How It Should End [MxM]

prologue

Aslan barely had a moment to think of stretching, being shaken awake by one of the boys in the gang. Recently he had bought a few new things for the bar and back rooms, so he figured he was being shaken to sign or something. Rolling out of his caterpillar caccoon of blanket, his emerald eyes flash open in a lynx's deadly gaze. Oh.

A head of half buzzed mousy hair was shadowed over him, but Ash could still pick out who it was. Mostly by the squat shape of his shoulders and the uneven ends to the growing hair. "Max."

"Finally awake. You're worse than my wife to get out of bed." Max rubbed the back of his head while chuckling like he always did, moving to take a seat on one of the couches scattered in the room. He plopped his phone on the coffee table first though before sinking into the cushions. Ash narrowed his eyes further. He never liked that woman... She had guts but just didn't like her. Then again there was only a handful of people he did care for.

Swinging the blankets off and planting his feet on the hardwood, the 19 year old (his birthday was 3 days ago) locked eyes with a member that stood near the door with a clipboard. When given the motion to step closer, he brought it up and Ash quickly signed for whatever it was that had arrived. "What do you want, Max?" His blonde hair flipped when he stood, flickering across his green eyes.

The Iraq veteran got a cigarette out of his pack, Ash already pulling a lighter to offer a flame. "Ibe-san called, he wanted to invite you and I out to Tokyo since they quote 'burdened us' during the last year." Of course he'd call Max. Ash didn't give his number out often enough. Then again he constantly had to change his number for protection.

"I'll just drag issues to them." Aslan leaned back, flipping shut the zippo and pocketting it in his jacket pocket hanging from the back of the couch. He stretched his arms up over his head and hung his head to roll his neck. "You go."

"Knew you would say that." Max let a puff of smoke curl up near the ceiling, watching it dissipate into the air.  He let his eyelids flutter shut, listening to the creaks of the bed as Ash sat down on it. The blond rolled his shoulders back, reclining back so the upper portion of his shoulders touched against the bricks that lines the walls of the room. Some portions had wooden slabs and wallpaper covering it, but just pure brick around his bed. "You should really go though, Eiji was really excited to see you again."

Excited might be an understatement, but to Ash the fact that Eiji wanted to have anything to do with him was astonishing. The kid was vivacious after all, it only made sense then again. He glared at the posterior of Max's head, imagining a bullet hole and blood pouring out by the gallons. Head wounds did bleed a lot more because of those little vessels... god he needed to stop thinking about this. He had those types of flashes a lot, plaguing his subconscious with rusty, crude depictions of something he's done his entire life. Maybe getting out of the States would be good for him....

Max stubbed the cigarette into the ashtray on the coffee table, flickers of embers landing on the cherry oak around the glass pieces. He was always so sloppy; Ash cursed Max under his breath, standing and going to swipe the mess up into the tray. "Still. Think about it. They offered a plane ticket for you, first class. Under an alias, of course. Shunichi remembered that when ordering the flight - and he mailed a fake ID and all. He learned the ring well didn't he?" Max walked about the couch's perimeter, pausing at the rear side and deciding it was time to hightail it out of here. The Lynx had a lot to think about now. "Give me a call if you decide to go so I can send the details." He gave a signature 2 finger salute, leaving Ash to stand beside the ancient designed furniture and to listen to the front door click shut. 

Should he  go? Was Eiji really looking forward to see him that much despite their intense squabbles? 

Regarding the ID though, was it a trap, or were they just generally trying to be nice? All of these questions spun in his mind, and he flopped down on the couch where Max had been moments ago. He couldn't stay in the States forever. Eventually he would have to venture beyond the borders. 

"I need a passport."