Title Deep
Author Uozumi
Genre Challenge/Slash/General
Rating PG-13
Disclaimer I don't own these characters. They are property of their
respective creators and owners. I make no profit from this endeavor.
Summary A random look into a moment alone in the penthouse. A/E
Challenge From
Oh come on, you can't do an Ash/Arthur and not do an Ash/Eiji to balance it
out! From Eiji's point of view. And funny. .
Note I tried for humor, I really did, but it turned kind of drabbley and
introspective…
Deep
They brought me paints today. It was something that one of the gang members thought of, a bit of stereotyping I suppose. They've seen the "Chinks" painting calligraphy and brought me paints and paper so I could do what they do.
The days are long and as much as I suppose I should be offended, I'm not. It gives me something to do other than stare at the building across the street photographing the men who come and go. Ash asked me to do that and so I do. I'm trapped in this apartment complex, a virtual penthouse prison. Sometimes I want to leave but I don't. I promised to stay with Ash forever and I keep my promises.
Yet even if I hadn't promised, I would.
No one is in the apartment today. Gang members come in and go out, there's always someone to watch me, but in a way there isn't anyone in here with me. I am in this room and the random gang member goes by to make sure I'm here. Sometimes Bones, Kong, or Alex come in and talk to me, but the others just watch me.
"How are the pictures coming?"
Looking up I watch Ash walk into the room. The other day he asked where my dark room was and other such questions. I don't know why they struck me as odd but I explained to him how I was taking the pictures and developing them.
"No one new has come," I tell him.
He nods and sifts through the new pictures I laid out on the table. Some days he's quiet and just seems to take everything in, then others he seems calculating and gives out orders. I walk over to the window as he scans the pictures that he hasn't seen and see if anyone new is coming. He's starting a war. He brings all of his gang into the apartment and speaks English so fast that I only catch a few words. If I enter the room, he quiets. He acts as if it's a secret, as if I'm too stupid to understand. I know what he's doing. He doesn't have to speak slowly or use smaller words; I know he's going to war.
A police siren starts up and I catch a glimpse of the car as it heads down the streets. I wonder how Inspectors Jenkins and Dickenson are doing and Ibé-san. I haven't seen or heard from him in so long. If he was dead I would know, but I think that I'd die before him. I might be with Ash, but that is the most dangerous place. Ash tells everyone that this is the safest place for me, that I am safest by his side, in his penthouse, however I don't think so.
I'm not going to leave though. I can't leave.
I'm in too deep.
The End