A/N: Okay... listen up and listen good; I'm going to give you simple logic for a random Mary Sue OC.
1.) I'm very sickingly what you would call a noob when it comes to D Gray man. All I know are names and surface personalities based off of fanfiction and other unreliable sites. This short 2, possibly 3, part story came from a dream I had when I decided to be obsessive over Kanda, because he's Japanese and I'm dangerous to their health if they meet my criteria.
2.) I usually do 1st person past tense (or try to) if my tenses are horrible in this, please leave a review and help me out on it. I want to get better so I have more writing options. I won't know if I'm getting better if you don't tell me.
3.) As far as I know, Kanda is "looking for someone" in the manga, though it's not entirely clear. I have some poetic license with this.

With this in mind, have at it! ENJOY. 8D

Submit to Me - Part 1
-Quinntiany

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"KANDA! Don't do it!"

"Shut it, Moyashi," he replied bluntly. "She got herself into this and now I'm going through with her challenge. Me, submit to her…che, in her fucking dreams!"

Allen and the other exorcists had never seen Kanda this upset before. Sure, they've seen his bad side, but it was nothing like the pure distaste and seething hate that was emanating from him now. With his trusted Mugen clamped firmly in his hand he stalked away from the Black Order towards the woods, not stopping for anything.

Allen Walker followed him, Lavi behind him and Lenalee following closely behind. Kanda was on a rampage and God only knows what could happen if the wrong person stepped in front of him at the wrong time. Innocent people could get injured.

The female exorcist was the only one in the shadows about Kanda's unnatural hate. She jogged up to travel along side Lavi as the three of them nearly struggled to stay close to the Japanese man.

"Lavi, what's going on?" She was slightly concerned.

"You remember when we finished our last assignment and out of nowhere that weird chick showed up?" Lenalee nodded, remembering the woman with hair blacker than night and nearly as long as Kanda's, her skin almost glowing white, perfect in the moon like Allen's hair. The one-armed wrap she wore around her body flaunted the orange tribal tattoos on her left arm and shoulder as her flowing pants made her seeming menacing.

"What about her?"

"Apparently she and Kanda know each other," Lavi said. "There was a letter stuck on Kanda's door with a dagger saying 'yield' or something along those lines. Pissed him off and now we're chasing him."

Kanda had sped up his race away from their HQ in a larger rage. He had heard all Lavi had said to Lenalee, but he was in no mood to clarify things. Even if it was just him and Lenalee he wouldn't have told them the truth…

She had found him before he could find her.

And she wanted him to submit? No fucking way! He'd waited almost nine years for this day; no one was going to hold him back. The missions he dedicated himself to would wait, the others would have to leave him alone, though they didn't seem to get the message, and he would set things right this time.

"Come on, Kanda!" Allen pleaded again in vain. "Why now? We leave in two days for our next mission! You can't possibly go after a harmless girl! Have some respect for women!"

Kanda's full out run slid to a deadly stop as he turned and grabbed the young British exorcist by his throat. His eyes were full of anger, annoyance and small un-seeable amount of anxiety.

"You know not of what you speak, Moyashi," he growled before throwing the boy away from him. Lavi was just in time to catch his friend and help him up. They gathered their bearings but Kanda was already gone, having run off without another word and disappearing in the distance.

"I think we should leave him alone," Lavi suggested. He looked at Lenalee and Allen, both of them just nodding once, feeling defeated.

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There was a large clearing maybe seven or eight miles north-west of HQ that was the setting of a brutal fight with high leveled akuma nearly three months ago. The land was rocky and barren, looking more like the surface of the moon when it was close enough for detail. The air still rippled with power that was used, some dark matter still remaining, though not much to be of any concern.

Kanda took a slow step into the wasteland and looked around. Though rocky, it was low enough to see easily to the opposite side of the large circular previous warzone. Not much had changed, but there was one other inhabitant other then himself.

She stood on a rocky ledge, not too high up and nearly a hundred yards away. Her sleek body was outlined in the light of the moon and the stars on the cloudless night, a brisk wind blowing, rustling the leaves of the forest surrounding them. She looked at him with a gentle face, though in her eyes lay hidden a deeper intention, one not so comforting as her face. Kanda had nearly forgotten about her, but kept the memory enough to continue his search. He was annoyed that she found him instead of the other way around.

"You got my note."

Kanda nodded once, letting out a breath from his nose. His hand went to Mugen, which she noticed.

"Last offer," she said. "Submit and neither of us will get hurt."

Kanda snorted and began laughing, though it was void of any humor.

"You take me for a fool?" he asked, his calm façade returning. "I do not submit. It will be you who will bow before my feet, begging for their life." He pointed Mugen at her and glared, daring her to just rebuke him again.

She held her hands up, showing she was unarmed. He didn't believe her. He slid his fingers over the blade and whispered the activation spell for Mugen, making the blade glow blue in the night. He thrust the blade to the side and swung it in front of him, creating a silvery slash in the air.

"First Illusion: Hell's Insects!"

Seven demonic creatures sprouted from the opening and swarmed across the distance towards the woman. She stayed calm, watching them, counting the closing distance. When nearly to her, she arched her hands and brought them down in front of her, making her own cut that glowed red.

"Mystic's Might: Shooting Star!"

Hundreds of small white orbs came shooting from the cut in space and streamed across the distance and surrounded the seven demonic creatures Kanda has unleashed. He hesitated momentarily, unsure of this new power. His Illusions were consumed by the bright lights and they were all pulled back into the hole by her, the air closing, repairing the rip in space.

Kanda collected himself and snickered, closing his eyes and shaking his head. "Impressive, Akira," he said. "Apparently your powers have grown and you've mastered the Mystics as I have the Illusions. Seeing as no matter what Illusion I attack with, your Mystic will just consume them." He stepped forward into a battle stance, Mugen held like a regular sword near his head. "We shall battle the old fashioned way."

Akira held up her hands, red glitter remaining around her fingers. "Or you could just submit."

Kanda let out an angry scream and charged at the weaponless woman. His speed took her by surprise, nearly losing her chance to dodge Kanda's dangerous blow. She rolled on the ground to get away and jumped away once again as he brought his sword down to attempt at slicing her leg. The blade hit rock and shattered it.

Kanda didn't stop his torrent of attacks, continuing one after the other, all in vain. The closest he came to actually touching his target was managing to snatch part of the wrap around her body and ripping it with Mugen. She jumped out of the way to survey the damage. Kanda was miffed at not drawing any blood.

"That was a close one," she said. She ripped off the section that was destroyed, leaving a fair amount of midriff exposed.

Kanda hesitated once again at her exposed skin. His past memories of her were much different. She was a rough individual, very much a tomboy, and nearly cared naught for her appearance. She had undergone much physical work to have a body as she did now, which made sense.

Harnessing the powers of Illusions gave him a stronger body and mind in order to control them. It made sense that she, too, would tone her body from the physical strain the conjuring took. The more fit you were, the better and stronger your attacks. It dawned on his how long it had been since he'd last seen her.

Akira threw up her left hand, the tattoos glowing, and out from the air she pulled a katana similar to Mugen. She spun it around her as the light dissipated, the air shimmering with heat waves that reached over to him. He blinked, feeling the heat, and took a step back.

"G-wah? You mastered the elements?" He was in shock. It took one decades of dedicated training to master power such as that. It had to be a fallacy.

"Only in the minor sense," she corrected. "A perk to my 'doodling'."

Kanda's attention went to her arm, which he immediately recognized some of the ancient kanji for the elements; fire, water, earth and air. Despite her saying it was minor, he could sense a significant amount of energy coming from her that will indeed prove challenging to him. He focused on his target once again and shimmered out of sight.

Akira was shocked. She looked around, unknown to where Kanda could be hiding. She cursed herself for lagging in her concentration, knowing that he already had speed. She now knows the extent of his intuition. She was at a slight disadvantage. She wouldn't lose.

Kanda reappeared directed beside her. She turned when she heard his breathing and yelped in surprise. As she attempted to move out of the way, she felt a faint painful stab and slice in her right shoulder. Kanda had managed to cut her. She leaped away from him, kneeling down and turning her head to see her wound. The blood slowly soaked her skin down to her arm.

She looked up at him to find an almost egotistical smile on his face. This upset her. There was to be no more fooling around. Blood was drawn, and blood was going to paint the rocky wasteland.

She charged at him, almost a blur of red and white, as she collided swords with her foe. Kanda blocked her attack from taking off his head and pushed her back so he could lay on a few of his own attacks, all of which she missed save for one that nicked her left shoulder. It wasn't deep, but it bled again.

Annoyed now, she went into cheap shots. She dot close enough to him to easily kick him in the abdomen with her knee. As he doubled over, she knocked him hard on the base of his neck, making him dizzy. Seeing her dirty fighting, he decided it wouldn't hurt for some payback. He grabbed her behind her knee and flipped her onto her back, dragged her, and tossed her towards an upright slab of hard rock. She collided with it, the action resulting in the stone cracking.

She quickly recovered and pushed off the rock to launch herself at him. At her angle, she cut and sliced at his chest, doing enough damage to his clothes. The buttons of his coat were cut off and he discarded the article of clothing. He swung Mugen around and used both of his hands to bring it down in a frontal attack, grunting with the force which he dealt.

Akira nearly buckled under the pressure of his attack. She fell to one knee under immense power that he was putting forth. A gentle golden glow twisted around him, his hair flowing around in what seemed to be a light wind that she could not feel. The anger in his eyes turned to a victorious emotion that she saw and rebuked against.

He expected it. By now he had evaluated her fighting style. She would attack and feign backing off before she came into her next attack. As she pretended to retreat, he used that small window of opportunity to lurch forward and jab her in the stomach with the hilt of his weapon. Lost for breath, her grip loosened on her own sword. Kanda kicked it out of her hand and far away from them, where it combusted into nothing, since it had been separated from its power source.

Akira attempted to kick Kanda's legs out from under him to get the upper hand, but it was a futile move she failed to think through properly. He blocked her attack with his arms and tossed her against another slab of rock. This time it was hard enough for her to break right through it to the over side. She fell onto her back, thinking that she had to get up and get away. Kanda stepped over her, his feet on either side of her, and pointed Mugen at her throat.

"NO!" She pushed at his legs and slid out from under him. She turned onto her knees and was about to leap off into the forest when Kanda used his speed to get in her way. He brought Mugen down in another frontal attack and stopped it, bare threads away from slicing her head open right down the center.

She gasped but dared not to move. Both of her eyes were attracted to the glint of the silver blade, now going completely black. Her chest heaved from the shock as it ran out of her system, her body shaking and tired. To run away or attempt another attack would be insane and lowly. She was raised Japanese, raised with honor, and she knew better than to continue something she knew to be a completed ordeal.

"Submit." She looked up past the blade at Kanda's calm face and hard eyes. "Submit."

She closed her eyes and allowed her head to fall back, exposing her neck.

"I submit," she whispered hoarsely. "I submit to you, Kanda-sama."