A/N: I really hadn't intended to release this so early, but it just came to me. This is the alternate sequel to Her Name In Blood, so if you haven't read it these are some points you really should know:

-Kurt blinded Dia in one eye.

-He also told her she used to be a leader in this gang.

-Dia has amnesia.

-Her mother died and requested for her to move from the sanatorium in Flower Bud Village into her mountain villa in Mineral Town.

This story is based off M/FOMT, so don't confuse it with StH or anything. The genre is still unknown so I left it as general/angst. There will be mixed pairings and some slightly mature scenes.

Okay, enjoy. This is one of my darker works…

A Threnody of Sorrow

The mayor is dead.

Please place your voting ballots into this (left) box to anoint the new mayor. Please do so before spring 3rd. Thank-you.

Those were the first words Dia read the instant she arrived at Mineral Town Rose Square, luggage and bags at her sides. Her green eyes flickered around unsurely and she surveyed her new home's surroundings. Despite its rather large quantities, everything seemed quaint. More old-fashioned than Flower Bud Village, if such a thing was possible. All the buildings bore different designs and were fashioned with discrepant furnishings. The align of cobblestone roads seem to diverge forever; endlessly; infinitely…

"Miss Dia?"

She looked up, at first timidly, but quickly feeling tawdry when the man before her gave her an unsettling look at the most symbolized feature on her body… her eye patch.

Inferiority grew to hostility as she said in her iciest tone, "Sir, may I please ask you to stop looking at me like that? It is rather unnerving."

She knew she was setting no good first impression, but the rage and resentment woven up inside of her hadn't dissipated. She still could not take away her hate for Kurt for doing what he did, or the melancholy toward what would become of it. Feeling like a monster, she hesitated when the man turned away, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Miss. I really didn't mean to o-offend you in anyway," he spluttered, beginning to discreetly wring his fingers. He paused, as if waiting for her to say something. When she was silent, he resumed sputtering. "Would you like a tour of the town? Or if you don't, u-um, would you like me to take you to your house— villa?"

Dia watched his uncomfortable position in complete bitterness. Why did every stranger have to be like this?

She was pretty, with snowy white skin adorned with a piercing beryl glaze, soft black hair, and rose red lips. She was also rich; always had been. And it was almost genetics that she was a natural born leader.

But that meant, that proved nothing of who she was because no one knew. They stereotyped her, they biased her, they set her records into databases where they immediately assumed they knew who she was. Rich? Of course that meant she was a snobby, conceited bitch from hell. Pretty? Of course that meant she was a listless slut that whored for people to love her. Of course that just because they forwarded their allegations and spewed them around it meant they knew her.

She found herself gritting her teeth, only realizing that when the man's blush deepened.

"I'm sorry. I'll be quiet now. Please follow me to your villa," he said in a reticent, almost hurt tone.

Dia watched as he began to trail off looking small and unimportant. In a way, she felt nearly contemptuous. And in another, this only infuriated her further.

All was silent as the man, though who looked more like an old boy, led her up the mountain trail. The air cooled briskly, as if fairies of ice had flocked to them and guided them throughout their journey through the bitter winds. Dia tugged on her sleeves, only slightly chilled. When she looked over, the boy was trying, and failing, to sniffle in an undetectable manner. She watched nonchalantly as he shivered hollowly.

Dismissing his ailments, her lips were sealed until they arrived in front of a great building. She extracted herself from the boy's presence, taking slow, cautious steps and glances as she took in the sight of her new home's oaken walls. Drawing nearer and nearer, a cool puff of air escaped her as she laid her hands on the wooden railing— it was cold.

She had forgotten the boy was behind her until she heard a great, "AhCHOO!!!!" followed by a less than appeasing still. Taking her time, her head steered to meet the male's, who had stiffened— and reddened— quite noticeably.

Finally, she ended things with, "You should leave now."

This time, he didn't look as offended. Instead, he looked like someone who had just gotten what they expected— and she didn't like that look one bit.

"I will. I, um, hope you enjoy your stay here." With a meek nod of his hat-clad head, he pivoted.

Dia was about to follow suit when she heard a light crunch of dead leaves before her, and then the boy turning around to face her once more.

"Yes?" She stared at him with puncturing eyes.

He looked slightly hesitant. Finally he mumbled out, "Um, I never got your name."

At this, she was irked. "Who said I had to tell you?"

Again, she got that anticipative demeanor from him as he nodded, a bit more confidently than before.

"Okay. But it's Gray."

"What is?"

"My name."

She stared after his decreasing figure as he started back down the path, looking rather calm for someone who had just been brushed off. Through the darkness, as he turned, she thought she even saw… a smile.

Why was he smiling?

She looked over her shoulder, a barrage of emotions pelting down on her, ranging from excited to purely enraged. She stared at her suitcases, faltering before picking them up, as if the boy's touch had contaminated them. Eventually she brought her belongings into the house, which creaked and groaned at her from inside.

She scanned the ground floor, taking in a fireplace, piano, long table, and twisting staircase. She set her things on the table and then found herself compelled toward the piano. Before she knew it, she seated herself on the dusty, leathery cushion, without even dusting it off.

Her slender, pale fingers collected more dust from note to note, a song that sounded much more like a threnody forming at her disposal. Eerie, melancholic keys screeched and echoed off the neverending walls, rippling through the air sharply and quickly. Chords were struck, hard, with the pain she wanted to use to rip her very soul apart. And though she hadn't taken classes or even touched a piano once before, the music came to her naturally.

When the song neared an end, or what sounded like a closing point, she brought both clefs to the lowest octave, deep music now forming. Its screech transformed into a roar, growing louder and louder until finally…

Dia slammed herself against the keyboard, painful moans emitting it. Steel cries erupted from her and she found herself sobbing into the eighty-one black and white keys.

"I don't want to be here," she whispered. Like the piano, her whisper winded to a shout. "I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!!!!"

Then she looked up, a familiar face blooming into an invisible image in front of her. Her eyebrows descended, and hateful jade eyes turned wistful.

"Mother…why did you have to die?"

Without another word, she stared at the keyboard crushed underneath her, panting as if she'd just run around a forest. Still breathing hard, she collected her things and trudged up that very twisting staircase, ready to live her new life in the village she despised already.

Still, one thought pierced her mind…

Why was he smiling?

Soon, another…

I hate him.