Omake Chapter 1-A: Mireille

[Bean Bandit]

High in the skies, rapidly approaching Japanese airspace, JapanAir Flight 783 was quickly approaching it's destination, of Tokyo International Airport.

The interior of the plane was a standard affair, rows on rows of seats, too close together to be truly comfortable, but far enough apart to avoid the detested 'business fliers doing a sardine can impression' feeling. It also was stocked with the usual luxuries, in-flight movies, meals, pillows and so forth.

The sun was slowly setting outside the windows of the airliner, and mood aboard the roughly half-full plane was subdued, as the people on board gradually succumed to the allure of sleep that nightfall brought.

Of particular note, because they weren't native Japanese like a good 7/8ths of the plane's passengers, were two yong women, seated near the back.

The first was a young girl, no more than sixteen, clad in a simple outfit of a shorts and a t-shirt, covered by a sweat-shirt style jacket. She could have been from Japan, but her manner and bearing suggested long times spent away from her native land, too long to make her a 'true' japanese.
Her eyes were a soft, light brown, so liquid as to nearly be amber colored in the plane's dim 'night' lighting, which clinted softly off of her her dark hair. She examined the magazine she was holding carefully, even in this relaxed state, her expression carried a certain wistfulness, making her look perpetually sad.

Her companion, in the seat next to her was a study in contrasts. Somewhat older than the girl, in her early to mid-twenties, she was dressed in practical, yet alluring attire of a belted maroon sleeveless sweater, and a short miniskirt, completed with leather calf boots.

She possessed a body fully past the 'developing' look of her traveling mate, and well into the rounded curves of a fully grown woman, a figure that would turn men's heads without being exaggerated in any way.

Long blonde hair tumbled down her head in neatly arranged waves, and artfully arranged bangs brushed the area above one eye, framing a fair skinned face, and intense, crystal blue eyes, her coloring befitting a true daughter of Corsica.

It was to the blonde woman that one of Belldandy's summoned agents came, and with a slight twisting sensation, awoke within the body of Mireille Bouquet...

[Asrana]

OOC: Hmm...I'll be using my online OOC name, can't help but think that way around here. @_@

IC: May groaned quietly as she awoke, blinking in surprise. Light? When did my eyes open? She quickly closed her eyes, sighing with the comfortable feel of darkness that enveloped her. For that matter, when did I sit in a chair? I don't remember using the laptop...

Squirming slightly, the young woman got a feel for what was pressed against her, frowning further. Skirt, boots, and a top that doesn't cover my shoulders but comes up my neck...where'd my normal clothes go? This is f***ing strange.

Cracking open her eyes, May looked around. This...looks like an airplane, but I've never flown in my life... Her head fell to the side, playing her usual sleeping act when she didn't want to be bothered. One good look at her companion and she started to wish that it wasn't an act. That's...KIRIKA?! When did anything even named Kirika exist near me besides my hard drive?! She opened her eyes halfway, trying to appear sleepy as she looked the young girl uup and down. And if I'm sitting next to Kirika, in a skirt, with boots... A shift of her head and another sweeping glance told her what she needed to know, and she didn't like it very much. Black skirt, red top, black boots, and what looks like blond hair. Good morning Mireille! Just f***ing great, I wonder who slipped a hallucinogenic into the cocoa.

Well, if I haven't blanked out of this yet, I'll just have to try and live with it. And hopefully our ideas will work. Mireille sat up straighter in her chair, opening her eyes fully and looking around herself curiously.

[Bean Bandit]

Not much more detail met Mireille's eyes as she opened them. The plane was a mid-sized affair, rows of seating, spaced _almost_ comfortably apart, and divided by two aisles, each running  from one end of the cabin to the other, from the front, disappearing into the back, presumably where the bathrooms were.

The two women were sitting in the right section of seats, Kirika sitting by the window, and Mirielle beside her.

As the blonde woman sat up and looked around, Kirika turned to her, a passively curious expression on her face. "Did you sleep well?"

[Asrana]

Mireille nodded. "Yes...thank you," she murmured, returning Kirika's curous gaze with one of her own. "And did you sleep well?" Her voice was soft, almost tentative in the unknown environment.

[Bean Bandit]

Kirika nodded slowly, her amber eyes softening slightly as Mireille asked.

"Hai." a small, nearly invisible smile accompanied the reply. "We won't land for another forty-five minutes..." the dark haired girl supplied softly, her gaze never leaving Mireille.

[Asrana]

Mireille smiled a little, a hint of warmth tugging at the expression. She's cuter in person... "Arigato, Kirika-chan..." she replied, blinking once as she returned the steady gaze.

[Bean Bandit]

Kirika gave Mireille another barely visible smile, then turned back to her magazine, and continued reading. The gentle thrum of the engines could be heard through the window of the plane, one of them visible through the window beside Kirika...

[Asrana]

Mireille sighed softly, more memories of what had happened between Mireille and Kirika beginning to surface. Leaning back, she looked at the ceiling, and began to think over the details of what happened.

[Bean Bandit]

Kirika continued to read, her expression relaxing slightly in repose, though it retained the slightly wistful look that seemed nearly permanent.

In the ensuing silence, the soft thrum of the engines was disrupted only by the sound of flight attendants on either side discreetly asking passengers if they required anything...

[Asrana]

Mireille sighed, humming the ending song of the Noir anime to herself. As she waited for landing, she continued to sort through what she could think of, hoping her talent for extrapolation wouldn't fail her.

She pushed the thoughts distracting her to the back of her mind, trying to block things outside of her current world from thought as best she could. Mireille gave a long sigh, and slumped a little. Too much...

[Bean Bandit]

Kirika turned away from her magazine, and gave Mireille a startled look, having hear the sigh, and caught the slump out of the corner of her eye.

"Mireille?" She asked softly, a slight note of concern in her voice.

[Asrana]

Mireille blushed, straightening her shoulders and bringing her slight smile back up. "Hai, Kirika-chan?" she asked. Only her eyes held a hint of darkness, something she had pulled inside herself.

[Bean Bandit]

Kirika seemed hesitant to pry, but pressed on quietly. "Is there something wrong?" she asked uncertainly as the expression she had been watching vanished.

She glanced up, making sure the flight attendant was still a few rows away...

[Asrana]

Mireille opened her mouth, about to reply negative, but shut it slowly. "Kirika-chan...please, ask me when we're off the plane and alone." Her voice was soft, almost shaking in it's tentativeness. She looked at the other younger girl, blue eyes reaching for the brown pair that may hold some assurance.

[Bean Bandit]

Kirika's eyes didn't narrow, she simply examined at her companion carefully, and could see something was amiss, but she wasn't sure what. "Hai." she agreed reluctantly.

She glanced over at the approaching flight attendant, wondering if she should have smuggled her gun aboard.

She said nothing further, respecting Mireille's wishes, but wondering what could have caused such a drastic change in the blonde woman's manner. Even her body language seemed slightly 'off' for the norm...