You won. This baby turns into a story. Check the end for a question before you leave and enjoy.
There will be some interludes between the actual chapters which may or may not have anything to do with the plot. they give some insight on the characters and solve the past a little. at least in this case. It's an important question in the end, I need help guys. :)
After meeting Dumbledore, he has been keeping tabs about the happenings in the wizard world. Sometimes he laughs behind his metaphorical beard at the sometimes silly antics the wizards develop. He finds them sometimes amusing but mostly near-sighted. He doesn't know why he thinks so.
Because his meaning in life had mostly been fulfilled, he sometimes watched other people going on with their owns. So far, it had been very entertaining.
No, it's not stalking. He's not obsessed with the people he occasionally oversees. Although there were times when he had intentionally made the target feel uncomfortable. But only the annoying people.
He liked to think himself as an overseeing, supernatural entity. After all, he's the God's clown and no one could tell him what to do. That part of his long life was over.
And clowns were supposed to disobedient. It's a fact of life. Or unlife. Or whatever.
He's been following a drug dealer lately and managed to make said dealer overly paranoid. His intentional mistakes had made the stray cats run around in the guy's feet and various trashcans fall over an appropriate distance away. And lets not forget the many flower pots that had fallen right behind the guy, grazing the back of his head.
He quit drug dealing quite fast.
And the supernatural entity that was, in the distant past, known as Allen Walker, congratulated himself of a good days job.
(Please, he went by Kal these days. Or any other name you liked.)
He was starting to contemplate the next step of existing when he felt his eye activate and locate three level twos. Not too far away. He gravitated himself towards them.
The he stopped. Inside him, in the small part that was no longer human but something darker, he felt slight pulling.
Innocence.
There weren't just akumas there.
There were humans too. Exorcists. He couldn't risk going anywhere near them. The possibility of being sensed and identified was too large.
He liked his freedom way too much to allow that.
After the Earls death, only about five innocence were left in this world. An insurance. Of course, his innocence wasn't counted in. They didn't know he was still alive. Or dead. Or in-between.
At the moment he was in America and was leaning towards returning to Britain.
He was also leaning towards a drink. That decided, he took the longer route.
He hadn't visited Asia for a while and was missing something, mainly the more shady bars where no one looked at him strangely and where he could play poker all night long.
The tobacco smoke would remind him of a certain half-masked redhead and a revolver. It would remind him of a dark-skinned man with golden eyes… and butterflies.
He didn't know if it made sense. Those two had used different brands. He had liked Tyki's better. It had been more softer than Cross'. The whole man had been smoother than Cross.
He was being partial again. It no longer mattered who had been what.
They were gone now. Every one of them.
But he wasn't and he didn't know whether he should smile or cry.
So he settled to stalk- excuse me, overseeing.
He wondered what they would say now, if they'd see him. He knows he's better off not knowing and stops wondering.
He walks to west and tries to remember the best way to cross the Pacific Ocean.
Okay that was was stupid. I admit that these are mostly written when I have no idea what to write. This was written mainly to ask a question: During what book do you want this? I'm leaning towards PoA, just because it's completely underused in xovers. Tell me darlings!