Transfer

Chapter 11

Check out the A/N at the end of the chapter
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"The feel of your lips against mine brought me back to that first one every single time."

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Aki was panting by the time he got back to his apartment. It was only Thursday after noon of week two. He had 5 or 6 more weeks here. He groaned and went to the bathroom. Stripping on the way there. His shirt and shoes left in the entrance, his jeans and socks left in the hallway, his boxers on the bathroom floor and he turned on the water.

With a hiss as the water touched his bullet scratch on his shoulder and the knife brush on his stomach. He let the drying blood wash away before he got his hair wet, shaking it out, spraying water everywhere like a dog would. He pressed his palms against the tile wall and let the water roll over his shoulders and down his back. Past his hips and his knees to the floor.

His dual colored eyes looked at the wall when the water warmed and he managed to get some shampoo in his hair and soap on most of his body.

Rinsing off, stepping out, he looked at the wounds again. He'd sleep them off. Just go to bed early, be fine the next morning. Then he noticed a slightly deeper cut on his leg that was still bleeding. How did that one even happen? Did his leg catch on something. He growled at it, like that would make it go away, he put on a pair of boxers and shorts and left a towel on his hair as he left the bathroom. He needed to take care of the gash on his leg before all else.

He sat down at the table in the kitchen with the first aid kit. It wasn't terribly deep but he still decided to get it closed as much as possible, he didn't need any other scars.  He didn't have a ton, but it was more than he wanted.

Cleaning the wound with alcohol and gauze, he then taped it shut, medical tape of course. He sighed heavily and leaned back in the chair.

What was he doing? He couldn't keep this up. With Sam, with school. If anyone found out why he was there they would be in a life threatening style of living they couldn't get out of unless they made up a whole new life elsewhere. Or they completely erased their existence.

What was he supposed to do now? Sam's life now held onto the fact Aki had to fix. It certainly didn't help that he'd kissed him. He'd taken Sam's first kiss and said something like it won't be your last to him. What the hell was he supposed to do? There weren't that many options open to him either.

He'd figure it out in the morning.

Grabbing a quick bite to eat from the kitchen, he double checked all the doors were locked and got into bed. It wasn't his day. Maybe tomorrow, it being a Friday, would be better.

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Sam was sitting balled up in his room against the door for who knows how long now. It was getting dark outside his window and he was starting to wonder about everything over the last two weeks.

The day Aki got there he wasn't sure what all was going on. But it was a new student, probably just some kid who got moved cause of his parents.

Later that week he'd gotten in a fight and had put seemingly no effort into any of it, which was crazy considering all the fights the kid he'd beat had been in.