Disclaimer: I don't own D-Gray Man, Hoshino Katsura does.

Even the main OC, Han Naan. She belongs to my BFF – PrincessWindNight. Maybe my OC/s will appear, but all OC/s now belong my BFF.

Well, it doesn't break the rule of this site, does it?

A/N: Co-written with PrincessWindNight, this story about LavixOC.

English is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me for any mistakes or confusion.

Prologue.

She was standing in front of a tombstone. She must have been staring at this for a while as if waiting for some miracle would happen.

Slowly, the dark blue hair girl raised her small hands to touch the cold grave. Ironically, she was even colder than it. The letter in surface was clear, which made her more mournful. Lia Krawler was sleeping here. Her mother. The stupid woman who was fooled by a guy so easily, too much that she even married him. And finally, who was he? A traitor, a heartless bastard, who used his child against his wife.

Han Naan wanted to cry, but no tears left. She wanted to yell, to shout, to destroy him, which she had already did, right before her mother's eyes.

Lia, with her last strength, had gone to Italia. And died here.

Naan just couldn't cry. She wondered if she had blood in her vein too.

A simple adjective appeared in her mind: cold. Her hands were cold. Her body was cold. Her heart was cold.

What was that thing called? Ah, Innocence. Because of that thing, the eight years old girl couldn't see her mother again. She closed her eyes, recalled her mother's words in her head.

A shadow slowly approached her from behind, she didn't bother to react. If this person wanted to harm her, he or she wouldn't be able to do that. Nothing happened, she wasn't surprised. He didn't bother to look at her either. The man walked past Naan as his red hair moved with the cold wind. He sat down in front of the grave, took a bottle of red wine out of his suitcase. He wore a strange mask which covered half of his face. To her hidden surprise, his clothes reminded her of some vague memories. She had seen it somewhere before.

All of suddenly, he asked:

"Won't you sit?"

Naan instantly looked around, found nothing than herself and him. Of course, no one visited graveyard at that time because it is getting colder and darker. He continued:

"Yes you, girl. Just so you know, I'm Lia's friend."

"Mom's friend?" She asked, feeling stupid. That made no sense. Her mother had many friends, but she had never seen him before. She bit her lips. Maybe she didn't know her own mother well as she had thought.

She sighed, took a seat beside him wordlessly. He sipped his wine in silence. After a while, he commented:

"So, she actually got married. I thought she was just kidding. Getting married when she even couldn't make sure that she would be safe. I forgot how stubborn in nature she was."

"How can you know that her grave is here?" Being unable to stop herself, Naan asked.

"Because you do look like her." He replied. "I guess she never mentioned me to you, right?" He lightly chuckled. "How cold…" His chuckle turned into a bitter smile. "If she had asked for my help once…"

If she had asked for his help once, she might have been saved. She could continued to live.

"She still died, after all." Naan answered him dryly.

"Yes. Unfortunately, though I know she couldn't anymore, I still love drinking with her." With that, he poured the glass of wine to the ground. "She is a good friend to hang out with when I feel boring."

Naan remained silent, listening to him. But he just turned to her:

"What is your name?"

She replied hesitantly:

"Naan…"

"Your last name?"

She clenched her fist so that her knuckled turned white. He seemed to notice that:

"Relax, girl."

"I hate that name."

"Don't." She looked at him darkly. "Your father is a fool, but you have to use that last name. Do you know why?" Slowly, she shook her head. "Because it will remind you of your pain. With your pain, you will be stronger."

His words struck her. Lia's last words. "Don't be afraid of hurting, dear. You will be strong. You have to be strong."

The words had escaped from her lips before she realized it.

"Han Naan."

"My name is Cross Marian. I'm here to help you."

And Naan suddenly remembered. His coat as the same as her mother's. Rose Cross of Vatican on shoulder... with silver trimming. The only difference was his had golden trimming.

Because she remembered other things as well, that man's word.

Exorcist.

I know it's short, but it is prologue. I think I made it impressive enough. I did my best for one who doesn't use English as her mother tongue.

While I was writing, I remembered that General Cross hated his clothers being got dirty. And what did I do? Make him sit on the ground before a grave.

He loves wine, and I made him pour his wine to the ground.

What kind of author am I?

Anyways, for people who read it, why don't you leave a review?

Once again, I beg for mercy about my very bad English.

~~~Yvi~~~