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Asura (Soul Eater) - Forgotten

Pain. It coursed thicker than blood, and stronger than any Kishin soul through his limbs. Asura groaned quietly in pain, his body half slumped against the alley's walls as he limped along in pain.
'That wretched DWMA and that damned Maka.' Asura thought to himself as he meekly hit his fist upon the wall.
There was only one thing keeping him in this cursed town; you. It was simply upon chance that you passed by his beaten figure in a dark alley. You hadn't seen him, but he immediately recognized you. He needed you, but there was never a good time to approach you in his current state. The creepy moon stared down at him it seemed, taunting him. Mocking him for his failure. One block. Two blocks. He was nearly there. Then a humming sound echoed across the walls. It was faint, yet familiar even in his battered and near death state. His body stopped its movement as his head slowly turned from left to right until a figure crossed by the alley. The humming sound fell from the figure as it retreated further down the road. Asura slowly egged to the corner of the alley. His eyes peered cautiously around the corner. The only thing open were some adult businesses and a few straggling stalls attempting to get the end of the night cash. And there stood the figure, still humming a beautiful tune as they looked at the food items at the old woman's stall.
You could sense the presence of someone watching you. You had been feeling it for a couple of hours now. It was a bit unsettling, so you cast a side glance in the direction you felt eyes. Flutters of hair fell behind the wall of an alley you'd just passed. You paid the old woman and thanked her for the food as you turned back towards the alley. You tightened your grip on the bag and cautiously stepped into the shadows of the alley.
"Hello?" Your voice was soft as you tried not to bring too much attention just in case it's a murderer.
Asura's figure stiffened and shook slightly at the sudden nervousness overcoming him. Your voice was smooth and sweet like ice cream, just like he remembered. You'd changed your hair, and you seemed more responsible now. More like an adult.
"H-hello." Asura weakly muttered as he leaned into a bit of the moonlight.
You could barely hear the gasp that parted your lips at the sight of the injured figure before you. You didn't think to ask questions as you immediately stepped closer, placing one arm gently around the figure.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."
Asura simply nodded, allowing his hair to cover his eyes as he trudged alongside you, trying to withhold his groans of agony. You continuously cast glances at the man you were supporting on your side. He seemed so shy and out of place. Like an old friend you once knew.
"Not much further." You spoke in response to a groan of pain he couldn't force down.
As you made it to your small home just on the edge of town, you nudged the door open with your foot after using your free hand to unlock the door with your key. You were careful to set him on the couch attempting to lessen the pain. You gave him instruction to wait as you went to search for your medical supplies in the bathroom. Asura took time to gaze at the place you called a home. A few photos hung on the wall and in frames on small furniture tables. Simple decor kept it calm, but vibrant in an array of (your three favorite colors).
"You still with me stranger?" A slight smile with worry graced your lips as you knelt down in front of the couch.
"Stranger?" Asura couldn't prevent his shocked tone.
You merely furrowed your brows in confusion, "Unless whoever did this to you cast a spell of physical changes, I don't think we've ever met."
You chuckled softly under your breath before focusing on his wounds, starting with his arms before cutting away his shirt to work on his torso. With every new touch or next wound, Asura would attempt to fold away or cover himself and his insecurities. His face was covered in falling and bloody bandages so it was understandable that you had no clue who this individual was.
"Y-you really don't... r-remember me?" Asura broke the silence, his eyes cast to the side as he took a sharp inhale of breath at a particularly painful injury you were tending.
You paused and hesitated, looking intently at his body and features, "I'm sorry, I don't. I don't know or talk to many people these days so I'm sure I'd remember."
You dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton pad on his upper torso and his hand instinctively gripped your wrist, his hand shaking just the slightest bit; which you noticed.
"Sorry." You muttered.
He merely shook his head and released his grip, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat. He did and at the same time he didn't understand why you didn't recognize him. Sure appearances change, but had he changed that much? You continued to fix him up until practically his whole torso was wrapped in bandages. You reached hesitantly, stopping a distance from his bandaged face. Asura looked you straight on, "(Y/n)." Your eyes widened as he spoke your name, "It really has been too long."
You could hear the anger rising as well as the disappointment in his tone, "H-how do you know m-my name?"
You backed up a bit, growing wary of the stranger, or so you thought, that you'd brought home. Upon the revelation that he was frightening you, Asura stood abruptly, crying out and gripping harshly to his bandaged torso as pain flared across his body like fire. You were about to caution him against such abrupt movements, when he began quickly trudging to the door, "W-wait! Your wounds will open if you don't stop."
Asura snapped his head behind him, "Why do you care? I'm a stranger to you now."
He took a few hurt steps towards the door, nearly collapsing as he reached the staircase, and used the banister to support himself. You rushed over once more, assisting him, against his useless struggling and groans of complaints, back to the couch. You felt bad for the way you reacted, though you felt it was an appropriate reaction. Especially given he's probably who's been watching you and stalking you these past days, knows your name, and seems to have a temper issue. With an angry huff, Asura leaned his head back against the couch.
"You haven't changed since the academy." He muttered softly.
"The...academy?" Now you were forced to rack your brain over the small group of friends you could recall, though his voice and face weren't ringing any bells.
Asura coughed softly, getting droplets of blood on his hand in the process, "You were nice to me then too. Even when the teachers weren't..."
"Well," You carefully chose your next words, "I-if you showed me your face, I might be able to remember better...?"
You offered a calm alternative, however you noticed the tension in his body as he stiffened immensely, "My... face?"
He reached up and carefully felt the remnants of the wrapping. He gripped a strand of the wrap, squeezing tightly in his palm. Was he ready to show you? Show you the monster everyone had told him he'd become? Did he want to see the look of horror he knew you'd carry for the rest of your life? In simple terms? No, he didn't. But he forced himself to none the less. He slowly unwrapped layer after layer of the bloody bandages before his full face was in view. His gaze was elsewhere, attempting to give you time to look at his face without him seeing your terrified face.
"A-Asura." His name fell like a gasp of breath from your lips, but to Asura it was a choir of angels blessing his ears with your voice.
His eyes snapped to meet yours immediately, though instead of fear, your eyes had tears pooling in them, one hand was brought to cover your mouth in shock, but by the crinkling around your eyes and how your cheekbones rose, he assumed you were smiling.
With no regard to his injuries, you joined him on the couch, embracing him tightly to your figure. Asura gently wrapped his arms around you, trying heavily to push through the pain. As if you were reading his mind, you retracted your figure from his, a rosy blush tinting your cheeks. Asura's cheeks were a slight shade of red as you gently caressed his cheek to avoid hurting him.
"You... remember me?"
You nodded your head slightly, "Of course, Asura. I can't forget my best friend from the academy. I-I... thought you were dead."
You could feel the tears coming again, but Asura placed his hand atop yours on his cheek and squeezed it gently in reassurance.
"But I am here now. I've missed you so much (Y/n)." Asura closed his eyes and let the warmth of your touch engulf him.
Your heart fluttered at the peaceful sight, having missed your secret crush. But now was not the time for those emotions. Right now he needed a friend.
"And I'm here too." You gently pulled him into a comfortably lying down position.
He grunted on occasion but at the end of it all, the two of you laid wrapped up in each other in a bundle of limbs. As his arms lay gingerly around your waist, your head rest gently on his chest, wary of the bandages. Asura was the first of the pair of you to fall asleep, so you thought. You listened to his evened out breathing and let your eyes shut softly in his embrace.
"I'm sorry you thought I forgot you Asura. I love you too much to forget..."
You drifted into a calm sleep, memories of your childhood friend dancing like a movie in your mind. The two of you would wake in the morning in the same position you fell asleep. As you glanced up, Asura was already awake, and you were not prepared for his version of good morning.
He gently pressed his forehead to yours with his eyes closed, "I love you too, (Y/n)."
And that was the best good morning you could've ever gotten.

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I'm sorry if the ending was crap! I really tried to wrap this up really sweet like, but I don't know how I did. Thank you for being so patient and HappyNew Year!
~J-Chan