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~~~Postludium~~~

Kanda knew, better than anyone, that the Black Order Academy was one of the most prestigious institutes in the world. Well, it was supposed to be an institute for talented, high-achieving young men and women. With multiple areas of expertise, the school drew in many students who were the best of the best. The state-of-the-art facilities, advanced technology, large funds and a secure future in place, Black Order Academy appealed to many.

Supposedly

In his opinion, almost everyone in BOA was mediocre (except for himself of course). Their musicians were horrible composers, their athletes could never reach the national, much less worldwide level and their mathematicians were boring.

How did he know all this? Well, for one thing, he was the student council president. Being the president, he had noticed what seemed like the stagnation of the Order. Although the quality of their students remained at around the same level, everything was just so, very, boring. What this school needed was a person with talent and creativity, genius on the level of Mozart, rule breaking on the level of Debussy!

But of course, such a person was hard to find. After seeing all the facets of the Order, Kanda had come to believe that he would never meet anyone like this during his stay.

So then, if you will, why of why was he now standing behind a door, listening to someone playing piano in one of the concert halls?

~~~Postludium~~~

When Kanda stepped into the concert hall, he immediately knew that he stepped in on something he shouldn't have. Even though he was not one to snoop, he just couldn't help himself. The enchanting music that had wafted through the still-empty corridors had tantalized his ears, it had piqued his curiosity, it was interesting.

When he opened the door, he saw what he initially thought was an old man. But, and that was one big but, said 'old man' was singing in a voice that definitely did not belong to an old man.

The voice was pure bliss, high for a male but definitely light and beautiful, the notes dancing in the tenor-alto range, a prayer for the heavens. But, why did it sound so hollow?

Something was missing.

There was an emotion in that voice that could he could not recognize just yet, but as he listened to the song (surprisingly being sung in his native language), he realized what it was.

Loneliness

What he witnessed that day, was a lonely boy, singing a lonely song, playing at the lonely piano, all alone.

And that, was the first time he met Allen Walker.