Paris Lights, by ijemanja (PG)

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Fandom: NOIR
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ: ijemanja
Author’s Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:

If you’re curious about Noir, but worried about all the spoilers I warned about, this is the perfect story for you. Set after the first episode, this story looks at Kirika, and Mireille, and what it means not to know who you are--to hardly remember anything at all.

I have a difficult time getting into Kirika’s head, but ijemanja manages the character wonderfully.

Outside, the streets of Paris go by in a blur of colour and sounds. Buildings and people and traffic - it's the middle of the day, but it doesn't feel like it.

Kirika yawns and rests her head against the window of the taxi.

'Jetlag, huh?' Mireille says.

Is this jetlag? She doesn't know - she has no frame of reference by which to judge.

Is she used to flying? Has she ever flown before at all?

It's been months. She still hasn't quite got the hang of asking herself endless questions, and coming up with nothing.

Paris Lights