This is my first try at a D. Gray-Man fanfiction! Criticism is welcomed, as long as it's given in a constructive way. This IS a prologue, so the next chapter will be MUCH longer. Speaking of next chapter, it'll be out in about three days. Hopefully, if I'm not dead by then. ;D University exams. Whee!

ALSO: The rating, for now, will be T, but it can and will change. Eventually.

Disclaimer: D. Gray-Man is owned by Katsura Hoshino. Not me. Which makes me sad.

Black Hearts and Battle Scars

Prologue

Pain.

I looked down at the bloody mess that was my torso, as white-hot agony seared through my being.

Fear.

My chest heaved up and down as I looked up at the tall figure that stood before me.

'Am I going to die?'

Anger.

I wanted to kill the dark-skinned man before me, to wipe that wide, maniacal grin off his face.

Hate.

I hated everything about him. How devilishly handsome he was. The black stigmata on his forehead. His fine tailored suit. The red on his gloves.

But most of all...

I hated how I didn't see what he really was before it was too late.

Noah.

'I hate you..'

My world went black.

'W... Where am I?'

I could hear voices all around.

"We're losing her!"

Sobbing, "A-Andy... Andy!"

A firm, yet kind, voice, "Komui, get her out of here!"

The sobbing fell sounded further and further away until I couldn't hear it anymore, an anguished scream was coming from somewhere in the room.

'Is that me?'

"Andrea, stay with us."

More screaming.

"Get me ten milligrams of..."

My world was plunged into darkness once more.

People were moving around in the room I was in; along with some beeping, and the steady thumping of my own heart. My entire body felt numb. I couldn't remember much about what had happened to me, only that it I was lucky to be alive. I faintly remembered something about an evil grin and beautiful golden eyes.

Golden...

Noah.

I gasped, and my eyes flew open. I tried sitting up, but white-hot pain stabbed me in the chest. A groan escaped my lips as I flopped weakly back into my bed, my vision swimming. The people who were in the room with me stopped talking, and I could hear a familiar voice. "G-get the head nurse! Andrea's awake!"

I closed my eyes, and focused on my breathing, trying to ignore the pain in my chest. I could hear the clicking of heels on the floor of the infirmary, as the stern-looking head nurse hurried over to my bed. I could hear her fiddling with something on a tray next to my bed, "Are you in pain?" she asked, and I nodded.

I couldn't see what see was doing, but I honestly didn't care. I felt a slight sting on the inside of my right elbow, and instant relief flooded my veins. "Th.. Thank you.." I murmured, feeling fuzzy.

I could hear a slight chuckle, and a hand ran its way through my hair. "You're welcome, child. Now rest."

I nodded, and was out within minutes.

I could hear the rhythmic beeping of the heart-monitor next to me, and I opened my eyes. The white ceiling of the infirmary stared back down at me, and the scent of disinfectant filled my nose. I turned my head to the side, feeling a pressure on my right hand. A bundled mass of white fabric sat next to my bed, breathing softly. A few tendrils of dark hair stuck out from underneath the fabric, and a slender hand clutched mine. The mass appeared to be asleep.

I turned by head back so that I was staring back up at the ceiling. I could feel the steady pulse of discomfort resonating from my chest, my left arm, and my right leg. As I closed my eyes, fragments of that night flashed in my mind's eye, and the pain intensified momentarily.

I must have made some sort of sound, because the mass to my right shifted, and groaned softly. A head popped up from underneath the white fabric- blanket, I told myself- revealing a head full of tousled black hair, that of which had a green-ish tint. Two violet eyes fluttered open, and came to rest on me, and her expression was dazed. Of course she would be dazed. She just woke up.

The teenage girl that sat next to my bed, also known as Lenalee Lee, blinked owlishly, and then a delighted smile spread across her face, "You're awake!" She moved to hug me, but paused, as she looked down at my abdomen. The Chinese teen settled for pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, "I'm glad you're alright, Andrea."

I was too.

I sniffled softly, and my eyes started stinging horribly. Was I.. crying? I lifted a hand to my face, and touched my fingers to the corner of my eyes. I blinked when they came away wet. Why was I crying? Lenalee gasped softly at my tears, and carefully wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "It's okay, Andy. You're safe now."

Was I crying because I was scared?

The Chinese girl held me close, and the stinging sensation behind my eyes intensified. I lifted my right arm, and slung it around her shoulders, clutching her as tightly as I would dare to me. A sob escaped my throat, as I buried my face in her shoulder.

I was scared. But I was alive.

I survived.