Noir--Mireille/Kirika
Title: For The Rest Of My Life
Author: Bulmafox
Theme: Commitment
Rating: PG
Word count: 426
A/N: Once again, 1st person Kirika's POV, stream of conciousness
It's so hard. It's so hard shopping for a ring for you. For all your classiness, you never wear jewelry, and you never told me what kind you like. Hmm. So what. I'll buy you a ring if it kills me. Hmm...let's see...no, too ornate....no, too...something....oh God is that supposed to be that big?!...hmm...maybe....
"Miss, do you need help with something?"
Huh? Oh, she works here. "Hmm. I can't find what I want..?"
"What is it you want, miss?"
"I don't know." What? Really, I don't.
"Then, do you know what you *don't want?"
What I...don't want? "Nothing too big, or...distracting...it's for somebody else."
"Oh, I see. A wedding ring for the lucky fellow." She winked. Was that supposed to impress me?
"Lucky lady."
She raised an eyebrow at me. "Lady?"
"Yes, lady."....what?!
"So, what does this lucky lady of yours like?"
"I don't know. She never wears jewelery or told me what she likes." That ring I was looking at catches my eye again; maybe you'll like it. "What about this?"
"This? But it's plain; surely she won't like it..."
"...no, I think she will." It just...looks like something you'd like. A plain golden ring, not big or ornate or anything, yet classy. I feel the money in my pocket. "I'll take it."
I rush out as soon as I buy it. I can't wait to give it to you and ask you to marry me.
*************
"Mireille, I'm home."
"Kirika, come here. I have something for you. Over here." You lead me to the pool table. What could it be?
You reach underneath, where we keep our guns, and pull out a small box and open it. It's a ring, and it has a blue jewel. Blue, my favorite color. Does this mean...?
"Kirika, will you marry me?"
I...I don't know what to say. I'm...so happy. I'm crying. I hug you as tightly as I can and sob into your chest. "Of course! I'll marry you Mireille! I'll marry you." Oh...I almost forgot. "Mireille," I say between sobs, "I got something for you, too." I clumsily hand the box to you.
Yoor face when you opened it...you do like it, don't you? "Do you like it?"
"Kirika, you could've gotten me rocks and I would like it. Were you planning on proposingm, too?"
"Mm-hmm." I lean into your chest and close my eyes. I'm glad. I'm glad you like it, and I'm glad you want to marry me. Mireille, you're the only one I ever want to spend the rest of my life with.
Author: Bulmafox
Theme: Commitment
Rating: PG
Word count: 426
A/N: Once again, 1st person Kirika's POV, stream of conciousness
It's so hard. It's so hard shopping for a ring for you. For all your classiness, you never wear jewelry, and you never told me what kind you like. Hmm. So what. I'll buy you a ring if it kills me. Hmm...let's see...no, too ornate....no, too...something....oh God is that supposed to be that big?!...hmm...maybe....
"Miss, do you need help with something?"
Huh? Oh, she works here. "Hmm. I can't find what I want..?"
"What is it you want, miss?"
"I don't know." What? Really, I don't.
"Then, do you know what you *don't want?"
What I...don't want? "Nothing too big, or...distracting...it's for somebody else."
"Oh, I see. A wedding ring for the lucky fellow." She winked. Was that supposed to impress me?
"Lucky lady."
She raised an eyebrow at me. "Lady?"
"Yes, lady."....what?!
"So, what does this lucky lady of yours like?"
"I don't know. She never wears jewelery or told me what she likes." That ring I was looking at catches my eye again; maybe you'll like it. "What about this?"
"This? But it's plain; surely she won't like it..."
"...no, I think she will." It just...looks like something you'd like. A plain golden ring, not big or ornate or anything, yet classy. I feel the money in my pocket. "I'll take it."
I rush out as soon as I buy it. I can't wait to give it to you and ask you to marry me.
*************
"Mireille, I'm home."
"Kirika, come here. I have something for you. Over here." You lead me to the pool table. What could it be?
You reach underneath, where we keep our guns, and pull out a small box and open it. It's a ring, and it has a blue jewel. Blue, my favorite color. Does this mean...?
"Kirika, will you marry me?"
I...I don't know what to say. I'm...so happy. I'm crying. I hug you as tightly as I can and sob into your chest. "Of course! I'll marry you Mireille! I'll marry you." Oh...I almost forgot. "Mireille," I say between sobs, "I got something for you, too." I clumsily hand the box to you.
Yoor face when you opened it...you do like it, don't you? "Do you like it?"
"Kirika, you could've gotten me rocks and I would like it. Were you planning on proposingm, too?"
"Mm-hmm." I lean into your chest and close my eyes. I'm glad. I'm glad you like it, and I'm glad you want to marry me. Mireille, you're the only one I ever want to spend the rest of my life with.