A Memory of Flowers: "Do not fear that which you do not know or understand, everything will be made clear through you, as you are the light to burn all which resides in the dark labyrinth. Be brave Remy Alick, for you are the flower of growth in a time of great culmination."

Rating: Rated M for adult content, adult language, violence, blood, and overall D. Gray-ness.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own D. Gray-Man.

Author's Note: Sorry, this chapter is kind of late, but school started back up so I have to put more effort in there. These next few chapters will be linked directly one after the other, as I felt it would fit better to split them up. Hopefully you'll learn a little but more about Remy and her connections through this! I cannot wait until we get into the main story line!

Oh, and pretty soon you'll see what Remy's innocence does! At least some of it anyway…

Please review and enjoy~!

Word Count: 1,242

Edited: December 11, 2018

Chapter Three: Of Partners and Missions Part 1

Remy stared down at the pieces of paper in her hands, seeing the black ink scribbled across the white but not comprehending what was written before her. Remy could not read. After all, how does a kid, let alone an orphan, learn to read if they never went to school in the first place? So, the words that were detailing her first mission, their mission, were lost on her. However, she was unsure whether she wanted to admit this fact, given who her mission partner was. Not for the first time in a relatively short amount of time, she was silently wishing that the nice girl who had attached herself to her, Lenalee Lee, had been assigned as her partner. Remy knew the girl wouldn't have minded helping her out and telling her what was on the paper. Lenalee had been very kind to the newest exorcist.

Kanda however, has not been as kind, and he was currently glaring at her from his seat opposite her in their train compartment.

"Yes?" Remy asked, turning her large eyes questionably to Kanda, "Why are you glaring at me?"

"Tch."

"And what does that mean exactly?" Remy continued blankly, her face remaining blank except for the slight wonder shining in her eyes as she found the irritated expression growing on the Asian man's face to be entertaining, "Is that some way of expressing your irritation at me? I do not understand why you would use such a sound for that. Or why you are angry with me."

"Tch, baka Yōsei" Kanda grunted, his glare never faltering. "Do you understand the mission? Don't go getting in my way."

"I have already told you I am not a sprite or fairy. And no, I do not understand the mission" Remy bluntly answered him, deciding just to go for it "I do not know what the mission is."

"It's right in front of you! Read the damn report!"

"But I cannot."

"Read it!"

"I cannot."

"Yōsei, read the damn report!"

"It is impossible."

"I'm gonna kill you!"

"I do not know how to read."

Kanda's glare faltered slightly at Remy's words, the blond girl staring at him with the same blankness that the girl was becoming known for. It seemed she knew no other emotion other than curiosity, which endeared her to some and made others worry about her.

"You can't read?" Kanda asked, wanting to make sure he heard the older, yeah right, girl correctly.

"That is correct, I do not know how" Remy confirmed, face never changing "I had no one to teach me. So, I cannot read about the mission."

There were a few moments of silence before Kanda spoke, or rather grunted, again, "Tch."

"I still do not understand what that is supposed to-"

"We are to go to a small town of Dunmore in Ireland to investigate rumors of a possible innocence fragment," Kanda interrupted Remy, annoyance clear on his face and in his tone.

"We can get to Ireland by train?" Remy asked.

"No Miss Remy," The door to their compartment had slid open during Kanda's brief explanation of their mission, and the finder that was accompanying them stood in its opening. Emem (Eh-mem) was a large man with skin that shown like melted dark chocolate, something Remy had pointed out that had caused the finder to laugh loudly, with wide shoulders and a large smile on his broad lips and high, chiseled cheekbones. He wore the traditional finders yellow jacket but currently had the hood down that revealed his handsome face and closely braided hair that fell past his shoulders. "We cannot get to Ireland by train alone, we will board a boat to cross the channel and then get onto another train once we are there."

"Train, boat and then train again. How far away is Dunmore, Emem?" Remy asked, moving over and patting the seat beside her so her new friend, for he had been very kind to her since they had left headquarters some hours ago, could sit beside her. She ignored Kanda's glare at her move, she found it strange that the cheerful and respectable Emem, a kind light shown in his brown eyes that she instinctively recognized, who had been nothing but kind to her had seemed to almost ignore her mission partner entirely. He was polite, but it was clear that he did not like the Asian exorcist and that Kanda did not like him as well. She could not fault him, Kanda was an unpleasant person, but it did make her curious.

"It is not very far Miss Remy," Emem spoke in perfect English but had a curious accent that along with his name and appearance, made it clear that he was from a different part of the world. Remy wondered if where he came from was as striking as he was? Would she get to see it one day? "We will reach Dunmore by early morning at the latest depending on train times and if the weather on the channel permits it. There is a storm brewing."

"A storm?" Remy repeated, "I do not like storms."

"Tch, who does?" Kanda muttered, now glaring out the window as he tried to ignore the two sitting across from him. "Did you find out the time of arrival, finder?" Kanda questioned Emem, not even bothering to use his name.

Emem's dark eyes narrowed at the exorcist but he kept the rest of his face fixed with a polite smile, "Yes sir, we will arrive at the port within an hour, where the Order has already arranged for our pass on a ferry."

"I have never been on a large boat before, what are they like?" Remy asked, choosing to ignore the tension in favor of her curiosity.

"Well, usually being on a ship is very nice with gentle waters," Emem started, his expression easing back into a gentle smile once he focused on the younger girl again instead of the dark exorcist, "But with the storm, the water can be rough and make passengers seasick. Do not worry Miss Remy, I have brought some medicine in-case you fall ill."

"I will not," Remy assured him, a strange smile coming to her face "I have never been sick as far as I remember."

"I am curious Miss Remy, forgive me if I am intruding, but how far back do you remember?" Emem asked, "And how did you lose your memory?"

Neither Emem, who was watching his short, new friend with curiosity, nor Kanda, who had kept an eye on them from his peripheral vision and was interested in the answers she would give, could miss the way the blond simply froze at the questions raised. Her face lost whatever little emotion is was showing and it almost seemed like she had quit breathing as well. All color had left her face and her eyes seemed to darken.

"Miss Remy," Emem started, frowning at what his questions had caused and worried at the same time, "I am sorry for my-"

"I do not remember anything before I was ten years old" Remy spoke, voice as flat and emotionless as the rest of her. "The train is slowing, we are almost there." Remy stood up and exited the cart without a glance back, her bag clutched tightly in her hand.

Neither Kanda nor Emem forgot that she didn't answer Emem's second question: How she had lost her memory.