[Team Two] Backstage

[yrindor]

 At least the sun is warm on his back, as everything falls apart.  That's a small comfort though, when the sun has nothing on what just walked away from him, out of the alley, out of his life.  Shuu, sorry Shuuzo now apparently, had always shone brighter than his surroundings; in the sun, he could be positively blinding.

Rom kicked at another pebble on the street.  Shuu had always been Ametalast's light, his light.  He had thought Shuu was happy with what there, happy with what they had made for themselves.

Apparently he had been wrong.  Ametalast hadn't been enough for Shuu, and he was off to the big city now making a name for himself as the leader of a band that sold themselves on their sparkle.  It made Rom's teeth ache to look at them.  Couldn't Shuu see that there was more than just kira kira sparkles?  Maybe he was a second-rate drummer in a second-rate band that would never top the charts, but he cared.  Who was grooming Shuu now?  Did they know he liked it rough like he liked sex?  Did they know Shuu would work himself into the ground if no one stopped him?  Did they know there was nothing better than a little nip of teeth working out dirt from the base of the fur to make Shuu turn off and melt into a relaxed puddle for at least a little while?

Rom growled.  If Shuu didn't want him anymore, then he'd come back on his own.  Meeting Shuu from the opposite side as a rival wasn't the same, but at least he could still keep an eye on him that way.

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