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Yaoi Warning! BOY X BOY!
Characters might be a bit OOC - be kind to me please :[
A couple of days have passed while Mukuro was at the Asian Branch of the Black Order. So far, he learned some of the names of the people in the Science Division and some the research behind Innocences and Akumas.
He discovered that Innocences are "God's creations" to exorcise demons or in this world are referred to as Akumas. The Black Order is an organization that scouts new exorcists to fight against the Millennium Earl and his army of Akumas. 'I wonder when I would be able to obtain an Innocence,' Mukuro thought as he heads back to his room for the day.
However, when he was about to open his door, he was stopped by Fo. "Hey. Illusionist. Come with me," Fo coaxes him.
"Hm?" Mukuro looks at her confused as he walks towards her. "Yes, Fo?"
"I need you to watch something as I go report to Bak."
"Sure. What is it that you want me to watch?" Mukuro replies.
Before he knew it, he is in the infirmary watching after a white-haired boy who looks to be seriously injured. 'What a rare hair color...even in my own universe not many people have pure-white hair like this boy...I wondered where Fo found him,' Mukuro thought. The boy was wrapped up in heavy bandages and Mukuro noticed the lost of his left arm as well.
"Illusionist," Fo greeted as she walked into the room. "Any signs of him waking up?"
"Nope. He's still out, where did you find him by the way?"
"I was out patrolling and he was lying half-dead in the forest. He was wearing the Black Order coat so I had to bring him back to our headquarters."
"Hmm...so this boy is an exorcist?"
"Yup. I heard from Bak that he's from the European Branch. He is also only 15 years old. I wonder why he is all the way out here?"
"Wow, he is only 15? The life of an exorcist sounds pretty cruel."
Fo walks over to the boy and sits down next to the bed, "I'll watch him now. I'll call you tomorrow morning so we can switch off."
"Oya? Why me?"
"...Just come when I call you."
"...fine," Mukuro sighs as he walks back to his room for the night.
Mukuro was eating breakfast the next morning, when a golem flew over to him and hovered above his head. "...May I help you?" Mukuro looks up after a sip of coffee.
"Illusionist. Come to me," the golem spoke.
"...yes, yes. I'll be right there after I am done with my breakfast," Mukuro replied and the golem flew away. After Mukuro finished eating, he walked to the infirmary and saw Fo sitting on the floor waiting for him. "Good morning, Fo."
She slowly stands up and stretches a bit before she walked over to Mukuro and pat his shoulder. "Pass. Your turn," she said as she walks away.
"..." Mukuro looks at her as she disappears into the hallway. He then slowly turns his attention to the unconscious boy and picked up a nearby chair and propped it next to the bed and sat down. "...I should have brought a book to pass the time..." Mukuro sweat-drop at the thought. He got up from the chair and walked around the room, hoping to find something to occupy his bored mind at the moment. He eventually found newspapers from two days ago and decided to read it.
A couple of hours have passed and it was lunch time. Sammo brought Mukuro his lunch per Fo's instructions. "May I have you bring me a couple of books from my room? Watching a lifeless body is quite boring," Mukuro asks.
"Of course! I'll be back in a moment," Sammo answers.
Another hour passed and Mukuro read through three books and he is still sitting there, waiting for his turn to end.
Suddenly the white-haired boy groaned quietly and Mukuro noticed the boy shifting under the bed sheets. "Are you okay?" Mukuro set aside his fourth book and seated himself on the bed to look at the boy closely.
Mukuro took notice of the long white eyelashes and the dirtied white hair. The boy's face was covered in scratches and bruises as well as the rest of his body. It looks like the boy has been through physical hell, his current injuries are on top of many old scars. "...Your injuries look worse up close..." Mukuro said. 'Even with his scars, this boy still looks cute-Oh god, I need to stop myself from trying to pick up younger men...'
The white-haired boy groaned a little louder in pain as his eyebrows knitted together. "Hey..." Mukuro couldn't help but reached out and brushed the white strands of hair out of the boy's face and softly caress the boy's cheek unconsciously.
The boy slowly open his eyes but his vision remain unfocused. He noticed a grey shadow in front of him and the cool feeling of a gloved hand on his cheek. He blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his vision and after a couple of moments his vision cleared to see a very beautiful man before him in all white. The boy analyzed the older man's features, taking in the smooth heart-shaped face, dark blue color of his hair and the deep sapphire color of his left eye. The boy thought it was a waste that he was not able to see the other eye behind the medical eye patch.
"How are you feeling?" Mukuro's eye soften as he makes eye contact with the boy.
"I-I...am I d-dead? A-Are you an angel?" the boy asks as he stares intently at Mukuro with his pretty silver eyes.
"Ah...I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am not an angel," Mukuro whispers back. 'I'm more of a devil,' Mukuro thought. "Also, I hate to break it to you more, but you are not dead."
The boy looks so hurt and shocked. Slowly tears gather up in his eyes and stream down the side of his face. "I-I'm alive? W-Why?"
Mukuro looks down at the boy and for some reason his body moved on its own and gathered up the boy in his arms and slowly propped him up against Mukuro's body. The guardian gently rubbed the boy's head to calm him down.
The boy quietly cried into Mukuro's shoulder and wrapped his arm around Mukuro's waist with his hand clutched onto the back of the older man's jacket.
They stayed that way for 20 minutes as Mukuro waits for the white-haired boy to finish crying out his frustration. The younger man held on to Mukuro tightly and refused to let go, even when he felt his hand cramping from his tight grip, he did not move from his position.
The mist guardian felt the boy take a couple of deep breathes before he tried to speak, "Wh-Why do I get to live...why are my comrades dead instead of me?"
"..." Mukuro moves his hand down and gently pats the boy's back to calm him down. "Unfortunately, life is not fair...but as someone who survived, you need to take responsibilities in place of those who have passed away to make sure their deaths are not in vain..."
"Yes...I know," the boy whispers into Mukuro's shoulder as he continues to cry silently.
After another 20 minutes, the boy fell asleep against Mukuro. 'What an unfortunate boy...' Mukuro thought as he rubs the younger man's head again. The mist guardian then tries to untangle himself from the boy. 'What a tight grip that he has on me...' Mukuro sighs against the boy's head.
"Mm..." the boy moans as he turns to nuzzle his head into Mukuro's neck.
"Ah..." Mukuro groans at the feeling. '...this is annoying,' Mukuro sighs again as he leans forward to lie the boy back down on his bed. After a couple of attempts, Mukuro eventually took off his jacket in order to escape from the boy's grip. He adjusted the lap coat to have it drape over the boy's unconscious body.
Mukuro then got up and walked over to the golem to notify Fo about sleeping beauty's status.
"So he was awake, huh?" Fo answered.
"Yes, but he was a bit groggy. Now he is back to sleep."
"That is to be expected though. I'll come by in about an hour."
"All right, see you soon," Mukuro hangs up and walks back to his neglected chair to wait for Fo.
The next day, the boy did not wake up at all. Mukuro sat on the bed and did his calculations for work as instructed by the Division leader. "Illusionist. Any luck?" Fo asks as she stands next to him.
"Unfortunately, nothing," Mukuro looks over at the boy.
"All right then. You can go now, I'll watch him tonight."
"Sounds good. See you later," Mukuro yawns as he walks back to his room.
A couple of days later, Mukuro was walking to the Science Division to turn in his work when suddenly Fo stood in his way. "...Hello again Fo," Mukuro looks down at her.
"Oi, Illusionist. Watch him again today."
"What? If you are here, then I assume he does not need anyone to watch him."
"He woke up and he kept fidgeting and refusing to sit tight in bed. Since you were the last person to see him awake, he probably felt uneasy that he did not see you when he woke up this time."
"Oh dear...such a troublesome child..." Mukuro rubs his forehead as he turns around and walks towards the infirmary.
When Mukuro got to the infirmary, the white-haired boy was no where to be seen. "..." Mukuro sets down his documents onto the bedside table and stomps away irritated. "Damn, I do not know where the boy could be...it is probably faster if we send out a search party for him...but I do not want to alert Fo or Sammo..." Mukuro looks around him to make sure there was no one nearby. He slowly lifts up his eye patch and the kanji numeral "六" six was in his eye. Mukuro smiles a little as he projects himself as a real illusion. "Now, if there are six of me searching for the brat, it will be faster," Mukuro chuckles as they all split up and search the entire organization.
It did not take long, as one of the Mukuro clones found the boy passed out on the floor against the stone door. When Mukuro walked closer to the boy, he realized that the boy was hugging onto his lab coat that he left with the boy a couple of days ago. The clone gently carries Allen bridal style back to the infirmary. "Mm..." the boy's eyes flutter open and sees Mukuro carrying him. "Ah...Angel, you came back for me," the boy smiles up at Mukuro.
Mukuro scoffs a little as he chuckles to himself, "Did you even remember our conversation? I am not an angel."
"I do remember...I don't know your real name to call for you...I was worried when I woke up and I did not see you..."
"...I am sorry if I have scared you..." Mukuro looks down at the boy with a gentle expression.
The boy looks away with a small blush but slowly wraps his arm around Mukuro's neck, "it's okay...you are here now..."
Mukuro carried the boy back to his bed and gently sets him down. The boy lies down and slowly holds up Mukuro's lab coat, "I am sorry that I took this with me...I would like to return it to you."
"Thank you," Mukuro takes the lab coat. "Now please lie down properly and get some rest. I'll be right back," Mukuro leans down and tucks the boy in.
"W-Wait!" the boy stammered, "I have some questions."
Mukuro gently places his finger over the boy's slightly chapped lips, "We will talk more after I get your dinner. You can eat a little, right? Rest for now, I'll be back."
Right on cue, the boy's stomach growled loudly and the boy blushed deeply. "O-Okay," the boy replies.
The mist guardian chuckles, "No need to be embarrassed. You haven't ate in a while." Mukuro pats the boy's head and turns away to walk towards the cafeteria. The boy raise his hand up to touch the spot where the older man touched and waits eagerly for the beautiful man to come back.
Once Mukuro got to the cafeteria entrance, he erased his illusions so that he was the only one to enter the dining hall. After 10 minutes, Mukuro was back with multiple trays of food.
The mist guardian pulled a table near the bed and set the trays down. He looks over at the boy who was very excited about food. "Kufufu, would you like me to feed you? Which one would you like to eat first?" Mukuro smirks.
"A-Ah...I can feed myself..." the boy blushed as he politely refused.
Mukuro smiles and places the food in front of the boy and gave him a fork to eat with.
Mukuro quickly realized that it was smart to have brought a lot of food back, because the boy have finished everything in the span of 10 minutes.
Mukuro chuckles to himself as he leans over and wipes the boy's lips with his handkerchief.
The boy blushed lightly, "T-Thank you. My name is Allen Walker. What is your name...since you would not answer to 'Angel'?"
Mukuro leans in closer until their noses are touching and whispers, "Hello Allen. My name is Mukuro Rokudo."
Allen stares at Mukuro's eye and blushes deeply, "N-Nice to meet you..."
"Nice to meet you too. Good job on finishing your dinner." Mukuro ruffles the boy's hair. "As much as I would like to stay and chat, you do need to rest for the time being," Mukuro smiles at Allen as he gets up to gather the trays.
Allen panics a little and held onto Mukuro's arm, "W-Wait!"
"Yes?" Mukuro looks into Allen's eyes.
"May I talk to you more...please? Just for a couple of minutes?"
"..." Mukuro slowly sits back down and rests his chin on his hand that is resting on the table. "All right. You have my attention."
"So...um...where am I?"
Mukuro smiles down at the boy, "You are in the Asian Branch of the Black Order. Fo brought you here."
"Oh...the Asian Branch...I thought I have died in the forest..."
"Yeah, Fo said you were half-dead when she found you."
"Who is Fo?"
"She is the guardian deity from the Asian Branch."
"I see. So where are you from?"
"I...am from a very far place...I stumbled here by accident and the Black Order was kind enough to take me in. I was probably here for only a couple of days before they found you."
"So we are similar!"
"...kind of," Mukuro pats Allen's head. "Now rest."
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