I feel like I'm writing slight crack. I swear I tried really hard to keep it serious and in tone with the series and stuff but I guess you need sleep to do that do I gave up about halfway. I should really get some sleep. By now I'm just running on chocolate Easter eggs and spite.
Don't mind the absolute chaos that is this interlude. Hopefully I'll be forced to sleep soon enough and you'll get a real chapter.
You know how people sometimes get stupid ideas? And these people, they realize their idea is really really dumb and could never end well. But, for some reason, they don't give up on it, like any sane person would do. No, these idiots say a phrase like 'Hold my beer', or 'What's the worst that could happen?', or 'GERONIMOOOO!'
Allen Walker didn't scream any of these as he rushed into battle to save an exorcist from the Black Order. Probably because he was too busy with being an idiot.
In an instant, a single moment before the lone exorcist would've been crushed to bits by the level two Akuma's sledgehammer, a white shape flashed in front of the man. A loud CLANG sounded, and when the metaphorical dust cleared the damsel in distress looked up in wonder.
Before him was an- an angel! It had blocked the Akuma's blow with a huge sword, taller than himself! Which was not a great feat, as his savior was incredibly short. The exorcist could barely even make out a figure under the grand white cape-looking thing.
To the amazement of the whole one-man audience, the white blob made quick word of the level 2 with a series of heav(il)y offensive slashes. He could only assume the goblin-looking Akuma was incredibly offended, but sadly didn't get the chance to confirm that, as the demon dissolved into dust with a scream.
The figure stood for a moment, before turning around and giving the exorcist behind them, who saw that the figure was wearing a silver mask, a once-over. The latter was shaking slightly, but otherwise largely unharmed.
"A-Angel.." The yet unnamed exorcist muttered in awe, before quickly bowing low, almost smashing his face onto the cobblestones in the process. "Thank you! Thank you! I will forever be in your debt!"
"Stop, please." His angel sounded humble, and the exorcist stared, partly because her gentle, feminine tone really did sound like a choir of angels...
Of course, the guy was an idiot who heard what he wanted to hear, instead of a pained, ten year old boy's voice. Allen took a wary step backwards, half afraid that the exorcist would hug his leg and never let go. Luckily for Allen, the other was too busy spacing out thinking of his pretty little angel, and he could make a quick escape.
Once temporarily settled on a nearby rooftop, Allen sighed in relief as he deactivated his Innocence. "Thank you, Crown Clown. If that guy had seen my face..." Allen shuddered, and not just because that particular exorcist creeped him out a bit. Eventually, it would've got back to the Order and that was a disaster he'd been hoping to avoid.
That could've been... No, that should've been a lot worse. Allen had been incredibly lucky right then. Had that been Lenalee, for example, she would've chased him through the whole city until she caught him.
It was moments like these Allen wished for his trained and hardened older body back. Sure, he'd built his body up again over the last few months the best he could, but it was still only ten years old and he had a lot of work ahead.
Allen exhaled deeply as he hopped off the roof, landing lightly. Thinking of work could come later. Next stop: bakery.