It had been normal at the Order until the white-haired boy came along. I remember that day, a day like any other – I happened to be back at the Order after completing a mission. The gatekeeper mistook the snow-hair as an Akuma due to the curse that he carried, and so I had attacked the smaller male. Upon discovering that he truly was an Exorcist, I blew him off as I had with everyone else upon meeting them, believing him to be an ordinary boy.

I was quite mistaken.

He was far from an ordinary boy. He was born with a parasite-type Anti-Akuma weapon as his arm, Innocence embedded in his hand. His hair was as pure as fresh snow, though it was caused by his unfortunate curse. His cursed eye could see the souls of Akuma, and he sought to free them of their chains and save them from their suffering. He fought for everyone and everything but himself.

He put his life on the line for the weak, sick, and the wounded. He put his life on the line for animals. He put his life on the line for me. I appreciated that he didn't let me die and all, but it truly bothered me. I would've left him to die if I was in his position, but he felt the need to save me, risking death in order to do so. His warm smile was kind and caring, a naïve and blissful aura around him as he protected me, the Innocence which had taken the form of a living doll, and her human companion. If it weren't for his 'savior-complex,' I probably wouldn't be here today.

Truly, I wanted to hate him. And for a while, I did. He was too naïve, too stupid to be doing a job like the one that we Exorcists were doing. His attitude, I thought, was sure to get him killed within days. And that bothered me. Everything about him bothered me, and my lack of understanding of him only worsened my annoyance and frustration. What was up with him? This Exorcist named Allen Walker?

For days, I contemplated. Then, those days turned to weeks. I was distracted while I was on missions, my mind clouded with thoughts of him, of why he was the way he was. Thoughts of his odd kindness towards all. Thoughts of his smile, which reflected the light of the sun to all he blessed with the kind sight as though he was the gentle moon. I found myself yearning to see that smile, that smile which out-shone all the heavens with its beauty. I wanted to be graced by his kind presence, for his gentle aura and voice to wrap around me and fill me with the strength to continue fighting day after day. I wanted to see his happy tears as yet another Akuma was released to make its way back to God. I wanted to hold him and comfort him in the event that he cried out of pain and sorrow, to let my hands run through his silky hair. I wanted to be the one to make his smile return to him, to be the one to make his pains, sorrows, and fears dissipate.

And because of my thoughts, I began to think of myself as insane. How could I feel such a way for such a wimpy little Bean-Sprout? What were my feelings towards him, anyways? What did they mean? I knew that I had this unquenchable thirst to be near him, to touch him, to see him and to hear him. Were these budding emotions inside of me my desires to befriend the boy? Or were they something… more? My desire to be with him was certainly unnatural, especially for me. And I felt that my wishes to touch and hold him, my wishes to attack any who hurt him or made him cry were maybe a little too extreme for simple feelings of friendship. So what were these feelings that I had begun to develop for the boy? Maybe… Maybe they were love.

I remember when I first realized that these feelings that I had for him were indeed the ones known as 'love.' I was eating in the Mess Hall, my usual lunch of soba. Allen was eating at a table across from mine, sitting with and laughing with Lenalee. The two of them seemed close… I remember how strange it made me feel when I thought that maybe the two were a pair.

Jealousy, perhaps?

I watched them, biting my bottom lip as my feelings of anger and disgust grew in the pit of my stomach. It felt absolutely awful to watch him with a potential love-interest, seeming to enjoy her company greatly and knowing that it wasn't my company that he was being entertained with. Quite frankly, I wanted to punch a wall. I wanted to stand up and walk over to them, to pick up the Shorty and to sling him over my shoulder, to take him as far away from everyone else as possible. I wanted to lock him away to keep him all to myself.

When I realized my thoughts, I gasped, blushing from the embarrassment that they made me feel. I definitely wanted Allen as more than a friend. And I definitely felt much more than friendship towards him. I had feelings of lust and what was probably love for him, my mind only capable of thinking of him and my heart pounding quickly whenever I even heard his voice or saw a picture of him. I groaned, placing a palm on my head.

How could this happen? How could I come to love an idiot like Allen Walker? He was clumsy, overemotional, cursed, and for God's sake, he was male! For me to love another man… I groaned again.

"…What on Earth is wrong with me?"

Chapter two! I hope you guys like it. For suggestions, advice, or even just a simple thought that you'd like to express to me, please review!