It's been a while since the secret been revealed. As if nothing had happened, the Japanese-looking girl still helped the female vet in the clinic as her assistant. Tough Kirika was no longer worked everyday, and only helped the female vet from Tuesday to Friday. Kind as she was already, Dr. Naomi agreed to it right away. Due to Kirika's schedule of work, there was still some time when Mireille easily get bored without her around, which sometimes made the blonde became even more paranoid at losing the brunette. But as time kept passed by, the blonde had been able to manage her uneasy feeling. Sometimes Mireille could easily ignore the thought and destroyed it completely from her mind. As the Japanese looking girl was now back by spent much time with her, Mireille was simply delighted. It was now Sunday morning, and that meant that Kirika wasn't at work. Mireille as usual was sitting in front of her laptop, browsing. While Kirika, unusually was watching a drama from the television. From a quick glance and the noise aside, the blonde assumed that the drama was about a man rescuing his lovers. Strange enough, the brunette had been following the drama every week, as if the movie was fascinating or something. It was now had been a new activity for the Japanese-looking girl finally, besides gazing to the sky. In the middle of her hectic activity, Mireille's laptop screen suddenly went black. The Corsican girl tried to turn it on again, and unfortunately failed. A few times trying with no satisfying result, the blonde started swearing. Her laptop was broken, no further explanation. Despite how noisy the room had become, Kirika sat still on her position, and remained focus to the TV screen, as if her eyes glued on it. Finally Mireille, tired by swearing and frustrated, decided to join the brunette watched the TV. The two of them watched the drama in silence at first. Some minutes passed, and a sound of yawn slightly heard from Mireille. The drama was boring to her. "Why do you like it so much..? I don't see anything interesting, honestly.." said Mireille. "Hmm..." Kirika didn't answer the question, as her brown orbs still attached to the TV screen. Mireille sighed. "Whatever.." "It's.. confusing me." whispered Kirika slowly. "Confusing you..? What..?" "It looks strange." Kirika said shortly. Mireille felt puzzled. "What do you mean..?" Kirika now glanced at her partner. "The girl refused the man." "Eh..?" Mireille didn't understand what the brunette tried to tell her. "So what..?" The Japanese girl once more didn't answer. Confused, Mireille watched the film further more to find the answer by herself. Finally it became clear for Mireille that the story wasn't what she expected to be. It somehow continued to a scene where a father tried to rape his children. It was obviously clear that the girl didn't want her father, as she was struggling and screaming. The Japanese-girl didn't get it, tough. Got the point, the blonde smiled. "They aren't even lovers, Kirika. They are family." Kirika looked at Mireille with a confused look. Mireille showed a serious expression. "Family is not supposed to do something like that." "Doesn't family love each other..?" "Yeah.. But.." The Japanese girl whispered softly. "I don't understand." "Uh.." Mireille lost her word. How come I got to explain about love to someone I love..? As now the drama was cut by some commercial, the brunette looked at Mireille. Her brown eyes showed a desire for a further explanation. "It's.. uh.." Mireille muttered. Has she ever fallen in love..?? Still couldn't get the idea how to explain it, the blonde pushed her brain to think. She could have tried to browse the exact meaning of love in the internet, but since her laptop was broken, the blonde couldn't do so. In the end she came up trying an example. "Let's see.. You don't fall in love with your family. You care for them, you love them." Mireille explained. The Japanese looking girl still got the ‘I don't understand' look on her face. "But, your family isn't your ‘special person'. When you found this person, your special person I mean, you fall in love with him first, and kind of feel some passion and urge.." the blonde carefully explained, as her cheeks turned red. "to hold him, kiss him, or have him." The Japanese girl stared blankly at Mireille. "I still.. haven't really understood.." It wasn't a good explanation after all, I know.. The blonde sighed. "Of course you haven't.." Mireille looked at the brunette sitting next to her. "Have you.. ever love somebody, Kirika..?" she asked, curious. "Fall.. in love..?" Kirika seemed surprised at this question, as she raised her eyebrows. "Yes." The brunette seemed to lose in her own thought. She said nothing for some time, before finally looked up to see the blonde's face. "Does.. a feeling of care count..?" she asked timidly. "Yeah.. somehow.." Mireille said, smiling. Who is she talking about, I wonder..? "Mireille.. Can you tell me more about this ‘love'..?" Kirika asked. "Eh..? Okay.. What do you want to know..?" Mireille couldn't help but felt a little bit confused by how determined Kirika was to know more about love. "What.. do you feel when you look at this ‘special person'?" "Uh.." Mireille looked at Kirika, who was also looking at her. "Some desire to kiss, or to just be close to that person." said the blonde, now avoiding eye contact with the brunette. "Actually.. sometimes your heart will even pound faster, especially on a few occasion.." "What.. occasion..?" Kirika insisted. "Well.. When that person was smiling gorgeously, or very close to me.." Mireille was about to add ‘when her skin is barely wrapped with towel, when the clothes she's wearing are revealing.. ' It was fortunate though that the blonde could stop herself from saying things in her mind. "Is that.. true..?" was what the Japanese looking girl slowly asked. "Yeah.. That's what I think." said Mireille lightly. It was then that the blonde saw that the Japanese girl looked like she was in a deep thought. "Something's in your mind, Kirika..?" The Japanese girl smiled. "Nothing." With that answer, their conversation about love was over for the day. Mireille once again was stressed by her dead laptop on the next day. "Why can't it turn on..? This damn laptop..!!" the blonde shouted her desperation out loud. "Why don't bring it to some place to be repaired..?" Kirika suggested. Mireille stopped exclaiming for some seconds, as her brain was considering about the advice she got. "I don't like it.. actually.." She looked at her laptop and glared fiercely at it. "But since I can't do anything, it can't be help." Kirika smiled. "Let's go, then." The two of them then walked to the door, while Mireille carrying her laptop. Just when Kirika was about to open it, she stopped. Someone was knocking. The brunette automatically reached her pocket, to convince that her gun was ready. It had been a habit out of caution, since they were already anybody's enemy by became assassins. When they felt ready, the blonde slowly opened the door. The unknown guest was calmly stood after her, as if already expected a gun pointed at her. "You again." Mireille said, as she steadily pointed her gun at the guest. "Hi there, both of you." she greeted Mireille and Kirika. The Japanese girl said nothing and smiled to the unexpected visitor. The blonde lowered her gun slowly. She knew from experienced that she would sooner or later lower it down. "What do you want, Chloe..?" the blonde asked in a boring tone. The purple haired girl smiled enigmatically. "I bring something..," she looked at Mireille. "you've been waiting for." Killed her desire to just slam the door in front of Chloe's face, Mireille asked, "What is it..?" "It's not exactly a thing." Chloe calmly said. She approached Mireille and said right in front of the blonde's nose, "I hereby challenged you on a fight." Huh? Mireille seemed confused and startled at the same time. As she found no word to show her expression, the Japanese girl replaced her position first. "What do you mean, Chloe..?" Kirika softly asked, also confused. "I'll fight with her. One on one." Chloe proudly said. "What for..?" the Japanese girl insisted. "Yes." said Mireille. "Why must I accept your foolish whim..?" Tough it's true that I've been dreaming to kill her.. Chloe had a look of sadism on her face. "It's because you ignored what I said." Before Mireille could reply, the purple haired girl move forward and grabbed the collar of her shirt. She then brought Mireille to the edge of the room, pushing her hardly on the wall. The Japanese girl herself knew the best that her roommate and Chloe hadn't get along well. But to Kirika's surprised, the blonde seemed to let Chloe did as she want. Beside, Mireille calmly stared at Chloe while being carried. That's why the Japanese girl decided to not interfered them for a while. Kirika did nothing besides reflected worry on her face. "What the hell do you want?!" Mireille whispered in an angry tone, while trying to keep her cool. "Don't you remember what I said..?!" Chloe's voice was as low and quiet as Mireille's. "Kill her!" "What the..?" suddenly the blonde remembered her last conversation with the girl next to her. It wasn't me who suppose to kill her. Rather, it's you. Mireille's glare at Chloe became even sharper. "You just said that I was the one who supposed to kill her. You didn't say that I must kill her. I will never do what you want me to, after all." Mireille smiled in victory. Chloe seemed to be embarrassed at herself, as she said nothing to reply the blonde's sentences. The purple haired girl must have realized that she didn't ask Mireille to kill Dr. Naomi. "Now you can let me go." Chloe loosen her grip on Mireille when the blonde finished her word. Kirika, standing in front of the door quietly watched both her friends unusual action. She couldn't hear what they were talking about though, as their voice was kept low. The purple haired girl shut her mouth for a while before opened it up and whispered, "Still I challenged you to a duel." "What for?" "The winner will have Kirika." At the last sentence, Mireille felt her heart pounded hardly it could have hurt her if it was alive. She calmed herself and said, "Stupid brat. I will never allow Kirika to be the prize." "I know that deep inside your heart, you WANT to kill me." Chloe's voice was as cold as ice. "I have no time to chit-chatting with you." Mireille said, as she moved her body, in order to walk out of the room. As skilled as she was, Chloe blocked Mireille's path. "Listen. I am no longer patient. You are intimidating me by slacking off and play around." she said. "That's why I myself will protect her." "Play around..?" Mireille snapped. "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that..?!" "You can show me your skill. Accept." "There's no need to." The blonde threw her head away from Chloe. "Beside, she can protect herself properly. She never need you." "That's not what I mean, you dumb..!" Chloe tried to lower her voice as she could when she said that. "I don't care. Pissed off..!" "Looks like there's no way make you agree." the purple haired girl said sharply. Chloe's voice definitely brought chill ran down on Mireille's spine this time. As the purple haired girl lowered her head and remained silent, the blonde took a few steps aside to make a distance, which fortunately was ignored by Chloe. Mireille's instinct told her that this wasn't good at all. The blonde tried to walk as far away as she could from Chloe. Just when Mireille was about to reach her boots and grabbed her gun, a lot of knives all of the sudden were spreaded in the room, all directed to her. As the blonde was already aware of the unfriendly situation, she could dodge almost all the knives. Fucking crazy brat! This is an apartment, doesn't she think about it..!? The sound of knives stabbed on the floor and the wall were dancing in the room. It was lucky that Chloe hadn't broken a mirror, which could easily invite unneeded gossip. As Mireille pulled out her gun and ready to shoot, Chloe was already throwing two knives at her, which could hardly be dodged now. One of the knife was accidentally stabbed into Mireille's left arm. The blonde tried her best to run and rolled under the pool table, avoiding the knives and completely ignored the pain on her left arm. When the purple haired girl's expression turned into some more horrible one and was preparing to launch even more knives, a sudden boom was heard. It was Kirika who made the noise. The Japanese girl had shot her bullet right in front Chloe's nose, just missed about 2 cm, which she did in purpose. With that, all Chloe's action was stopped. "Enough." Kirika calmly said, her gun was hold tight on her palm. Her face once again became expressionless as usual. Mireille, felt relieved by the sudden outcome which likely was a truce, sighed. Thanks God she's here. "Now Chloe." Kirika took two steps forward approaching Chloe. "Mind to talk your business with me..?" she asked in a friendly tone, but somehow was also cold. Chloe now was stepping backward, unconsciously felt guilty and also angry. She definitely was broken by the brunette's word and at the same time hated to be disturbed. "Why do you choose her..?" she muttered to herself. After that, Chloe said nothing and jumped off from the window. Before she jumped out, Mireille saw that the purple haired girl glanced over to her and said something like, "It's not over yet." Mireille, suddenly aware of the pain on her left arm, tried to release the knife. "Urgh!" she exclaimed in pain when the knife was released. The blonde looked at her wound. Geez.. She made a deep one.. Kirika knelt down beside Mireille and looked worriedly at the wound. "Anywhere else was hurt, Mireille..?" she whispered. The blonde simply shook her head. "Wait, I will take the medicine." said the brunette softly, as she stood up and went on. Mireille's mind went on to the action that had just happened. Why does she want to kill Dr. Naomi that much..?? Private grudge..? Suspicious.. In the middle of her thought, Mireille felt her head was dizzy. With that, everything then went black.
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