Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers or its character; that right belongs to Rejet and their team. Nor do I own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Author's Note: This story is going to pick up and become a bit fast-paced. This is your only warning. So if you do not like that, I politely ask you to turn around and leave now because I don't see the point in you wasting your time and mine.

Author's Note 2: November is National Novelist Writers Month, aka Nanowrimo! I will again be participating in it. And this year I am going to solely focus on all my Fairy Tail Stories. So, my other stories will not be updated during the month of November. Sorry, not sorry. I am still going to leave this fandom after they are all done. And if, at some point, down the road I find my love for FT again, I will come back with new stories and hopefully a less toxic fandom.

Definition for the terms used in the story:

Ch 1: N/A
Ch 2:

Adagio - (Italian: 'slow'). Meaning the music should be played slowly.

Crescendo - (Italian: 'growing') A dynamic instruction meaning to gradually play louder.

Ch 3:

Coloratura - (Italian: 'colouring'). A type of decoration, usually in singing that is ornate and richly ornamented.

Etude - (French: 'study'). An instrumental composition intended to improve or tax certain aspects of technique.

Forte - (Italian: 'strong'). A dynamic instruction meaning the music should be played loudly. The instruction appears as either: 'f' loud; 'ff' fortissimo, meaning very loud; or 'fff' very loud. The practice has expanded to allow for any number of 'f's, depending on how loud a composer wants something to be played.

Ch 4:

Cadence - Two chords at the end of a piece which provide a type of 'punctuation' at the end of a musical phrase. Cadences can either suggest the sentence isn't over, or provide a type of musical 'full-stop'.

Lento - (Italian: 'slow'). A tempo instruction meaning the music is slow.

Ch 5:

Tempo - (Italian: 'time'). The speed at which a piece of music is played. Tempo indications are given either at the beginning of a piece, or within it. Sometimes tempo is indicated by strict beats-per-minute, or using terminology which can be more flexible.

Oratorio - (Italian: 'pulpit'). A large scale work for orchestra and voices, usually sacred in nature. Oratorios are narrative in the same way as opera, but are performed without staging, costume, action or scenery.

(Will become standard for each chapter after this)

Lucy gave a small smile as she said goodbye to the group of girls that had encircled her. She knew she was an oddity in this school and Japan with her sun-kissed skin, blonde hair, and her (apparently) milk-chocolate colored eyes. It was strange to be attending a formal school with others; the social interaction and not trying to make a faux pass were tiring at times. Then again, she knew that there was something not exactly normal about this school.

Once she was alone, Lucy let a breath of air hiss between her lips as she made her way down the now-empty hall. In the seven weeks she had been in Japan and attending the school, Lucy had come to understand that the strange and supernatural were a thing according to her friends. Their voices were the only real comfort and familiar thing she had. But they often cautioned her not to open the link she had with them. That her gifts were old and powerful and would draw unwanted attention, while that was all good and dandy, it didn't exactly explain squat to her about why?

Giving a superstitious glance up and down the hall, making sure that no one was there, Lucy reached out and opened the door to the storage room for musical instruments. It was the room she had discovered by some random chance the day she enrolled in this school, the same day she had arrived in Japan. The baby grand that sat in the center of the room bathed in the light of the moon and stars was perfect. The atmosphere here was amazing in that old-timey forgotten feeling it gave off.

When she didn't see the blond man she had learned was named Shu Sakamaki and was her father's business partner, Lucy gave a cheery laugh and walked to the piano. Lifting her hand and letting her fingers skitter across the polished ivory keys, eliciting faint, discordant notes from it before she sat down. The school day was done, and her father's valet would pick her up in an hour, so coming here was now a routine for her.

Lucy closed her eyes and began to play, letting her body relax as she soaked up the fading rays from the moon and stars. There was no rhyme or reason for the notes that flowed from her fingers. To her, the melody was beautiful as it seemed to speak her feelings as she secretly communicated with her friends. The images that began to flash behind her lids as Lucy felt her body began to sway was like her own private show. With each up and down of the scale, the speed staying moderate to slow as those images became sharper, clearer in her mind.

It was a subtle way to communicate with the other part of her, to feel as if her body was becoming lighter and floating. And she had let herself go, enjoying the futility of the moment while it lasted.

000

Shu felt frustrated and knew it showed how his brothers, even his father, openly kept a distance from him. It had been some time since that girl, Lucy, had come to the school. Almost a full two months since he had first met her and asked her what she was doing in the music storage room. Her reply, while blunt, had been honest. The smell of her lingered in his subconscious, almost as if it consumed him. As if it was calling to him in some deep, primal way?

Giving a small shake of his head as he watched his siblings file into the limo to go home for the night and sleep the day away. He was feeling restless. Shu had her in three of his classes, and the girl openly ignored him... and his brothers, for that matter. Then again, he didn't like that they were interested in her. Which further added to his state of being frustrated. Though getting to watch her being open, honest, full of life, and laughter with others didn't seem to help.

A part of him knew that he wanted to pin her, make her submit by baring her neck, and drink her blood. Yet, Shu knew that would be a bad thing. The girl seemed to have a knack for being wary, and the look she gave either him or his brothers was one that stated she knew that they were not human? Yet that was impossible. Shu knew that she was human-based on her lack of control over her emotions, which ran the full spectrum and changed her oddly Ethereal smell.

Oddly strange and discordant music pulled him from his thoughts as he realized his feet had carried him to the Music Storage room. He wasn't surprised that the door was open or that there was music coming from it. This was one thing he had come to expect to find when he stayed after school ended. Pause and peeking in, Shu felt his body go still at the sight of the girl, Lucy, made as she played.

Careful to not make a noise, Shu pushed the door open a little further and leaned against the doorframe. His eyes never leaving Lucy as she swayed in time to the odd, almost otherworldly, music she played. The way her eyes were shut, her cheeks flushed as she smiled, and her mouth was open a little allowing her tongue to slip out and flick at her bottom lip. It had his instincts clamoring. Choosing to ignore them as it wouldn't do to give in to what it was wanting. The last thing he needed was to be shipped back to the Antarctic for another year since Lucy was his father's new business partner's daughter.

His last thought had him smiling darkly, as that was something he could use to his advantage. There was something about her that he wanted. It was a mystery, and he didn't like exerting himself more than he had to. But in this case, he knew he'd go slowly down the path of animalistic insanity to figure it out.

With a quick flick of his eyes from Lucy to the fading starry sky, Shu saw again the two stars shimmer brightly for a few seconds of the Andromeda and Perseus Constellations. Another thing that was not normal, but it wasn't like he would mention it. Not since that night when all the stars had lit up the sky years ago. Those two, in particular, seemed to be trying to say something. Why he thought this, he didn't know. But somehow he knew it had something to do with Lucy? Possibly?

TBC!

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