After the meal, we parted ways. I went back to my studio and got some baggy clothes on to cover my person. I headed out to just have a look around the city. I had my hood down, my braid done nicely, makeup done, and I walked along the streets. The streets were busy, I got recognized, got pictures, gave autographs, and gave some pep talks to some aspiring artists in music, art, and everything. Then, yet again, I encountered the two Saja boys from before.
"You two again," I said, stopping before them. "Something you two needed?"
"You aren't in the other clothes anymore," the buff one, possibly Abby, stated. "Is there a reason for that?"
"I prefer to be comfortable when I am not performing on stage," I said, folding my arms. "I still get recognized on the streets every here and there and interact with fans."
"Do you not take a break?" the blue-haired guy asked, possibly baby. "Don't you hide from the public?"
"I take a break from the stage, I can't take a break from my life," I answered. "Besides, I have to look after my sister. I wouldn't hide in public even if I wanted a break from being idle. I have left an impact on people. I use my life to make songs that connect people in pain, anger, or sorrow."
The two looked stunned by my words, guess they weren't expecting that. I scooted past them. They snapped out of it and followed me. I headed down the street.
"Wait, so you enjoy doing this?!" Abby asked, following close behind me.
"Yep, hard not to when it helps people," I said as I walked. The two kept following me as I walked to the crosswalk. Then I stopped, hearing a voice I hated.
"Akuma, been a while." Barely turning my head, I saw Jeremy, my ex, who cheated on me with fifteen other guys. I ended things with him, posting what I had for the world to see, so everyone knew the truth about what happened with Jeremy before he could twist things. I haven't told my sister about it, and I hope never to, because once I get into it, I get pissed and have a burning need to get to my at-home gym and beat the daylights out of my punching bag. It's not healthy, I know, but it's better than holding it in.
"Jeremy." My voice was stone cold, and my glare was intense. My patterns glowed faintly, and one eye subtly changed to a golden glow. "Why are you back in Seoul?"
"Why else? To see you," he said. Two years ago, that little coy head tilt and teasing voice would have had me cave in, but after what he did a year ago, I refuse to play into his shit.
"Bullshit, alright? I know you aren't here for me, not really." I spat, my hands shook, changing a little, my claws extended. Then, the two from before stepped in front of me, blocking Jeremy from seeing my hands, and they held my hands.
"Sorry, but we got here first." Baby said, staying close to me. "And we aren't good at sharing."
I looked between these two guys I barely met, and didn't know what to say. Jeremy's arrogance falters, seeing two guys he had never seen before standing in front of me. I honestly didn't know what to say either. Looking at these two, I was baffled. I hunt demons, yet these two are standing here, and protecting me, knowing this. Jeremy gave a forced smile and then headed off. I know he didn't come here for me; he wanted to fix his reputation. He's always been a selfish bastard.