A piano's soft sound filtered down through out the open spiral of the Headquarters. It was midnight so there should have been no one awake but that never stopped anyone at the Black Order.

As skilful hands stroked the keys a voice rose, floating gently but clearly on the melody.

Moon, you who shine your light.
Bright on the Paris night.
See, how a man suffers all for love.

Lavi looked up from the book he had been trying to read, one leg dangling over the edge of the railing he was sitting on, the other propping up his hand with the book. Loose red spikes fell about his face as his single green eye tried to pin point were the painfully beautiful music was coming from.

Clear, solitary star.
So far, when the day returns.
Please hear.
Up there so high the cry of the world.
Please hear the cry, of a man in pain.
For whom all those million stars.
Don't shine like those shining eyes.
He loves with a mortal love.

Moon

Kanda was meditating but as his mind began to relax, the haunting, heart rending song floated into his mind, making him open his eyes and move to the doorway of the room. He looked out into the main hallway that seemed to extend the whole way up and down; intrigued he moved towards the railing, resting his hands on it as he looked up.

Moon, please don't you have time

to cries the heart of the human hear the cry,

Quasimodo cries

for his heart is voice over mountains high,

that I know it flies to I know it flys to you!

Lanalee gasped as the plaintive cry called to her.

She had been sitting on her bed, legs curled up against her chest as her mind wandered, preventing her from sleeping. Getting up as quietly as possible, she moved to her door, peering out and moving over to the rail, looking up at the floating voice that pulled at her heart. Tears formed in her eyes as the music wove around her.

Moon, please don't disappear.
Before you have time to hear.
Just hear.
How cries the heart of the human beast.
Please hear the cry, Quasimodo cries.
He cries for his heart is full.
His voice over mountains flies.
So high, that I know it flies to you.

General Cross smirked to himself and shook his head, "stupid disciple," he muttered to himself making the other four Generals look up at him from there meeting. All talking stopped in the meeting room, even the High Generals and Komui were silent as the melody gently lapped at the room. It was as clear as were they were, as everywhere else in the Order.

Moon.
See, how this man aspires.
To join, his poor voice with angels.

Moon, you who shine your light.
For, poets as they write.
See, how a man suffers all.
For love.
For love.

As the sound finally wound to a close, the music finishing as gently as it had started a collective sigh escaped the lips of all in the Order that night. "Allen," whispered a voice full of love, heart aching as they longed to hold him close, to comfort him…

To really understand this story, you need to listen to "Notre Dame De Paris; Moon." (sung by Bruno Pelletier in the version I have.)

Choose your character for the last two lines. I'm writing a bigger story and would like to know peoples interest's of pairings, its open to a triple if people really want it. Review or e-mail if you like. ^_^