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Ayato Kamina's arrival on Nirai Kanai was nothing but a blur, a smudging of faces and names that pooled together and only served to confuse him further. Some did their best to reassure him and make him feel welcome, for he was after all the boy from Tokyo Jupiter, the boy who may or may not be Mulian. While he never heard their suspicions voiced about his heritage, he was old enough and wise enough to be able to read people and know to a degree what they thought. Their somewhat unfounded revelations –how could he be Mu? His blood still ran red, didn't it?- made him uneasy, made him angry, made him wonder where the hell he belonged, if he belonged anywhere at all.

There were some who attempted to make him feel at home, foremost among those Haruka, but again he read in her a bemusing contrast in opinions; her effect on him was more than confounding, besides. Mostly he resented these people, resented their sometimes reluctant hospitality, resented the lives they led that were so less complicated than his own.

And then he met Quon.

She was, he was told, the younger sister of the doctor, Itsuki Kisaragi, but the moment he laid eyes upon her he knew there was more to it, that it ran deeper. She was a slender, frail slip of a girl, with a head of very long, very thick reddish hair. Her eyes were what caught his immediate attention, being large, luminous and haunting grey that dominated her delicate, pale face. They were compelling because they were piercing while simultaneously being vague, seeming to see him for everything he was and beyond. He stumbled upon her one day while on his way to see the Xephon, and knew instantly from prior told description who she was.

They stood several paces of apart, regarding each other; Quon had cocked her head in a manner similar to that of a curious animal. As he stumbled through a greeting –why was he so awkward around beautiful women?- she began to smile in a manner both endearing and enigmatic, and closed the distance between them with only a few steps.

"Rah Rah?" She asked quietly, her sweet, girlish voice a perfect companion to her doll-like appearance.

"I … P-pardon?" Kamina stuttered back.

"I've heard of you," she said, still smiling. She cocked her head slowly to the other side. "Will you sing?"

Kamina blinked. "Sing?"

She laughed then, a soft exhale. "Yes. Sing."

Completely stupefied, he stared at her, wondering if perhaps she was insane … funny no one had bothered to mention that aspect about her. "I'm going to be late," he said in a lame attempt to extract himself from her presence, and stepped around her.

"You'll sing someday, Ollin."

He'd made it three steps when her words stopped him; half turning with a frown at the bizarre title she'd given him, he said with no small amount of incredulity, "I will?"

She nodded once, clasping her hands together before her. "We'll sing together. Then things will be as they should be, Rah Rah. A world suffused with sound."

And with that she turned, making her way down the corridor and leaving Kamina speechless with confusion. Finally he shook his head and began to walk again, but he couldn't get her last words to him out of his head.

It was only later, much later, that he came to understand what she meant.

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