Disclaimer: I sadly do not own the great and wondrous Tomo-sama, the only
strong female character in FY Soi, or the handsome, powerful, and
misunderstood Nakago-sama---*gets chi blasted* All honors To Watase Yu who
is a genius for coming up with these fabulous characters! Okay enough of
this! On with the story!
Author's Notes: Shut up Tomo I am not stalling for time! I would like to
add that from request Ami and Su shall be entered in...I am not sure where
they will be...and about the 'How come Soi didn't recognize Nakkie' thing....I
have no clue....just cause! :D
The stage was quite. He liked it that way, he wasn't sure why, but it was comforting. The rail lights had been turned on blinding him as he stood on the piece of tape signifying center stage. He blinked and centered his vision on the back doors. He lifted one foot agilely, slowly, rising onto point. Then he spun and did a front handspring. 'What a wonderful night last night's performance was', he thought to himself as he slid into a split, stretching his arms to his foot and resting his head on his knee. He cocked his head over as the old wooden doors creaked open. 'The musicians always come early' he thought as two men entered, one carrying a slender case and the other a bulky one. Tomo stood and stretched, lightly humming to himself "So Amiboshi why do you persist on coming here to practice an hour until the show?" the younger of the two looked up, grinned, and shrugged. "I dunno Tomo-san, I just like being early and I like to be warmed up before the show..." Tomo raised an eyebrow. Tomo had met Amiboshi when he first woke up in this world. He had arrived a bit unceremoniously, in an alley. He would have been mugged if Amiboshi hadn't been there and in his condition then he had, had to swallow his pride and accept the whelps help (that rhymes! ^_^ ). They were, what Amiboshi called friends, but Tomo referred to as "entitled to keeping each other alive". Tomo then broke the subtle silence as the two put their instruments by saying "Why do you insist on calling me Tomo when the others call me Ryuen?" The man seemed oblivious to their conversation. "I am too used to it... you were always Tomo, and I have trouble thinking of you as otherwise" "Even though I look nothing of what I was?" he grinned. It was true his hair though still long was only shoulder length, and he never wore makeup, well only unless it was for a show. He tossed his loose white shirt across the stage and did a few steps to the tune of F flat from Ami's flute. The other man had assembled a Alto Saxophone and played a D to tune with him. Tomo sighed 'I wish you hadn't helped me...I wish I could easily relinquish my grudge against you and slide cold metal in between your ribs!' he thought angrily, but he knew he couldn't if their was one thing about him he was loyal. Too loyal he felt, and he just couldn't bring himself to kill the person that had helped him not only survive in this world, but give him this job. 'That's life' he thought as he did various acrobatic stunts across the stage 'Unpredictable and always changes the rules!' He finished a somersault and sat where he stopped and looked at the boy 'His brother never helped me and so he is still my enemy' he glared at the floor 'I won't forget that' a familiar evil smile crossed his lips 'Traitor!'
The stage was quite. He liked it that way, he wasn't sure why, but it was comforting. The rail lights had been turned on blinding him as he stood on the piece of tape signifying center stage. He blinked and centered his vision on the back doors. He lifted one foot agilely, slowly, rising onto point. Then he spun and did a front handspring. 'What a wonderful night last night's performance was', he thought to himself as he slid into a split, stretching his arms to his foot and resting his head on his knee. He cocked his head over as the old wooden doors creaked open. 'The musicians always come early' he thought as two men entered, one carrying a slender case and the other a bulky one. Tomo stood and stretched, lightly humming to himself "So Amiboshi why do you persist on coming here to practice an hour until the show?" the younger of the two looked up, grinned, and shrugged. "I dunno Tomo-san, I just like being early and I like to be warmed up before the show..." Tomo raised an eyebrow. Tomo had met Amiboshi when he first woke up in this world. He had arrived a bit unceremoniously, in an alley. He would have been mugged if Amiboshi hadn't been there and in his condition then he had, had to swallow his pride and accept the whelps help (that rhymes! ^_^ ). They were, what Amiboshi called friends, but Tomo referred to as "entitled to keeping each other alive". Tomo then broke the subtle silence as the two put their instruments by saying "Why do you insist on calling me Tomo when the others call me Ryuen?" The man seemed oblivious to their conversation. "I am too used to it... you were always Tomo, and I have trouble thinking of you as otherwise" "Even though I look nothing of what I was?" he grinned. It was true his hair though still long was only shoulder length, and he never wore makeup, well only unless it was for a show. He tossed his loose white shirt across the stage and did a few steps to the tune of F flat from Ami's flute. The other man had assembled a Alto Saxophone and played a D to tune with him. Tomo sighed 'I wish you hadn't helped me...I wish I could easily relinquish my grudge against you and slide cold metal in between your ribs!' he thought angrily, but he knew he couldn't if their was one thing about him he was loyal. Too loyal he felt, and he just couldn't bring himself to kill the person that had helped him not only survive in this world, but give him this job. 'That's life' he thought as he did various acrobatic stunts across the stage 'Unpredictable and always changes the rules!' He finished a somersault and sat where he stopped and looked at the boy 'His brother never helped me and so he is still my enemy' he glared at the floor 'I won't forget that' a familiar evil smile crossed his lips 'Traitor!'