Author Note: Hello, this is the author here with a little note. Before you start reading I hope you guys check out this little note, or maybe you'll just ignore it and just read, lol. Seriously though, thank you for checking out this fanfic I made. It greatly warms my heart that you the reader are giving it a chance. I really liked Sound!Euphonium, honestly it was a really good anime and I was quite shocked to see the lack of both fanfic's and OC fanfics. So here we go, the story of Dante.

This isn't a power fantasy or harem story. I wanted to make an OC of a young troubled youth getting a second chance in a Japanese boarding school. Likewise there will be canon divergences, for example the setting of the story completely differs from the anime/LN in which Dante and the Sound!Euphonium cast attend a boarding school in the countryside rather than a standard high school. A story in which said troubled youth could find love, friends, and bump his head. I wanted to test my hand in writing a story in a high school setting, likewise with drama inside of it. I've always been a big fan of books like "Looking for Alaska" and Manga like "Boy's Abyss" which delve into both the mental and emotional parts of being a teenager.

I wanted to test my hand with this story in writing a drama and I hope you guys stick with me during this process. Thank you guys for reading this little authors note. Please remember to follow, favorite, and review because it greatly helps with my motivation in writing more chapters and helps me interact with readers. Once again have a great and awesome day.


Chapter 1


Brilliant sprays of ocean water clashed along the hem of the metal ship. Dousing it in its brilliant green and light blue allure. The hum of the rain clattered along the deck as the ship rocked steadily around. Pushing through the rough tumult of waves as they made their way through the storm.

Cracks of lightning broke through the dark sky, brightening the sky in distinct shards of purple. The creak of a door stirred through the air. The captain, a small man that drove this vessel through the heavy night made his way onto the deck.

Small stature, a roundish face…but it was his deep green eyes. Hollowed in and carved from the sands itself, rough. Years at sea, too long away from land would do something to such a man. His eyes hovered as those dark green orbs pushed through the veils of rain.

They fixated on something, a boy. His hands clenched along the base of the banister, the only thing separating him from the grasp of death of the ocean. His face ahead as it fixated at both the water and the storm.

The old sailor looked at him for a second longer. Eyes that felt, strange. The way he stared into the storm and into the ocean, almost like one was trying to comprehend the vastness of it all. Yet, for a singular man to even imagine such a thing…to even try to understand something so great, would truly be mad.

"Boy, you've got a dangerous gleam in your eyes…"

The sailor parted his lips as he spoke those words. His throat rasped from the cold air as it drew the young man's attention. A teenager, as the sailor's eyes traced along his frame, he began to get a clear look at who this young man was.

Dark blue eyes crackled along the purple of the storm as the boy's rain-soaked hair flayed along the droplets. The young man held that look, searching for clarity in something that couldn't be understood.

He was tall, looming over the man as he stood straight. His muscles stood out of his heavy coat, a broad back and shoulders that went together with an athletically lean frame. His messy dark hair falling in deep tendrils over his eyes as he swiped them clear from his face. His bronze skin glistened under the rain and the cracks of power that riddled through the sky.

"Son, I don't know what you out here doing. But I've seen dangerous men hold such looks, so trust me. I would tell you that going out by the sea isn't a good way to go."

The teenager parted his lips, English. The old man hearing the distinct phrases and the words funneling from the boy's lips. The boy seeing his confused expression started to realize what he had said, he spoke English.

Slipping out of his native tongue. "Sorry about that. Honestly, I am just out for the view." The boy turned back around, seeing the break of thunder crash along the ocean waves. Splintering all around in torrents of green and purple. "You don't see shit like this out in the Bronx…"

He waved that dangerous smile, that gleam. His teeth catching the glare of the moon that pushed through the allure of the crowd, sinking in the light like he was consuming it. Almost like he was getting stronger from it.

"Your Japanese I must say is really good. What are doing out here on this vessel…heading all the way over there. Youngsters like yourself go by planes, don't you?" The old man questioned.

The boy nodding his head with the compliment. "Thanks, honestly my flight got cancelled so my uncle told me how there were boats willing to take people on the last trek of the trip. Sounded better than waiting for days in the airport or boring my ass in a hotel."

The old man walked over, standing next to the boy as they stared into the outskirts of the sea. At the green waves that broke and hammered like drums of an orchestration. "What's your name, son?"

The boy turned around, dark blue eyes meeting green as he raised his slick hand. "Dante…Dante James Moreno."

They grasped hands; the old man shocked by the boy's strong grip. "Well Dante, what are you doing traveling to Japan. If I heard correctly, you said you came from New York?"

"Yeah, born and raised." A faint smirk as his hand proudly thumped along his chest. "My uncle, he's had this job at some Kitauji High School or something…"

The old man's fingers went to his chin, trailing his beard. "I've heard of that high school; it was recently converted to a boarding school. Dorms, facilities, and new departments. I've heard many good things."

"Yeah, I bet." His eyes narrowed as he spoke those words, a dangerous cold etched like a blade as they were steeped inside. "My uncle got my mama all worked up about the city. Told me it would do me some good to be away from it all. What a joke…"

The old sailor heard it in his voice, that bile in his tone. He has been alive for a long time, and he could tell that there was something else going on there. Yet, as he gazed along that boy's face, along that boy who seeked clarity…

It almost seemed like he was running from something, trying to escape, and come to terms with something grand. He has lived for many years, but he felt that he held an answer.

"Maybe, this is for the best, Dante." He slowly spoke, the boy in question tilting his head towards the old man as he turned back. "I know, your home is your home. But see the city, make friends, and have a good time. A new experience, no matter the cause can help you find what you're searching for…"

There was a relative silence for a second that even the old sailor didn't know how Dante felt. His eyes in a haze as those dark blue ones peered into the waves itself, to the dark parts of the ocean. Rummaging through them like a piece of gum along his mouth.

Yet, it was the old man's hand that caused him to break from his thoughts. "Think more inside, near the heat and on your cot. Trust me, it isn't good for any man to just peer into the ocean. Not good for both your mind and your soul."

Dante nodded, hesitantly of course. Following the old man back inside of the ship. Yet, he hesitated. His eyes following the cracks of lightning, until the door was sealed shut. Lightly emptying out a chilly and visible breath as he funneled through the halls. Stretching out his arms like a cat as a powerful yawn was produced, he was tired…and he needed to sleep.

Split

Dante leaned against the wall of the boat. His jacket removed and stuffed in his backpack. Wearing the same white tee and simple blue beat-up jeans from before. His hair was a mess, not having anything to properly comb or dry off the wavy locks of hair.

His fingers scrounged inside of his pocket. Parting a box as he flicked it open, inside held a pocket of smokes. Smirking as he plucked one from the base of the container, his fingers lightly rolling the beam of tobacco. Planting the object between his lips as he snaped open his lighter.

His body, filled with the purify killing smoke as it funneled into his system. His eyes half narrowed as he let out a small smile. Letting out the smoke from his nose like a bull as he began to take a good look at his surroundings.

It was early in the morning as they attached to the dock. Ben quickly waving bye to the old man as he leaped over the faint parting between the sea. Tracing in his movements as he began to make his way through the place.

Due to both the storm and coupled with the early morning, there weren't that many people around. So, he made his way being the little explorer that he was. His eyes tracing along the place. Nothing truly of note, much to his dismay.

It was merely a fishing dock, there was the occasion closed stands that were shut behind thin plates of metal sheet. Some of the boats that were stationed were wrapped together with rope and other elements of keeping them situated to the dock.

It took Dante five to ten minutes to find his uncle. Quickly flicking the cigarette out of his mouth as he began to wave his hand overhead. His uncle who leaned along the car seeing his nephew…ran to him.

"Oi, Dante!" He screamed out. A smile along his face as he quickly rushed to embrace his nephew. Arms connecting as he nearly tackled him to the ground. "It's been so long, how is everything doing!"

"Fine, really…the trip was half hazard but honestly. It went fine, Uncle Richard." Dante rasped out, his uncle getting the memo as he quickly released his struggling nephew.

"Sorry, kid. It's just, it's been actually so long since I last seen you…" His hand went down to his knee, flashing a toothy smirk as he put his sunglasses in his pocket. "You were this big back then."

Dante couldn't help but smile, it was true…except for the occasional phone call his uncle and him had barely any contact. He would see him in the occasional photo and the faint face time call. Yet, his eyes began to narrow…he's been making more efforts for contact ever since the incident.

His uncle was shorter than him, matching his blue eyes and bronze skin tone. Merely having straighter hair that contrasted his nephews wavy and faint curly hair. He got his height and his hair from his momma.

"Come on, let's go." His uncle waved to him. Opening the door as it unlocked. Dante throwing his backpack into the back of his seat as his uncle turned on the car. Before they knew it, they were already on the road. Passing the early traffic as they started to move towards the campus. Dante lightly opening the window as he felt the cold wind whip across his face.

"How is your mother doing?" His uncle asked. His eyes on the road as his nephew peered out, his eyes brightening as he stared at this new place. He had seen pictures of Japan before. Yeah, but this place blew his expectations out of the water.

So many buildings, lights, even for the early morning. The kind of neon red lights that splashed along your face, the type that you needed to shield your eyes from the crimson glare. Yet, he smirked. He was partially glad that he didn't…

The faint concrete jungle started to dissipate. His eyes widening in alarm as he threw his hand over the seat, his head poking from the back as those buildings began to change. Losing their size and glamor, there journey continuing down the road…

"Oi, Tommy." Dante hesitantly spoke. His hand outstretched as Tommy fixated on the road ahead. Dante now beginning to see rural Japan. The rice fields outstretched out of paddies; long rows of vegetation as brilliant trees swooped over in neat shadows along the road. "I thought that we were staying in the city. So, why are we out in the middle of no fuck nowhere."

Tommy let out a deep breath. "It's a boarding school, Dante. It's not going to be in the city, it's a large campus that is in the countryside."

"Wait, hold the fuck up. You said that I was going to stay in the city." Dante quickly snapped back, his head in his hands.

He liked the city; sure, he figured that Japan was going to be different but at least he would be in a familiar environment. Hell, he hated Westchester and upstate New York. His throat parched as they finally arrived, pulling into the campus as the buildings loomed over him like mountains.

There shadow inching closer as he instinctively clung to his seat. "Come on, Dante. This is good for you, to get away from it all…"

"I don't need it; I don't know why you and Ma think I need to go half across the world…" He scrunched his chin into his jacket, his blue eyes narrowed as they peered into the base of the dashboard, hearing the roll of his uncle's sigh. "Fucking Japan, of all the places I had to go here."

Tommy, his heart stuttered as he combed through his locks of straight hair. His eyes going forward and along those buildings. "I'm sorry, kid. I know that you didn't want to leave, but your mother thinks it's a good thing…after your dad she told me about the crowd you were hanging around. It wasn't good, and hell you got off pretty…"

"Where's my dorm, I don't want to talk about dad or what happened back then…"

His uncle saw that dangerous gleam in his nephew's eyes. Primal and in a haze, opening the door in front of him as he pushed through. Slinging his backpack along one shoulder as he stared into his uncles opening.

Tommy knew, that bringing up his father and the "Incident" was not a good thing, hell his words just got the best of him. Tommy knew that he didn't deserve to be his uncle and was far less than a stranger. But he would try and get him on that right track to bring him back into the present.

Sighing as he popped open his glove box. Handing Dante, a faint blue card and a ring of keys. The young man taking them both as he gazed into it. The key holding inscriptions which he found hard to read, with a neat photo of him taken a long while ago.

"That card works as both an identification and meal card, don't lose it." His hand trailed through the open window. Pointing to a faint building farther down the path. "That's your dorm, the number is on your keys."

Dante nodded with his uncle's words. Pocketing both items as he turned his gaze back to his uncle. "Listen, Dante. Don't do anything stupid…I must head back to the apartment to prepare for the coming semester. You've got the campus to yourself for a day or two."

After a couple of goodbyes. His uncle Tommy was gone, driving off as Dante pulled his gaze down the road, watching his uncle's little car vanish into the distance.

With a calm breath, he made his way towards the dorm. Seeing the faint workers, teachers, and custodians starting to make there rounds and to prepare for the new year. Getting odd looks due to his foreign features and due to the fact that he was a teenager on campus, he was out here in the chilly Japanese end of summer.

While his buddies in the city were screwing around, kissing girls, having parties. He was here, halfway across the world as he trekked the path to his dorm. Entering the lobby of the dorm was enough, it felt strangely empty.

"Eerie…"

He slowly mumbled to himself; he was the only one in here now. Even his voice trailed along the narrow halls of this strange place. Walking to the elevator as he heard it ding in alarm, he glossed down to his keychain.

Room 306, hitting the button leading to the third floor he was bumping through. The doors opening and he made his way towards his door, occasionally glancing back to his key for his number, until he found it.

Heading towards the key ring as he inserted the key into the base of the door. Parting it open as he let himself in, his eyes dragging along the confines of his new room. This would be his new home for the next year, and possibly for the coming four years afterward.

The dorm was made of white walls that reeked of just dried out paint. The plain tiles clung to the hem of Dante's socks as he kicked off this shoe. Closing the door behind him as he dropped his back to the floor, leaving his keys on the wooden desk that was pressed against the wall.

It was a single dorm, a bathroom that was pressed against the wall. Yet, he supposed that having a whole room to himself was the silver lining in the whole grand scheme of things. Dante let out a hot gush of air, right before laying his back on the base of his bed. The only thing going through his mind was one singular thought.

'It's going to be a long year…'