pls. pls write shapeshifter ash. pls. omfg
Eiji has had a long day. First, there was the whole incident with the cursed wildcat or whatever it was chasing Max. Then there was a workday that involved the most obnoxious client possible. And then, of course, he had to get caught in a freak rainstorm on the way home, on the one day when he forgot his umbrella. On top of it all, Ash is still missing, and he’s worried sick.
God. He is really looking forward to taking off his squelchy shoes and sitting down with a nice cup of hot tea.
His key turns in the lock of his apartment, and he sighs wearily as the door clicks and swings inward, and–
The cursed wildcat from this morning (very big paws, with very big claws, oh boy) blinks lazily at him from where it’s lying sprawled across his sofa.
“How did–how did you–” Eiji whips around and stares at his front door, as if it’ll answer him. His key is still in the lock. “The door was locked! How did you–did you break my windows?!”
Another lazy blink. And then a biiig yawn, which quite excellently shows off some big, pointy teeth.
Eiji gulps. Where’s Ash? Ash is great at dealing with cats. Can he please, please magically appear from wherever he’s vanished to? Eiji has been so fucking worried, and misses him so fucking bad, and also could really use a cat whisperer right about now.
“Uh.” Eiji takes a breath. “You… wait. You do understand English, right?”
The wildcat (lynx? It’s a lynx, right?) stares at him long enough that he starts to sweat. Then it nods.
It nods! What the fuck kind of cat, cursed or not, responds with such a human gesture?! What is this thing? Eiji has never seen anything like it before, in all the magic he’s ever encountered in his life!
“Are you…” He swallows, hard. “I guess if you came here to maul me to death, you would have already done it…”
He trails off with a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck while the cat gives him the most judgmental, offended look he has ever seen. It kind of reminds him of the way Ash looks when Eiji teases him for being scared of Halloween decorations.
“Right. Okay. Um. Well. I guess you want something from me. Can you wait a minute?” Eiji looks down at himself and notices for the first time that he’s managed to drip quite the puddle in the entryway of his apartment. Fantastic. “I… need to get into dry clothes. And clean this up.”
“Mrrp,” the wildcat with giant claws and giant teeth chirps. This thing has paws that could decapitate him with a single blow, probably, and it has the audacity to peep at him like a baby kitten?! Unbelievable.
But the most ridiculous part is when Eiji finally sits down, very hesitantly, on the edge of the sofa, dried off with a cup of tea and a plate of leftover shrimp scampi Max bought him for lunch, though it’s mostly pasta with only two pieces of shrimp left. The lynx eyes him, eyes his plate, and then–Eiji stiffens with a gasp–slinks right on over to his side.
“Huh? What do you want?” Eiji asks, wide-eyed, as a large and furry head approaches his arm, sniffing his pasta. A big paw pats gently at his hand, pushing it aside, and–
Eiji gapes. The lynx sits back, licking its mouth with a very satisfied air.
“Did you just steal my shrimp?!”
The lynx blinks innocently at him, and to his shock, curls up and settles against his side, where after a moment, it begins to purr. Eiji stares at it.
“You know,” he says, and looks mournfully at his shrimpless pasta, “my best friend is missing, but you’re doing a great job of filling in for him already.”
He’s too busy nursing the little pang in his chest that tugs at him every time he thinks of Ash to notice that at his side, the lynx just purrs harder.