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Lavi POV

"The matter I want to discuss with you is the Akuma I recently encountered. It seemed… confused." Allen says, struggling to come up with a proper adjective for the poor beast.

"What do you mean by confused?" This phrase perplexed Lavi. Akuma don't seem confused. They just wanted to kill and advance through the levels.

Allen brings an ungloved finger to his face, "Well… It just seemed like it had never seen an exorcist before. Or rather, it didn't know exorcists existed."

I scrunch my eyebrows in disbelief, "Is it possible that the exorcists of this world have no idea what their innocence is?"

Allen glances behind me and at the desk and says, "It would seem that way. I have another thing to talk to you guys about."

"Tch. What, Moyashi?" Kanda grunts.

Allen's eyebrow twitches, "The name is Allen, Bakanda! It isn't that hard to say!"

Ah, here's the Moyashi we know and love.

I stand up from the chair and in between the two, "Now, now. That's beside the point. What else did you want to talk, Allen?"

Allen freezes and looks at me, remembering what he was going to do before he was aggravated. He rolls his eyes and walks over to his desk. Kanda and I follow him over. He pulls out an odd looking device. It is a sleek black box that separated into two parts on a hinge. On the inside, there was a mass of buttons, all having random letters on them, reminding me of a typewriter. When he opens it up, one side of the device lights up and a picture appears on the screen.

Allen notices my curiosity on the object and says, "This is a laptop. You can look up anything on it. It has various uses."

He types in a password on the login screen and the device unlocks itself. Another screen pops up. It mimics many newspapers I've seen. The heading on the screen reads: Vigilante or Guardian Angel?

Kanda looks at Allen curiously, "What does this have to do with anything?"

Allen bits his lip nervously. It feels like he is intentionally trying to make us want him even more. Leaning back in the chair, he rubs the back of his neck with his innocence hand.

"Well, you see… The media might think I'm a vigilante."

"A-a vigilate?!" I exclaim, trying to decide between laughter and shock. I choose shock.

"I think it might have to do with the fact that Crown Clown has a mask."

Eyeing the laptop, I say, "Why don't you let me read the article?"

"Ah, sure. How about you read it out loud so Kanda can follow along."

Waving a single hand at him, I snatch the laptop from his grasp and sit down on an edge of the desk. I read the article to the room.

"Vigilante or Guardian Angel? Story by Alberta Stockman. . ."

Vigilante or Guardian Angel?

Story by Alberta Stockman

On Thursday the fifteenth, an odd event sent many questions around the streets of our fair city. A seemingly normal day was interrupted after a terrifying monster appeared on the streets in front of a well-received seamstress shop. An anonymous eyewitness says the monster looked like sphere with canon sized guns sprouting from all sides. "It was extremely disturbing, what I remember the most was its face. It looked like an odd clown," The eyewitness says.

However, before any bullets could go flying, a masked man clad in white dashed to the scene and dissolved the situation. He asked for the crowd of people to back away, saying it wasn't safe. He made quick work of the beast and tried to make a clean getaway, leaping straight over the crowd of people. Many people chased after the man, trying to capture a glimpse of their rescuer's face. However, the man got away and nobody has seen him since, leaving us with many questions, such as: What was this about? Where did this creature come from? And most importantly: Who is this masked man?

"…Who is this masked man?" I finish. Grinning cheekily, I say, pointing to Allen, "Found him!"

Allen rolls his eyes passionately. I hand the device back to him.

I look up at him expectantly, "So…?"

He looks at me confused. "So what?"

I throw my hands out exasperatedly.

"Why didn't you deactivate your innocence there at the scene? There wouldn't have been as much of a story if you did."

"I don't think you understand; those people were crazy," Allen explains, focus returning to his laptop, "Here, allow me to show you something."

He clicks on an open tab, revealing a blog site that had gone viral.

"This guy has gotten famous because he got a video of the entire thing," Allen says, looking down at the computer. He looks a bit annoyed. "I just remember him because he chased me over two buildings."

Snapping out of his annoyance, he clicks the play button on a video that had over a million views.

The beginning of the video starts out as an interview. The blogger had been interviewing the head chef of a nice restaurant named Le Blanc Chateau. However, the interview was interrupted by the sound of grinding gears. The camera man changes the focus to a freshly transformed Akuma. The Akuma in question aims its cannons at random civilians. Before it can fire any of its weapons, a figure clad in white enters the scene. In a deep voice, he says, "Get back! Your lives depend on it!" Many people do run, but the rest stay glued in their spots, whipping out some form of recording device. True to Alberta Stockman's words, he makes quick work of the Akuma. The crowd around him showers him in a thundering applause, getting increasingly closer. The man flinches and looks at the crowd like a deer in headlights. Seeing no other way out, he jumps over the crowd and sprints down a nearby ally. The view becomes shaky as the camera man chases the hero.

"Wait up!" The camera man cries out, scrambling up the ladder after the masked man one handedly. He sprints after the man and pauses when he sees him leap off of a building and onto another. He mutters, "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." The camera man doubles back a few feet and does a running jump over to the next building. He sticks the landing and continues chasing the poor man. The masked man bounds over to the next establishment. The gap between the two is increasingly larger than the last.

"Yeah, that is not going to happen. I don't feel like dying today."

The camera stays put, but zeroes in on the fleeting man. The camera makes crackling noises as the camera man turns it off.

I turn to Allen with wide eyes.

"Ah. So that was why you didn't deactivate your innocence at the scene."

"Yeah, I already have enough people following me. I don't think Krory would appreciate reports everywhere. The poor man still thinks he is a vampire."

I stare at Allen intensely.

"How do you feel about all of this?"

He pauses thoughtfully.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I guess I'm just glad they are calling me Satan's Spawn or something of the sort."

Another invisible arrow is aimed straight at my heart. Desperate to change the subject, I clap a hand down on Allen's bare shoulder.

"Me too, buddy. By the way, I was wondering… why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

Allen tilts his head to the side innocently.

"I didn't want my hair to get my shirt all wet. I was going to wait until I dried off a bit before I put one on. Why do you ask?"

I wave my hand in front of me rapidly, "Oh, no reason. I just thought you might be getting cold."

He stands up from his seat and makes his way over to his bedside table, "Now that you mention it, I am getting cold. My hair is drier now anyway."

He picks up the folded shirt and slips his arms through the sleeves. He flips to collar down and latches the buttons located on his wrists. Afterward, he buttons up the shirt starting from the bottom. He pulls on a vest and tugs a red ribbon around the collar of his shirt, tying it into a bow. He picks up a pair of black gloves and tugs them on. Soon he is finished getting dresses and turns to us.

"I wanted to bring up another topic connected to this."

"What's that?"

He sits down on the edge of his bed.

"If they reacted to this extent over just one sighting of Crowned Clown, wouldn't they act the same for you guys?"

I tap a finger to my chin thoughtfully.

"You have a point there. If we were to go out and defeat Akuma as we are, we wouldn't be able to hide our faces from the media. We might be followed."

"I was thinking that you guys might want to invest in hoods or masks. It would be awful if something happened because people knew you. Crowned Clown has a mask already, so I'm not worried about me. But I am worried about you guys. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Right. I think we'll take your advice and get some masks."

Allen smiles at us pleasantly.

"You should."

Hi there! I want to say thanks for everything everybody has done! I am so sorry that I wasn't able to post this chapter until now. I did have it completed, but the hinges on my computer screen broke, in turn turning off the color for the monitor's display. I couldn't see anything on the screen accept white, so I couldn't upload it. So sorry!

-MemoryKey

P.S. I wanted to explain the last pun. The title was So a Red Head Stumbles Through the Space/Time Continuum. This was a play on words for all of the jokes you hear that start off like, "So a Red Head Stumbles into a Bar." I'm sorry, but nobody got it this time!

P.S.S. I got the date wrong on the Author's Note for when I was going to be gone. I will be leaving for the Camporee the 10th of August and will be there the entire week. I will attempt to write a chapter during that week, but I make no promises.

P.S.S.S. Just incase the title name was too long, the name of this chapter is: Courtesy of Your Gentlemanly Neighborhood Crowned Clown. Good luck everybody! Have a great day!