Hey people, it's me again! Sorry for the long wait, I was lazy again :P

This time, I wrote a two chapter for the themes Fingertips, and Mirror, and this is the first part called guess how!... Fingertips! :D

Even though I hate authors pressuring the readers for reviews, I would like for some, 'cause like this, I feel like I'm doing this for nothing -.- So, please review, or I'll get angry! :D ..and I'll try writing the second chapter as soon as possible.
And one more thing, the second chapter will most likely have some smut~~~ I'll put a warning, I thing... If I feel like it :D


The first time Allen touched a piano, he was eight. Eight, and mute.

Allens life at that point was finally steady, and normal, and the efforts of making Allen talk were finally stopped. Allen didn't want it any other way, as he didn't mind not talking again. He didn't know why he was mute, but he accepted the fact, thinking that maybe, it just wasn't meant for him to talk. He didn't mind it much as well, seeing as he was able to communicate with his friends without talking just fine.

His friends, or at least the ones he dared to call so, were always with him, and accepted him the way he was, so he thought he didn't need a voice. He was quite satisfied with his silent and peaceful life.

When he discovered his passion for getting lost inside blissfully childish melodies, it was kinda like getting a voice for Allen, and even thought he didn't need it, he found himself enjoying it. At that time, he thought he was the happiest kid on earth. The sound of a piano, mixed with the claps and shouts of the small circle of trustworthy people, and feeling the hard ivory keys under his fingers, Allen decided, where the best things he could ever feel. Back then, Lenalee, Lavi, Miranda, Crownley, Komui, Johnny, his music, and even Cross, were enough to fill the silence his voice was unable to.


So when a few years after. a new member seemed to join his small family, he was scared, terrified even. The thought of letting another person change his environment was something, quite frankly speaking, unimaginable to Allen.

The fact that the newcomer was a mysterious, black-haired boy with blue cold eyes, didn't seem to help either. Kanda, as the boy introduced himself, was, in Allens opinion, very scary. Not only because of his rather questionable attitude and cold mask, but because of his blunt questions as well. That Allen was mute was a fact accepted by his fellow friends, so when Kanda decided to critize it, Allen didn't know how to act. The questions about the reason of his behaviour were straight, and harsh. The fact that Allen didn't actually have a reason to be mute, didn't seem to get into Kandas head, so the insults born from this topic were always rather painful.

Allen at that time, wanted for Kanda to go away, but peculiarly, he found himself enjoying Kandas presence as well. The times when him being mute wasn't mentioned were peaceful, and joyful, and Allen liked them very much.

It took a lot of time for the two of them to become good friends, and for Allen to let Kanda into his family. And even though Kanda acted indifferently, like he didn't care at all, it was very obvious he was happy.

Soon enough, the moment Kanda stopped bringing up Allens weakness, their relationship grew into something peculiar, something even the others weren't able to explain. Kanda seemed to open up to Allen more than to anyone else, and in return, Allen seemed to welcome him more that others. They exchanged few words, or in Allens case, few signs, but seemed to understand each other perfectly.


When Allen reached puberty, something Kanda reached a few years prior, seeing as the was by a few years older than the rest, everything seemed to change. Kanda, who was pretty cold before, seemed to be icy now, and his relationship with everyone, especially with Allen, changed drastically. He stopped hanging out with them altogether.

If the others were sorrowful, then Allen was devastated. He didn't understand the reason for Kanda acting the way he did at all, so he came to the conclusion that Kanda became to hate him. At first he was only able to feel down. He refused to cry, but he couldn't act indifferent as well. He couldn't help but thing that's what he got for asking for too much. Allen couldn't help but feel guilty for being too greedy, when he had enough before.

When he figured he couldn't go on until he found out the reason for Kandas behavior, he found the courage to question him. Kanda, as harsh and prideful as he was, didn't want to answer to any of his questions, and the conversation was doomed to escalate. Insults were being thrown from one side to the other, and Allen found himself angrier than ever. If not for him being mute, he would have screamed at Kanda like there was no tomorrow, he thought, but like this he was only able to puzzle together hurtful signs, and slap Kanda across the face before running away.


Allen found himself crying bitterly that night, his palm still hot from the impact. He still tried to understand Kandas feelings, and after some time, he tried to understand his own feelings as well. His head was a mess, and he found his every though to be bound to Kanda in some way. Since when was his life so centered around Kanda? Why was he feeling so betrayed? Why did his heart hurt so much? Such questions didn't let go of him 'till late into the night, when finally, he concluded he was just confused. Allen didn't even believe himself, but he couldn't find another answer, so he let his own heart believe such a lie for the time being.

The following days, Allen found himself going to the music room of his school more and more, but, weirdly, not once did he touch the piano. He felt numb to everything around him, kinda like he was watching the world from a haze. He was still confused and angry, but of one thing he was sure:

He wanted to play the piano, but his heart cried for the touch of something else, something warmer, someone he wasn't able to touch. His fingertips burned for only one thing, and if he didn't do something about his situation soon, he would go mad, he figured.