AN: Okay so this is my first CANAAN fic. I absolutely love this anime and all the things I can get out of it, so I'm really looking forward to this. And since I'm stuck on my other works in progress, I thought it would be a good idea to try something else.

So to start off I should give readers a few warnings. First, this is a yuri, (though I don't really see what else you could be expecting from this anime, honestly). Sexual situations and some violent scenarios may change the rating of this story in the future. There will also most likely be a bit of language, so if any of this is offensive to you, I advise picking a different story. For the rest of you I hope you enjoy this fan fiction and I'd appreciate some reviews maybe?

Thanks and enjoy!

I really missed this.

Guns went off all around me. The building was flooded with soldiers as my men used their brand new toys. An explosion went off in the west wing and I could hear sirens in the distance. In just a few more minutes we would be completely surrounded, but that didn't matter. Our escape didn't involve the cars parked outside. A chopper would arrive any second now.

It wouldn't be long now.

It had been at least two years since I had done anything this fun. After dropping into a massive canyon I thought it was better that everyone just assumed that I was dead. But, as I had thought, I couldn't just sit in the shadows. I had to be part of the action. I had to smell the scent of gunpowder and feel the force behind firing a gun again. So today was my gran resurrection. It seemed fitting, in my opinion, to start off by stealing military weapons from that organization that was always getting in my way. I even smiled at the camera a few times. It was stupid, but I didn't care. Honestly I was just hoping that they would send someone to try and stop me.

Hopefully they would send her.

"Alphard Al Sheya!" a voice called. I turned, but the person that appeared before me was not the one I was hoping to see.

"Natsume, right? Long time no see," I grinned.

"How's that arm treating you?" the woman inquired, adjusting her glasses.

I waved, moving all my fingers. "Good as new. It's amazing what doctors can do these days, am I right?" The woman did not seem amused. "I think the person there at the time would appreciate my humor better." I added.

"She's no longer under our employment."

That made me frown. "Why not? Things were so much more fun with her around. And she was just starting to make things challenging, too."

At this Natsume looked genuinely surprised. "You don't know, do you?"

I would have asked what she meant, but suddenly my attention was drawn to something else, entirely. People were shouting, but it wasn't the sort of scream you'd hear from a man getting shot. It was a long, agonized scream. I looked up, searching for the source, but whatever was attacking couldn't be seen through the smoke. It wasn't just attacking my men, either. It struck anything it came into contact with, terrorist or not.

"Alphard, I'm not here to stop you!" Natsume shouted, quickly. "I'm here to stop her!"

I saw the flash of red before anything else. In the split second that I had to step back she stood right in front of me. I ducked down as her leg swung around, but she was already prepared for my counter. Pushing up she swung around me, using my shoulder as a base to force her further into the air. Her landing was almost completely silent, and her feet barely touched the ground before she was rushing in for another attack.

This wasn't right.

"Did you miss me?" I taunted, but in truth I was struggling to keep up. Her speed had always been something to look out for, but this wasn't the same. Something about the way she moved wasn't quite… human. And her eyes… Her eyes were what had changed the most. Even burning with that red fire her eyes were unnaturally cold. It wasn't like that day on the train, though. I did not fear this gaze, for it didn't see me. It didn't seem to see anything.

"That day something happened!" Natsume shouted from where she stood. "She's not human, Alphard!"

"Don't give me that crap!" I snapped, landing a kick finally. My attacker flew back, but simply got to her feet again. I drew my gun, but she didn't even vary her path. "Don't screw with me," I growled. "I'm not interested in fighting anyone but Canaan!"

The white-haired assassin stopped dead in her tracks, her head just an inch or so away from the barrel of my gun. Her eyes widened, and for the first time since she had arrived she seemed to actually see. She stared at me and I could see her brain trying to make sense of it all.

"Alphard…"

"Alphard-sama!" a voice shouted. Canaan grabbed my shoulder, pushing me back just as a lone gunshot rang through the air. I felt the blood splash onto my clothes, but it was not mine. Canaan turned, pulling one of many knives from her belt and flinging it up at the sniper. She missed and he fired again. The bullet tore through her stomach this time, and she fell back.

It was instinct that made me catch the assassin. I hooked a strong grip around her waist with one arm while taking out the sniper with a single shot. The police were finally coming in and I had a feeling more men like that one were still hanging around. Canaan was unconscious, blood gushing from her stomach and back.

"Alphard-sama!" one of my men called. I threw him my gun, scooping Canaan into my arms. He stared at me, but I ignored him. I didn't know what the hell was going on anymore, but something wasn't right and this brat was the only one I had any hopes of getting answers out of.

We made it out without much trouble once reaching the chopper. All of my men were thinking the same thing, but they wouldn't dare question why I had brought along an extra body. They simply made sure she wouldn't bleed to death before we got back to base and shut the hell up, leaving her to lay on the seat with her head in my lap.

We reached base in a little under an hour. Aside from a few unexpected injuries caused by a certain out-of-control bounty hunter, the mission was a success. Most of my men went to move the spoils of battle to a more secure location, but Bo, my new right-hand man, was reluctant to leave my side. I didn't mind as much, since it was him. He wasn't as obsessive as Liang Qi had been.

"Alphard-sama, is this really wise?" the massive man inquired, hesitantly. "I do not mean to question you, but is it really alright to bring this woman into our base? She is working for the enemy, after all."

"A couple of years ago I would have agreed with you." I replied. "But this girl won't kill me."

"But how can you be sure?" he asked.

I sighed, letting him fall a few paces behind me. "Because she's the only person who has ever wanted me to live," I answered. Bo couldn't argue with that, having been one of only a handful of people left from the original Snakes. He just rolled his eyes and turned around, barking orders to someone lingering a bit too close behind us.

Knowing Bo wouldn't let anyone intrude on my personal affairs, I carried the still unconscious Canaan into my private rooms, setting her down on the large sofa there. I took a seat in a chair at her feet, cleaning my gun. In the silence my thoughts began to wonder and I could feel my own frown sinking in as I went through the events of this evening.

None of it made sense. Natsume had been trying to warn me about something. She said that she was there to stop Canaan. She sad that something had changed, that she wasn't human anymore. And, seeing how she fought, I almost believed it. No one was supposed to be able to move like that. Not even Canaan should have been able to fight without feeling. And then she just changed. It was like, just before she said my name, I hadn't been fighting her at all. And then she took a bullet for me and suddenly she was just as much an enemy as I was. Changing sides like that wasn't really her style, though, was it? Something must have changed, and the more I thought about it the more I believed that Canaan had never really wanted to fight me in the first place. I mean, even if she was confused, she wouldn't have just stood there. I could have blown her brains out.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked, letting my eyes fall on Canaan's still sleeping form. I didn't really know what I was expecting from her. Even for the great and powerful synesthesiast taking two bullets like that would take its toll.

"Dumbass," I huffed.

AN: So this is the first chapter. You like it? Reviews would be lovely (cough, cough, hint, hint). This chapter was kinda short but the next one will definitely be longer. See ya soon!