Music
The first time it happened it was raining.
He had been staring out of the classroom window with his head in the clouds, his eyelids heavy and his attention anywhere but where he was. The classroom was completely silent unless you counted the teacher's droning voice that just made Kanda all the more sleepy. He didn't even know what the teacher was talking about and he couldn't care less.
And then… a song. A hummed melody. The haunting tune seized Kanda's dwindling attention like a rusty bear trap to the foot and his eyes flashed forwards to the seat in front of him. A shock of white hair met his eyes. It was that weird kid, Allen Walker. The one with the weird pentagram scar that he'd been rumored to have inflicted on himself because how else could his scar have that shape? The kid with the bright white hair, the constant mysterious gloves, the unmovable polite smile. He was sitting in front of him, humming some tuneless melody. It was beautiful.
Kanda had never talked to Walker, saw no reason to. He wasn't a sociable person after all, usually the only reason he'd talk to someone at all would be to curse them out. Plus even if he wanted to talk he definitely wouldn't want to do so with such a weirdo. Barely anyone talked to Walker, his only friend was that Lenalee girl that everyone avoided because she had that overprotective brother, the science teacher.
But Kanda had to concede that he sure could hum a good song. Kanda wasn't one for music and even he had to admit the quiet song that even he could barely hear was incredible. He wondered how Walker sounded when he actually sang, he should join the choir or something.
Kanda's slumped pose straightened up so he could better listen to the humming. There was nothing else to do, he was bored as Hell, yet he couldn't afford to be caught sleeping in class again. He was just listening to a nice song when he had nothing else to do. It didn't mean that he had to talk with the weirdo or anything.
The melody was sad and mournful and the falling rain outside went perfectly as background sound for the humming. He propped his chin on his hand and closed his eyes and started to listen intently. It wasn't anything special.
He was just listening to a song.
The second time it happened it was sunny.
He wasn't even at school. It was Saturday and he had basically nothing to do but avoid his house, Tiedoll (he refused to call him his father) was being supremely annoying that day. Kanda hated the fact that he got so crazy every time it was his birthday. Marie had gotten him an envelope with a hundred dollars inside, Daisya had baked the horrible, horrible cake, and Tiedoll had gotten him some sword maintenance supplies (which he liked) and a shrine of himself (which he liked a bit less, he burned it). He'd stuck around for as long as Tiedoll managed to keep him trapped within his grasp (which was an agonizingly long time) and then made his swift escape (Marie and Daisya completely and fully understood).
So now he was wandering the streets with no phone, no wallet, and no keys, and absolutely nothing to do. He'd willingly visit Lavi over his cold, dead body. So he did what all moneyless, bored people did when they wanted to avoid talking to people. He went to the park.
It was a nice and sunny day and he had nothing to do. Why shouldn't he go to the damn park?
The park was a pleasant enough place, healthy green grass with cobblestone paths and what not. Flowers bloomed and trees towered, birds sang and children squealed. Kanda grimaced and did a U-turn, deciding to take the walk through the park that was as far away from the playground as possible. He walked right past the mother hens on the benches, the snotty children on the monkey bars, the dog walkers, the homeless man with the accordion, the blushing couples and the joggers until he was deep into the large park. He wasn't even walking on the path anymore, there were less flowers now and more weed, the place had a slightly more wild untended look to it now. Kanda liked it.
He walked and walked and walked aimlessly for quite some time, actually sort of enjoying himself. But then he heard something incredibly familiar. Somehow, even though it had been months ago, he instantly recognized it as Allen Walker. He didn't know why, but the humming had stuck out in his mind for some reason. His footsteps slowed until he was silently tiptoeing and then he carefully peered around a great big oak tree. And there Allen Walker was sitting.
He was sitting beneath another tree, study books spread out around him. He wasn't paying the least bit attention to the books, his eyes shut, the sunshine shining on his face beautifully, his mouth elegantly moving, creating different forms from which different notes escaped. The song didn't have lyrics, but it wasn't humming, it was full out singing. Allen Walker clearly thought he was alone as he was singing on the top of his lungs unlike the time when he'd been humming as quietly as he could while in the classroom.
Kanda closed his eyes and leaned against the oak tree he was hiding behind. The song, it was beautiful. It clearly wasn't an actual song, Allen Walker was just making it up on the spot, but it was still amazing. Kanda thought about what a coincidence it was he'd found his classmate at complete random. He thought about how… special his voice was, how good he was at singing. He thought about how Allen Walker would no doubt stop singing the moment he saw him out of embarrassment, he didn't want him to stop. He had nothing to do and he lov- liked, he liked hearing Allen Walker sing. Not love.
Anyways. Kanda resolved not to reveal himself and merely bask in the moment until it was over. And so he quietly settled down behind the oak tree and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he was deep asleep. By the time he woke up it was nearly dawn of the next morning, his family was frantic, the police was at his doorstep, he was freezing, and possibly worst of all, Allen Walker was gone. When he told the police and his family that he'd fallen asleep in the park he hadn't mentioned a word about a certain Allen Walker.
The third time it happened it was snowing.
Unlike the other two times he wasn't bored, he actually had something he had to do, and fast. There was to be a big test that day that would be thirty five percent of his math grade and he had completely forgotten about it. He had to study immediately before math period in an hour. He was running down the hallway to his classroom where he would snatch his math book and start reading the text book repeatedly until he passed out when he heard it.
He was passing an empty abandoned music classroom when he heard it. He was in the useless part of the school that was the farthest away from his classroom. He always ate lunch there where no annoying people could find and bother him. But then he heard it. A piano. A soft humming to match the tune. He froze in his tracks, instantly recognizing the familiar haunting quality to the song. It seemed Allen had a certain taste when it came to music, haunting and sad. He remembered the boring class, the cold night in the park where he'd slept for over twelve hours straight. He remembered the music, he'd just not given it much of a thought.
His eyes slid over to the door the music was coming from. The door was ajar. He didn't have time for this, he had to study immediately. But… he couldn't leave. As if they had a mind of his own his feet silently took one quiet step after the other until he was right by the ajar door. He peered into the dusty room. The air was musty and stale, the wood rotting and old, cobwebs in every corner, but there was a large, grand piano right smack in the middle of the room. And there was Allen playing away at it.
Allen looked ethereal, otherworldly. His eyes were closed and his gloved fingers were flying across the keys with ease. There was a small smile on his face despite the sad tune. It wasn't his usual, irritating, fake, polite smile, this smile was real, genuine, beautiful. It made him look so much more… less annoying.
His breath hitched as he watched, listened, took it in, wasted his time that he should have been using to frantically study. He kept telling himself over and over again to run to the classroom, to rip his eyes away and get moving. He ended up staying until the song was finished. He sprinted before Allen could begin with another song and Kanda became hypnotized again.
And after that it happened again. And again and again and again. And each time was better than the last, each time more beautiful. And each time he grew more enamored, more infatuated.
The end results was that Allen ended up, much to his confusion, with a secret admirer and Kanda ended up, much to his annoyance, with a very bad math grade.
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