A/N: So I wanted to write a fic bout Kanda and Allen coz we really don't have enough of those~ J/K, they're all poping up like daisies. No, no, it's coz the plot bunnies are rampaging my brain right now and they won't stop till I get this thing updated.

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM.

The snow was calmed down today, forgiving its mishaps from the blizzard the day before. The sky was a misty grayish white, an ugly hue with a touch of silver flakes falling at a steady pace.

An old orphanage stood in the midst of the snow. Its ten inch thick stone walls were a contrast to the snow's purity as it coated the roof in a blanket of ice. Most of the windows were broken, and for those that weren't they at least had a crack or two screpped against the glass. It could almost be mistaken for a jail not for the small sign on the front that addressed that the structure was clearly an orphanage. Its ramshackle state was a pitiful thing to look at, but this was a poor part of the lonely town, there's not much that could be done.

Walking down the lone street, eighteen year old Kanda wandered along the path with the snow crunching beneath his feet. He wore a long black overcoat that was being played with by the passing wind. His ebony hair was tugged back in a low pony tail, leaving out two long strands that brushed past his ears. Kanda's hands were shoved deep in his pocket since he forgot to bring gloves. He mindlessly kicked at the snow to occupy himself, ignoring the harsh cold that stung his face. His head gestured over his shoulder to make sure that he was alone, but the only thing down this empty boulevard was the old orphanage. Walking past the building, Kanda could hear the joyful laughter of children filling the air followed by the scolding of the caretakers. Kanda stopped himself to listen closely, his head facing one of the broken windows to see a tall man with a toothbrush moustache pulling at a child's arm, yelling at him and a group of children that they have chores to do. All of them started to complain but one particular child ran off to another room, abandoning the man's orders. Kanda couldn't make out his face, but he had snow white hair.

Curious, Kanda glanced over at the next window to see the child climbing up on a dusty stool in front of a ivory piano. He was not much older than ten with large hazy gray eyes that concentrated firmly on the piano with a small smile. The lid made a creaking noise as the boy lifted it up and revealed all of the keys that were either missing, broken or could barely make out a clear tempo. Nevertheless, that didn't stop the boy as he began to play.

The piano was out of tune, but the boy did his best by making it sound harmonious by playing softly. The boy's small back arched slightly as his scrawny shoulders loosened, letting his arms relax as his fingers glidded across the keys with ease. However, his frail posture was just as broken as the piano. His unusual snow white hair was messy from dirt and dust, making it almost gray. He also let his hair fall all over his face, blocking his eyes. His plain clothes were wrinkled and ripped, revealing patches of his pale complexion. However, his procleain skin was ruined by bruishes and scars, but what really struck the teen was the boy's left arm. The entire arm deformed in a rusty red color, as if it was horribly burnt. There were also a few cuts on his cheeks as well as a scar that ran down from his left eye and ended at his jaw bone. Kanda grimaced slightly at the kid, wondering what the hell was with him. The window was nearly broken with shards of glass sticking out at random places. This was a chance for the chilling wind to intrude, but the child didn't seem to notice. Kanda figured that he was an idiot, he was right next to the window, how stupid can you be to do that? Plus he was wearing what looked like a pillow cover ripped at random places. But the kid seemed to be fine since he was trapped in his own little world.

Kanda shook his head, he didn't know what the hell he was doing standing out here in the cold like this. Hell, he was never fond of music so why was he even listening to a stupid kid playing on an old piano? Kanda began to walk away but the sound of the piano was being played out in his head in repetitive rythms. It was so out of tune, so broken, but somehow as the snow was falling gently . . . it was serene.

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"I'm home." Kanda stepped into his house to find his father, Tiedoll drawing on in easel in the living room. He was middle-age but was able to keep his humorous charm that ticked Kanda off slightly but let it pass.

"How was the walk, Kanda?" Tiedoll perked his head up from the easel to see Kanda taking off his coat and placing it on the coat hanger. He rubbed his hands and breathed warm air into his palms before rubbing his shoulders. He really hated Winter. . .

"Fine." Kanda carelessly kicked off his boots into a corner and headed up the stairs to his room. Before he reached the top step, he heard the quiet patting of his father's paint brush brushing across the paper, followed by his calm voice that was laced with concern.

"I can't believe it's been nine years already. . .Kanda, did you-"

Tiedoll was cut off by the rushing of feet and the slamming of a door from upstairs. Tiedoll sighed silently and turned back to his painting, reaching out to add final touches to his artwork. When he was down, he leaned back on the chair and stared out of the window to see the snow falling at a steady pace.

A/N: Um. . . don't really have much to say since this was a pretty short chap, but next one will be longer and more stuff will happen. Also it's the middle of the night when I'm editing this so if you spot a mistake, please let me know. . .