I walked into the clearing. I wasn't wearing my shirt, it was too hard to train in, and I needed to get stronger. I needed to get stronger so I could protect that runt of an exorcist. I had finished my training for the day, little drops of sweat fell from my body to the ground as I walked back through the woods. It was the only place that was remote enough for me to practice without interruption.
I heard the sound of rustling, as if someone, or something, was settling in the grass. I walked silently in the direction of the sound, to a clearing with a large rock in it. He was leaning against the rock, sitting on the ground, staring at the starry sky. I looked up. It was a full moon, and the light from it fell upon him. His hair and skin was lit with a pale blue glow that enhanced his beauty.
Allen Walker, the little Moyashi, was who I loved most in the world. He didn't know. He would be disgusted if he knew, but of course he'd try to act like he wasn't. Allen was always like that. He wanted everyone to be happy, but didn't think about himself. He'd hide his feelings away and act like he was happy, even if he was in despair. That's why I needed to protect him, because he never did, himself.
Suddenly, I heard a sob that sounded like it was almost bitten back, but it couldn't be forced down any longer. I looked back at Allen, who now had his knees drawn up and his forehead was resting on them. His shoulders were shaking and his hands gripped his forearms as they were wound around his legs. He was crying.
My feet were moving before I knew it. Soon I was sitting next to him in the grass and was pulling him into my lap, wrapping my arms around him. He laced his arms around my neck and clung to me, needing someone desperately but couldn't possibly call out any more. He whimpered as I saw his skin darken and his body tensed. He was turning into a Noah. I held him as it happened, but it disappeared rather quickly.
He gasped and pushed away, but still stayed in my lap. He looked bewildered and terrified, confused and needy. "I...I..." Another sob escaped him, but he managed to bite it back better than the last.
"What's wrong?"
"Neah. He's going to take over. I know it. He...he's going to kill everyone..." Allen whispered.
"It's okay. I'll make sure that they survive," I said. "I'm stronger, you know."
"B-but...he's going to kill you. And that's all I'm worried about."
"What?" I asked, confused. I didn't want to get my hopes up.
"I don't want to lose you. I love you." He looked down.
"I love you too, and I'll protect you." I lifted his chin so I could kiss him.
I was glad that he needed me, and glad that I didn't have to be rejected. I needed this little runt, he was the only good thing about staying with the Order. He was a single moon beam on a pitch black night. He was my light. My shine.
((Yeah, I got this idea after a conversation about moonshine with my dad. Interesting how ideas come to you, huh? Anyway, I think it's cute. Review please!))