A/N: I don't think that anyone has been exactly waiting for this fanfic... Which makes me kind of sad... Anyway, here's another chapter, and I hope that anyone reading this will enjoy.

Chapter One

Just Who Are You?

He lay on something soft. A bed? No, he was pretty sure that he had fallen asleep on the ground. He was positive, in fact, that he had actually collapsed rather than falling asleep. It had been on the ground, and he had lost consciousness in the snow as it fell. Though he knew it would be what killed him, at that point in time, the white fluff floating to the ground had looked so… Beautiful. Had he actually passed on? Was this feeling of warmth and peacefulness just a product of a dying mind? No, the man thought fuzzily, I cannot die.Not until I find… her… There was a small light that made the underside of his eyelids glow hazily. Already his thoughts were becoming indistinct. He felt something tugging gently at his head, a rhythmic and methodical motion that soothed him, sending him once more into darkness. He fought bravely, but lost the battle quickly. Already his mind was sinking, focusing on the tender pull of his hair. It felt as though something were being pulled through it. A brush… maybe… With that last thought, the teen was gone, asleep once more.

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Again, the teen's eyelids lit up as he swam back from the edges of unconsciousness. He was unable open them just yet, but he could sense someone else in the room with him. His breathing was even, coming much easier than it had before. All of a sudden, the presence that he felt was above him, but he couldn't tell who it was. Did he get found by the Order, and was it Head Nurse? No. Head Nurse isn't this gentle. Lenalee? Again, the answer was no. He couldn't tell why. It definitely wasn't the rabbit. Still the feeling that someone was leaning over him was present. A cool cloth was pressed against his face, soothing the fever that he hadn't even been aware was there. Slowly, he worked his eyelids open, the dim light stabbing painfully into his eyes. When they were about half way open, he saw a person with white hair standing over him, gently bathing his forehead.

"Mo…ya…shi…?" The word was pushed out painfully past a parched throat and dry lips. The person looked down at him, surprise written across their features. They went to say something, but their words came out slow and disjointed, and held no real meaning to the man. He could tell one thing, though. It wasn't the Moyashi. For starters, the person staring at him from above didn't have the pentagram shaped scar on their face. Secondly, it was a girl. His eyes drooped, calling him back into darkness. Once more, he fought against the feeling that was calling him, against the sleep that his body desperately wanted. He lost. As his eyes closed, he caught the tender look on the face of the one he presumed saved his life. But, she couldn't have done it all on her own. There was no way she could have brought him in from the snow. She was too slight, too small to have dragged him herself. There is no way. I'll have to ask her… when I awaken.

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For the third time, he dragged himself back from the edge of the darkness, this time opening his eyes right away. The light in the room was low, creating menacing shadows that creeped along the walls. He sat up, and looked around the room. The walls themselves were beige and bare, no pictures or artwork of anything, nothing to give him the clue of who this house belonged to. The carpet matched the walls; colorless and plain. There was a single chair in the room, wooden and used for dining, that was pulled up next to the foot of the bed. Sitting in the chair, while also laying on the bed itself, was a person with white hair. They had their back to the man, so, immediately his thought jumped to one person.

"Moyashi?" The word came out no louder than a whisper, almost as if the teen was second-guessing himself. He probably was. Still that small murmur sounded as though it were a shout, painfully loud in the silent room. The figure at the end of the bed shifted slightly before sitting up. It turned its head towards the man, rubbing at one eye sleepily. The teen realized that it was the girl, not the Moyashi. Her eyes were dark, relieved but haunted, and she managed a small smile.

"So you're up." Her voice cracked with lack of sleep. The man briefly wondered how long she'd been up looking after him. She stood and took a few steps back, to the doorway. "I was wondering when you would. It's been three days." The man's eyes widened slightly. Three days? That would send everyone over edge trying to find him.

"My name is Skye." She waited patiently for an answer, but none came. Seeing that her statement was to be one-sided, she simply said, "I really don't want to have to constantly call you Mr. Exorcist. Can you at least tell me your name?" He thought about not answering, about ignoring her. However, he couldn't. She was the one who saved his life. He owed her something, at least. He wondered how she knew he was an exorcist, though. Oh, right, he thought, the jacket…

"Watashi wa Kanda Yū desu." The girl stared blankly for a moment before comprehending. Her face lit up. It was a language that she hadn't yet heard, which was always a novelty to her. Still, what he had said was one of the most basic phrases, and thus, easily understood. He'd simply stated his name.

"What language was that? I haven't heard it before." Kanda didn't answer. "Okay… How about… Ah! Are you hungry, Kanda-san?" When Skye had said that she hadn't heard the language before, she hadn't been lying. But she knew what language it was. Japanese. And she knew the honorifics. Kanda's eyes widened. He only managed a small nod. With a bright smile, Skye turned and left. Kanda was alone in the drab, quiet bedroom. His thoughts turned to the few times he had awakened. The gentle tugging on his hair, the cool rag on his face. On the table beside him, Kanda saw a brush and a bowl. Just how much had this girl gone through to save a complete stranger? And why did she look so happy? If their roles were reversed, Kanda probably wouldn't have saved her in the first place. If he had, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of brushing her hair to make sure it didn't tangle, and the chances that he would have offered to cook for her after she awoke were very low. So, just who was this girl, and why was she so happy and eager to help? Regardless, Kanda thought, as soon as I eat, I have to leave and contact headquarters. Three days should be sufficient for any injuries that I acquired to have healed.The rest of Kanda's thoughts were replaced by a ravenous hunger as he caught the scent of whatever the girl was cooking in the kitchen.

Kanda swung his feet off of the bed. He was barefoot, as well as bare-chested. His long hair fell around his shoulders. Looking back at the bedside table, he saw a white braided cord laid out. It was different than the one he had tied his hair back with when his mission started. That one had been a gold ribbon. Vaguely, Kanda wondered what had happened to it. Grabbing the white cord and tying his hair back, Kanda stood. He managed as far as the door frame before he had to stop. It seemed that either his injuries were worse than he had initially thought, or he was just really weak at the moment. Leaning heavily against the jamb, he peered out. From where he was standing, he could see into the kitchen. The girl was standing at the stove, looking at a cookbook and humming a song quietly. As if she felt him watching her, Skye looked over her shoulder.

"You know, you really shouldn't be up. You're still injured." Kanda merely narrowed his eyes at her. "Fine, the table's over there. Go sit down, and I'll bring you a plate." That plate never came, however. As Skye was dishing up, there was a knock on the door. She turned to Kanda, giving him the 'stay here' face. His expression didn't change. Skye stared at him a moment longer, until whoever was at the door knocked again. She left the kitchen through a door had previously been unnoticed by Kanda. A third knock came from that direction, and Skye politely called, "I'm coming, hold on please." The door opened, words were spoken indistinctly, and then the door was slammed. Then a gunshot and a shriek. Kanda's attention was focused solely on the door through which Skye had left.

She didn't return.

A/N: Seriously, if I'm making Kanda out of character, please, SOMEONE tell me. I just read a terrible Mary-Sue fanfiction, and I don't want this to end up like that. If you want to know what I mean by 'terrible fanfiction' go on deviantArt, look up HikariOkami, and it should be the second deviantion in her Gallery. It's called FFVII the lost tale of Mary-Sue.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it, and I tried to keep Kanda in character as much as possible, I swear! Also, any Reviews are greatly welcome. As well as any ideas for where the plot might go. I do use them sometimes...

~Yuki