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As much as Kanda did not want to admit it, he was slightly worried. Inwardly, of course; and despite liking solitude, it irked to know that a certain Moyashi has been ignoring him. It was simply not just because the Moyashi had missions, and has been away for a long period of time. No, in fact, ever since they had defeated the Earl and the Noah Clan, none of them have had missions, and that had been nearly a week ago.
Occasionally, whenever he saw the Moyashi walking down the hallway, Kanda would tried to engage in a verbal contest with the silvery white haired exorcist; but to the swordsman's surprise and dismay, the Moyashi would simply ignore him. And that aggravated Kanda more than he would let it show on his expression. Baka Usagi had once said that he – Yuu Kanda – was in love with the Moyashi, and that was just bull. Since then, he regretted confiding in Baka Usagi.
After all, he was not in love with the Moyashi. What kind of absurd idea was that?
Allen let out a quiet sigh as he leaned against the window sill, watching the sunrise in silence. It had taken him all these years to find the source, and he knew that it would still take a while before his mission is deemed complete. With another sigh, he closed his eyes as if in concentration, and reopened seconds later with a slight smile displaying on his face.
He peered to his right where a golden golem was fluttering in midair, and said in a low tone, "Let's go, Timcampy. It's time for us to finish our mission."
Allen did not bother to wait for a response from Timcampy, knowing that he would not receive one, as he slipped off his uniform and changed into casual attire. He put on a pale blue undershirt, followed by black, white, and ice-blue colored blazer, a pair of black jeans with a black belt, and a pair of black combat boots. Once finished, he dragged a suitcase from underneath his bed, plopped it open, and grabbed a weapon. With a small smirk displaying on his face, he shoved the suitcase underneath the bed, and walked out of the room with Timcampy following him.
"If my source of information is correct, he should be heading to Monaco right now," Allen stated to his golem as he headed towards the supervisor's office, and added, "We don't have that much time before he's there, but I want to catch him in action; yet I also cannot risk civilians' lives. It'll be tricky, but I believe we can do it, Tim."
Timcampy bobbed his head in response, resembling to a nod, as he followed Allen. For the rest of the trip to the office, the silvery white haired exorcist did not say anything as he simply listened to the soft taps of his footsteps, and trees rustling outside the windows.
"Allen," a familiar voice interrupted the silence.
The said person paused in mid stride, and gave a half-turn to see Lenalee. She, adorning her uniform whilst carrying a clipboard in her hands, walked towards him with a smile gracing on her expression. When she was a few feet away from him, she greeted, "Good morning, Allen."
"Good morning, Lenalee," he responded politely.
"Are you going somewhere?" the female exorcist could not help but ask, and gave a questionable glance towards his casual outfit. It was definitely rare to see the exorcists not dressed in uniforms at Black Order, but she was not going to voice her curiosity. After all, it was not her place to say.
Instead of giving his fellow comrade a response, Allen simply gave her a mysterious smile and continued towards his destination. Lenalee, on the other hand, turned around to say something, but stopped and let out a frown. She then turned around with a shake of her head, and continued walking whilst silently assuming that Allen woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Allen stopped in front of a pair of double doors, and gave a swift glance towards Timcampy before he knocked. After a couple of seconds, he walked into the documents scattered room, and headed towards the supervisor's desk. He gave Reever a polite nod of greeting as he passed by the older man, and finally stopped in front Komui, who – for once – was working diligently while sipping on his morning coffee.
"What can I do for you, Allen?" Komui asked as he looked up from his paperwork.
"I would like to request some time off, if you don't mind, Komui-san," the silvery white haired exorcist spoke calmly as he put his hands in his pocket.
"Is there a reason why?" the supervisor asked somewhat with a suspicious glance as he clasped his hands, and rested his chin on top of his palms. "It's rare for you to request such things; but seeing how the war with the Earl has ended and whatnot, I don't mind giving you a mini-vacation," Komui continued.
"I appreciate it, Komui-san," Allen spoke with a smile, and added shortly afterwards, "If it is possible, I would like to have 3 days of vacation."
Komui resisted the urge to massage his temple, knowing that he would not receive a proper explanation when the exorcist before him dodged the first question. In the end, all he could say was, "Alright. But I expect a report from you when you come back."
"Of course, thank you, Komui-san," Allen answered with a smile on his face, and continued, "Please do not tell the Central about this until my return. Tim, let's go." He directed the last phrase to his golem before he walked away from a confused supervisor, who simply muttered that it was too early to deal with problems as these.
A young boy looked around his village with frightened eyes, unsure of what to do but stare at the large smoke in the distance that slowly polluted the once clean air. It had been two days since his father was captured, and his mother taken away by unknown men. The elderlies were also taken away to another location, which meant that he and other children in the village were the only ones left behind, feeling completely and utterly helpless.
He saw the symbol on those men's coat, a silver rose cross… indicating that they were from Black Order. He might be young, but he was not a fool; he knew that they were an organization created to fight against akuma. He knew that the fight had ended a week ago; at least from what little he could manage to read from a newspaper. If that was so, then why did his parents and grandparents – along with other adults – taken? He wanted to rescue them; yet the same time, he felt afraid. He felt fear… as if one wrong move could cost his family's lives, and his life. He wanted to rescue them, but he did not know what to do. Glancing around his village, and seeing other children's frightful expressions, he knew they felt the same.
That night, he prayed yet again. There was nothing he could do except pray, because he knew that it was futile to fight against those men of Black Order. Especially for someone like him, who knew next to nothing about fighting. Which was why, he, who did not believe in god, prayed for help… prayed that someone would come save them. And that night, he fell asleep feeling despair and helplessness… for a third day in a row.
When he woke up the next morning, he could not help but feel a renew hope lingering in his heart. However, he knew that the reality would not change that quickly because he could still see large smokes blanketing his small village, and he could smell something in the air that made him want to vomit.
"Excuse me," a soft voice interrupted his train of thoughts.
The young boy immediately shifted his gaze the owner of the voice outside his window, which he rapidly opened, and could not help but be transfixed to the young man standing before him.
"Are you an angel here to save us?" the young boy voiced out his thought in daze, and immediately shook his head before he spoke once again, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Do you need some help, sir?"
The young man merely chuckle at his action, and spoke, "I saw some smoke from the distance, and was wondering what happened."
"I'm not sure, sir," the young boy answered honestly as he shifted his attention to the young man with long silvery white hair, and continued as he looked at the black smoke emitting in the distance, "It started approximately 3 days ago when some men from Black Order captured the adults in this village. I would very much like to rescue my parents and grandparents, but I have no idea how to fight. It's very vexing, to tell you the truth, sir."
"I see… thank you for the information," the young man responded and gave him a nod. Wordlessly, the young boy stared as the mysterious young man headed towards the black fume as if it was the most natural thing to do.
Allen let out a sigh as he leaned against a tree trunk as he held a silver pistol in his hands, and from the corner of his eyes, he noted that Timcampy was still fluttering near his head. He closed his eyes, feeling a familiar sensation encompassing his body, and reopened his eyes seconds afterward. He then gestured his small companion with his finger before he hid behind another tree trunk.
"Began recording, Tim," Allen instructed as he aimed his pistol at an unsuspecting target and fired. Timcampy flew to another direction whilst giving its master one last glance, and hid between trees where it could complete its order and still be undetectable.
The silvery white hair exorcist, on the other hand, hid behind another tree as he fired another round to eliminate the guards. He let out a smirk when more guards rushed to their fallen comrades, and silently twirled his weapon in his left hand.
"This should be fun," Allen murmured as he disappeared from his spot as if by some magic.
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