|skadders (skadders) wrote in kinkfest,|
@ 2008-11-10 22:25:00
|Entry tags:||a: skadders, f: noir, november 10, p: chloe/kirika|
"Pursuit of," Noir (Chloe/Kirika)
Title: Pursuit of
Rating: PG-13 (?)
Prompt: Noir - Chloe/Kirika - knifeplay - "I've become so numb / I can't feel you there"
Summary: Chloe has questions; Kirika has no answers.
A/N: I don't usually say anything about this, but I watched Noir three-five years ago and haven't re-watched it since, so you'll have to forgive me for any... offness. And for my Chloe.
Chloe had half-expected Kirika to complain about their accomodations for the night, but then she remembered the one bed in that woman's apartment and felt a small surge of jealousy, in addition to a small surge of joy that having slept in the same bed as that woman would allow Kirika to sleep in the same bed as Chloe.
She could tell from Kirika's uneven, shallow breaths that she wasn't asleep--basic training. If you want to kill someone in their sleep (Chloe would never want to, because she wanted to see the fear) make sure they're actually asleep. Kirika turned onto her back and Chloe rolled over to face her.
"What are you thinking?" Chloe asked. She wanted to know--wanted to learn. The other girl glanced at her and breathed in. Breathed out. All very deliberate, and it sounded like a dismissal to Chloe's ears, as if she wasn't good to know what was going on in Kirika's head.
I am good enough, she thought, and sat up. Kirika still had that calm gaze trained on her, and it was somewhere in between the look of the mouse watching the cat and the cat watching the mouse; and there was no true middle ground between the gaze of predator and the gaze of prey but if there was, Kirika's look was it. But Chloe was getting off topic in her head. She wanted to know what Kirika was thinking. There was a wide mirror on the other side of the bed and she looked at herself for a second, and then looked down at Kirika.
"I want to know."
"I know," Kirika said. Chloe decided that her look was very much the look of a predator, but Chloe was a predator too and so in one smooth movement she straddled Kirika's hips and looked her right in the eye.
"Tell me," she said, and Kirika stared at her.
Chloe pulled the knife she kept in her thigh holster at night out and put it against the other girl's throat--not hard enough to make her bleed, but hard enough so that Kirika would know that if she wanted to make her bleed, she could and would.
(Then again, if Kirika wanted to throw Chloe out the window right now, she probably could as well. It was just a matter of who was faster. This is madness, Chloe thought. This is stupid. Something Altena had said: You do not--cannot--understand yourself.)
Chloe tried hard not to make a little frustrated sound at the continued silence and drew the knife along the fabric between Kirika's breasts, and it parted as if she was cutting through butter. Kirika said nothing--she just stared. Chloe was aware of the gun under the pillow, though, in addition to the one on the bedside table, and she watched the other girl's arm to make sure that she didn't go for either of them. "Then smile for me," Chloe said. She would have liked to say that Kirika looked bored, but the truth was that she didn't look like anything. That blank face that might have been Japanese (might have been anything Asian) stared up at her. "I know your name," she said. She didn't remember if she knew. It didn't matter if she knew. "Smile for me."
She realized that she was digging the knife into Kirika's skin, and a thin line of blood seeped out from beneath the blade. "Is that what you want?" Kirika said, after a long silence.
Chloe looked at her, looked into those big blank eyes. "Of course," she said, and tried to finish the sentence, but there was nothing. There was nothing.