Author's note : Sorry for the delay :-( Having too many stories open definitely is not good for me. I lose track easily... pls pls be patient :-)

Mireille was still pointing her gun at the probably-Kirika Yuumura five minutes later. It nearly looked like the time had stopped. But only for both of them. Losing her patience, Mireille decided to break the silence.

"Hey you! Did you hear me at all?"

The black-haired girl blinked as if she just awoke from a trance.
"Huh… who are you?"

"I am the assassin you sent the joke mail one week ago and I am not exactly happy to know that you are making a fool out of me!"

"It happened some weeks ago," the mysterious girl began.
"I woke up in a room on top of the tower alone, not remembering anything about myself."
"Uh.. excuse me…"
"The room was equipped with stuffs and I looked through them in order to find out who I was…"
"Er…"
"And I found something terrible."
The girl gasped. Mireille did the same.

"All of my clothes are pink!"

The wind blew through the castle.

"Whut?" asked Mireille, who didn't trust her ears. "Pink? PINK?"
"Terrible, isn't it…" sighed Kirika.

"I don't care if it is pink or grey! Just get to the point already!" yelled the assassin in frust.
"I opened the drawer and I found a gun in it, with some packs of bullets available. Besides, I spotted a princess school uniform with an identity card in it. The identity card bore my portrait and a name on it : Kirika Yuumura. Since I was too lazy to go back to school I spent my time daydreaming around the palace. One day some people came and asked if a princess indeed was there, in the highest tower of the palace. I had no idea. So I said, perhaps. They looked through the palace but they found no princess. It was such a pity though. They assumed that the dragon and the princess moved away somewhere. But they didn't want to miss the chance to make themselves famous without doing anything. So they pretended that there WAS a princess. If you asked me they only wanted the palace all for themselves. Meanwhile, I am penniless. So I work as a maid for them. My task is to make teas for anybody entering this palace. Do you like the tea? I got the recipe from a medieval magazine."

Mireille munched on some sugar-coated donuts. "Huh? Oh yeah."

"But that's not all. Eventually I also found a watch."
Kirika Yuumura (or wannabe Kirika Yuumura) took out a watch and a soft melody tuned as she opened the watch.

Mireille's eyes grew bigger. The donut fell from her hands. Kirika looked up to her, looking worried.
"Ah… hkk… hkk!"
"Huh?"
"Khh! Khh!" Mireille pointed at her neck.
Kirika gave her some cola.
Mireille grabbed it thankfully and drank it all with one gulp.
"Thank you. You saved my life."
"No problem."

"So what's your plan now?"
"I guess I will come with you."
Kirika took out her gun and began separating the parts and put them together again.
"Whut?"
"I wanna come with you. Here my passport. Please take care of the formalities."
"I don't intend to bring you home with me!"
"Why not?"
"Why should I?"
Kirika took a shy pose, her eyes were filled with tears.
"Please Mireille, take me with you!"
"Whut? Do you even know who I am?"
"No."
"Why do you know my name?"
"I also work as a secretary here. I designed the mails and sent them around. So I know the names of the receivers."
"Look,"
Mireille grabbed Kirika's gun from the floor. And she pointed it at Kirika.
"I work alone. And that will continue that way."
"I can work for you!"
"NO!"

"Please! Just until I know who I am! Please!"
"I guess you are the princess kept captive in this palace." answered Mireille shortly.
"Please! PLEASE!"

6 hours later, Kirika stood alone at the balcony of the highest tower in the palace, facing the dark sky with moon and stars beaming down at her. The wind played with her hairs. It was exactly something every artist would like to eternalize in a beautiful painting.
Mireille stood inside the room, staring at Kirika's profile. Then she was surprised by a howling sound. She stared at Kirika in horror, as the girl seemed to transform from a human to a…

"HATSCHIIIIY!"

Kirika wiped her nose. "Sorry," she said.

Mireille forced herself to laugh. "Ha ha. Ha. Ha."

"Are you okay? I can't understand why it is so hard for you to leave this place."
Mireille looked around. The room was indeed really pink. Pink painted room. Pink and cute things around. Dolls, cute clothes, candies in a can. Mireille shook her head. No, no! Don't be influenced!
"Cute things don't last long."
Kirika looked at her, irritated.
"Hey that's not from me. That's from some guy.. girl… woman… man.. Whatever, are you coming or not?"
"Let's go, Mireille."

Both of them walked side by side in the night.
"By the way, you know that I am an assassin. I can't let you live. I will kill you once you find out about your past." said Mireille truthfully.
"Or, I kill you first." retorted Kirika.
"Oh, the little one has spirit," murmured Mireille, drawing a burger from her bag and started to eat.
And so Mireille Bouquet lived together with Kirika Yuumura, a mysterious girl she met in a deserted palace. They planned to compete in killing each other so the story might be very interesting.

People from the hidden organisation came again the next day, and they realized that a worthy employee was gone. They wanted her to come back, but she wasn't registered officially. In pain they let their maid go, outside into her freedom, to places she had never seen before. And confiscated her stuffs as well.