This, dear reader, was supposed to be a simple, normal 5000 words one-shot somehow, though, my imagination decided that it would be better to turn it in a small fic.
Anyway, the main idea came thanks to this lovely pic I found one day in DA:
shaerahaek. deviantart art/For-the-Sake-of-the-Mission-468504679 (please delete the spaces in between, but FF didn't let me put the link all together.)
Of course I did ask the author for using this pic as the base of my story, so half the credit goes to them! Thank you very much for letting me use it!
I hope you will like it!
They were all deadpan staring at the boy in front of him, the only one who seemed to be totally used to seeing Allen wearing a dress was, obviously, Cross Marian.
-Flashback-
All the Exorcists present at the time in the HQ were reunited in Komui's office, staring at the Chief and General Cross, who was smoking without really listening.
"Are you going to tell us why are we all here, Komui-nii-san?" Lenalee asked.
"Hum… Well… We need someone to go with General Cross to a mission." The Chinese man said.
"So? Send someone." Lavi said, still not understanding what was going on.
"But I don't want it to be Lenalee-chan!" He said, hugging his baby sister and crying.
"She's the only girl in the tower, Komui." Cross said, putting his smoke down to look at him.
"She is not coming with you to a brothel." He replied.
"Brothel?" Everyone yelled.
"Out of everyone you could send, you want to send him?" Allen asked, shaking his head.
"You wound me, idiot apprentice." Cross-said, putting a hand on his heart. "But anyway, we need a woman, Komui."
"General Nine, then."
"She sent that damn monkey of her on me when I asked." At that, the white haired boy chuckled.
"Miranda?"
"Yeah right." Everyone nodded at that and Miranda looked down, sad, but smiled when Marie hugged her.
"Kanda?"
"Do you wanna die Komui? Because I can make it happen in two seconds!" The samurai-like Exorcist yelled as he withdrew Mugen.
"General Kanda, you are the only one who looks like a female! Sort of." Komui said, hiding behind Reever. Since Kanda had agreed to Tiedoll to become a General when he went looking for Allen now he had to answer to the title he despised so much.
"What? That's it, I'm going to open you from side to side, chop you and then feed Moyashi with you!"
"What?" Allen yelled. "And I already told you, name's Allen!" The British teen yelled.
"Besides, a lady must have some manners. Kanda here lacks them completely." The General said and they started again, Komui giving name's of women who knew that went from Timothy's teacher to a finder and to the bakery store lady, Cross denying them all with one excuse or another, Kanda trying to chop Komui with Marie holding him, Lavi mocking him, Bookman hitting Lavi…
"That's it. Shishō, I'm coming with you." Allen said, standing up and making everyone go silent and still and causing that they looked at him as if he was crazy.
"What did you just say?" Lavi asked.
"I said I'm going to go to the brothel with Shishō." He repeated.
"Aren't you a bit too young to go to a brothel?" Miranda asked softly.
"As if I haven't been to any before." The boy replied, making his master laugh out loud. "I know quite well by ways in brothels, don't you worry, Miranda." The boy said.
"H-how?"
"Had to pick up Shishō a few times from them." He grumbled and the redheaded General grinned, as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Are you sure you want to do this, General Walker?" Komui asked. Yes, Allen Walker was the youngest General ever, after his come back to the Black Order. Just like his own master, he didn't fancy the position and the responsibilities that came with it either, but there was no going back. Besides, he had a lot more freedom now than before, which was, precisely, what Komui and fellow Order's members feared, seeing who his master was. And they were not wrong at all: while one would go fetch women, the other one would go fetch victims to play poker and both would disappear for months without sending the receipts.
"It doesn't matter if I want to or if I don't, it's a matter that it has to be done. You won't let Lenalee do it, Miranda can't do it, Kanda won't do it and if you force him to do it he'll destroy the whole building and Marie, Krory and Lavi wouldn't make a nice woman even if you threw at them all your potions." Allen said.
"And what makes you think you can make a nice woman, General?" Lavi asked, highly offended at the comment thrown his way.
"Give me ten minutes." Allen said and left, dragging Lenalee along with him.
"General? Where are we going?"
"I need your make-up and one of your dresses." He said and she opened the door of her room.
"Oh. Ok. Do you need my help?" She asked as she handed him her finest dress and her make-up.
"No. Thank you." He smiled sweetly and she nodded before leaving him alone and going back to the office.
Ten minutes later when Allen came in, dressed in a bright blue Chinese traditional dress, two buns in the tops sides of his head, lips red, soft make up in his face, but he didn't bother on covering the curse mark.
-End of flashback-
"S-strike!" Lavi said and he found himself with a fist connected to his face, courtesy of his strike. "Not so much, maybe."
"Wow Allen! You look so…"
"Beautiful?" Marian whispered, but the only ones who seemed to catch it up were Bookman and Marie, who looked at his way, but said nothing.
"I knew you were a girl, Moyashi." Kanda said smugly.
"At least I haven't been turned down because my lack of manners, Bakanda." That made the Japanese look away, not really having a hasty reply to that. "Anyway, Shishō, do I look ok to your standards?" He asked, walking up to his master.
"Yeah. You pass." He only said. "But we are not going to China, we are going to Paris."
"Ugh. Not Paris!" Allen whined.
"What's wrong with Paris? It has some of the most beautiful women." Lavi said, confused: Paris was a guy's dream.
"Yeah. And it means corsets." Allen growled. "Don't you think there's something wrong with me and those?"
"Oh. That." The younger redhead said.
That happened to be the breasts.
Komui and Reever had suggested one of their multiple potions and even though Allen agreed to take it, Cross had actually pulled Judgement out and said that if someone made Allen take any potion, he'd be shooting everything in his path.
No one doubted it.
So now master and pupil were in red-light district of Paris. Allen still dressed as a boy and carrying both their bags to their hotel.
"How come we are not going to Madame Babineaux?" Allen asked as he put both cases down.
"I don't want to. This place look nice enough."
Which was true, for being in the red district, it had one comfortable-looking bed, a quite big sofa, a table with two armchairs and bathroom with a tub, a sink and a toilet, two towels…
"Do you want to go to the brothel today or do you prefer to go to some pub from around the bar so I can make some money?" Allen asked.
"Let's go make some money." Cross said and the younger nodded, putting on a wig of brown hair and staying about five minutes looking at his reflexion. "What are you doing now, idiot apprentice?" Cross asked as he went to the bathroom.
He stopped too: he had only seen Allen with brown hair in the recordings Tim made but one thing was sure: the boy looked a lot better with white hair. Made him… unique.
"I'm sorry, master." The boy said softly, tearing his eyes from the reflexion.
"Wait." The man said stopping him by putting a hand in his shoulder. "What's with the wig?"
"I just… I thought I wouldn't fit in a brothel with… white hair." The boy muttered and looked down, flinching when he saw his master raise a hand.
He never expected the hand to softly tug the wig off. "You look better this way." Cross said and Allen could have sworn he had heard tenderness and care. He was probably dreaming. He saw him rummage in his bag and then covered Allen's white hair with a black wool had. "There. Let's go."
The boy nodded and trailed behind him. There was something really weird going on with Cross: he wasn't drinking less, he was going out less and the fact that they were staying at a hotel instead of Madame Babineaux was weird to say the least since he loved to stay with his favourite French lover.
Once they got to a pub, Allen went to the poker table and lucky him, they were just going to start so the guys, thinking he was going to be an easy prey, let him join the game. Cross, on the other side, went to the bar, as usual. And Allen thought he would have to stay a really long time in the pub playing when he saw a couple of women approach his master, but to his utter disbelief, he just shook his head and came his way, lifting a stool and sitting right behind him, his legs open, leaving the pupil between his legs.
"M-master?" He said, confused.
"What?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Watching you play." That was the first time that the General had put interest in Allen's gambling. Or better yet, in the process of the gambling since he obviously had always been interested in the results of it.
The boy merely shrugged and continued playing, although today he had to put more concentration in the game because of his master's proximity: the powerful legs were almost glued to his sides, one hand was on his shoulder and his head… let's skip where his head was in respect of his master's body.
A couple of hours later, Allen felt something cold touch his lips and when he looked down he found a glass with whiskey being held by a gloved hand.
"Isn't this your favourite?" Cross asked, confused: he had only seen his apprentice drink that specific liqueur. Did he get it wrong? Had his taste changed during the time they were separated?
"It is." If the elder had been confused, the second one was even more perplexed: his master had never, ever, bought him a drink in a pub. Heck, he was even surprised he knew what he liked the most. "Th-th-thank you Shishō." He stuttered, suddenly nervous when the hand that was resting on his shoulder massaged a stiff knot in his neck.
They were going back to their hotel when all tripped and went fell face-first on the floor, hard. He was getting on his knees when two big hands lifted him to his feet.
"Shishō?" He asked, even more confused than before: his master had never been a kind a person and now was buying him drinks and helping him up (without making him fly, that is)
"You ok?" He nodded, dumbfounded and blushed heavily when a heavy hand rested in his waist and pressed him against a taller and bigger and stronger and sexier body… Sexy? Allen blushed and looked up at his master: Yes, sexy. Master was sexy. Freaking sexy. He wondered how come he didn't notice it before… And, more importantly, why the fuck was he noticing it now?
Oh God. He had just thought that the man that showed him how to fight and, in some ways, raised him, was sexy. Not to mention the obvious age different between them. How old was he anyway? He looked as if he was in his middle thirties, but if he had known Mana when they were still teenager, that meant he was older. Did his Master for some reason not age? Because that would be so cool!
"Allen, Allen. Are you ok?" He blinked and stared at his master, who was now kneeling in front of him and patting his cheek as if to wake him from a dream.
"Uh… Huh. I'm sorry." He mumbled and then went to the sofa, trying not to look at him and put himself in evidence. "I'll sleep on the couch." The boy said and quickly went to the bathroom to put his sleeping clothes.
Cross seemed to want to say something, but didn't. Instead, he stripped down to boxers and crawled into bed. He heard Allen come back from the bathroom and settle down on the coach. And again, he wanted to say something to the boy, something like 'Thank you for coming with me' but… the boy would only smile politely at him, hurt in his eyes, believing he was just making fun of him.
"Good night, Shishō." He heard.
"Night." He replied.
It was midnight when the General woke up shivering: Paris in winter was so damn cold. He then realised he was covered in a thick blanket that he was sure he didn't have when he went to sleep.
He settled down to sleep again, tightening the blanket around his body tighter when he realised something: that blanket was Allen's blanket. He quickly stood up and went to check on the boy. He pressed a hand against the boy's cheek: the kid was freezing. He started at him, thinking what to do for a good ten minutes and after having discarded the idea of bringing him to the bed with him knowing that Allen would be mad at him for at least two weeks for it (and in all honesty, he didn't want the boy to be mad at him. Again) he decided to cover him with his general coat (Allen's wouldn't have been of much use, since it was just a jacket), which was warmer than the blanket and softer. He then grabbed a pair of wool socks he brought and covered Allen's feet with them, making sure to stretch them as far as they would go.
Sighing, he pushed the snowy hair and caressed his pupil's forehead with the thumb.
"Idiot apprentice, you'll get sick if you are not careful." Cross said as he went back to his bed. But he couldn't fall asleep again, his head remembering the time he found the boy by Mana's grave: it had been snowing, and the child was cold, freezing, but he seemed to not feel it. At the beginning he thought it was just because he was in shock and that he didn't feel anything, however, as months went by, and then years, he realised Allen wasn't bothered at all by temperatures. He had first thought it was because of the Innocence in him, but that wasn't possible, other parasitic exorcists did suffer extreme temperature. So he asked the kid. The answer left him dumbfounded and wanting to embrace the child. But he didn't.
"There aren't stoves or fans in the streets, Shishō." The boy said. "And the other homeless people didn't let me go near to their stoves or in the shadows they were in." He told him, almost crying. That night, Marian let the boy get everything out of his chest and stroked his hair as he cried himself to sleep.
Since that day he made sure Allen was not going to get sick because of his invulnerability to feel extreme temperatures, because he did catch colds due the fact of his inappropriate clothing.
Next morning, when Allen woke up and found himself covered with the long black and golden coat he looked at the bed, confused. Did his master cover him with his own jacket? Seeing that he was still sleeping, he brought the piece of clothing to his face and inhaled deeply, breathing the heavy smell of alcohol, cologne and cigarettes so typical of his master. What he didn't expect was a low moan to scape his throat.
Oh fuck. Just great. Now I'm moaning at Shishō's smell. He groaned in his head as he eyed to clock in the table. 7am. He would have to get up any moment, so he decided to be the first one to shower.
When he came back, his master was sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes and scratching his neck.
"Morning master." He said.
"Morning Allen. Are you done with the bathroom?"
"Yes." When Master walked next to him, before the younger could control himself, he grabbed the redhead's wrist. "I… Thank you." He only said, letting go of the arm.
"You too." He ruffled his white hair and then went to the bathroom.
And Allen stood there, shirtless, a towel on his shoulder and his hair messed and wet. There was something going. Definitely.
Oh. Crap. Did this strange behaviour mean he had a full stock of new debts to pay?
He would wait, innocent until proven guilty, but if that was the case, he was going to murder General Cross Marian in the most painful ways he could muster. Shaking his head, he dried his hair and finished dressing.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes Master." He said as he took the wool hat. "Can I use it again?"
"You can keep it if you want." The elder said. "Let's go get breakfast."
"Yes!" He gasped as he clutched the hat in his hand before putting in his head. "Thank you Shishō!" He said, smiling up at him, he stopped when Marian cupped his face on one of his hands. "S-Shishō?"
"This is… this is the first time you smiled at me." He said and the boy blinked: it couldn't be true; everyone said he was always smiling, he sure would have smiled at his master. "The only times I've seen you smile like this was around Mana and Narein."
Oh. He looked down, suddenly sorry that he had never smiled at the man. Debts or no debts, the man had taken care of him for three years without knowing him at all.
He'd make sure he smiled more at him, then.
They spent the daylight hours wandering around, looking for any traces of the Innocence around the brothel they had been taught to go, any Akuma, but they found nothing.
So now, Allen was in the bathroom, putting up a nice dress Mirada gave him, putting make up on and doing his hair.
"Master?"
"Hm." The man was sitting by the window, smoking.
"We still have a problem." The boy said and that made the elder look at him.
And Marian could only blink twice before he realised (truly, deeply realised) that his pupil was even more beautiful and sexy that he had ever imagined: the white pearl, his left arm covered by a sleeve that ended up with a fluffy cloth with black flowers while the right arm was just covered by a long white glove, black stocking and white shoes with small heels, the black flowers in his head, the earrings…
Fuck. Right now, he was the definition of screwed.
"What is it?"
"Hum…" The boy fidgeted with the upper part of the dress. "I… can't fill this." He said, blushing heavily.
"Oh. That. Come here." He beckoned his apprentice to go next to him. It was kind of amazing how he didn't trip with heels or the dress. He then brought his hands to the flat chest and muttered a spell, making the skin stretch and take a round form and…
"Shishō, why do you know a spell like that?" Allen asked, frowning a bit.
"Wouldn't you like to know." He said, mysteriously as he gently turned him around and accommodated the dress correctly. "Turn around." He said and Allen did so. Cross made an approving sound, but then frowned.
"Is there something wrong?" Allen asked, looking down to the dress: was there a stain or something? Maybe the tights were broken somewhere.
"Why did you cover the mark?" He asked as he started to remove the make up that covered the curse with the tip of a towel.
Precisely and only the make up that covered it.
"There."
"Shishō I don't think it's a good idea…" He started to say.
"Nonsense. Let's go." The elder said, tugging him. "Tim, let's go." The golem flew to his head.
They were sitting on a couch, or rather, Cross was sitting on a couch and Allen was in his lap, laughing merrily, for what, the red-haired man had absolutely no idea.
"Do you want something to drink, Master Cross?" The boy/girl asked seductively, a finger twirling hot vibrant fire hair. When the man didn't reply he/she only giggled and stood up elegantly and leaned to his ear. "No worries. I know what you want anyway." He whispered and then kissed the shell of his ear.
Cross Marian sat there, watching his pupil go to the bar and order something. He also saw how two men walked up to him (her? That was so confusing!) and started flirting, he was about to snicker (because who wouldn't, knowing two men were trying to talk up a womanthat was actually a man?) when he saw that Allen was flirting back.
He was about to get up and take the boy with him when he realised the grin the boy was wearing: the Poker smile. Yes, in capital letter, it was impossible to confuse it. He also had that look in his eyes that said that he was going to leave them dry… That would probably blow up the cover so he moved his hand for him to come over.
"Hey, were are you going now?" One of the men said, grabbing 'her' arm.
"Oh, excuse-moi, but my…" he waved his arm in Cross direction when he didn't know how to name him. "Is awaiting for me." He picked up the two glasses from the bar and went back to his master, leaving the two men in there. He plopped down to Cross' lap and brought the glass to his lips, tipping it a bit so he could swallow. "Is it of your liking, Master Cross?" He asked, whispering.
"What were you doing back there?" The man asked, and Allen blinked, as he seemed to catch something in his voice. Jealousy? Anger?
"Well… This is a brothel right? And I'm one of the girls so I must flirt… Why? Jealous that I get people and you don't?" He asked, teasing.
"Not how I would have had put it…" The elder grumbled.
That threw Allen off a bit: he wanted to tease his master and make him angry at the fact that not even a single woman had approached him and he thought he had succeeded nicely since his master had been scowling since they had arrived and he didn't seem exactly happy to have his transgendered pupil sitting in his lap.
What the British boy didn't know was that Marian was not scowling because he wasn't getting any attention of any female in the room but because Allen was indeed receiving too many glances and too much attention for his liking. So yes, he was jealous, but just not because of the reason the boy thought. He took the glass from the somewhat delicate gloved hands and brought to said hand's owner. Allen smiled and sipped.
"Hey, beauty, why don't you leave the old man and come with us?" One guy said to Allen, putting a hand in his thigh.
"Yeah, he's right. You are too much for him… What's with that mask anyway? He's creepy." Said another one.
"We'll treat you real nice. Make you feel like a real woman." A third one said as he tried to lift his dress.
They didn't see Judgment coming. "Leave and I'll spare your life today." Cross said, one arm wrapped around Allen's body, pressing him to himself.
"You seriously are going to stay with him? He's crazy!" One of them said, and when Allen heard the safe of the gun tick, he did the first thing he could think of: he grabbed his master's face and pressed a kiss right on his lips.
It was effective to say the least, judging by how the elder blinked and lowered the gun. What he did not expect was to the kiss to be returned with the intensity of the Sin Annihilation Level.
"S-Shishō?" He asked, dazed.
"Not now." He nodded and gasped when his eye activated, revealing three Akuma outside the brothel.
"Master!" He said and the elder nodded.
"Can you fight like this?"
"Yeah. I think so." He nodded and activated Crowned Clown when the three Akuma came in.
Lucky for them, they were just Level 2. The fight didn't even hit the 20 minutes.
And lucky for them two, they where carrying the Innocence.
"Well, hasn't this been easy!" Cross said. "You ok, Allen?" He asked when he saw the boy on the floor and rubbing his ankle.
"I think I twisted it… Those damn heels." He said as he tried to stand up, legs wobbling a bit.
"Come here, idiot apprentice." He said as he scooped the boy in his arms.
"H-hey! Put me down!" He exclaimed.
"You can't walk but if you want to and then having to stay in the Nursery with the Head Nurse for at least to weeks, be my guest." The elder replied. That was enough to shut the brat up, causing him to fold his arms and let himself be carried.
Once they were back in the room and Allen had stripped down to boxers his Master started to bandage his foot, not without undoing the spell before, of course.
"Shishō?" He received a growl in response. "Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked, cautious.
"Why?"
"It's just… you are acting really weird with me and…"
"If you don't like me trying to be nice to you I can go back to my old self, less trouble for me!" He said harshly, almost making Allen flinch.
"No! I like it better this way it's just that… You always said you didn't care about me and…" He trailed off.
Marian sighed as he sat down next to the boy and gathered him into his arms. "Idiot apprentice. Did you really think I would have taken you under my wing if I didn't care?" he asked softly, starting to remove the flowers from the white hair. "I know I'm not the parental figure you expected, I know I'm not Mana, but give me a little credit, would you?" Allen's eyes opened wide open at the almost palpable sadness in his voice and before he could think what he was doing, he found himself hugging him.
"I'm sorry… I didn't want to hurt you." He whispered, burying his face in his chest. "I know I always complain about you, but… I'm really happy that you are my master and not some body else. And I don't need… want you to be Mana. I like you." He smiled sweetly at him before resting his head against the strong chest.
"Allen…" He was dumbfounded: he had always thought that the boy hated him and now… now he couldn't be happier even if he tried.
"I'm really sorry…" He said once more and blinked when Cross pulled him away of his chest. His breath hitched when his master's lips pressed against his forehead. "Shishō?"
"What?" He replied softly, still taking the flowers off his hair.
"Hum… Back in there, when those men came… why did you… kiss back?" His face was so read now that he was sure you couldn't even see the curse mark.
And Cross smirked evilly (that same smirk Allen didn't see in the past weeks) and trapped him against the bed in his own body.
"Well, you kissed me first, so why couldn't I kiss you back?" He asked.
"Hum… You don't like… men." The younger whispered and blinked when his eyes were suddenly filled with tears: how could he have forgotten of that detail? There was no way Shishō was attracted to him.
"Hm… Is that so?" He would be lying if he said he wasn't having fun teasing his pupil. The boy nodded and he chuckled. "And what if I told you I do like white haired, cursed, silver eyed Exorcists?" He asked, his lips almost touching the other male's ones.
He never expected to be shoved out of the bed harshly. "Don't play with me!" The boy yelled, big tears rolling down his face.
"W-what?" He asked, confused.
"Don't play with me! No one would ever like me! And especially not you! Not like that!" He yelled.
"I'm not playing!" He quickly got onto his feed and hugged the boy. "You should know better than anyone, idiot apprentice. I don't go saying stuff like this to anyone."
"Yeah right." Allen said, trying to get free.
"Allen, I'm serious." He said as he caressed the soft cheek. "Please."
"You can't like me." The boy muttered, shaking his head.
"And why is that?" He asked softly: there was obvious something more in that statement, something that it had nothing to do with his way of living. "Allen." He said, using his Master voice now.
"Because I'm a monster…" The boy muttered. He never saw the hand that slapped him across the face coming. "Ma-Master?"
"You… Don't you ever say that again, you idiot apprentice!" The redhead yelled at him. "You ain't no monster, you hear me? Doesn't matter what those assholes told you. You are not."
"S-Shishō." He hugged him tightly.
"There, there." He said, patting the soft hair and kissing his forehead.
Allen rubbed his face in the hard chest and refused to let go for ten good minutes during which Marian smoked, holding him.
"What was that?" He asked when he heard a rumble coming from below.
"Do you really like me?"
"I thought I already made that point clear." He replied.
"Why?"
"Jeez boy, I don't know, it's hard to explain."
"Try to? Please?" He looked at the elder with big, tear-shiny eyes and the General could only sigh in defeat: there was no way he could refuse to with that face.
"Ugh. I'm going to end up fucking this royally sooner or later." He said to himself. "I like you because you are the only one who gets me, the only one who can stand against me and by me. Besides, you are… unique. And you know I always loved unique things." He said, moving the hair to one side.
Allen smiled and nodded before pulling himself up to kiss his master.
"I like you too." He said.
"You wound me Allen. I fess up my love to you and you only that you like me." The elder said playfully and the younger rolled his eyes before pecking him again.
"I love you too. Do you like it better now?" He said again, arms wrapped around the strong neck and straddling one of his thighs.
"Yes. I do." He said and kissed him again, this time sneaking his tongue in the smaller mouth, smiling when the smaller one responded just as passionately.
"Ouch." Allen said after a bit, scrunching his face in pain.
Cross frowned and made him lie down, kissing his forehead softly. "Sleep. We'll leave tomorrow morning." And then stood up.
"Shishō?" The white haired one asked, confused. "Where are you going?"
"To sleep on the couch. Where else?" He replied. And then he was tackled by a perfect full body clothesline. "Oi! Allen! What the hell?"
The boy quickly pinned him by sitting on his stomach andstared at him, holding air and rounding his cheeks adorably. "Sleep with me." He said finally, holding his stare.
"Ok, ok. Jeez, who would have known you were such a spoiled brat?" The elder grumbled as he picked the kid in his arms, put him on the bed and then lay down next to him. "Happy now?"
"Yup. Good night, Shishō." He said as he threw his arms around him.
"Good night, idiot apprentice." He replied as he snaked one arm around his waist to hold him closer.
Allen fell rapidly sleep, but the other one couldn't. He was way too happy to be able to sleep. It had been such a long time since he felt like this, so much at ease, knowing that no one, absolutely no one, would snatch his precious tyro from him. He looked at him, so beautiful, with his white hair, his curse mark, his white and black skin. If he could, he would kill everyone who ever insulted him. But last thing he needed was the Vatican on his back again.
Now that they had gotten rid of the 14th and Leverrier… No need to catch their attention again.
That caused him to think about the 14th… Allen never told anyone how he killed him or whatever he had done, but if he had to judge by the scars that Allen had running through his stomach and back, he was sure he had stabbed himself with his own sword. Well, he certainly was not going to ask about it, if Allen wanted him to know, he would tell it to him himself. Although he could ask Kanda, Johnny or Link, since those had been all the time with him, but that would be like betraying Allen in some way… Difficult decision.
"Shishō…" He looked down at the boy who was sleeping in his chest and smiled.
And finally, he drifted off to sleep too.
Not the end! As I said, there's more (Although you might have figured that out if you have seen the "Next" button... Ignore this rambling)
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