A quick short for Kanda and Jane that I will hopefully insert into the story somewhere

This is the result of reaching 40 reviews and several glasses of wine- please enjoy:

"Kanda! Wait up!" Jane called, trying to keep up with the tall Asian man in the thick snow.

"Keep up!" He called back. There didn't seem to be an end to the blizzard's rage. They were nearing Siberian Borders and had been separated from Tiedoll and Marie who had gone ahead to take care of a few akuma. Kanda had not been pleased with his new found babysitting job, but then again, neither did Jane- and she made an effort to keep him well informed of her opinions.

He didn't mind so much- her talking bothered him, but it was the fact that she didn't falter under his anger, the fact that she didn't relent- that's why he put up with it. Because in a way it reminded him of Alma.

Kanda remembered the first time Alma made him laugh. They were both covered in injuries from the day of experimentation and still trying to kill each other. He smirked at the thought. It wasn't a perfect friendship, but it was his only guideline as to what friends acted like. Jane seemed to fit into that mold of a friend that Alma had created.

Friends? Did he really have any?

Lenalee was nice, and he respected her. Lavi was flat out annoying, but he wasn't terrified of Kanda. Marie was the closest thing he had to a brother, but even then he only considered them comrades- comrades on good terms. Allen he didn't think about too much, he was disgusted with himself that the moyashi had even come up when trying to list the people he would consider friends. He almost held an emotion similar to admiration for the Generals, but not close enough to change his attitude towards them. Komui was just an idiot.

They were all idiots…with the slight exception of Lenalee and Marie. But he would never tell them that.

Ragged breathing behind him brought his thoughts back to the Finder.

Ah yes, the finder. That infuriating little bitch who had the nerve to punch him in the cafeteria. The one in the same who had that ridiculous way of talking, and a temper to match her hair. He turned to see her lagging again- the snow packed up to her waist as she tried to follow the path he was making. At least her hair acted like a beacon- no way he could lose that in a white out. He smirked to himself- Jane the target- it seemed to fit.

He heard a thud behind him and quickly turned only to groan. He had lost her.

"Finder?" He called into the wind. He heard a muffled response and backtracked to pull the girl out of the snow. "What are you doing?" He asked, half amused at her current state. Snow clung to her hair and jacket, her nose and cheeks were pink from the cold and her nose was running terribly.

"S-s-sorry." She said as her teeth chattered. "I-I can't f-f-feel m-my l-egs." She managed to get out.

"We will rest once we get to the caves." He said- that was the rendezvous point, that is where they would stop. She looked like she was nodding, but he could tell that the old was setting into her. She wouldn't get much farther. "Come." He said before turning. He knew she would do her best not to hinder him.

They continued to make there way through the forest and eventually cam upon a hill that sidetracked from the road. The snow was up to his stomach. He turned back to see the redhead fight against the snow, but every time she tried to get up the hill, the snow would push her back. After finding amusement in her first couple attempts, he quickly got annoyed with her smaller stature and made his way back down to her.

"Come on." He said crouching in front of her.

"W-w-what?" She chattered.

"Get on my back." He ordered, when she didn't respond he snapped. "Don't take all day, damnit." She quickly scampered onto his back, hands clinging his shoulders as his own hands grabbed under her knees to hold her in place. She muttered her thanks and that's when he knew something wasn't right- she wasn't arguing or throwing a fit because of her Irish pride or whatever. He needed to get to the caves.

Within the hour he had made it up the summit and into the cave- it was clear someone frequented them due to the decent sized stack of dry wood. No one would dare come up here in this weather though- Tiedoll and Marie might not even make it back that night.

Jane had taken to huddling in the corner, her teeth chattering away.

"Matches." He said as he began piling the wood. She was pretty much useless in her frozen state. A moment later a box of matches was thrown in his general direction. He quickly started the fire to warm the cave. But even then the chattering of the finder's teeth would not stop.

"Stop that." He stated firmly, meeting her gaze above the fire.

"S-s-s-stop wh-what?"

"That damn chattering." He growled back. He could see her jaw tense, as if she were trying to control it, but it didn't seem to help.

"I-I'm j-j-just c-cold." After a few moments later he growled at her. She rolled her eyes at him, which twisted his face into a snarl. She slowly got up and came over to him. He raised an eyebrow at her. What did she want now?

He was embarrassed to say he blushed slightly when the girl sat next to him and snuggled against his arm.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked, his face twitching a bit.

"I-I'm cold. You're w-warm." She concluded, her eyes were hazy as she looked into the fire. Kanda sighed and decided to stare at a corner of the ceiling until he figured out what to do.

She was using him, and even for heat, that didn't bode well with him. He was tired of being used. But when he looked down he observed that the girl was asleep, he decided more harm than good would come from laying her on the cold ground.

The fire light caught her hair and he noticed the stark difference between his own and hers. He sighed again and scratched his cheek with his free hand. His thoughts traveled back to her fire red hair as a target. He remembered how he thought the akuma hat shot her, when she had thrown Arduino at him. He thought of how much she had risked saving a stranger's baby. How she had cried for the people she blamed herself for killing.

She was brave, he finally admitted, if not a little stupid to put the lives of others before her own, especially in times like these. She was compassionate and loved freely.

Yes, Alma would have liked her a lot.

And with that thought he smiled, just a little. What if Alma was here and they were all together?

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A look of horror flashed across Kanda's face as he looked down at the Finder who was currently using his arm as a pillow.

Had he honestly just considered a finder to be a friend?

Her nose twitched in her sleep.

No, not a finder, he begruningly admitted, but Jane. Jane was his friend.

Not the finder, but the girl sitting beside him by the fire.

Before he felt sleep claim him, he felt soft curls against his cheek when his head fell from exhaustion.

And that is where Tiedoll and Marie found them the next morning, legs splayed out before them as they leaned against the wall. Her head on his shoulder. His head resting on hers.

Tiedoll smiled and took out his sketch book.

Let me know if anyone is OCC, Jane included. I want to keep people in character! Regarding Kanda and romance, my thought is that he has never experienced something like that before- so of course he is nervous and perhaps a bit childish when it comes to something like Jane sleeping by him- plus I always took Jane as being to one to 'make the first move' sort of thing, which she will in the story once it turns more for romance.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! I want to practice writing more with Kanda and his thoughts- and I need you opnions to see how I fare