A/N

So, this is my Noblesse fic. It is OC, so... Sorry. I just couldn't picture any of the female characters currently in the comic that would fit M-21.

Anyways, moving along.

Please don't flame. If you have nothing nice to say, don't say it. Unless I misspelled something...

Enjoy!

~Smo

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any characters from Noblesse. _ If I did, M21, Rai, and Takeo would be locked in my closet... ^_^

However, Kim An is my OC. I get her!

Chapter 1

The smells assaulted her nose as she walked down the bustling street. It all stank with burnt beef, dried fish, and overgrown-noodle soups. She dug her hands into her jean pockets, trying not to look as disgusted as she felt. These smells were going to take forever to wash out.

It had been three months. She had finally seen the blue sky, green grass, and over populated city three months ago. The first two were welcomed. The last one, not so welcome. Humans had caused this mess. Even before, they were like crammed insects on the Earth – a mess. They were too greedy and corrupt. The world wouldn't last much longer if they remained in control of it.

Shrugging her shoulders, she reminded herself that it wasn't her problem anymore. Since she was free, she would roam the world. She wanted to go everywhere, but most of all she wanted to return home. Once more, she snorted. "If I can find it again," she thought quietly.

Before she could do those things, she had one mission. She needed to find her other half. She needed to find the part that made her whole once more. She needed to figure out where her heart is.

"Ma'am?" A young boy asked running up to her. Dirt was splashed across his cheeks. He smelled like a box of urine and fecal matter. A gag rose in her throat as he held out his hand to beg for money. "Please, I need dinner."

"You need a whole lot more than dinner, kid," she grumbled out, stepping past him and sucking in her stomach to avoid any and all contact. Quickly, she picked up her speed as more kids began to trail behind her. "Get off me," she growled out, tossing them disgusted looks over her shoulders.

She turned into an alley. She released a sigh when she realized it went all the way through. The opposite end looked more pleased as well. It offered her a large wall, clean landscaping and a high-prices school.

Her steps echoed in the alley. The sounds came to a slow step when she reached the street. She reached into her back pocket, pulling the large map of the province out. She pressed it against the nearest wall, eying the red circles that were in four locations on said map. Three of them had been crossed out in blue ink, which meant this was her last hope.

After being tossed into a kennel that wouldn't even fit a chihuahua, she had been thrown into a laboratory. Instantly, she'd gone to experiment town. They had taken so many samples, until she was starving for food, thirsting for water and light-headed from lack of blood. Then, they had simply knocked her out. When she had awoken, she was in a mass grave, surrounded by a pile of bodies.

It had been odd though. There had been so many lifeless forms around her, yet, she couldn't remember ever seeing more than two or three doctors in the large room she had been concealed in. She didn't even know there were more subjects being slowly tortured.

Quickly, she shook her head and gave herself a small pep-talk. "Kim, you got one more to go." The statement gave her a new sense of motivation. She felt rejuvenated. Quickly, she made her way for the building that had been shut down only a few nights ago. Strangely, no one was allowed to enter it and the excuse the law enforcement and media were giving was completely and utter bullshit. She shook her head as she looked down at the map while continuing to walk. Humans, they couldn't get anymore corrupt.

In her opinion, the masses should have revolted by now. They were just being manipulated by their greedy government. However, they didn't. They walked around from their jobs to their houses like mindless zombies. A small laugh here and there, but other than that, there was no cause for celebration. Kim shook her head. They were such simple and stupid beings.

She turned left at the edge of the street when the light allowed her too. Then, she stared up at the building. Yellow tape was marked across the doors. It was odd though. From the looks of it, the tape had been broken and then retied. She shook the doors, grimacing when they held firmly together. Who locks corporate buildings? She thought angrily as she took a few steps back and looked up at it. There were a few broken windows. Those would have to be her entrance.

Hastily, she walked around the building and spotted a diamond-linked fence. She took a deep breath, holding it as she pressed her foot against the wall beside it and hopped up onto the top of it. She grabbed hold of the molding on the edge of the building. Groaning, she pulled herself up.

Pain shot through her. Sharp, stabbing, attacks of hot searing pain slammed into her chest as she rolled into the open window. She cried out in agony, bowing her head back. Her hand came up, only to slam back down against the floor in frustration. She was so pathetic now. She couldn't even climb into a window without having some sort of episode.

"Hello?" A voice called out. Her eyes widened. She dragged her throbbing body underneath a desk within a small cubicle. "I don't see anyone. It was probably from the outside," the man explained with a grunt.

Kim winced. There was no way she would survive if she had to get into a fight with these. If they were enhanced humans. She couldn't even fight a third grader in this condition. Maybe, this was how it felt to be old. Silently, she rolled on her stomach and peered beneath the desk in the small gap between the wood and the floor. She saw three pairs of shoes.

"Nothing's here," they grumbled. "It looks like everything was destroyed," they added. This guy looked to be the Captain of the group, not that she could see his face. She took another breath when she felt her heartbeat threaten to increase. No, she couldn't be scared. Being scared meant dying a slow and painful death. She slowly began to crawl backwards towards the window when they left the room.

If they said nothing was here, than they were probably right. It mean that the doctors had probably purged everything, or the research was compromised somehow. The dead bodies would be nothing but a tub of ash by now. Her legs felt the edge of the window she'd crawled in from. Slowly, she lowered herself back down on the gate, ignoring the small throbbing that still lurked in her chest.

Her heart wasn't made for this. This weakened state she was in was all because of them. The doctors and scientists that gave up ethical reasonings to find raw, unharnessed powers. Shaking her head, she tried to ignore the sudden disgust she felt as she dug her hands back into her pockets and walked back onto the street casually. She saw a small arcade around the corner.

If she laid low over there, maybe she could catch a glimpse of the three who were in there. Nodding her head, she jogged across the street, ignoring the honks of cars as they hit the brakes. "Move it!" They shouted.

It didn't matter if she were hit. Death would be welcoming if she didn't find what she was looking for. She could not fail this mission, even if she died trying. "Stop it," she heard a boy shout. His glasses fell on the tip of his nose as a red-haired kid began to ruffle his hair.

Ignoring the affectionate display, she leaned against the side of the door, propping one foot up and pressing it against the wall behind her. She crossed her arms over her breasts, watching the door like a hawk. They wouldn't get away from her.

Minutes turned into hours. More students were beginning to walk past her and she heard the faint sound of a bell ringing. Maybe, the other two students had simple ditched class. Who cared? Her mind was focused on other, more important things.

Something thudded in her ears, a far away echo of a heart murmur. Her eyes narrowed. Was this another hallucination? She had gone through many hallucinations where she heard the beating of her heart, but could never locate the source after only one beat.

The sound repeated, and her breath began to speed up with excitement. She inhaled the air, taking in the scents. Once more, the sound repeated. This time, it sounded further away. Quickly, she turned the corner, forgetting about the three people that walked from the research facility. They were no longer her priority.

Her pace sped up. She felt her chest begin to tighten painfully as the adrenaline increased. She forced herself to relax, even though all she wanted to do was sprint and claim what was rightfully hers. Once more, another sound of the beat came into her ears. This was definitely real.

She remembered the difference between the hearts. Her beat was thick, almost like a full bass drum. It was slower, hollower, and quite bigger. She turned a corner. Her eyes scanning it frantically in search of any ambulance, or cooler. It was probably being transported on ice or something.

The same group from the arcade blew past her. This time, two girls stood beside them. It wasn't them. She saw a large, white van. That could be it. Her fast walk turned into a job as she peered into the passenger window. The sound happened once more.

She groaned when it didn't come from the van. "Where is it!" She whispered harshly, flicking her head in a way that swept the brown bangs off her face. "This is ridiculous," she added angrily.

Then, it happened again. It was so close to her that the mere sound sent a shiver of happiness near her. She turned on her heel as a man walked by. It was still beating, rhythmically. Her heart was still working. Unfortunately, it wasn't beating within her.

"Who are you?" She growled out threateningly.

The man looked up at her. Instantly, she was taken by surprise. The dull, gray eyes regarded her with a cold, yet calculating look. The scar that ran vertically across the side of his mouth told her that this was no average human being. He had been there. They had given him something that wasn't his.

"Who wants to know?" He retorted quietly, with a sneer on his lips. The beat sounded. It caused her to gasp at the sudden memories that flashed through her. This was hers. It didn't belong there.

"Listen buddy, I don't want to waste time on little introductions. You have something that I want," she grumbled, pointing a finger at his chest. "My heart."

For a moment, he blinked, somewhat stunned at the woman. He knew that girls all over school were 'crushing' on him, according to Ik-Han. Maybe, this was an older student confessing her no longer containable love for him. He sighed, reaching up to rub at his temples. Frankenstein had warned him against such advances. "Listen, whoever you are, it is completely inappropriate to carry on a relationship with me."

"R-Relationship?" The woman repeated. Her nose scrunched up, and she folded her arms over her chest and leaned back as if she was insulted over such an idea. "You're joking right? You have my heart. The muscle that beats within your chest is mine."

She watched the information slowly sink in. The man faltered backward for a moment, before taking up a defensive stance. "What are you talking about?" He grumbled, but she saw a cautious look filter through his eyes. He was still examining her, trying to figure out who she was and what she knew. She scoffed.

During that small, window of opportunity, she attacked. Quickly, with a stealth she had earned from years of hunting, her claws penetrated his chest. Fingers wrapped around her wrist. Only her first knuckles had broken through the skin. He let out a grunt, his eyes narrowing on hers.

"Let me have it!" She cried out in frustration. The entire time she thought it was dead in some lifeless body, or being studied and kept on ice. Never, did she expect to find it in a human being. There was no way she would get it back. Frustration boiled over. "You stole it! It's not yours!" She cried out, attempting to slam her other hand against his chest.

He grabbed it easily, using her strength again. "What are you talking about?" He asked dangerously low, as if he was just now realizing she wasn't ordinary.

"You have my heart, cardia, corazon, ticker. You took it without my permission, and I want it back," she sobbed out, trying to get her claws into his chest once more. It didn't work. The body she was in now was too weak. Already, the heart within her was threatening to stop. The small heart within her couldn't handle the body. It strained to appease her strength.

Rage swept through her. Those bastards had taken her heart, and given it to some enhanced human. With a growl, she jumped for him. It caught him by surprise as her nails grew. She ignored the pain that erupted in her own chest. She clawed at the jacket he wore.

It fell to the ground in tatters. Before she could make another attempt, he flashed behind her. A sneer hit her face. She was allowing him to move that fast. He was taking over her abilities. "Y-You monster!" She cried out as sadness and anger filtered into one ugly emotion.

Something flashed in the gray depths of his eyes. Did the insult anger him? "Who are you?" He repeated, eying the kids that were now looking at him with worry. He gestured for them to keep going, nodding with his head.

Once more, she tried to take the opening. Yet, one again, he grabbed her hand. "Stop it," he warned, even as she saw him contemplate his next step. "You're lying," he accused her.

"I-I'm not lying," she growled. "How could you even think that of me? What kind of lie is this?" She ranted, but began to feel faint when the heart within began to freeze up. Quickly, she took a few steps back, leaning against the white van and clutching her chest. This is disgraceful, she sobbed inwardly, leaning over the hood of the car as the heart began to convulse. Her teeth clenched tightly together.

"Who are you?" The man asked once more. Her eyes closed tightly, forcing out a few tears that had gathered in the corner. Pain, all she could think of was the pain.

"Shut up," she whimpered. He needed to be quiet, if only for a moment. Better yet, what if he just killed her? The mission had failed in the worst way possible already. A small voice in the back of her head screamed at her for feeling so defeated. This was her heart.

"Where are they? Where are the doctors that did this to you?" She asked quietly, feeling the heart within her begin to slow down. Murmurs of pain still throbbed, but it was bearable. "Tell me!" She shouted, causing several students that were walking on the street to begin to job by them in fear.

"I'm not in the organization, not anymore," he told her. His eyes traveled over her body. The jeans she wore were stained, the loose tank top was too baggy. She as tall for a girl, and the mousy brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun. He couldn't feel anything inhuman about her.

If she were a werewolf, wouldn't there be some kind of smell? Maybe, she would have a different aura. This human stood in front of him with nothing but her words. For him, M-21, that wasn't enough. "Leave," he grumbled, turning around and beginning to walk.

"Y-You still don't believe me?" The words were soaked in absolute anguish. Maybe, she had aced acting in her drama class. He heart the trail of her footsteps behind him, but she was at a safe distance. He could easily counter one of her human attacks.

Was it wise to let her follow him? What if she was still in the organization? The questions quick rose in his mind. He stopped, turning around quickly when he was only one block from the large house. "Go away. Leave," he demanded.

Anger flashed through her eyes. "No," she whispered quietly. "I-I don't know what I will do, but I will get my heart back," she grumbled.

"It's not yours," he called out over his. "It is mine. You have no idea what you're talking about," he explained. He pointed behind her and with a cold glare, repeated, "Go."

Hurt filled her eyes. Then, annoyance. "If I prove it, what will you do with me?" She asked. Even she didn't know if it was a bluff. She could attempt to show him her true self, but would the heart currently residing below her breast handle it? She hoped he carried a portable defibrillator.

"If you're telling the truth, you can come inside my home," he grumbled, folding his arms across his chest and raising a curious brow. Still, the cold glare was anything but inviting. "Depending on if the proof is useful," he added.

Sighing, she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. To be honest, she couldn't do it. There was no way she could actually show proof. She could do a half-transformation, but it would make her look like an enhanced human. The blood that pumped through her veins was her proof, but it's not like he could run a test quickly. It left one, little attempt.

"Ready?" She whispered, shaking her arms as if she were warming up. She peered through one eye, and saw a look of pathetic amusement in his eyes. He really didn't believe her. In fact, he refused to believe her.

She took in a breath, and jumped. It knocked him effectively to the ground, but quickly he rolled over, jumped up, and pressed his foot against her chest. "For a werewolf, you really are pathetic," he added.

Pain. Hurt. It was going to be her new life. She growled, "Y-you are a bastard. You're just like them. Toying with people, not believing their pleas. You probably know that it's my heart and just don't want to admit it."

Rage filled him at the rude comparison. He began to lean weight on his foot for an attack. "M-21, what are you doing?" The voice called from down the street. It was from the balcony. He winced, looking up at the owner. He was standing their with a knowing smile on his face. "Why are you hurting that woman?" He asked.

"F-Frankenstein?" The name came off her lips in shock and awe. The blond locks and narrow eyes were ones she could never think of forgetting. She had only met him once, but the power he held was extraordinary.

"Oh? Do I know you?" He asked. She saw him squint his eyes from the distance. A snarl escaped her in frustration. Were they all so infuriating?

"It's me!" She screamed. "Kim An Evgenii!" Throwing a fit, she raised her arms and slammed them back on the ground. "Why won't anyone believe me?" She growled out angrily, pushing the foot off her chest and sitting up. Then, it clued in on her. "I-It was you, Frankenstein? You did this to me? It wasn't the organization?"

She knew Frankenstein was more than capable of a heart transplant. She also knew that, after the last visit, he was thoroughly pleased with the strength she and her Uncle had shown. The last two remaining from the Evgenii clan. Still, the betrayal would be unwise of him.

"What did I do?" Frankenstein muttered with a suddenly cool gaze. "M-21, bring her inside," he muttered, disappearing off the balcony.

The man above her stared down his nose at her. Quietly, with what was left of her dignity, she stood up and began to walk towards the house, huffing when he attempted to grab her arm. "Don't be stupid," she cursed.