The brilliantly sculptured iron fence surrounded the building like an impenetrable force, and in-between this un tarnished masterpiece stood an impressive gate, designs flowing through the structure, frail to some while beautiful to others, but never the less, a strong formation, behind the gate lay the one most distinguished buildings on the planet. The sight of the azure sky floated gently above the supreme sight of the world's most renowned university/academy in the world, the academy of St Triston.

The blazing sun tore threw the sky like a match burning through paper, the sunlight glinted on one of the new students glasses that hid his eyes, only for seconds though, as he peered up into the vast sky, his eyes twinkled as he spread a smile across his face, as if grinning to the sky above him, a sigh could be heard behind him, if you listened close enough that is.

A pair of glasses drifted into view, hiding his eyes also, but for far more than his counter part, as it seemed like minutes. "Alfred, what are you doing, eh? ", faintly smiled the figure behind, "obviously waiting for you to catch up, c'mon Mattie, I'm almost sleep walking here, oh and dude, your Canadian is showing through"

Alfred smirked, but then grinned as he saw him sigh and huff, "The reason your sleep walking is because you waited until 8:30 to actually get up and...Well", Mattie exclaimed before burrowing into the collar of his uniform, "I am Canadian, and it's not like I care really..." he drifted of as he noticed his brother striding through the gates, and quickly hurried up the path to catch up with the excited bundle that paced in front of him.

Other students could be seen trotting onto the compound and loitering in front of the immense wooden doors, these doors let light flood into the building, but could also barricade the light from trying to break through the darkness that lay behind it. Others joyfully sat on benches, gossiping and exchanging stories, while some moaned about their lack of sleep and end of their holiday, the scene was pleasant enough, almost idyllic in a painters view.

The two boys plundered onto the entrance of the school, Mattie warily shifted his eyes focus onto various parts of what was happening around him, but there was too much to see and too little time to let his eyes explore the detail of the building, or the unknown faces of other students, in his mind there was chaos, who should be trust? He chuckled at his comment, although to himself, it seemed an amusing thought, he prodded himself, he couldn't trust anyone, as there was no one to trust who even gave him the time of day, as he held his head lower than before, using his hair to hide his hurt eyes.

Alfred dashed to the centre of the scene, widening his expression and grinning. A small boy shifted by, trying to avoid the outstretched arms of the figure in front of him, Alfred vigorously moved his arms and body, and as the smaller boy tried his best to move out the way and dodge the unexpected moves, he eventually lost focus and was hit by another wave of Alfred's arm. The smaller male crashed to the floor, a faint blush spread across his face while trying to clutch to his school bag and various other objects, some had fallen from his grasp as he was hurled to the floor.

"A-Alfred" Mattie called out to his sibling, Alfred peered at him, head slightly tilted with open eyes, while then continuing with his earlier stance, legs parted slightly with his hands resting slightly on his hips with his head slightly tilted upwards, "Mattie, you totally ruined my awesome hero investigation, while I'm here trying to be a hero and finding where we should head to-".

"But you just hit someone, eh?", Alfred jolted round to peer at the sight that lay below him, he quickly kneeled beside him and reached out for the papers and other various things around him that had been dropped, "Really sorry dude, I never saw you there.." his voice trailed off as his blue eyes fixed onto the new sight, a pile of comics and manga."Awesome, totally rad! ", he shifted his focus sharply from one cover to another, squealing at the bright colours, sparkling his eyes onto a particular comic, " no way! This is superman, but like anime, dude this is wicked! " Alfred comically jumped to stand, he held his hand towards the smaller male, gesturing for him to take his hand, however, the smaller male slightly blushed and slowly lifted himself off of the floor without the need of Alfred , holding his comics and manga protectively " Domo arigato, excuse me but, are you new here? " The smaller male politely asked, his emotionless eyes hidden slightly by his choppy bangs, Alfred replied loudly "Is that some sort of Japanese hamburger? And yeah, me and my bro are new here, so are you new here too?" grinned Alfred.

Mathew mentally face palmed him self, silently hoping the stranger wouldn't be offended by his brother, as so many were before. At first he looked startled at Alfred's response, but calmed his expression "Yes, this is my first year at the academy, I am quite nervous-"

Alfred suddenly bursts in, "Awesome! Don't be nervous, it's just some building, not as impressive as my beauty back home though", Mathew sighed at his brother's comment and continued to admire his shoes, "Y-your beauty?" The man stuttered at Alfred's response, "yep, my beauty, well I guess she's everyone's beauty, but the statue of liberty is just so, frickin mind blowing ya no ", He turned around to see the confused face of the Japanese man beside him.

Ding dong ding...ding dong dong ding...

"That must be the bell" The Japanese man uttered.

"Damn, anyway, can I keep this comic, thanks man! Totally owe you one, oh yeah, the names, Alfred, Alfred. F. Jones, what's yours? Seemingly thrilled at the sound of his own name, grinning at the smaller male, " please to meet you, my name is Kiku Honda" Startled at the fact that he had confirmed the comic his without confirmation, however this didn't upset him, but rather amused him.

The three of them jogged for the entrance and walked into the building, they were now in the main corridor, neither of them had time to glance at the old furnished surroundings, as they were being guided by other students, and were tangled in the crowd, being pushed along across the corridor, until emerging into the great hall.

The grand sight of the great hall was truly something you would expect from a fairytale scene, the place that a ball would be held, with lovers dancing underneath the sky painted ceiling, with cherubs dancing within the clouds.

Mathew stared intensely at the ceiling, captivated, but only for a few moments, as a hand gently caressed his stiffened shoulder, "le ciel est beau, non? " a gentle smirk appeared upon the new face, his skin was flawless and had a slight stubble beneath his luscious lips, his azure eyes dazzling in the light that came from the windows, his golden wavy hair bounced gracefully just above his shoulders, his shirt unbuttoned a little showed a slight peak of his chest.

Mathew replied, "yes, it is very beautiful..." he quietly trembled at the contact, the strangers eyes widened, " oh~ you speak française, how rude of me to not even learn the name of this gorgeous Young boy, smiling flirt-fully at Matthew, Matthew stuttering at the sound of the French mans voice, "well...I hardly think you should call a man beautiful, and me eh ? I am hardly what could be considered beautiful, um..um.. Mes noms de Matthew Williams " slightly smiled the Canadian, the French man smiled and twirled his hair slightly, " well, Mathew Williams, as long as my name escapes your lips, it is Francis Bonnefoy, and in France, l'amour ne doit pas être réduite au seul sexe" Mathew blushed at the French mans statement, his golden locks of hair, resting on his shoulders while a lock of golden hair curled in front of his face, intensifying his violet eyes, innocence radiated from his stance and posture. Just as their eyes met, blue against violet, an annoying and rather familiar voice echoed the hall,

" Hey Mattie, waaaait for me" Alfred jumped onto the scene with Kiku trailing behind, shattering what some would consider a perfect greeting, "Mattie, there's a board over there" pointing at the board covered by the heads of other students" telling us what forms we are in, and guess what? You're in my form, form 1-A! "Grinning at his brother, "Oh and our form leader is called something like Frankie, and like..~wait, omg something stinks... worser than a skunk ewww, its coming from..Him eww" Alfred covered his nose with both hands, emphasising his point, while backing away from the offender.

Francis, appalled by the insult of his new cologne, replied back "People with any knowledge on proper beauty would know this is a new cologne, roses with thorns, or people with knowledge on anything at all would~" Francis spat back, with venom covering his words, and a smirk across his face while using his hands to emphasise his point.

Alfred gritted his teeth at the huskiness of the French mans voice, before grinning at him, "aw, really? I though it was called skunk in a bottle", amused by his own comeback he loudly chuckled. Mathew turned to the French man and shuddered, he did really wish sometimes his brother wouldn't be so loud, and offensive.

Alfred couldn't pin point what made his skin crawl about the French man, but there was something he didn't like about him.

"Oh non, Please don't tell me I have to put up with an American oaf, well, I guess its not all bad if I get to talk to ce canadien douce, oh hon hon hon~ ", before folding his arms casually before sending the Canadian a wink. Alfred rolled his eyes in annoyance, how dare a stupid, stinky, slimy French man wink at his brother like that, and how dare he talk in a totally not awesome language, the least he could do was talk in American!

Just as Alfred was about to rebuke, Mathew sent him a glare, Alfred slumped in his shoulders, "Hmph!" He started walking behind the slimy French man, his brother and Kiku, while still continuing his silent tantrum behind them.

Francis stopped and spun round around, his hair gracefully landing above his shoulders, " Hello everyone~ If there is any students in form 1-A please follow me~ ", he touched his lips with his fingers before making a kissing motion to passing girls who had stopped nearby them. They giggled with faces flushed. As soon as all the students in form 1-A had gathered, Francis began to lead them out of the great hall.

After they had arrived at their form room, Francis gave a short speech as the form teacher arrived in the class, she was a beautiful woman, with her hair messily gathered into a bun, brown like chocolate, but eyes like razors and a smirk to rival Francis's. She dismissed Francis and she stood in front of the class.

"Alright class, I'm going to only tell you this once, so you had better listen and take notes, number one, when I stand here it means shut up and listen to me, number two, when I tell you to do something, you do it, and number three, If you piss me off, god help you" she spoke as she held her stance and power. Alfred suddenly knew this year was not going to be as fun as he thought.

"My name is Miss Green, your form tutor for this year" she smiled as she began to walk through the desks, before standing in front of Alfred's desk, "and I expect you full attention at all times, and you, what is your name?"

Alfred took this opportunity to address himself and show everyone how cool he was, first impressions were vital. He suddenly leaped from his chair, before making his famous hero pose, "ha ha, the names Alfred F Jones, amazing at sports, incredible at science and maths, and the worlds most awesome hero, here to help any one" Alfred grinned at his perfected pose and speech.

Miss green was startled at his response, but hardened her expression and turned to Alfred, she knew she was not going to like this one, "well, Alfred F Jones, hero of all, do me a favour and shut up and put your phone in your bag, that you quite frankly, hiding terribly underneath the desk, before I break it with your face" she replied with a long smirk upon her face as she leaned slightly to look Alfred in the eyes.

Form was terrible, or so in Alfred's opinion, but he guessed it couldn't be all that bad, he had made an awesome new friend, his brother was in his form and he was on his way to P.E, well after yelling at his timetable and scurrying around the main corridor and classrooms, before finally heading to the Astros, after asking for directions from a Spanish boy.

Alfred jogged onto the football field, amazed by the sight of it, it looked like something that had popped out of a T.V and had located to be right in front of him, he gasped in awe, the stadium was immense, and he guessed this is where they held their sport tournaments, or at least most of them.

The academy had a wealth of physical activities that they prided themselves with, two Astros that were used for either netball, basket ball, and used as training grounds when the field and racing track were in use, and an impressive racing track, a grand swimming pool, half of which was used for professional use, and the other as a sort of a relaxing area.

He glanced at the scene that was taking place, students dressed up in their kit, doing speed training, and various other types as well. A figure emerged from the crowd, a tall man with dark hair and tanned skin with grey eyes, muscular with a sculptured face, he continued pacing towards Alfred before stopping in front of him, looking him up and down, inspecting him, as if to be able to read him like a book.

"Hey, you must be..." Checking on his register on his I pad, "Alfred F Jones..Well you are late mister" his relaxed smile eased Alfred's worries and anxieties, finally he had met a teacher who didn't make him want to burrow his way out by using a teaspoon. " You had better get out there and show me what you got, before I drag you by your ears back to the academy" he grinned as he spoke. Alfred knew that even though he threatened him, his friendly face meant otherwise. "Oh and Alfred, call me Mr. Evans" grinned his P.E teacher.

Alfred strode up the field and jumbled into the mix of people and training, he dashed quicker than the other players, caught the ball and thrown it to others with the most accuracy, he was like a bullet racing up the field, sometimes his goofy smile and comments threw him off his game, most of the time he was a perfect player.

Mr Evans smiled to himself, yes, he knew how to judge people just by looking them in the eye, he knew that Alfred had a sparkle of hope in him, and the power to motivate people, even if sometimes he is clumsy. As soon as he blew the whistle and told them to change and take a shower, the boys started walking up and chatting, jeering, and howling with laughter, Alfred was amidst them in the centre, grinning enthusiastically as he strode with his new team mates.

After two lessons of football, and then dinner, which he then hanged around with his new buddies, Kiku, and unfortunately Francis, a strange Russian dude with an unhealthy obsession for another boy, Alfred couldn't remember his name to save his life, a scary looking German guy and an Italian that was either sleeping, laughing or crying.

Two lessons of maths with Mr. Brown, which were in his opinion, truly excruciating, listening to his interpretation of how numbers were all made to fit like a jigsaw, all of which we were supposed to be in harmony with each other as well as the numbers, after offending him with his knowledge of super hero's and villains and how they link into maths more, he had sent him into a different class to work, although he did have maths with Kiku so at least for one lesson he had chatted with him.

"Shoot me now...why is it that teachers always pick on me? I mean c'mon, Mr. Brown couldn't tell if he was still wearing his glasses for the lesson, and saying that superman is just a lousy idol for me to worship...grrr" Alfred huffed and puffed at Mr. Browns comments. Kiku listened intently, walking beside him as they strode about the building. "Um, excuse me for interrupting you, but could we go to my locker before we go to our dorms?" Kiku asked politely shifting his eyes focus onto Alfred.

"Huh? Oh right yeah that's cool! I cant wait to see who I'm bunking with, they had better sell cheese burgers in the snack bar, I'm totally wasted" , Alfred dramatically bended over and clutched his stomach, " I mean, they are like tryin to starve me to death". Kiku softly chuckled at Alfred as he bounced back to his original stance. " Arigatou, my locker is beside the music studio" Kiku uttered.

"So wait, where's the music studio then?" he asked, "It is beside the girls dormitories, which are opposite to ours" Kiku replied. " Sweet dude, can't wait to see those hot chicks" Alfred grinned at the smaller male. Kiku flushed at Alfred's comment and led them to the music studio.

The music studio had the latest gadgets and software as well any instruments, from pianos to electric guitars, drum kits to flutes.

Outside the music room stood a line of lockers, Kiki shuffled to a locker in the middle before turning his key and opening the door of his locker, Alfred lazily slumped onto nearest wall. Kiku pulled out a bag, it was adorned with anime key rings and stickers, he could recognise a few, such as Pokémon stickers, Vocaloid stickers, he could even see a Tokyo mew mew sticker, Alfred smiled at his new friend, suddenly a figure emerged from the door of the music studio.

A young lean man swam into view, his most noticeable features were his glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose lying in front of his purple eyes and his slicked back hair, with the exception of a hair that refused to be slicked back, hair black as night, with a beauty spot underneath his lips.

"Hello Kiku, it is a pleasure to meet you again, and this is..? " Extending his hand towards Alfred, Kiku replied politely, "Oh, this is..." stopped in mid sentence, "Alfred F Jones! " Alfred exclaimed cheerfully.

"Right, I see, well it was certainly...a pleasure to have met you, my name is Roderich Edelstein, and to have met you again Kiku has been a pleasure, hopefully tomorrow..." the words that escaped his lips were nothing but a jumble of words that made no sense to Alfred, he was watching them both chat, Roderich slightly waving his hands as he talked and Kiku bobbing his head every so often in agreement, but there was no sound, or there seemed like no sound.

He could hear a faint cluster of sounds, at first quiet enough that he had to turn his head and concentrate on the mysterious sound, but then gradually becoming louder and louder, a beautiful melody, the cluster became precise notes, the sounds became a song, he drifted as he heard the notes changing, becoming more wrapped in the music, like a distant memory that he was clutching to, just as he was gently closing his eyes, another sound could be heard.

A beautiful sound, a voice, an angels voice, the voice was like a drug, every word that was sung, he wanted, no, he needed to hear more, he pressed his ear to the music studios door, yes, this was it, he thought to himself, he gently opened the door and peered inside.

Inside the music room was like entering a tardis, it's appearance seemed to fool many people, stashed around the room were various instruments and pieces of equipment, and apple monitors placed randomly around the room, the ceiling was like the main hall, a brilliant blue sky, painted with fluffy clouds and cherubs, but this time with harps upon their hands, gracefully playing the golden harps above.

His eyes wandered around the room, hoping to find the mysterious person that played like an angel.

Yes, this was it he thought, his mind took him back to a shred of his past, when he watched his father, playing their old piano, on the same day every year, his dad was probably the last person anyone would want to listen to sing voluntarily, as his voice reminded him of a cat being strangled.

But, the way his voice breathed those words, that melody, it was as if that was what could make him smile the most, although tears escaped his cerulean eyes, he would not brush them away like they were a disgrace like he did most of the time, he let them sit there and wander down his cheeks onto the piano.

His sapphire eyes landed on the figure in the furthest corner of the room, the piano was old and worn, but beautiful and decorated, the figure that sat on the piano stool, seemed like a cherub that had floated down from the music studios ceiling. His light golden hair swayed as he moved his hands across the key board, slightly hiding his caterpillar eyebrows, which, if he wasn't playing so beautifully at the moment, Alfred would have screamed out that one of the caterpillars was chasing after the other one. His button nose that lay above his above his sweet small lips, on his pale skin.

His hands wandering effortlessly across the keyboard, striking the notes so gently, as if they were someone else's finger tips he was caressing so slightly. His voice, he couldn't describe it, like something out of a fairy tale, the melody stuck in his head, his voice shredded through his skin.

Maybe if you listen, to my heart~

You can hear the faint beats, that wont last~

Please hold me, in your safe arms~

Melt me with the sun that dazzles in your eyes ~

Take my hand, and lets run~

His eyes began to open as he continued with his tune, slowly, like someone opening their eyes after a day dream, and held there under his long eyelashes laid two beautiful emeralds, dazzling in the sunlight, hazy with mystery.

Into, the hopelessness we call love~

Don't be scared, it will last~

Through out eternity~

Hold onto the edge of sanity~

Insanity is a price I pay~

Holding on...

Suddenly the melody ended abruptly, as the pair of emeralds gazed upon the pair of sapphires that hung there silently, blue against green, and suddenly something clicked.