Of Divine Instruments and Innocence
A D Gray-Man and Okami Crossover
Fou sighed and placed her hands on her hips. This was absurd, especially after all the commotion going on from the night before with the Fallen One.
"Man…I can't believe Baka-Bak is putting me up to this, out of all the things he could have me doing," she complained aloud, watching the white wolf as it sniffed about with a slight limp. "Really, I'm not sure why he had to put me in charge of this. I've got much more important things to worry about." Okay, so she did know why, but that didn't mean she couldn't complain about it. "I don't see why you can't just walk yourself."
The white wolf stopped and looked up at her with a quirk of its ears, whining low in its throat.
Fou sighed again and shook her head back and forth. "Ya, ya. Just hurry up, would you? I don't like leaving headquarters or that bumbling idiot unprotected. He's pretty much hopeless without me."
As if understanding, the canine barked as though to agree and turned back to walking and sniffing about for a suitable place to do business.
When it did, Fou made it a point to look elsewhere in disinterest until done. The canine shook itself off and trotted with an unsteady gait to stand in front of her, tail wagging.
"All done? Good. Then let's go back," she announced, turning around.
She walked several steps before noticing that her pure white companion had stopped and was sniffing around again, Fou making a noise of irritation.
"Oh come on, you just we- hey!" she barked, watching as the canine turned and ran the opposite way she wanted to go. Having no choice but to follow, she growled in annoyance and ran along after the limping lupine through the woods into an area shrouded by thick fog.
"I swear, if you're wasting my time chasing rabbits or something, then Holy or not, I'm gonna-!" she started to holler, not able to see enough to keep from tripping on the very canine she was chasing and falling right on top of it.
With a groan of exasperation, she sat up and rubbed her head, even as her ears were met with miniscule ranting that could rival her own.
"Hey! Watch it! Just what do you think you're doing?! You almost killed me, you know!" flamed a small, bouncing green light. "Honestly, I try to sleep for a few minutes and I almost get squished! Talk about rude!"
Even as the flea-sized critter continued to rant, Fou snatched him up in her hand, his yelling now muffled but still equally as annoying.
"Oh shut it. Blame the furball here for stopping in front of me without any warning," Fou told him flatly, before she paused as the white wolf stood with a whimper.
At first Fou was left to think maybe she'd accidentally hurt the poor creature and worsened its wounds again, but stopped and followed its form with her eyes to where the wolf was sniffing at another figure she hadn't noticed before.
The first thing she took notice of was the black and silver uniform, obviously one of their own from the Order, realizing a moment later the blood staining his clothing and trailing from his lips, skin pale and eyes hollow; glazed; unseeing.
There was no doubt in her mind. The guy had to be dead.
"God damn…" she breathed.
Her hand slackened and the little green light wriggled it's way free from her hand, hopping up and down in front of her furiously.
"I can't believe you! Snatching me up like that when I'm talking to you! Maybe I'll sting you with my trusty sword, Denkomaru! It'd serve you right, you-!" he stopped hopping and seemed to notice her not even paying attention, turning his own head to see the body and sobering.
"Oh man…just what the heck happened here?" he questioned, hopping back to stand on the nose of the wolf. "What a mess. Poor kid."
The wolf whined pitifully, golden eyes sorrowful and tail flicking slightly.
"I know you wanna help Ammy…but I don't think Rejuvination works that way."
Once again the wolf whined at him, head lowering.
Fou blew out a resigned sigh and stood up, pulling the white-haired boy onto her back with some difficulty, seeing as she was quite a bit shorter than him, and made even harder by the fact that he only had one arm to support him by. At the very least, they needed to properly dispose of the body.
"Come on, we should go back. Bak's not going to be happy about this."
With another whimper, the white canine followed alongside, gold eyes watching the boy the entire way back.