Love.

A small, one syllable word, and yet, so much meaning is put behind those four letters.

Some say that it's magical and beautiful, and needs to be cherished. Others say that it's nothing more than an annoying nuisance and shouldn't be shared. These are the people haven't had any love shown to themselves, so it's only natural that they would be afraid of love; of the unknown. When they see it when taking a simple walk, with couples sitting on park benches, squeezing together even though the summer heat makes it seemingly unbearable for them to sit even near each other, whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears, it makes them teem with envy that they confuse with hate and only walk faster so they'd be ridden of the scene passing them by.

And by "others" and "them" I'm talking about a certain Japanese teen, named Yuu Kanda. Of course, he was shown love and compassion as a child, and even as he grew up. All he saw it as though was unneeded and unwanted pity. Sure, he was raised in a poor orphanage that had leaky roofs with his only "friend" who was adopted within the first few months of being there, but that didn't mean he wanted anyone's pity.

Pity was the only reason he could come up with as to why that old man - Tiedoll, was it? - adopted him in the first place. He wasn't about to accept what that geezer called love no matter how many times he spouted that hated word. All he got was pity from those women at the orphanage. They never spoke about it, but it was obvious in the way they looked at him and all the others. Not love. Not a bit. Except maybe from that one aforementioned "friend", but with his happy, loving personality it was hard to tell if he loved him, or if it was just the way he acted naturally.

He didn't like his current "friends" at all either. They probably only hung out with him because of pity as well. Sitting alone during lunch and shutting himself out from everyone else must've made them come out of pity, even though he wanted to be alone. He told them that many times but they kept coming back to annoy him.

To another white-haired teen, named Allen Walker, he had only known love for couple of years, but as little as that time may have been, it still changed him completely from the street urchin he once was. Even though the death of his adopted father was very depressing, his dying last words were to "keep walking" and that's what he did. He kept walking through life, even after he was adopted by Mana's friend, which was one of the hardest parts of his already hard life.

Now, with these two, complete opposites, what would their lives be like after meeting for the first time and the seeds of love begin to sprout in cracked, dry soil?

Let's find out, shall we?