Allen X Male Reader

INNOCENCE...

  Chapter 2: Innocence.

(Y/N) POV:
Allen had taken me from my home town so fast I didn't even comprehend what was happening till we were on a ship to who knows where. "Um, Allen. Where is this black order exactly?" "England" I stared at him in disbelief, "England is at least 2 months away by ship!" He nodded, his expression never changing. 'He's completely insane...' "How can you act like 2 months is freaking 10 minutes?! It'll be winter by the time we get there!" Again he just nodded at me like this was the most normal thing on the planet. I let out some frustrated noises before taking a few deep breaths and leaning against the railing with him, "So what happens when we get there?" He glanced over at me, "Before we discuss that I need to know some things about you. These questions may get personal and if you want we can go to our room before we talk about them. Just in case anyone might be listening." The fact that he brought up privacy made me think that I should probably take the offer but at the same time I just met him, would it be safe to be alone in a small space like that? He did kill an akuma like it was nothing, how do I know he won't attack me? I thought about it for a few moments before going with my gut, "We should head to our room if you think someone might be eavesdropping." He nodded and started walking off towards the interior on the ship. We shortly reached our room and entered. It was larger than I expected and I couldn't stop the smile from crossing my face, this was the first real room I will have legally slept in since I was a child. I walked over to the bed and plopped down on it, the satisfying softness making me smile more. I watched as Allen came and joined me on the bed, taking note that the distance he put between us was fairly large. "So what were these questions you had to ask?" he seemed to contemplate somethings before speaking, "Firstly I need to know where your innocence in located and what it does. Do you have any objects with you that you never leave or take off you?" I shook me head, "I really just have the clothes on my back." He seemed disappointed by this, "Then it must be parasitic like mine, do you have any strange birthmarks or strange disfigurements on your body?" I thought about it fora sec before realizing what it must be, "I can answer your question with a simple yes but you should probably hear the full story. When I was a child and still had a home my father was a doctor, my mom had died during childbirth from a heart condition. As fate would have it I suffered from the same condition, I was a frail and weak child. I was almost never allowed to leave my house. My dad became obsessed with finding a cure or someway to help me, after awhile my dad stopped leaving his workshop. One day he told me that shortly he'd be able to save me, being the curious child I was I snuck into his workshop one of the rare times he slept to see what he was working on, I found a small box on his desk and decided to open it. Inside was a mechanical heart just the right size for me, I reached in to touch it and the closer I got the more I could see it start to glow.It was captivating but a small noise spooked me and I ran back to my room without getting a closer look. The next day my dad performed surgery on me, replacing my heart with the mechanical one he built. I survived and became one of the healthiest kids in town." I opened the first 3 buttons of my shirt revealing a small scar on my chest, if you looked closely you could see something that looked like a very faint bruise in the shape of a crescent moon, about the size of an apple. "Ever since the surgery this shape wont disappear." He reached a hand out towards my chest but stopped around an inch from my skin."Do you mind?" I shook my head, what was the worst that could happen? He took the glove of his hand and I understood then why he wore them, his hand was ink black. He gently traced the moon shape on my chest and I instantly felt my heart react, like a second pulse radiate threw my entire body. I panicked and pushed his hand away from me and stood off the bed, I quickly did my shirt back up and tried not to look at him. "What's wrong?" I kept quiet till the feeling went away,"It's nothing..." "No one reacts like that over nothing, you can tell me." I glanced over at him, "I think my innocence reacted to yours." He thought about it for a bit, "It's possible, your innocence could be unstable because of the way it was forced inside your body. Would you be willing to come back over here? I'd like to test something." I contemplated it before shaking my head,"That feeling, I didn't like it." He sighed, "I know it's strange but I promise nothing bad will happen, please come here." He patted the bed next to him and I reluctantly made my way over and sat next to him, if anything happened I could just leave again. "Would you be willing to approach me this time? Innocence tends to take on a life of it's own and if you feel uncomfortable or threatened it might react. Try examining my innocence." I gave him an uneasy look and he just encouraged me to try. I sighed and slowly reached out to grab his black hand. When I grabbed it an uneasy wave washed over me, would that weird pulse start again? I noticed his skin didn't feel human, it was way to smooth, like polished onyx. There was a cross form on the top of his hand that I hadn't noticed before and I subconsciously traced it with my fingers. "That's the spot where my innocence is." I stopped tracing it and let go of his hand. "No reaction but I felt kinda anxious... How much of your arm is like this?" He chuckled, " It ends right below my shoulder. mind if I ask you some more questions now?" I shook my head, "Go ahead." "Have strange things ever accrued around you? If so what happened? it might help explain what your innocence does." I thought back on it and did notice something wrong, " Right after the operation I used to lose chunks of time, even days if I wasn't careful. Plus I tended to age slower than my friends, when they were 10 I still looked 6, it was only in appearance though. Strange things stopped until recently, People stopped paying attention to me. I assumed it was because I was homeless and they didn't want to have to help or pity me, but it was more. Like I was invisible to them." He took in every word and thought over them carefully before speaking, "That sounds intriguing, and I agree that the people's reaction to you recently is odd. Even last night, when you were attacked. I had no idea you were there until you yelled for help. It was like you appeared out of thin air."