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01. Allen Walker
After checking to make sure that no one had spotted him, Komui quietly closed the door to the kitchen and took care to lock the door gently, keeping the volume of the click that followed as low as possible.
"Supervisor?"
Komui looked up from the piece of paper that he had been staring intently at and gave the cook a raised brow.
"Yes Jerry?"
"I just wanted to know when the next shipment of supplies will be sent in. The raid on the old headquarters destroyed most of our food, and the storage rooms here look like they haven't been restocked for years… as it is we're running rather low at the moment…"
Komui gave a sigh and rubbed his temples to try and sooth his growing headache, but then stopped when he realized that trying to alleviate a headache by applying pressure sounded rather foolish.
"I'm afraid that it'll be at least a week before the higher ups send us more. With all of the money it cost to move everything here and their attention on the strategy meetings coming up, they won't give a spare thought to 'a few hungry exorcists'." Here he trailed of with a rather bitter expression, and Jerry nodded in understanding. Whenever Komui needed someone to vent to, Jerry was often ready to lend an ear. More than once he'd heard the supervisor ranting about the lack of supplies sent to them, and how 'empty stomachs don't win wars'.
The cook sighed "I guess everyone is just going to have to settle for a little less. We'll have to resort to using rations until more food comes in. I feel bad for Allen though. He exhausted himself while he was trying to protect everyone, not to mention taking on all of those Akuma and then going toe to toe with the level 4… He's going to need a lot of food to nourish his body back to health, and then there's the fact that he'll need double what a normal person does because of his innocence…" The man lowered his head and stared at the floor, lost in thought.
Behind his glasses, Komui's eyes gained a momentary spark before giving a soft reply.
"Yes, he deserves so much more."
He tiptoed over to a door on the other side of the room, and, after making sure it wouldn't creak, he opened the door.
'Bingo.'
The large room was filled with boxes, each labeled with a name. After skimming down the alphabetically ordered names, he found the boxes belonging to him, and carried each of them farther down the row, until he had found the name he was looking for.
After prying the boxes open, he placed his rations into Allen's, and then carefully resealed the boy's boxes with a couple pieces of tape. No one besides Jerry would notice that he wasn't eating, but Komui knew that the cook would keep silent.
Man could not live on coffee alone, but he would make due.
I'm rather proud of this first chapter. I hope you enjoyed installment one of "Supervisor". Each chapter will revolve around Komui, and the (mostly) unknown things that he does for his subordinates. Anyway, that's all for now. Until next time!