PLEASE READ THIS!!! NOTICE! ALERT!!
I shall now explain to you that this fanfic is an exercise in
writing. An attempt to further my writing skills. In my other fic
Children of the Night I know roughly how the story will progress and how
the characters shall be written. However in this one I am still very
much unsure, and you may have noticed how Kirika is practically changing
every chapter, this is not just the effect of the drug but of my
unpredictable writing. Please will you excuse me for this, and if you
could suggest how you would like Kirika to be written in this fanfic. I
will take the majority suggestion written in any reviews, so every one
counts. And you have only yourself to blame if you don't like how she
change due to suggestions. Please tell me why you want her to be so, as
well.
Thank you.
I can't think of any good chapter titles!!!
"Kirika will you please calm down!" Mireille exclaimed in an
annoyed voice. Kirika pouted and plopped herself down heavily in her
plastic seat. Her arms crossed and her mouth down turned. Her eyes
however were full of mischief. Mireille sighed, "You're drawing
attention to us."
It was true, although Mireille was trying to remain inconspicuous,
as always, Kirika's jumping up and down, and her random fits of giggling
were making people look their way. Most of them turned up their noses,
at them. The action gravely insulting Mireille's pride. She'd have
responded, if she hadn't Kirika to deal with....
"Why are we going to America?" Kirika asked in a high pitched
curious voice. The voice a curious teen might use. Defenitely not the
quiet, subdued voice Mireille was used to. But right now she's not the
girl I know. I wonder, is this still Kirika, or has the drug replaced
her personality entirely? Is this even the same person I risked my life
for?
"Mireille? You said the stuff had no effect on me, so why are we
going to America?" This was more like her, the analytical mind that
could pick out a flaw in Mireille's excuses.
"Well, Kirika," She was sorely tempted to say, "Because you've
been drugged into a hyper annoying teenager who wants nothing more than
to sleep with me. And I have to have you cured because I'm beginning to
freak out, since you've started looking at me as if I'm a tasty pastry."
"They want to run some tests on you anyway, just to make sure
nothing bad happened. You drank a lot of it." One of the greatest skills
of an assassin, being able to lie with a perfectly straight face.
"Okay! When's our flight?" Mireille sighed and checked her watch,
then looked up at the flight timetable there table was under. They were
currently sitting in a small Hagen Dazs restaurant.
"We board in thirty minutes." Mireille replied with a sigh. Not
too soon in her opinion. Although the prospect of sitting in a cramped
seat with a drugged up Kirika for eight to nine hours was hardly
appealing. How the hell was she supposed to keep Kirika calm?? She had
at first attempted to get first class tickets, but the waiting list was
too long for Mireille to risk. A boat had been an option, then she could
perhaps have controlled Kirika in the cabins. But again it would take
too long for Mireille's sanity.
So commercial airlines it was. And what a nightmare the day had
been so far. Kirika had been pathetic in her attempts to avoid this by
sleeping. Shrugging and mumbling when Mireille had tried to wake her,
and once awake, falling asleep again almost instantly. Never had she
known Kirika to be such a sleepy head!
The car journey.... All of a sudden Kirika had been completely
awake and seemed to want to discuss everything to Mireille. Mireille now
knew more about Kirika than she had ever intended to find out. Her
favourite colour was blue, her favourite animal was cats, her dream was
to be a normal person, and an artist. Her hobby, drawing. The list was
endless, as were her questions about Mireille. She too had ended up
divulging more information than she had ever intended. It was just so...
tiresome. As much as she had always wanted Kirika to talk more, now she
wished she'd taken that thought and throttled it!
"Mireille. Can I get an ice cream?" Kirika begged, giving her
puppy dog eyes. Mireille sighed but relented before the argument ever
began. Simply reaching into her purse and handing Kirika some euros. The
small girl squealed in delight and threw her arms around Mireille,
before snatching the money and running away. Mireille sat where she was,
her mind playing back that awful squeal of delight.
Kirika.... squealing?..... Mireille was disturbed. (As is the
Author, 0.o)
"Wheee! Look at the clouds! It's like a sea!!!" Mireille felt like
crying. She was tired, embarrassed, stressed and her nerves were far
from calm. She had tried to calm her down, tried to fall asleep and
escape everyone's disapproving stares. But Kirika wouldn't let her be
boring. She truly felt like crying. In a despair filled kind of way.
"Kirika, please..." She was interrupted.
"Ahh, Mireille don't be boring!" Mireille sighed again, leaning
back as Kirika leaned across her and pressed her face to the window of
the plane. Why won't she accept the window seat? She thought to herself,
if she was so damn interested in the scenery?
"Excuse me. Can you please keep your child quiet." A dignified
French woman behind them huffed angrily. Normally Mireille would have
bit her head off, but this time she agreed with her. Unfortunately
Kirika came to the rescue.
"I'm not her child, I'm her partner!!" Kirika answered happily,
smiling at the now shocked woman. Mireille groaned. Someone else, not
Kirika this time, giggled. Mireille dragged Kirika down harshly so that
the girl's eyes were meeting her own.
"Don't say that!" She hissed angrily at Kirika, who in turn gave
her a look of adoration. One that scared Mireille slightly.
"But we are partners." Kirika answered back, thankfully this time
in a lower voice. Mireille blushed slightly at Kirika's naivet‚ but
ploughed bravely on.
"Yes, in our job! But they thought we were lovers-"
"Aren't we?" Kirika interrupted, her eyes piercing into Mireille's
own. Mireille felt her mouth drop open at her words. Wha-wha-
"What!? I don't -what do you..." Mireille stuttered, lost for
words. Kirika leaned closer, making Mireille shuffle back against the
wall of the plane.
"You risked your life to save me, and rescued me even though I
wanted to die. After all this, are you trying to say you don't love me?"
Kirika's voice was thankfully low. The woman behind them was obviously
satisfied with their volume so luckily heard nothing. Mireille mumbled.
"I do love you Kirika. As a friend." She answered, embarrassed to
say it, but it was true, and she thought that Kirika needed to hear it.
Perhaps also it would put a curb on Kirika's blatant actions. It seemed
she was mistaken.
Kirika leaned in, her face scant inches from Mireille's own, her
brown eyes piercing. Mireille tried to back up further but found no more
room to run. She jumped as Kirika's hand touched her leg and her body
pressed against Mireille's own. Making her desires perfectly clear. Oh
My God! Mireille panicked, No, no, no. She can't be doing this to me I'm
a world renowned assassin!!
"Only as a friend?" Kirika whispered seductively in Mireille's
ear, her warm breath on her lobe sending conflicting emotions through
Mireille's body. She shivered. "Are you sure?"
"...Kirika... please don't..." She whispered, hardly believing
that Kirika was doing this to her, it just wasn't something Kirika would
do. Deciding to end this quickly Mireille placed her hands on Kirika's
shoulders and tried to force the girl away. It might as well have been
like pushing away a mountain for all the use it did. She started
shaking, she had never realised Kirika was so strong before, how
helpless she herself was.
"Why not?... You know you'll enjoy it..." Kirika whispered back to
her, making Mireille jump. Enjoy it... probably, she wasn't afraid to
admit it. But it was just not something she wanted. Not with Kirika, not
like this, and certainly not on a commercial plane packed full of
tourists!!
"Kirika no!" She asserted herself, trying to keep her voice
strong. "I will not let you do this, and you are not so heartless as to
take it!" She was sure of that. If even the smallest part of the old
Kirika remained then she would not do such a thing against Mireille's
will.
"Make me an offer." Kirika answered, moving her head down and
breathing warm breath onto Mireille's neck. Normally Mireille would have
been furious at such a suggestion, but to make Kirika stop this now...
"If you behave yourself for the rest of the flight..." Mireille
blurted out, she jumped and tried to shift her weight as she felt
Kirika's hand caress her thigh. If there wasn't such a distraction she
might have thought about her offer more carefully. Which was probably
Kirika's plan. "I'll kiss you when we get to the hotel." Mireille
finished in a rush, breathing a relieved sigh when Kirika pulled slowly
away. Her eyes were full of mischief, and her smile said that she had
won the battle. Mireille was breathing hard.
"A proper one." Kirika conditioned, Mireille knew there was no
arguing, she nodded. "And if it's not good enough, then I get to make my
own condition." Again Mireille nodded, wondering just what she was
getting herself into. What have I done. What have I just agreed to
do....
Okay, so this was an extremely crude chapter. Very crude. I'm
sorry to all who were looking for sophistication. Though why you thought
to find it in a fic about Kirika being in heat I don't know. Well, it
wasn't there. Sorry to all for the basic crudidity (my new word!) I'm
still learning how to write humour fics. (So much harder than normal
ones!)
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