AHAHA DID YOU GUYS THINK I WAS DEAD? FEAR NOT! FOR I HAVE RISEN FROM THE HELL KNOWN AS MUSIC THEORY AND HAVE COME TO BLESS YOU ALL WITH MY CRAPPY FANFICTION WRITING ABILITIES
Welp, music history exams are (finally!) over and I finally got my lazy ass up to do a thing.
-I don't own D. Gray-Man unfortunately : (
Allen's first encounter with Kanda Yuu started with barely making it to the school's cafeteria. He groaned as he finally got there. He was starving.
Quite literally actually because he hadn't eaten breakfast and had an extremely fast metabolism along with a harsh exercise regimen
He had been held up with the infamous lunchtime rush that always happened on this day every year. He had heard whispers of it when all of the student body was notified that they were to be given one hour starting at 12:00 pm to head to the cafeteria and work out schedules and chose partners to work with. The whole choosing partners part didn't apply to Allen though as he had already received information that only one student had requested to partner up.
Yuu Kanda
Well, this Yuu could wait, what Allen needed right now was food. So, after he gathered his usual mound of food, Allen walked towards the table labeled with Allen Walker on it in fancy lettering. Only when he got closer did he see that someone else was already there.
"Oi. Moyashi, you're late," said the black-haired youth sitting at the table. Allen frowned, the last time he checked, he was the only one in the BOA music department that had the name Allen Walker unless…
Oh hell no
This could not be the person he would be working with for the next who-knows-how-many months. Still reeling, Allen was pulled out of his sudden realization when the person spoke again, "aren't you gonna sit down?"
Allen nodded numbly, too many possibilities whirling through his head. Sitting down mechanically, he asked, "I presume that you're Yuu?"
The man growled, looking irritably at Allen (Allen had decided that the person was a man, judging by the strong jaw line and flat chest).
"Don't call me that."
Allen was really starting to get annoyed. Quirking a snowy brow he asked in a sickly sweet voice,
"Oh? Then what am I to call you?"
"Che." Allen was pretty sure that 'che' wasn't part of the English language.
"Hi 'che', I'm Allen." The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them. Allen was mentally smacking himself.
Really Allen, really? Now is not the time to be making dad jokes!
The man growled out,
"Kanda, call me Kanda and nothing else you fucking moyashi."
Allen was about to retort when an orange ball of something came flying towards his table.
"Hey Yuu!" the orange ball chirped and upon closer inspection, was not a ball, but a human.
"Don't call me that." At this point Kanda looked absolutely murderous.
"I thought you requested Lenalee," Kanda said flatly, looking the orange-haired male in the eye. He gulped.
"Well, uh, you see Yu-Kanda, uh…" he said before pointing in the direction behind Allen. Allen twisted around in his seat to just catch a glimpse of various boys being chased away by one Komui Lee. It was common knowledge within the entire Academy that their principal was a massive sis-con and anyone who dared approach his 'darling baby sister' would be…'dealt with' immediately. Allen silently looked on, as Komui seemed to be chasing away a crowd from Lenalee Lee's table with what looked to be several tasers. He felt sorry for the guys.
Still watching with sharp eyes, science department head Reever Wenhamm dragged Komui away and into the depths of the Black Order to finish paperwork. Sighing to himself, Allen turned around and was about to continue his attempt at socializing with Kanda until he was interrupted yet again, only this time by one Lenalee Lee.
"Lavi, I know you didn't request Allen," Lenalee said. Allen recognized Lenalee from one of his theory courses. Lenalee continued, "and I know that you were just waiting for nii-san to leave."
Lavi's eye widened in mock hurt
"What are you insinuating!? Do you honestly think that lowly of me?" Lenalee sighed and then walked away, dragging Lavi along with her. She smiled apologetically, "sorry Allen," she said.
Allen could only nod as Lenalee immediately went into 'mom' mode and started scolding Lavi for bothering Kanda and himself. Allen cleared his throat, "so…"
Kanda arched an elegant brow, "so what?"
"Aren't we supposed to discuss what we're going to do?"
"Che." God what did that even mean?
Usually Allen was very good at this, charming others and just being good at starting conversations in general.
But not with Kanda
"Well, let's start with the program, shall we?" Allen's eye was twitching by this point. It was just so fucking awkward. In his peripheral vision, he could see others speaking normally with their respective partners. Why couldn't he have a partner like that? Why did he always get stuck with the weird ones?
"Let's see…we need two solo pieces – one for each of us – and three pieces where we play together," Allen rattled off what he knew.
"What would you like to play for the pieces with piano accompaniment? I think that a sonata would be best and then another piece of your choice"
"No sonatas," Kanda replied sharply. Allen groaned, why did his partner have to be so goddamned difficult?
"Why?" Allen grit out. The nerve of him! He wasn't even suggesting ideas and he thought he had the right to veto what Allen suggested!
"They're boring," Oh of course. What amazing logic. Sonatas were fucking boring.
"Then what would you like to play your majesty?" Allen mocked. Kanda's eyes narrowed.
"Something that's not a sonata.'" Oh just brilliant. Allen waited for Kanda to go on, silently urging him with his nonexistent telepathic powers. It seemed that Kanda got the message.
"Something fast."
Well fuck.
"The only fast ones I can think of that include a piano in them are all 'Introduction' and whatever," Allen said.
"Are you sure you don't want to play a sonata?" Allen asked hopefully.
"Of course I'm sure," Kanda scoffed.
"Uh…what about uh…" Allen was searching his brain for something that Kanda might enjoy. "Tartini's Devil's Trill sonata?"
Allen knew he hit jackpot when he saw something light up behind Kanda's eyes but the light was gone as quickly as it came.
"Fine."
Two months later
After that fateful first meeting, they had decided on pieces over the next few days, usually meeting in practice rooms after dinner (mostly because everyone booked the practice rooms for after class and Kanda didn't want to deal with the amateurish musicians that would undoubtedly clog the hallways and be incredibly off key). Surprisingly, Kanda agreed to play a 'retarded song' as he would call it. Allen smiled to himself whenever Kanda said that, knowing that Kanda loved music too much to call it retarded and had not meant retarded in the way that it would be synonymous with 'idiot' or 'stupid', but the way in which it would be synonymous with 'slow'.
So, now here they were, preparing for their concert at…
"Oi, Bakanda, where're we performing again?" Allen asked Kanda. Kanda's eyes flew open, annoyance radiating off of his body at being interrupted in the middle of warming up as Allen snickered in his head, amused at the reaction he got. Damn, annoying Kanda would never get old.
"Carnegie Hall, Roy Thompson Hall and the Vienna State Opera," Kanda replied, not even bothering to make a jab at Allen's forgetfulness, instead, opting to return to warming up and tuning any string that was even so much as a quarter of a semitone off key.
Allen sighed as the elder continued to ignore him. Maybe he should begin warming up for the day; after all, they were leaving the very next day to begin their week of performing. With another sigh, Allen turned to the piano, the sight of the ivory and ebony keys welcoming him, quelling the soon-to-be butterflies in his stomach.
Hi ho! If you've looked at my profile, you'll know that I'm a music student as such; I need to take mandatory theory courses to get my diploma in certain grades. Theory courses really suck because they teach you a load of shit that includes composition and the history of music. Some of it is useful, the majority isn't because most of us musicians don't compose, only perform and during performances, knowing that Bach angered the Duke of Weimar for accepting a salary advance in Cothen isn't really necessary so to me, it's a load of bull.
Anyways, between practicing for practical examinations, school and theory I just feel really lazy (no excuses for me) but luckily I only need my History II and I'll be good to go for my Grade 10 piano diploma! Yayz
I also am terrible with regular updates if you haven't noticed by now and I'm spending time writing down other ideas that will hopefully be uploaded onto ffn soon.
Ciao!
