A/N: There is never enough space to put a summary on the outside... Anyway, here it is:

Kanda Yu has disappeared. He's been out of contact for more than a week. If it were only two or three days, it wouldn't worry Komui or the others. He was sent in search of an Innocence, was scheduled to meet up with the Finders near the small town of Ravenna, Italy. By the time he got there, however, the Finders were dead, and no one knew where the Innocence was anymore. Kanda was attacked, and wounded badly. He collapsed in the snow, where an unknown girl found him. What he doesn't know, or even begin to suspect, is that she is a Noah. The fifteenth to be exact, and she harbors the love and compassion of Noah. And the Earl's looking for a reason to get rid of her. Will Kanda become his excuse to kill her?

I know this may not sound overly interesting, but I swear, I've had this idea for a long time, and I want to get it out there. Enjoy!

Prologue

The darkness was overwhelming. Silence surrounded everything, a hush falling over the snow-covered world. The snow was white, crisp. Still falling, it swathed the earth in various shades of grey. Cutting through, with mounds of snow piled on either side, was an abandoned road, deeply rutted with wagon tracks. The colorless cold penetrated everything, paving the path with invisible ice. Walking would be treacherous, running deadly. There was no moon in the sky, leaving the landscape in near-darkness; the only light a sad one from the glimmering stars above. A gust of wind passed, shaking the boughs of any near-by trees gently, creating a small tinkling that could be heard throughout the countryside. There wasn't even anything remotely near this place; not a town, not even a small house or farm. Nothing that even hinted at civilization, save one old and broken wagon that rested dejectedly in the snow that bordered the road.

Though the road was supposed to be abandoned, a solitary shape passed through, giving the world around it a momentary flash of color. It was moving quickly, a dangerous action, given the condition of the road, letting nothing hinder it. It stepped over fallen branches, kept clear of the ruts in the trail, never once slipping on the icy ground. Short, with a head hidden from view by a large hood pulled low, the silhouette was indistinct. It was androgynous, neither obviously male nor female, with a stiff walk, as though it had been traveling for hours, possibly even days. The figure stopped suddenly, as if sensing something. Or perhaps someone. But, that wasn't possible. This way was meant to be abandoned, not used frequently. That was why the shadowy shape had chosen it. The person threw back its hood, revealing a feminine face surrounded by cropped white hair. The figure brushed her long bangs to the side, revealing black eyes. On closer inspection, they would be revealed as being a very deep purple. The eyes scanned the ground around the girl, searching for whatever had disturbed her. Finally she found it.

It was an indistinct shape rising out of the fallen snow that lined the ground. The girl on the road eyed it suspiciously, thinking that it was maybe one of the Earl's underlings, and if it was, she was in big trouble. Cautiously, she crept forward, her feet not making a single track as she stepped off of the trail and onto the pristine snow. As she approached the shape in the snow, the girl took on a more defensive stance. Until, at least, she realized that it was actually a normal human. Maybe "normal" wasn't exactly the right word to use. It was a male in his late teens, with long, deep blue hair. His eyes were closed, and he was covered in lacerations and blood, his own, presumably. In his right hand, he held the hilt to a broken katana, the blade in several different pieces in the snow around him. The girl crouched down, and held her hand to his face, ascertaining that the youth was still breathing. Her breath puffed out with each exhale, leaving the air in front of her a sparkling white. His breath didn't. She simply rested her hand against his face, his skin colder than even the tips of her fingers. She reached for one of the blade shards, but the moment her fingers brushed the freezing metal, the girl gasped in pain. It wasn't from the cold, but from what the weapon was made from. She hissed a single word under her breath, spitting it out as though it were poison.

"Innocence."

He was an exorcist, and an almost dead one at that. It would be easy to leave him there, to walk away and forget about him. And yet, she could not. He may be her sworn enemy, her greatest foe, but she could not leave him to die. It just wasn't in her nature. In fact, it was the one thing that was against who she truly was. The girl threw a quick glance around her, fearing that one of the earl's minions would set upon her the second she reached forward to help the exorcist. Seeing no one, however, the girl leaned forward to pick the man off the ground. She did so easily, and turned back the way she came. She had somewhere she was supposed to be soon, but she would blow it off for him, for this exorcist whom she's never before met.

The Earl could wait.

A/N: So... How'd you like it? I had a lot of fun writing this, and I live off of reviews. So, please, feed my addiction. I read every one that I get, and make a point to think about how to incorporate any ideas given to me. Thank you!

~Yuki