if we should part | asheiji

if we should part | pt2

rummaging through our closet for my spare uniform tie, i came across his shirts. not the new ones we bought, the ones from new york that were ripped and stained from the hard fights he went through. looking across the room, the sun grazed his pale skin.

it shone proudly across his skin, shining bright to represent the earths perfect creation. my aslan.

he didn't see me kneeling on our closet floor admiring him, that working to my advantage. ash really.. sparked something in me, something no one else ever has or ever will. my heart belongs to the devil of new york city, and i doubt i'd ever get it back.

"eiji?" he peeked into our living room, looking for me. startling me and shocking me from my daydreams, i jumped and dropped a few articles of clothing. the loud sound of falling clothes alerted him, a signature smirk plastered on his face as he crossed his arms.

"digging through my old clothes, huh?" he teased at me in english. he's still a little.. rough speaking japanese, but he's learning. puffing my cheeks as i felt heat rush to my face, i tossed them back where they were.

"of course i wasn't! i was looking for my tie!"

outstretching a hand to me, he helped me up as if i needed help. i could tell he'd tease me with this for the day, his face said so. "mhm, save the explanation. i know you just wanted to look through my old clothes, no need to deny it. i know i'm handsome," ash smirked to me and shrugged.

"whatever.." i shook my head, taking his hand and taking him to our kitchen for breakfast. "you make the coffee, i'll cook some food!"

in our home, we shared all the chores. well.. more like i did whatever he didn't want to, but it isn't like i'd mind. he and i work together to support each other, no more going off on different paths and shoving emotions down. because of that, i almost lost him.

'beep!' the coffee machine beeped. he got mugs and distributed it accordingly. as i made a rolled omelette for each of us, he got plates and silverware.

as much as i love him, he's a devil. he's a demon, full of pain and hatred. but as much as he's demonic and devilish, he's angelic and pure. he's so pure and full of happiness although he's been through so much. truly a wonder he is, that ash lynx.

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the train station is loud, it always has been. the screeching of breaks on trains and people making noise in the background. children crying, shoes making noise, people talking on the phone. japan is wonderful, the trains are just not as wonderful.

we moved to my hometown, my mother, father, and sister live near our apartment. they like ash from what i can see, they just don't understand the story correctly. i can't tell them that i fell in love with a "stranger". they don't know that ash and i are romantically involved, they think we happen to be roommates. coming out to my parents is really hard, i think we'll wait until my sister is older to understand too.

"ash, just remember, i'm across the hall if you need me." i gave his hand a squeeze and looked into his eyes, worried for him. i don't want to let him out of my sight in fear someone will snatch him away. today is his first day as an assistant for a fellow photographer.

"yeah, mom, i know." he flicked my forehead and laughed at my face, walking onto the train by my side. "i know you're worrying. you're always worrying." he let a more serious side show, looking down towards me.

"i don't want this to be a repeat of new york." i might've tightened my grip on his hand a little more, letting my true worry show through.

"it won't be, we're safe here. i'll be forgotten, they wouldn't dare come here." unzipping his jacket, he petted my head and offered a hug. we're never affectionate in public like this before, i think the heat of the moment got to us.

"ash?" i quietly asked through the loud train sounds.

"yeah?"

"i love you."