Chapter 7 is now up i guess.. I don't like it.... Oh yeah, my computer has died so i am forced to use this one, which does not have a spell check, so my spelling is likely to suck. The Chapter without a title, mark III. Mireille's ascent into then world of wakefulness was a slow and groggy one. Aided by the fact that their new sleeping room had no windows, and that the only light to be given would be from the lamp, which was now switched off, Mireille was able to forget for a moment that there were jobs to be done. But only for a few minutes. Her career had made her more of a high strung person, and the inactivity of laying in her bed all day would soon get on her nerves. Sighing she once again took stock of her situation. Kirika was as per usual snuggled against her side, her arms languidly draped over Mireille's waist. At least for once it was more of a weak embrace, and not the straddling hold that Kirika had been subjugating her to lately. Perhaps the girl was content enough with what had happened last night? Mireille blushed. She couldn't believe that she and Kirika had kissed. Well that wouldn't have bothered her, but it wasn't just a small friendly kiss that she might have bestowed upon Kirika. It had been a lover's kiss, a deep passionate meshing of lips that Mireille had quite frankly never ever thought of doing with her reserved partner. That Kirika had done so to her, and so ferociously... Mireille blushed... it disgusted her.... or at least she hoped that was what she was feeling. She knew that it should have. To be kissed by another woman so was.... well... wrong! It just wasn't normal. Sure she loved her small partner. The cute little girl was adorable, and Mireille could barely imagine living without her anymore. But she had never thought that it might turn to this, cute and adorable yes. But a lover? No, that's not the case anyway. Kirika is only acting this way because of the drug. When she's cured, it'll all end. Yes, yes... that was the case. All this was due entirely to the drug, Merophoxyll, and not to Kirika's own desires. After all, the small Asian had never before shown any inclination of being... she tried to think of a nice way to say it, and failed.... gay. In fact, Kirika had made no inclination of having any interests at all in the matter of affections. At least not in the context that Mireille meant. Deciding that such thoughts were useless Mireille made to move away. Shifting her weight away from Kirika. A small sleepy growl came from behind her, and the arms around her waist tightened. Tough as steel the arms drew her back in and refused to budge. Mireille let out an exasperated sigh. Well, i guess i don't have anywhere i need to be. And it's not like Kirika is just going to let me go... Smiling slightly Mireille relaxed and leant back into Kirika. This making the still half asleep girl sigh in pleasure, and the arms soften again. Strangely enough Mireille didn't feel worried or frightened by sleeping so close to the girl. Ever since she had known the effect of the drug on Kirika, sleeping had always been like a trial. But this morning she felt oddly peaceful, calm... Maybe it was the knowledge that Kirika wasn't exactly going to start groping her. She trusted the girl's self restraint that far at least. Besides, the girl was still mostly asleep. She was cute when she was asleep, mainly because lately, when she was awake, she was sex driven. But at this time of the day Mireille could relax, and not have to worry about what Kirika would do next. It was a pleasant change. A loud creaking sound broke through her thoughts. Kirika was up in an instant. All of a sudden Mireille was thrown back and the girl was flying from the bed towards the door, Mireille fell backwards off the bed from the girl's protective push. Scrambling on the floor she located a gun and rolled out from behind the heart shaped monstrosity called a bed. All her frustration, all her anger ready to release itself. She was thwarted. A dull thud was the only sound the man made as he collapsed to the floor, his head twisted beyond recognition. Ten minutes later.... Mireille was pacing angrily. Pacing the length and width of the living area. She was angry. Angry, annoyed, pissed off.... The room was twenty feet by fifteen.... furious! She stopped pacing, realizing that she was probably burning a hole into the carpet. Kirika was sitting at the table, calmly sipping some tea. The action seemed ill-suited to her. A small Asian girl with sleep tussled hair, wearing a vest and some shorts, sitting calmly at a table drinking tea. "What are we supposed to do with a dead body!" Mireille exclaimed angrily, for what must have been the tenth time. As with the previous times Kirika didn't answer. Simply thinking to herself it seemed, this in turn angered Mireille, though she was unsure why. Better she be thinking about something else quietly than thinking about me obviously, her mind explained. But she was still annoyed. Who?! They had not been to America for ages, and they had certainly not left any enemies that would still be alive to tell the tale. Their client maybe? What would they gain from killing Noir? Nothing that Mireille could figure out, that was for sure. She started mumbling angrily, stalking around the room like an avenging spirit. She knew she was clenching her fists and her face was furious, but she didn't care. As long as she soon got the opportunity to kill something. Kirika smiled at her. "You know you're cute when you're angry." Was the girl's helpful comment, followed by an insolent grin. Mireille scowled at her, fighting the blush that was rising on her cheeks. Since when did Kirika call her cute, wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? Mireille walked off to deal with the body, dragging the recumbent form into a cupboard and locking the door behind her. She grabbed some air freshener from the side and sprayed it around the room, placing it by the door. She just hoped they were done before the week was out, or that corpse would soon become very smelly. After that she walked to the door and hung one of the signs on it. A red one detailing the cleaning staff not to enter, she hoped that it would keep them away. Throughout it all Kirika remained at the table, idly sipping her tea whilst Mireille sweated to hide any traces of a fight in the room. The young girl seemed oblivious to Mireille's death stares. Mireille finished her chores alone, before sitting down heavily at the table and taking a long drink of some mineral water she had found in the fridge. "Are we going to see our client?" Kirika asked curiously, Mireille shook her head. "Later, I'm too tired now, and we have to think. I mean was it them?" She had at first suspected the Soldats, as she always did, but the man was not dressed like them. And defenitely not as skilled as them. "How would i know." Kirika reasoned. "I don't even know the reason we're here. Don't give me that they have to run tests speech again. I know something's up, and I'm going to find out what!" Mireille raised her head to look Kirika in the eyes. The girl's face was determined. How can she not already tell? Mireille had to wonder, before dismissing the thought. Let Kirika try to figure it out, if she found the truth she might stop annoying Mireille. "Anyway, I'm too tired to think." Mireille replied, resting her head on her arms. "Shall we talk?" Kirika asked, Mireille waved her hand, telling her to do what she wanted. "Alright. Let's talk..... about last night." Mireille froze, like a deer in the headlights. It was said that average predators would pass you by if you stood perfectly still. Judging from the mischievous look Kirika was directing at her, Mireille had to conclude that Kirika wasn't an average predator. "What? You collected your promise, I went to sleep." Mireille replied off-handedly. Kirika's smile grew. "Did you enjoy it?" She asked evilly. Mireille's face was bland. "How can anyone be asked whether they enjoyed being forced to do something? I had no choice in the matter." She wasn't going to lose this argument, and no way was she going to admit to Kirika that she had in fact been excited by it. "You didn't exactly struggle though did you? And I felt you kissing me back..." Kirika whispered with a wide grin on her face. Mireille knew that she was turning red. "That was only because you threatened that you'd do more if you weren't satisfied by it. I was still forced to. Or you might have made me do worse." Kirika seemed a little down put at Mireille's refusal to admit to her, perhaps the girl wanted to feel like she hadn't forced Mireille to? "Do i get another tonight?" Kirika asked, tilting her head to the side and smiling wolfishly. "A goodnight kiss?" "No, but I'll give you a goodnight fist!" Mireille threatened showing the girl her fist. The look in Kirika's eyes told her she was about to regret that comment. "Mireille, I never knew you could be so forceful, chains and leather eh?" She replied with a wicked smile. Mireille was too shocked to speak, she spluttered on her drink, turning a deep crimson. "Bitch!" Mireille snarled after she had calmed down, her face still glowing red with embarrassment. She couldn't believe Kirika had said that to her. The small girl was grinning and laughing to herself. "Come on!" Mireille ordered, suddenly getting to her feet and pulling a jacket on to hide her embarrassment. "We're off to see them now." Kirika stopped laughing and nodded, pulling her gun out of her pocket and loading it. Mireille noticed and did likewise. Whatever Kirika's thoughts were keyed towards, it was obvious from the dead man in the cupboard that she was still just as deadly as before. This chapter hath hereby ended. What did you all think? Personally i didn't like it much, and felt that the conversation at the end was a bit much. I mean Kirika is OOC due to the drug, but that felt like too much. Never mind, it's my fic and she can be as stupid as she wants to be. lol. It was a filler chapter anyway. So there!
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