Lordy Lordy. I actually rewrote chapter two and then decided it was too short. So yay for new material!

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Chapter Two :.: The Band

Lavi sat fuming at his drum set. He looked at the guitar on its stand beside the lead microphone, they belonged to Yu. Then his eyes peered at the tambourine next to the back up mic. Those where Lena's. Then the basses stand. That was Marie's. When his eyes fell on the dust covered keyboard, Lavi's chest flared with fury as his usual rant started up.

"Yu! We need a new keyboardist! I mean, COME. ON. There just has to be someone!" Lavi's flaming red head bobbed as he whined at his band leader, guitarist, and boyfriend.

This was Black Churches' finest rock band on campus. 'Was' being the operative word. The band, 'The Black Order', was on the cusp of a break up. Marie, their bassist, was going through graduation that year. But they could easily go on with out their bass; Marie had set them up with a secondary bassist. The issue was that Daisya, their original keyboard player, had gotten expelled for some stupid endeavor.

"Lavi. Shut. Up." Kanda said stiffly, or as Lavi called him, 'Yu'. He had had this conversation at least ten times in the last week. Kanda Yu was an exchange student from Japan, he had picked up English rather quickly. But if not for his musical skills, his bad grades would have prevented him from setting foot within a thousand mile radius of the institute. "We have checked out every piano major here. Not. One. No one plays like Daisya does."

"But Yu-"

"I said shut up. . . Deak." Lavi gasped dramatically when Kanda had said that name. Lavi had a thing for changing his whole existence from time to time. When Kanda had met him, he had been Deak. His forty-eighth name change and persona. After only a few months of knowing Kanda, which had changed him so vividly, he got his name changed, this time to Lavi.

"You swore that you'd never mention that name again!"

Kanda smirked at the result. There. Keyboard tirade aborted. It really was hard for people to believe that they were honestly dating and together considering how they acted. But if you were there to see it you'd get it perfectly.

Just as Lavi was going to yell something particularly cruel at Kanda, Lenalee ran in with a grin on his face. Yes 'his'. Lena did indeed appear like a girl, act like a girl, dress like a girl, and sing like a girl, but he was by no means a girl. "Guess what big brother said!" He chimed in his feminine voice. He straitened out his long skirt carefully and smiled broadly.

"What, Lena-chan?" Lavi asked leaning over his drums, cocking his head to one side. Kanda rather simply raised a brow in question.

Lenalee clasped his hands together, "We have a new student coming!"

"A new kid? Big whoop." Kanda shrugged it off to be nothing, though truth be told he was the newest undergraduate there. But Lavi had seen Lenalee's reasoning for mentioning this.

"He's a key player, right? That'd would be the only reason you'd so much as bring a guy to our attention!" Lavi pumped his fist in the air. "God has finally shown us his gracious love!"

"He's a trained, proper pianist, actually. But there's hope." Only naturally Lavi ignored this tidbit of information that Lena was trying to offer. He was far too busy conducting a too loud prayer of thanks.

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Allen Walker yawned as he exited Cross's Lamborghini and stepped out toward the gate. That yawn had shifted into a gape. 'Oh god.' His silver-blue eyes widened as he gazed at the castle like school building. 'I know he's well off but, how can he afford this?'

Allen walked in cautiously, a backpack on and a suitcase in hand. The school really was a citadel. He entered the guidance office and got a slip of paper the had his room number on it. He was handed a key card, presumably for an electric lock and given simple directions on how to get to his dorm. As he drew up to his lodgings he noticed the small cliques and stares he was receiving. It felt like they all knew each other. He could practically feel them rejecting him. He turned into a hallway when a sign over head had an arrow that said "Rooms 235 A – 265 A".

'Oh, Father. Oh, Mana. I need help. What am I doing here?'

Feeling flustered after he reached a hallway that claimed to hold his room number, Allen had half a mind to give up. He'd been up and down the stupid carpeted landing a dozen times but the listed numbers had skipped fifteen of the advertised thirty. He leaned up against a wall and slumped down it and grabbed handfuls of hair. He'd normally ask for directions, but he felt so out of place that it felt like he'd be speaking a totally different language.

Allen scoffed at himself and leaned his head on the wall. He wished that someone would see that he needed the help and would straight off offer it. And just like that the door across from him opened.

A boy about his height with a hoodie and medical mask exited and glanced at him. "Do you need help?" The boy's voice was raspy, maybe he was sick.

Allen could hear a chorus of saints singing for him. "Yes, please." He held out the slip for the boy, who was most likely older, to see.

Taking the slip and studying it he laughed. "You missed the turn. It's weird how it's set up. I'll show you." He offered his hand to help Allen up and had a smile in his eyes. "I'm Toma. You must be the new kid, Allen, right?"

"Are you physic?" Allen asked surprised his name was known. Toma shook his head and laughed.

"Not at all. It's just on your room assignment slip." He waved the paper teasingly as he guided the younger boy to his room.