[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: L_N When the backstage lights come up, when the insanity is cleared, when my soldier's been rushed into his dressing room, when it is time to look him in the eye and deal with the recriminations and guilt, I drag on that hot-boxed cigarette and let the smoke curl, from between my teeth, and I. Smile like that bastard Tohma has never seen me smile before.