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Paper Koi — Part I
Tokyo at night is a different world. The streets are quieter, but they buzz with an energy unsettling to Ash. He slips his hands into his pockets, his head low as he wanders through the neon-lit streets.
The city has a way of swallowing people whole, making them vanish in its chaos. And here he is, a stranger in the crowd, desperately trying not to drown.
Ash has been in Tokyo for nearly three months, but the city hasn’t made much room for him. The school is different, so organized compared to the chaos of his life in America. The students are polite but distant, and even the teachers regard him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. He’s the gaijin, the outsider. With classes having just started a week ago, there’s a glimmer of hope that things might change, but there’s also the nagging possibility that he might always be an outsider, no matter where he goes.
Ash’s full name is Aslan Jade Callenreese, but he’s long since shed the weight of that name. "Aslan" sounds too grand, like a title from a world that has no place for someone like him. It feels like a joke, really, a name meant for someone untouchable, someone unbreakable. And Ash is anything but. He’s been broken, beaten, and torn apart more times than he can count. So, Aslan became Ash, a name that fits the person he’s had to become. Sharper, smaller, something that can slip through the cracks unnoticed.
Ash didn’t just discard "Aslan", he shed the weight of Callenreese, too. Callenreese is his father's name, a man who never cared for him, who let him be passed around like a piece of property, who stood by while Ash was abused and broken. He abandoned Ash long before Ash had the strength to abandon him. It was a name tied to nothing good, nothing worth keeping. So, he let it go.
Instead, he chose Lynx. A wild animal, sharp and fierce, just like he had to become. He spent years learning to defend himself, learning to survive in a world that chewed him up and spit him out. He might have fallen into gang life like so many lost boys, but Jessica and Max had seen something in him worth saving. They’d kept him from slipping too far, from falling into the abyss. And a name such as Lynx sounded cool, something that made people wary without even knowing him. It gave him an edge, a shield, something to wear in place of the old pain.
Ash Lynx, a name that carried both the fire he’d been burned by and the animal instinct he’d needed to stay alive. It sounded like him, and soon enough, it felt like him.
He pauses at a crosswalk, watching the glow of a vending machine flicker in the distance. His mind drifts back to the States, back to the streets he used to know, the foster homes he bounced between, the ghosts of hands that once hurt him. He clenches his fists inside his jacket. The scars are invisible now, but they’re still there, just beneath the surface, ready to rip open at any moment.
Tokyo wasn’t supposed to be like this. He came here to escape, to start over, find some kind of peace. But the nightmares have followed him across the ocean, and the memories still keep him up at night, leaving him restless and aimless.
Across town, Okumura Eiji sits on the rooftop of his father’s building. The wind ruffles his hair as he stares out at the sprawling city below. From this height, Tokyo seems almost peaceful, its streets winding like veins through the sleeping giant. But Eiji knows better than to be fooled by the calm.
Below him, the building is alive with activity: men in suits, exchanging briefcases and promises of violence. He has grown up watching these men, learning from their cold eyes and sharp tongues, but their world isn’t his. It never has been. Eiji has spent his entire life running errands for his father’s empire, playing the role of the dutiful son. But beneath the surface, he is suffocating.
His gaze shifts to the camera lying beside him, fingers brushing over its familiar edges. Photography has always been his escape, his window into a world where he can breathe. Where things make sense. And then there’s track and field, another way to outrun everything that weighs him down. But even those passions have their limits, especially when his father casts a shadow too big to escape.
The door behind him creaks open, and Eiji doesn’t bother turning around.
「Okumura-sama,」 one of his father’s men calls, voice cold. 「Your father wants you downstairs. There’s business to attend to.」
Business. It always comes back to that. Eiji sighs and stands slowly, tucking the camera under his arm. He casts one last glance at the city, at the lights that stretch out endlessly before him. And he wonders, how much longer he can keep pretending, how much longer he can survive in a world that feels so wrong.
As he makes his way down the stairs, the weight of his father’s expectations settles on his shoulders once again, pressing down with every step. The cold and merciless world his father rules is his by inheritance. But it’s a world Eiji longs to escape, even if he has no idea how.
And somewhere in those same streets, walking alone under the neon glow, Ash Lynx is searching for the same thing.
The night deepens, and the blond's steps echo in the quieter, narrow streets of Tokyo.
Ash rounds a corner, and a flash of movement catches his eye. A figure stands out against in the dim streetlights: a tall man with an air of eccentricity that seems almost out of place. A leather jacket clings to broad shoulders, and his spiked hair are dyed in rebellious purple shades. The man walks with confidence. His grin is wide and mischievous. Sunglasses are perched on his face, absurdly out of place in the dark.
“Hey! You look lost!” The man’s voice cuts through the quiet.
Ash stops, eyes narrowing. “I’m fine,” he replies, though the wavering tone betrays him.
There’s something disarming about this stranger, something that sets him on edge and piques his interest all at once.
“I’m Shorter Wong. And you are?” The man declares with a dramatic bow.
“Ash,” the blond responds. “Shorter Wong,” he repeats. “That’s an unusual name.”
“It’s a name that sticks out, don’t you think?” Shorter grins, his teeth flashing in the dim light. “It’s a lot like me. I take it you’re new around here?”
Ash nods. “I’m a student. Just trying to... clear my head.”
From up close, Ash can see that Shorter is quite young, probably the same age as him.
“Ah, a student from afar,” Shorter muses. “I’m guessing you’re not here just to enjoy the view. Tokyo has a way of pulling people in, making them part of its rhythm.”
Ash shrugs. “Something like that.”
Shorter’s eyes narrow thoughtfully. “You’re not the first to walk these streets searching for something. If you’re looking for trouble, Tokyo’s got plenty. But if you’re looking for a friend, well—I can help with that.”
The sincerity in Shorter’s voice is unexpected, catching Ash off-guard. He’s used to people with motives, not genuine offerings. “Why do you care?” he asks, guarded.
“Why not?” Shorter’s grin broadens, a touch of laughter behind it. “Everyone could use a friend. And don’t worry, my company’s free.”
Ash studies the young man, noting the balance of mischief and earnestness. Against his better judgment, the idea of talking, of letting someone in even a little, tempts him. “Alright. What did you have in mind?”
Shorter claps his hands together in obvious excitement. “A tour of the real Tokyo, the parts no guidebook will ever show you!” He throws out a grand gesture before slipping down a winding street, tossing a grin over his shoulder that is half invitation, half challenge.
Ash hesitates but follows anyway. A voice in the back of his mind tells him this is reckless, that trusting a stranger in a city he barely knows is a mistake. But there’s something about Shorter, something easy, something that makes Ash want to ignore his instincts just this once. Maybe it’s the way he moves, all confidence and no hesitation. Or maybe Ash just wants to see what happens if, for once, he doesn’t think so much.
For once, Ash allows himself to throw caution to the wind.
Laughter and chatter spill from tiny izakayas, the scent of grilled meat and spices weaving through the air. They walk without rushing, Shorter pointing out landmarks with dramatic flair, each one holding a story more unbelievable than the last. Ash listens, a reluctant smile breaking through as the city’s pulse begins to sync with his own.
“So,” Ash asks, half-amused, “what’s your story?”
“I’m Chinese,” Shorter replies with a smirk.
Ash smirks back. “Not quite what I meant. What do you do?”
Shorter’s grin widens, and he adopts a playful tone. “Alright, brace yourself—I’m a gang leader. This is my turf! The territory of the Yù Shé. That’s ‘Jade Serpents’ in English. Cool name, huh? I came up with it myself.”
“A gang leader?” Ash’s brow lifts before he masks his stupefaction. “Didn’t see that coming.”
“We’re not what most people think,” Shorter says with a shrug. “We’ve got our own codes, our own way of doing things. Tonight, you’re getting a front-row seat to the real Tokyo.”
“Do you guys have guns?” Ash isn’t sure why that’s the first thing that comes out of his mouth.
Shorter raises an eyebrow, then smirks. “Yeah, we’ve got them. But it’s not like the movies. We don’t go around waving them unless we have to. Why? You into that sort of thing? You a shooter?”
Ash hesitates. “No—I mean… yes. I can shoot.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Nothing serious. Backyard stuff. Shooting range. Jessica thought it was a life skill I needed.”
“Jessica?” Shorter repeats, amused. “Your girlfriend?”
Ash shakes his head. “No. Kind of like an aunt. Not blood, but close… So no shootouts tonight then?”
“Nah.” Shorter chuckles. “Not unless someone’s really stupid.” He slows a little. “Us Chinese have to tread carefully,” he adds, his tone more serious now. “The yaks don’t like us stepping on their toes. We avoid drawing too much attention or starting a war.”
“Yaks?”
“Yakuza,” Shorter clarifies. “They’re pretty much bad guys in suits. You don’t want to be their enemy or owe them money, that’s for sure.”
“Are you on their bad side?” Ash asks, studying him.
Shorter hesitates for a moment before answering, “Well, let’s just say we’re on different sides of the fence. We keep things peaceful as long as we stay out of each other's way.”
As the night goes on, something shifts in Ash, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. The numbness doesn’t disappear, but for the first time in a while, it cracks. This encounter pulls him into a world that feels both exciting and dangerous. Shorter’s energy keeps him distracted, pulling him out of his own head, away from the shadows that usually cling to him.
For once, the quiet weight pressing down on him eases, replaced by something else, something real. Something that makes him feel.
When dawn begins to break, casting a pale glow over the city, Ash feels an uneasy mix of excitement and apprehension. He has gained a friend, or something close to one, but he's also stepped into a world where safety is an illusion, where every corner harbors unseen threats.
“Will I see you around?” Shorter asks, his voice lighter, almost hopeful. “Come by our restaurant sometime. My sister’s there, and so am I most days.”
“Chang Dai,” Ash recalls, the name sticking.
“That's the one.” Shorter’s smile is infectious. “I might even throw in a student discount.”
Ash smirks. “I’ll think about it. But I should go. Got class in a few hours.”
“Catch you later, Ash!” Shorter calls, his wave and grin unwavering as Ash turns and steps into the waking city, heart thudding with anticipation.