HerpDerpYerp I'm back!

Really sorry about not updating.. Here is my reason:

I HATE ISTEP!

And the Placement Exam. And finals. AND just about every other test I have had to study for in the past few weeks. Jeez teachers, let up!

Enough ranting about that: ever since I uploaded the last chapter, I've been having weird dreams, and Mizuki is in them. Let's just say she's not happy about losing her eyes. Here is one of the dreams:

Me: *sitting in the Black Order's library, all by myself*

Mizuki: *appears out of nowhere next to me. There is no cover over her empty eye sockets*

Me: … Hi?

Mizuki*staring at me*

Me: O_O

Mizuki: . . . . .

Me: Um, can you stop staring please?

Mizuki: *staring*

Me: With those empty eye sockets, it makes me uncomfortable.

Mizuki: *staring*

Me: Are you trying to give me the death stare?

Mizuki: *staring*

Me: Yo, Luna-kun. Answer me. *snaps fingers in her face*

Mizuki: *staring*

Me: -_- Me outtie. *leaves*

She is really mad.

Well, this chapter will be better, and there will be no deaths, I don't think. Oh well, we will have to wait and see.

I don't own D Gray Man.

Kanda

The atmosphere in the Black Order Headquarters was tainted with rancor the exact second Kanda Yu strode through the door. His normally smooth face was creased with lines of anger; his eyes had an unusual amount of acrimony swimming within them. He was so angry that he had barely heard his female companion, Annie Walker, call out to him. Instead of heeding to his senses, the rare event occurred of him simply ignoring them and continuing with his desire.

Anyone in the hallways, whether they be Finder, Exorcist, or Scientist, instantly removed themselves from the corridors the moment they glanced upon Kanda's face. They shut themselves behind unfamiliar closed doors and ducked away in dark halls, just to avoid the possibility of death by the man's hands, which Kanda was more than happy to grant. Due to his uncontrollable emotions at that moment, he felt like he could crack a few heads open, and still have the malice to murder Allen.

Allen, oh that bean sprout! He had the simple task of helping an older man, one of their very Generals, and yet he failed even at that. Moreover, he let young Mizuki get harmed as well, leaving her and General Yeager alone, and allowing them to be attacked by the Clan of Noah. Kanda thought that it was even worse for his look-alike, because she would have to live with it. She was so young, had only come to the Order a week ago. It had been such an unfortunate, discouraging accident, especially when it was a Noah who had done it. The chilling words that the child had said upon the moments of General Yeager's death had reached the Japanese man, and it was as if she had gone through a change in character.

More rage filled his person as his thoughts wandered to just how badly the child had been hurt. One terrifying image consumed his mind: a small, shrunken girl, with long black hair that over flowed the floor, whimpering in the corner of a white, padded cell. All over the walls were unintelligible words splattered to the walls with what Kanda was sickly aware to be blood. The girl turned to him, and in the sockets of her face, there were the bloody, destroyed remains of her once beautiful eyes. . .

Wait, beautiful? Abruptly, Kanda ceased his march and stood in the center of the hallway, the invisible cloud of hate gently dwindling from him. Kanda focused more on the image of the blind, broke girl. It was not a mirage he had just conjured up from his mind. No, this was an altered scene from one of the nightmares he had been plagued with not too long ago. They were all portraying that pale, black-haired girl in some sort of pain, and him coming to her aid. The odd thing was, he remembered that she had a face, and that she could speak. And yet, he could never remember the color of her eyes or the shape of her face. The memory of the sound of her voice had dissipated to little more than nothing. Kanda was growing very frustrated with the dreams of the almost spirit-like child. For a while, he had briefly wondered if a poltergeist was contacting him, but the immediately dismissed the thought. He had been traveling abroad, and yet the dreams continued to haunt him. It was extremely rare for only one person to experience the presence of a ghost alone, even if there are human companions with him.

"Kanda-chan!" a female voice cried out. Said Exorcist stiffly turned to glance behind him. His white-haired fellow clergy woman, Annie, ended her quick pace and stood before him, her hands on her hips. She breathed slightly heavily, and her face was tainted only the lightest shade of pink. Kanda was given the impression that she could really run fast and far. "You need to slow down," she scolded. The elder could very much hear the worry in her voice. She too had been informed of the incident with the Noah, and had wept for General Yeager and Mizuki that night. "I know you are worried, but you shouldn't be so upset about it. Mizuki is alive, and that's what matters."

Kanda snarled and took a stride towards her, his upper lip rising to expose a sharp tooth. Annie cowered back in surprise. "So, does the old man not matter? Mizuki is probably in shock right now, because she is alive. Is that a good thing?" he spat, venom indirectly infesting Annie's skin. The girl shuddered at the sudden violent response, her hand dropping down to the white sword that was attached to her belt. Her hand clutched the hilt, and Kanda saw that if he got closer, she would unsheathe the weapon and create a fissure in his torso. Annie had demonstrated her capability with her sword while they were on their mission, and it was no joke. She could really be a challenge for him, should they ever duel.

Growling once again, Kanda strode off to the direction of the medical ward. Of course, he had no idea where Mizuki really was, but the hospital was surely the most ideal place to put her. His fast walk was demanding and loud, almost a run, as he barged to his destination. He did not hear the sounds of Annie's bare feet behind him.

As he prepared to turn the dark corner that lead to the front door of the medical ward, Kanda's hand dropped to Mugen and removed the devil's blade from its seethe. The metal hummed in response to Kanda's poisonous anger. He whispered a single incantation that brought the blade to life, and Mugen was outlined in a snaky white light. He was ready to kill.

Kanda raced around the corner and destroyed the locked doors with his foot. The doors burst open, and violently collided with the walls. Kanda began a stride as soon as the doors were out of concern, making a bee line straight for the white-haired person he was itching to punish.

Unfortunately, the Exorcist he had tackled to the tile floor and shoved his sword to the throat of was not Allen Walker, but rather his dear cousin.

Too startled to counter, Kanda was flung backwards by Annie's swift foot, which had nailed him hard in the stomach. As he doubled over, he could see that she was actually wearing shoes. They were an angel white flat shoe with an elegant, silver-tinted white ribbon tied just below her ankle bones, which flared out behind her and morphed into glowing angel wings. It dawned on Kanda that it must have been the second of the six Innocence powers she had told him about.

Kanda recollected himself and slowly stood, still clutching his abdomen. Annie's blue-gray eyes were tinted a faint red, and each and every pair of eyes in the room were trained on him and Annie, who backed away from him, holding her arms. An older man walked up behind her and touched her shoulder, nodding his head in sadness. Kanda squinted tear-blinded eyes on the elder, only to realize that there were no old men in the room. It was Allen.

The pain suddenly disappeared from his body. Kanda started to sprint again, rushing straight for Allen. Annie's eyes flashed a more bull red, and the white shoes on her feet dissipated into the air, once again leaving her feet bare. The upside down crescent moon on her forehead blazed white, and her eyes turned a more blue-orange. Kanda felt something protrude his head, but he dismissed it, his anger relinquishing his normally cold, arrogant calm. Annie seemed prepared to attack, but then she hesitated, shock and surprise outlining her eyes, and then she jerked her head to the right, to look at the row of hospital gurneys that lined the wall.

Kanda was right upon Allen, readying to punch his face, when a quick, powerful force sent him away from the hospital beds. He crashed on the floor, with something over him. He tried to shove the object off, only to nearly be started silly when it moved on its own. He glared at the obvious person whom had tackled him, but was completely unprepared to face just who it was.

Mizuki got up off of Kanda, but still straddled him, using her knees to keep his shoulders down. Her hair was pulled into its usual braid, but there were bandages that concealed her eyes. Her lips were pulled tightly over a slightly parted mouth to form a threatening snarl, although Kanda saw that they were beginning to tremble. Gasps in the room did little to move the stone-still child. The elder tried to shove her off, but she just shifted her body weight to the side in which he was attempting to rise up from first. She was clearly just as much a fighter as she had been the last time he had seen her, even though she was now blinded.

"No more." The girl shakily gripped the material of Kanda's exorcist coat and pulled him up to her. "No more fighting!" she cried in his face. Kanda was vaguely aware that she had a stronger grip than any child her age would normally have, and she was about to tear the dark fabric. "Brother Yeager is already dead. I cannot stand to see another one of my brothers' die, especially by the hands of his own allies. It was not Brother Allen's fault that I am like this, nor his that Brother Yeager is gone. So please," her voice was interrupted by a volley of dry sobs, "do not attack him, Brother Kanda. I am . . . well."

However, everyone in the room could easily tell that she was anything but well.

Mizuki reached up to her eyes to dry the tears, but then pulled her hand away as she felt the texture of the bandages. Gripping her arms, she stood up from Kanda, only to collapse back on the floor, sobs filling the air. Kanda slowly sat up, staring at the child for a moment, then back at the group of Exorcists that were still standing by the hospital bed. Their eyes too were wide and bulging.

Kanda felt so lost, and very guilty. He had failed to recognize the fact that a child in the room had seen death, and witnessing a second probably would have done her no good. The Japanese man glanced her way again, seeing the younger teenager huddled up in a ball, her face buried in her drawn-up knees. Kanda pulled a straight face, but a light hint of pink dashed his skin. He lightly placed an arm around the girl, who graciously turned to him and dug her face into his chest. Kanda was completely taken aback by the sudden movement, but then paused for a second.

The room was silent, with no noise at all. Not even sobs. Kanda gently nudged Mizuki, and she didn't budge. He held her out in front of him, and he leaned in, listening. Her breath was even, and she was extremely calm, despite her earlier rant. Mizuki had cried herself to sleep.

Every person in the room seemed to want to lose their eyes and eyebrows. Kanda stood up with the fainted girl in his arms. He stared at the group of Exorcists before him, meeting them blush for blush. Kanda ducked his head away; it was never him to show affection, especially for a child he had barely known. Keeping his bangs covering his face, the Japanese man carried his look-alike bridal-style to her gurney and gently laid her upon it. He then turned away, too embarrassed to face his fellow demon-slayers.

The other Exorcists: Allen, Annie, Lavi, Lenalee, Krory, and Nero; were all not released from their spell of shock and surprise. They were freed when nurses rushed to the bedsides, taking blood samples and recovering the girl with blankets and compresses. The black clergymen stood off to the sides, some even praying. There were no words spoke as the nurses worked.

Mizuki awoke sometime later, when the moon rose into the sky and was shinning in on the room, cascading a silver glow. She said nothing, just stared at the ceiling, even though the bandages and the lack of eyes to see with should have deterred her. Kanda had been sitting on the adjacent bed for the past two hours, silently watching the girl. The other Exorcists who had been with him were all resting on the vacant beds, but none of them could fall asleep, for there was too much darkness on their minds.

When the child awoke, she had been so silent that even her breathing had remained the same; slow, silent, and quick. Kanda was just about to drift into sleep, when his head had dipped and snapped him awake he saw Mizuki move. Her head had fallen off to the side, to face him. Then she shifted and sat up.

Luckily, Kanda never had to tell the others that she was awake; they all either heard or saw her move. Almost immediately, the bedsides were flushed with Exorcists. "Hey, Mizuki," Annie replied in a sweet tone. "How are you feeling?"

The child said nothing to begin with, just raised her head and moved it from side to side, as if creating a semi-circle with her nonexistent eyes. At first, no one was going to ask what she was doing. But then, she spoke for the first time for the night. She raised her hand and pointed with her index finger and each Exorcist, left to right.

"Brother Lavi," she claimed, and the red headed teen was shocked to hear that she had guessed correctly. Her entire frame moved as she pointed at each person. "Sister Annie, Brother Allen, Brother Krory, Sister Lenalee, Brother Nero," her voice faltered a moment when she reached the last elder in the room, "Brother Kanda."

No words could describe the feelings that Kanda, and certainly each of the others felt. Awe struck and dumbfounded, silence recaptured the group as Mizuki lowered her arm. She let her bangs cascade over her wounded eyes, being as silent as a stature. Her head moved to look at the small, square windows that lined the top of the North wall. The moon had shone through the glass with silver rays of pure beauty. "It is a waning gibbous tonight," she said, her lips barely moving.

No one in the room seemed to breathe. Mizuki's head fell back to the front, and she remained as silent as they were. Kanda, as surprising to him as it was to the others, was the first to speak.

"How can you see?" he asked, and his voice had betrayed him, revealing that he was in just as much awe as the others.

Mizuki's head turned to face him. "I-I do not know," she replied. "I can just . . . tell. I think I can see." Her voice faltered to a minor whisper. "I can see." Immediately, her hands went to the bandages.

"No, Luna-kun!" And yet, Annie's warning went in vain. The small child ripped the cotton white bandages away, letting them fall around her and into her lap. There was blood that stained the white a deep red.

Everyone's breath hitched in their throats. Krory looked to be a bit sick, for when the small child looked up at them, they had a feeling that she could see them as well as they could see her.

Mizuki had eyes. Although they were imperfect - the pupils clouded, the whites running down her cheeks like tears, her irises gently oozing blood that tined and even mixed into the original colors-they widened with surprise. "I can . . . see." She blubbered.

Allen stuttered, "How . . . what . . . ?" No one could really say they were in better conditions than Allen. Mizuki had actually begun to cry at the realization that she could once again see, but Kanda noticed that cry made the bleeding worse. He lurched forward, ripped the bandages from the bedspread and fastened them around the child's eyes. She gasped with the surprise of the sudden gesture.

"Brother Kanda!" she exclaimed as she tried to untie the bandages, but the elder Japanese had made sure that he had tied them well. The only thing that could remove the cotton would be a pair of good shears. "What is this? Why can I no longer see?"

"The whites of your eyes were liquidizing and the veins in your eyes were bleeding," he explained, sending the child into a stone silence. "I don't know how your eyes grew back, but they don't seem fully repaired as of yet. You need to keep them wrapped up."

"Wow Yu," Lavi proclaimed. "I didn't know that you . . ."

The sharp blade of Mugen was at his throat before Lavi could even comprehend the sudden act of violence. The tip was pressed sharply to his Adam's apple, gently catching his breath in his neck. "Do not ever call me by my first name," Kanda snarled.

"Mizuki-kun," Lenalee asked, "if it isn't too much trouble, could you tell us what . . . happened?" Mizuki's head lifted the tiniest bit, and her body tensed so much that even teary-eyed Lavi could probably see it. Kanda seethed Mugen and resumed his place by the bedside, wanting to hear just what the accursed Noah had done this time.

"Well, um . . ." Mizuki shuddered, drawing her hands to rub against her arms. Kanda could faintly see what appeared to be burn marks? They were light patches of her skin that were a light shade of red that highly contrasted to her pale skin, and were cracked and flaking, just like a sunburn. "Well, Brother Yeager," she winced at saying his name. Everyone did, "wanting me to stay behind. He said he had some questions for me, about my Innocence. Brother Allen was reluctant to leave me, but Brother Yeager convinced him." Kanda glared at the white-haired boy, who simply nodded his head to agree to the statement made.

"Brother Yeager told me that my Innocence had somehow evolved from the usual Weapon Type, though not to the level as Brother Allen's. There was little I could tell about my early life as a child, so we assumed that I was born with it, or had come in contact with a strong Innocence during my early childhood.

"While on the road, we were attacked by Akuma. We had managed to fend them off, but two of the Noah," she grimaced, anger lines drawing deep into her skin, visible even through the cloth that concealed her wounded eye sockets, "Road Camelot and Tyki Mikk. They attacked Brother Yeager and me. Road showed the General the time when his students were killed and she showed me . . ."

Her voice faded away as she began to shake. Her breath hitched in her throat, as if she were to cry. Kanda didn't know what had possessed him to sit on the bed and wrap a protective arm around her. "She showed me . . . a mirror. But the reflection was not of me, well not entirely. It was me, but as a . . . Akuma. In the background were all of you, dead and torn open, and you all had begun to fade to dust. In the reflection, the Akuma version of me was smiling, and there was blood all over her hands. Road told me that it was really me, but I do not know what she was getting at.

"Then the Akuma actually reached through the mirror and grabbed my face. She ripped my eyes out. Then Tyki blasted me with his odd butterfly minion and I fell over. When they were collecting Innocence, they tried to get mine after they destroyed Brother Yeager's. And yet, for some reason, they left mine be. I do not know if they could not get it, or if they just did not want mine.

"They ripped off our clothes, beat us, and wrapped us to the tree and . . ." that was it for the small, young teen. She started to sob again, pushing her face into Kanda's robe and wailing. That same possessive force caused him to hold her head against his shoulder, and to rub her back comfortably. In the light of the moon, the faces of the other teens were cast into shadows. Tears could be seen running down Lenalee's and Annie cheeks. Nero's hand had come up to cover his mouth. Krory was turned away, shuddering. Allen had grabbed Annie's hand, and it looked like the appendage was about to shatter. Kanda was the only one not reacting.

Even though, the story of the child's torture had dug a hole in his heart, and his stomach felt suddenly empty. The image of the broken, eyeless girl in the padded white room came back to him. He suddenly realized that the child was reaching out for him, just as Mizuki had. Was the dream some sort of warning that this broken girl in his arms was needy of him?

Bleeding eyes, wailing voice. The moon was shining on a broken angel.

To be continued…

T.T God I feel so bad after writing this. Mizuki, don't cry!

Oh yeah, I actually started a comic of this. :P Even though I only have two pages up, I really want to work on it more. If you want to read it, it's up on DeviantArt, on the BlackRoseXDeath's gallery. It's called the same thing: Child of the Beautiful Moon.

Well, HOPPLA PEOPLE! Sorry if I scared you!