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Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! SEVENS series.
Pairing: Established Roa x Getta.
Summary:
A king needs subjects. Kirishima Roa has the most loyal in Taira Getta.
This is Heaven and Hell. Roa headbanged.
The lyrics to their indie jam "Miniscape" summed up his feelings, though honestly, when you're in a mood, all music emulates your life.
That Ohdo Yuga. He was something else. Otes hadn't chosen the wrong Chosen Duelist.
Yuga's impossible comeback. His deft use of the Sevens Road series.
But Roa was the crowd-pleaser. Ultimately, it was his/RoaRomin's fans in the audience, not Ohdo Yuga's.
Roa closed the concert with his dignity undented.
There's a weight on his chest, but it's neither defeat, nor anger, nor envy.
It's Taira Getta, the band's weighty drummer. Kirishima Roa's offstage squeeze toy, who'd do just about anything the King commanded, no matter how nasty or underhanded, from eating all Romin's food to shutting down access to Sevens Road Magician's entry in Goha's card database.
"Getta-chan, did I say you could kiss me?"
He'd been flirting with the idea of integrating whatever this was into their shows, rather than mandating its confinement to dressing rooms.
Visual kei rock stars scored rabid followings acting homoerotic during songs. If his princesses saw Roa grinding against Getta's drum kit or handling Ushiro's fretboard, that might net them popularity.
Plus, Romin would die of embarrassment, which Roa found funny.
"You seemed like…"
"I seemed like what?"
"Like you needed a distraction."
Blunt. Getta was blunt. Romin wouldn't have stepped out of line, fearing Roa may do the unpredictable. Even more awful: He'd do the predictable, and tell everyone she couldn't sing for shit.
Getta watched the demon smile.
"Okay, Getta-chan. In my divine generosity, I give you my permission to kiss me."