Arashi ("Storm"): A NOIR fic (2 of ?)

[watch_yer_back]

2:  HOME

“Pass me the knife, please?”

Kirika picked up the small dinner knife and flipped it expertly before handing it to Mireille, handle-first. “What?” she asked, as the blonde grinned at her in amusement.

“I guess some things don’t change,” was the only answer she got.

“Have I changed a lot?” Kirika asked curiously.

“Some.”

Comments

[watch_yer_back]

Interesting icon. ;) Thanks for this, sorry it took so long to reply. I'm trying to cajole my muse into getting the next chapter ready but she's being stubborn.

[ghostfriendly]

This feels really original, and the interaction is really good, emotional but realistic. Also looking forward to next bit!

[watch_yer_back]

Glad you liked it. Thanks! Next bit should be ready within the next week or so.

[glazzal]

I'm impressed at the way you managed to write in so many of the issues these two characters would have, how it comes out so naturally in their conversation. (I've always had trouble with Kirika's "voice".)

Reading this fic makes me miss Noir a lot. Good work!

[watch_yer_back]

Thanks, glad to hear that this really sounded like them! I think Kirika's voice is always harder to write because she's usually very quiet, even in the anime.