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The feeling of floating was the first thing Allen's sluggish mind picked up on. It felt like he was drifting through water or something. Slowly he forced his silver eyes open a crack, prompting him to open his eyes more to gauge his surroundings. As his eyes opened fully Allen discovered that he was indeed floating in water. Even so, it was a strange sensation considering that he had been standing on solid ground previously.
Suddenly something gripped him under the arms, hauling him out of the water. Silver eyes widened impossibly in shock. Bright light filled his eyes as his head broke through the water. Gasping he took in huge lungful's of air. His savior temporarily ignored his fish-like behavior in favor of calling for someone called Mimi. While he continued to cough and sputter a firm hand rubbed his back.
Finally, after seemed like hours, Allen stopped choking on air. Looking up he found himself staring into a pair of large brown eyes. The owner of the eyes smiled and pulled away from him, revealing themselves to be a woman with short curly hair. She was wearing a simple black and white vest, dark blue short sleeved shirt and what looked like pants. Allen risked a closer look at the vest and saw a familiar symbol on the lapel; the symbol of the Black Order.
"Umm...Excuse me?" he began but stopped when someone else walked up.
"Yes?" the girl asked, ignoring her friend for the moment.
"Are you from the Black Order?" he asked looking closely at her face.
"Yes I am and now I have a question for you," the young woman said, kneeling down to Allen's level, "Where did you get that uniform?"
"I've had it for a while now and I got it from Komui Lee. Why?" Allen replied looking confused.
Looking up toward her partner the woman cocked an eyebrow in confusion. He merely shrugged and leaned against the outer wall of the cabin. Still looking confused the girl turned back to Allen, her jaw twitching slightly like she wanted to say something but couldn't figure out how to word it. Finally her friend spoke up.
"Who are you? How can you say you got that from Komui Lee? That was over 600 years ago." he said, his voice surprisingly soft for a man.
Allen jerked back, almost like he'd been burned. His silver eyes were wide with panic at this new information. The two people looked at each other as Allen had a minor mental breakdown. Pulling his knees to his chest Allen rested his head on them. A million thoughts were running through his head and he just wanted it to stop.
'There is no way that it was over 600 years ago! I just saw all of them maybe a few hours ago! It's impossible!' he thought, fisting his hands in his hair.
"Umm… Are you alright?" the soft voiced man asked walking over, his boots clicking softly on the deck.
Allen shook his head and pressed his face deeper into his knees. He stayed that way for a good five minutes before a hand fell onto his shoulder. Looking up he met the teal haired young woman's eyes. She rubbed his shoulder, offering a sympathetic smile. Allen pulled one of his hands out of his hair to rub at his nose. The woman reached forward and brushed away the tears that were streaming down his face. Forcing a smile Allen nodded at her.
"I'm sorry to tell you all of this but you have us really confused. WE just want to know how you could have gotten this uniform from Komui." She said, still rubbing his shoulder.
"Well, I guess that I should tell you who I am first. It might help clear some things up." Allen said, sniffing a bit.
"That would be good," the young woman said with a nod, "I'm Mimi, by the way."
"Allen Walker. Nice to meet you Miss Mimi." The silver haired teen said with a smile.
"Umm…Just Mimi will do and are you really Allen Walker?" Mimi asked sitting back slightly.
Nodding Allen pulled off his left glove, revealing his black left hand. Brown eyes widened and snapped to her partner. A silent conversation passed between them and he disappeared into the cabin. Seconds later Allen became aware of a grumbling sound, deep within the boat. A soft breeze blew across the deck as the boat sliced through the water. Opening his mouth to ask what was going on a sudden, sharp pain ripped through his chest.
Mimi was at his side as he doubled over, clutching at his heart. He heard her shouting at her partner to hurry. The world started spinning as Mimi tried to pull Allen to his feet. Using his left arm Allen feebly tried to push her away. After a few seconds she understood and stopped. Instead she helped him to lie back on the deck. Grabbing his hand Allen heard her mutter something before he blacked out. Mimi noticed that he was out cold and swore.
"Damion! Hurry! We need to get back, like, NOW!" she shouted.
"What's the rush now?" Damion asked, not looking at her.
"He passed out and my eye is telling me that something is wrong with his heart." The brown eyed woman said looking back at the unconscious silverette.
"His heart? Heart Trauma?" Damion asked, finally looking at her.
"Possibly. I mean he says he knows Komui Lee personally, his name is Allen Walker, and his left arm is black. He matches the description of the original Allen Walker to a tee. He also disappeared 600 years ago. This might be him. We may have just found Allen Walker, the most famous Exorcist in our history." Mimi replied, looking up at Damion.
The black haired young man nodded after a moment and revved the engine. Mimi looked back at Allen and threw up a silent prayer that he would be alright. It would prove to be not only unfortunate but disastrous if he were not to make it. He had to make it, he had to wake up. There was no way around it. The Order needed him. No, wait, the WORLD needed him.
