Disclaimer for the series: I do not own this beautiful and amazing anime/manga.

Author's note: I wasn't entirely sure if they were sparkling mirrors or if they were little windows. I adore moonlight, so I just said windows. Anyone know for sure? (:

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Introduction

The melody was intense. My heart ached at the sound. Who was playing that piano? And why? I stood in front of the door, the dark melody pounding against the door and into my soul. I had to open it. I just had to. With both hands, I twisted the silver doorknobs and pushed the door open. Instantly, I was swept into the music, the deep and eerie piano tones rushing into my ears. I saw a figure sitting at the piano, moving with the rhythm, hands passionately hammering the keys.

I walked slowly, approaching the figure within the dark room only lit by the moonlight pouring in through the small windows. I noticed instantly that the figure was wearing a pinstriped black suit, and the person was much smaller than I expected. The same height as a young teenage boy. My heart was beating loud in my chest. Who is this? I thought.

The tune continued as I got closer and closer to him. His hair was a silvery white.

Just like the moon.

He hunched over the piano, his feet stepping on the pedals.

I exhaled slowly, my hand reaching out to tap his shoulder from behind. My hand was shaking.

The music was intoxicating.

And suddenly,

the music stopped.

The reverberating melody echoed eerily throughout the large room. I dropped my hand immediately. Had he noticed my presence? He seemed so… so… intense; captivated by the piano. His hands remained on the piano, and he turned himself towards me, an odd, crooked smile on his face.

His teeth were sharp and jagged… I wanted to touch them to see how sharp they really were.

And his eyes.

Oh his eyes were red. Piercing red. Blood red.

His silvery hair fell into his eyes and he ran his hand through his glossy mane. I must have looked like a fool; standing there, an awed look on my face.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "This is the kind of man I am." He turned around again and began to play, feverishly pounding out his dark melody. I continued to stand there, listening with a keen ear and an open heart.

And somewhere, deep in our souls, we could feel it.

We were soul mates.