Fake Communtiy Hours Sheet

Fandom: Noir - The sound of waves

Title: The sound of waves
Fandom: Noir
Prompt: Estate, sound of the surf
Rating: yellow
Genre: general introspective
Warnings: to shoujo , missing moment, flashfic
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Bee Train, I do not gain anything by what I write.
Notes: was written for the Xmas Tree Party on FW.IT. The fic is set during the fourth episode.

The sound of waves

A Kiriko liked the sound of the surf. The constant crashing of waves on the beach, which could easily hear - and see - leaning on the balcony of the house by the sea, gave her a feeling of peace and tranquility.
(Peace and tranquility that until then had been unable to taste good, the nights were always too short, and days too long and chaotic.)
That sound seemed continuous and relentless rock her gently, giving a feeling similar to that of being in the hands of a mother, a mother with her melodious singing made them forget the horrors he had seen until then.
(In a moment all the murders order seems a bad dream, had to be so if Mireille slept so quietly, perhaps she cradled by the sound of the waves.)
The sea breeze came in the room, giving a bit 'of relief from that hot summer that was barely tolerate the presence of the sheet. Kiriko threw back his head, sitting on a wicker chairs in that room. It had begun to think.
"Who am I? I am Noir. Others do not remember. "
And you do remember waking up in a bedroom of a house that had not recognized as his, he remembered seen a school uniform hanging, in which he found a card which the nomenclature used to say "Yuumura Kiriko". And he remembered that he had found the Beretta, and they ran away almost immediately after being dressed, being chased by men dressed in black - men who were found early death at his hands.

Kiriko had risen from his chair and was out of the house directly to the beach, the waves that seemed to drag along and clear his thoughts. She sat on the shore where the waves broke, and had left the water lapping on which shone a pale moon. The sea breeze at that point was stronger, Kiriko began to feel cold, so it was narrow in the shoulders. How many times was narrow in the shoulders, how many times she felt alone, empty. It was nothing but a doll programmed to kill, it was said, that's why he did not remember anything, apart from being Noir. If it was just a doll then why did all these questions? Why had the ability to think, to suffer? The thing was beyond his understanding. It was at that point when I felt the weight of a light jacket on his shoulders.
"That will not get cold. "
Mireille. Evidently it was woke up. She stood motionless, staring in front of him to a distant horizon. Kiriko said those deep blue eyes were calm, full of certainty, it seemed that nothing could ever shake them. Those eyes seem cold, a little 'suspicious, they had the power to make you feel safer Kiriko, made her feel as though at least there was a certainty. The girl got up and stood beside Mireille. The latter watched for a moment, then took her hand.
"Let's go inside. Tomorrow will be a rather tiring day. "Kiriko
nodded, leaving Mireille bring that back into the house. The muffled sound of the surf accompanying their steps.