~Bamboo Forest, China~
Allen lay there, unconscious, surrounded by the glowing green particles of his innocence. There was playing cards scattered on the forest floor, and there was a "Joker" on Allen's body. The Exorcist was missing an arm, and was obviously in great pain. He was tortured by a nightmare of some sort, as he was constantly murmuring something that sounded like "Lenalee." Whatever that was.
Fo was walking through the forest after detecting strange amounts of Dark Matter. It was her job to respond to this kind of thing, seeing she was a guardian. But, as she began, the Dark Matter apparently "Disapeared" and the threat was gone. But, she did like walking through the forest, since it was so pretty, and besides, anything to get away from Bak.
Speaking of which, Bak was acting very strange lately. Maybe it was from the fact that some female exorcist was in Japan at the moment. The one he stalked and had pictures of in his room. She had transformed into her numerous times just to mess with him, laughing at him when his nose bled so much. What a pervert.
Fo sighed. The forest was so peaceful at night, the cool air and the tall, slender bamboo. She loved this forest and went here any moment she could. Sometimes she saw birds out here. Pretty, small tiny ones that looked cute.
That one old guy, Zu, he came out here sometimes too. He came to enjoy nature, and listen to the birds. But then again, he misplaced his hearing aid so often he came out most of the time to look at the birds instead.
So during her walk, she was surprised to find the exorcist, seemingly dead, surrounded by particles of innocence. But when she examined him, she found that he was still breathing. Turning over on his back, she gasped.
He was the most amazingly attractive boy she had ever seen in her 100 years or so of her existence. His white hair slightly covered the scarred eye marked with a pentagram, and his delicate face was almost feminine in a way. She reached out and felt his face and almost jerked her hand back at feeling it's smooth, soft surface. She sub-consciously sighed and smiled.
Then her eyes drifted down to his missing arm. And she gasped. Her hands trailed down along his cheek, down his neck and to the grayish stub of what was left of his arm. When she ran her hands down to the shoulder, she felt the presence of innocence.
So the boy once had a parasite type anti-akuma weapon. So what? Fo turned her head and pouted. It wasn't like she LIKED him….
Okay, maybe he was just a liiiiitle cute. But still, he wasn't irrestiable. She threw up her arms in exasperation. Okay okay, he was possibly the most attractive male she had ever seen. She almost laughed out loud. So this is how Bak felt about that one female exorcist. She had once thought about turning into that girl, but naked. And maybe size D breasts. And….
Okay, not time for pornographic thoughts. Besides, she believed Bak was impotent anyway. Maybe this boy knew the girl. And maybe she could do that to HIM….
Heh heh, Fo smiled. And maybe the boy could…. Uhh…. Save it for later Fo. She told herself. Save it for when you could fantasize in peace. Fo reached forward and flngered the boy's coat buttons. Allen Walker it read on the back. So that was this boy's name. Allen. The name even sounded pretty.
She stroked his cheek. He was so cute. So peaceful. But he must be in such great pain. She pondered. She was sure Bak and the other nerds in the science division could fix him up. Suddenly, she was taken by a need to hug him and comfort him, despite him being unconscious. He stroked his neck and leaned forward.
What am I doing? She asked herself. I don't even know him. But he so…
And she kissed him on the cheek. Then pulling back and blushing like a teenage girl, she stroked his hair. Kissing him felt so, so liberating. So she did it again, this time kissing him on the neck. Allen at this point was waking up a little, and he sighed when she kissed him for a third time. And then a fourth.
She realized he was injured again, and so, in her teenage girl frenzy, forgot that he could die. Kissing him for the last time on the forehead, she picked him up, surprised at how light he was, and carried him off to the Black Order Headquarters.
~A few hours later~
Fo sat at the foot of Allen's bed. He had been treated for his wounds, and was in no danger, but still hadn't woken up. Bak had ordered some of his nerds to gather the particles of innocence and seal it in a room for him later. She recalled that the innocence had cast a beautiful, green light on him back in the forest, making him seem almost otherworldly.
Bak came by. "Fo? What are you doing? He has to rest if you want him to wake up."
Fo sighed. "I know I know, it's just, I hope he doesn't die." She lied.
Bak raised an eyebrow. "I treated his body for any injuries. He won't die."
Fo waved him away. "Whatever." Bak shrugged and left. Fo sighed again, stroking Allen's hair. Talking to no one in particular, she let go of her emotions. "I hope you wake up soon, I mean, I hope you're okay. I want to get to know you." She put her hand on his face gently and smiled. "Geez, you even made me talk to myself." She kissed him again on the cheek. "Get well soon." She breathed into his ear. She got up reluctantly and floated through the wall, blushing. She wished that one day, she could get the chance to kiss him in the lips, and that they'd one day, love each other or something.
She never noticed Bak watching the whole thing.
