Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray Man just Chane and Miria.

Author Note: Hey guys I decided to write a Millenium Earl story cause in all honesty his Noah form is hot! The Oc's name Chane is pronounced (Ch-Ah-Nay). Just wanted to get that clear before you started reading! Comments are appreciated but please resist the urge to bash! Thank you!

Chane's POV

Red and white, two colors that were so far from close to each other on the color wheel, couldn't be closer than when the snow was covered with metallic blood. "Are you alright Mister?" I asked my trembling hands reaching out to the man before me who lay passed out on the ground before my trembling form. He wore a rather large top hat and a pin stripped button up shirt with a tan trench coat. He carried an umbrella with a pumpkin on top of it, which was laid loosely in his unconscious hands. His skin was a tanned gray color and his dark hair was gelled back showing off his cross tattoos trailed across his forehead. He also had some stubble. "He's crying." I noted lifting my hand up to wipe them away just as my fingers brushed at the tips of his eyes his hand flew up and took a hold of my wrist in a death grip.

"Ah." I gasped lightly in pain wincing as the man looked over my face with his piercing gold eyes before relaxing and loosening his grip. "Are you alright sir? Should I call a hospital?" I asked him taking his hand into mine. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" the man sneered but didn't make any move to get away from me or make me let go of his hand. Though I thought I sensed a bit of amusement in his voice when he had asked the question. "Well then it's my problem if anything were to happen to me." I explained to him with a smile as he gave me a smirk. "You are a foolish girl. You shouldn't just go up and trust strangers like you do. It will kill you someday." He snickered giving me a look that sent shivers down my spine like what he said was going to happen at any second.

"I'll be fine. Though I am not quite sure about you my dear. Seeing as you are covered in blood you saw what happened here?" the man asked me eyebrow raised. I went to pull my hand out of his so I could explain what had happened but his grip tightened. "I thought you didn't like strangers talking to you?" I questioned raising my eyebrow in question at him as I noticed a slight reddening in his cheeks before averting his eyes to the side. " That doesn't mean you can let go then get up and leave me here to die. Where are your manners?" he sneered pulling my hand closer to his chest and placing the other on top of it. "Go on." He said staring at me again with those piercing gold eyes. "I was out getting flowers for my dead friend. She has been gone for three years now and I miss her terribly. Upon my arrival to town square I saw a monster," I explained as the man visibly twitched at the word 'monster.'

"I was going to head home immediately but before I knew the whole place was crawling with them and then there were people in black jackets who were trying to get some of the citizens to safety. I was well on my way out when I saw a little boy had fallen and wasn't going to get away so I ran back up for him though my mind was telling me to run. By time I had gotten to him the boy was shot and his blood splattered on me. The men in black coats took care of the monsters when I was on my way home an found you here on the sidewalk." I finished my story looking down at his reaction. "What is your dead friends name?" he asked me as if that was the only part of the story he was really paying attention to. "Miria, why?" I asked him as he turned to me and then sat up.

"Just wanted to know who to thank for sending an angel to my rescue." He said getting to his feet and bringing a hand to my cheek wipping some of the blood off of my face. "I'll be fine you need to leave, before what I says comes true you hear me." He said sternly giving me a glare that would send anyone running. I nodded getting up and heading home when I heard a familiar cracking sound. Within seconds there were two monsters in front of me. My feet froze automatically. 'What is with my body acting on it's own today.' I thought histarically looking up in fear at my own death staring me right in the face. They were getting ready to fire when I heard a harsh voice from behind me call out. "Beat it!" it was almost deathly and sinister that the monsters stopped immediately in their tracks and went off about their business.

"Thank you." I said about to turn and face my savior when a hand covered my eyes. "Just go." He whipered harshly into my ear before vanishing.