Katana was never supposed to find love, never meant to find a sanctuary. He was never supposed to find comfort in some place or some being, always destined to be on the move, on the defensive; always moving, always a nomad, never having a home. Not in the Church of the TRUE-EYE, not in Thieves’ Den, not anywhere.
But somewhere, somehow, he’d found it. He’d found home, & for him, home was a person. A living, breathing being that, despite having heard everything bad that Katana had ever done, still loved him despite it all. Despite having done bad things himself, they still loved each other.
Katana’s home was Hyperlaser.
The man of his dreams. They bore the same scars, the same tale to share about the cruel embellishments adorning their face. They were each other’s first love, & they stuck with one another, through & through. Despite Katana’s troubled past, despite Hyperlaser’s reputation of being a mercenary, he’d found his person too, the person that loved him despite of his scars, despite of his past, despite of his shun.
So, as a result, they stuck together. Through thick & thin, they were always by one another’s side through everything, masking their scarred faces behind their masks out in the daylight, yet finding solace in each other’s scars late at night. Hyperlaser’s poor vision seemed to increase in definition as he gazed at Katana’s face alone; that couldn’t mean nothing.
Hyperlaser wanted to propose.
After five years of being with this man, he’d come to the decision unanimously. He wanted to spend the rest of his life bound to this man, by body & soul, by all means, on paper & by spirit. He wanted to slip a ring onto that finger of his, kiss those pretty lips bare-faced under shrouds of veils & roses when the big day came.
So, he called ahead to Katana. Made plans with him & arranged a date for next week, nothing too unusual. Closed the phone with a kiss blown over the receiver, & then gazed at the ring in his hands.
The gemstone, it was a brilliant ruby, a deep crimson that glimmered shades of blood & cherry. He had got it the minute he’d seen it in the windows of that store, compelled by how easily it reminded him of Katana just from the shade alone. He swallowed, squeezing his hand shut tight around the ring.
The next week came.
Hyperlaser showed up at Katana’s front door, & escorted the man to the park by the arm. He knew from experience, how Katana lingered to gaze at all the flowers & rose bushes, that Katana loved the park the most around the Crossroads, & he especially loved the little clearing in the middle, surrounded by trees & rose bushes galore, & a little pond on the offset.
Hyperlaser let himself drop behind a little, letting Katana wander on to admire the rose bushes & pretty flowers that came into bloom in spring. The way the sunlight draped his form, the way it glimmered off the white of his hair, it was all an even prettier sight than the park in full bloom.
Hyperlaser’s heart ached with a feeling that was unbeknownst to him five years ago today.
He held his hands behind his back, clutching the velvet box, in which the ring was delicately secured, tight in his fist.
“Katana?” He called out to the other man, Hyperlaser himself now standing in the centre of the clearing, a little off to the side; just enough space for another person to stand in front of him so they could both occupy the spotlight.
“Come over here, please.”