean closer. She doesnt flinch, just stares at me with her mouth
slightly agape. I wonder if she realizes what Im about to do. Our
noses brush. She doesnt blink. I press my lips to hers and her eyes
close, but thats the extent of her reaction. She smells like the fresh
morning air; the faint taste of tea still on her lips. I kiss her, and
though she doesnt respond, she doesnt push me away.
She opens her eyes when I stop. Kiss me again.
I oblige.
* * *
Kirika reciprocates this time, ever so gently. She is hungry, eager,
but somehow gentle at the same time. When Mireille pulls away, she
tries to follow her, reluctant to let this end so quickly.
Mireilles hands hold the girl back. Didnt anyone ever tell you
assassins cant love? She asks breathlessly.
No. Kirika says defiantly, leaning in for another kiss.
It is a long while before they manage to pull themselves apart. To
Kirika, the entire experience is new and alluring. In all her life,
shes never read a love story, never watched a sappy romantic movie.
For her, theres no basis for comparison, but it doesnt matter. Right
now, this is all that counts.
* * *
Id almost forgotten what if feels like to be kissed. The simplicity of
it makes it even stranger. I want to be here, with Kirika, even though
we are rarely apart. I want to stay here, touching her, even though we
share the same bed. I want to hold her and kiss her because I know
shes never felt this before. I dont care what the world thinks. To
me, this lonely girl is deserving. Deserving and deprived.
Kirika opens her eyes, and I see they are warm, unguarded. Half of her
is nervous, shy, wary of overstepping my acceptance; but the other half
is deliriously happy. I dont think Ive ever seen her this excited.
Maybe thats all I ever wanted, to make her happy. The sight of her
like this, its almost overwhelming. Perhaps I really do love her.
Mi... Mireille? She stutters, questioning.
Hmm? I put a hand on her head and run my fingers through her hair.
Its wild and tangled because she never grooms it. Somehow, that
doesnt make her any less beautiful. She nuzzles against my hand,
silent. I wonder what she meant to ask, but Im not going to push her.
After a few minutes, she takes my hand and holds it against her cheek.
Then, slowly, she reaches over and touches my face. Her fingertips
brush lightly over my skin, questing. Mireille?
What is it?
Youre so beautiful.
Its not what I thought she wanted say, but it pulls at my heart
nonetheless. Just one thought. So simple, yet it seems to have an
inexplicable power over me. I draw her into a fierce hug.
This is acceptance; this is forgiveness. This is for everything the
world inflicted upon you.
I know I wasnt wrong to let this girl live.
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