High Seas - Watched
Watched - An Allen/Lou Fa One-Shot
Allen was at the end of his tether. The whole day he'd felt uneasy, on edge... like prey. He let his head hunch down into his shoulders, feeling like there was a big bright bullseye painted there. His skin prickled at the feeling of eyes arrowing into him from somewhere nearby.
The halls of Asian Head Quarters were creepy enough without this horrible sensation. Allen was used to being watched, after all, all his movements were tracked by Timcanpy and various wireless golems for his own safety. He'd rather relied on him being watched sometimes. That kind of watching never usually made him feel this jumpy. It never had this kind of intent behind it either.
A sound from behind made him jump and whirl, and he frantically scoped the corridor for any sign of a person. As usual, he was completely alone, which only put him more on edge. He shivered and wrapped his arm around himself protectively, vowing that he would at least make it to the dining area where at least he could be with other people.
Around the corner, Lou Fa pressed her back to the wall, holding her breath until she heard him start walking again. She breathed out in an excited little squeak and peered after him, clutching a small notebook to her chest. She'd been trailing him since morning, but still hadn't quite worked up the courage yet. She berated herself silently and scuttled off after him.
It's only an autograph silly, just ask. It's Allen! He'll give me that smile (that smile!) and give it to me graciously. Maybe his hands will brush mine as he takes the book!
She pressed a trembling hand against her rapidly heating cheeks. Caught up in her imaginings, she didn't notice Allen until she stepped on his heels. He whirled around like he'd been scalded, his jaw falling when he realised it was only her.
He grinned wryly. “Hey... Lou Fa. Are you alright?”
Her lips wriggled as she tried to make words but couldn't quite force sound out between them. “M'k!”
He flashed her a quick smile and stared into the corridor past her head, squinting into the shadows with a haunted expression.
“Uh... did you see anyone else behind me?”
He's talking, he's talking! She shook her head emphatically, eyes shining as she tried to convey her usefulness through sheer body language.
“Hmm... hey... would you walk me to dinner? I, um, don't remember the way... or something.” He was temporarily distracted from his stalker search by her increasingly enthusiastic expression and the way she seemed intent on occupying all of his personal space.
Lou Fa was absolutely certain that her heart was going to explode at the rate it was beating.
“'S! 'S!”
“Uh... right.”
She never got her autograph, or worked out why he seemed to jump at every touch that evening. But she didn't really care. She was able to sit next to Allen, pour him his drink... She sighed at the thought. If only she'd brought scissors. No love shrine was complete without a lock of the love's hair. Maybe next time.