A/N: My latest obsession, PSoH. I hope I'll do the characters justice with this little fic of mine. I hope you will like it. I hope the freaking muse will leave me alone now.

To be noted: I haven't had the privilege of reading the manga. I've just watched the anime and you all know that ain't much. I will ignore the plot of the manga, since I don't have a clear idea of it, but there are a few elements I may include for the purposes of this story.

Another thing, I update irregularly, but I don't abandon stories... not anymore, anyway, and no update should take more than a month, under extreme circumstances.

I don't own PSoH. I don't know who does, but it ain't me.

Enjoy!

RHAPSODY IN 'D' MINUS

PROLOGUE

DREAMS

Not for the first time, a slender figure walked along L.A's more secluded shores well after midnight. If there had been anyone there to see him, they would have thought it crazy for someone so delicate looking to go around alone at such late hours. The young Chinese man, however, was far from being delicate- or a man, for that matter- and knew very well there was nothing to fear.

The moon shone full over his head, its silver light glistening on his hair, bringing out the blue in it, while the waves crashed against the sand, creating a peaceful melody. The young Kami closed his eyes and breathed the sea air, that filled his senses and his mind with a salty sensation. The scenery struck him as nostalgic, but he was sure his perception had been altered by his mood.

His spirit was troubled. He didn't really know why, and that on itself was disconcerting. Every waking hour his heart felt heavy with sadness and a constant longing for something he couldn't name, while his nights were tainted by dreams he couldn't remember, but that left him close to tears, anyway. The nights, however, were worse if he happened to be awake. The silence of humans, that had always helped him hear nature's songs more clearly, had become an absolute void of sound that seemed to start from within his own chest, causing an enormous amount of pressure and killing all that was pleasant or peaceful around him.

That night had been the worst so far. He wasn't sure of when his inexplicable condition had started. It had to be a decease, some sort of Kami illness he wasn't aware of, or else it wouldn't hurt so much. It had slowly and inadvertently settled in his soul and, when the sun had died that day, making room for darkness, the illness seemed to have reached its peak. He had been left alone inside his precious pet-shop after closing and not all of his beloved pets had been enough to stop the overwhelming loneliness from engulfing him whole. He had finally broken; D had wept.

It had been a good day, too, which only left him more baffled. After over a month- a very quiet and boring month- of not seeing his friend, Leon had showed up at the shop to ask about D's latest 'special' sale. The detective had even got him one of his favorite cakes to share over a nice cup of tea and a pleasant inquiry. But the visit, though enjoyable to no end, had done nothing for his gloominess and watching the young man cross the door on his way out had been the last straw.

It had been Q-chan's idea to go for a walk on the beach after D had somewhat composed himself. He'd been reluctant, but the little thing just wouldn'ttake no for an answer and the young man just hadn't had the strength to argue. Now he was glad for the change of air. The atmosphere was more than ominous and he was sure there had been more to Q-chan's insistence than mere stubbornness; after all, a Kami knows how to recognize these things. He waited, taking in nature and letting it ease him into a sort of stupor, for a good hour before he found his reason to be there.

Down it came from one of the dunes, a white wolf that slowly and hypnotically made his way towards D, who had his eyes helplessly focused on the animal. It wouldn't be the first time he found one of his pets by the sea, but it certainly was a strange place for an albino wolf. The young Kami was entranced by the sight of it, intimidating and royal in its step, and he wondered which would be this creature's mission; to whom would the wolf be a second chance?

The animal stopped in front of him. D gasped when he finally got to see the glorious animal's eyes; they were white and milky. The wolf was evidently blind, but it seemed to be looking straight at him, and his non-gaze resulted even more penetrating and entrancing than if its eyes had actually been well.

D knelt down next to it, overcome by the desire to pet it, keep it close and safe. The animal didn't speak to him, which threw D off balance, but one look at its expression was enough to know what it desired. D smiled, stroking the place behind the wolf's ears.

"It's alright, my dear;" he cooed, "You won't be alone anymore." The moon reflected on the pure, white fur. "You're with me now. You're mine, Yue."

Tsuzuku

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