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They are gods, the two of them, each with their own pawns. So on those days when he ventures into the RG, he isn't surprised to find people opening doors for him, looking at him with curiousreverentadoring eyes, not daring to brush against him.

Of course, these people are just fixations of his precious city, the city he works so hard to keep running, goinggoinggoing. None of them matters as much as the man he was to see. Headphones thud-

Don't stand, don't stand so, don't stand so close to me…

-as he walks, feet falling in time with beats and undertones. Destination is Cat Street, per usual on his Saturdays. He knew him to be there; and there he was, cup of java in his right hand, magazine in the other. A frown seemed to be plastered on his face.

"Sanae."

The artist doesn't look up at the near-god before him, fakefakefuckingfake frown stuck like glue to his stubbly face as he sipped, read, tuned out. Megumi's frown is nothing, nothing in the big picture. The concern in his voice equates to nothing.

"… Leave, Kitaniji." He mutters, sipping lukewarm coffee with a certain amount of distaste.

"… Sanae, please, you're being childish about this matter-"

"No, I'm not. I… My actions. What I plan to do." The magazine is closed with a flick of his wrist. "Just because I made you the damn things doesn't mean a damn thing. I don't see how you could do something like this on a fucking whim, Megumi-"

"It needs to be done." His shades glint in the beginnings of dusk. "The Lord Composer will not simply bet his City on a whim. All will be delivered on the right path."

"Don't you think I know that?!" The magazine is thrown to the pavement. "I still think that this is all pointless. There was no need to do this; there should have been no expense in trying to stop this from happening. You know how the Boss can get-"

"If the Composer wills it, it shall be done. Rest assured, Shibuya shall live."

The frown remains on his face. "… I'm not going to simply stand by on this. I'm just like you, so leave me alone."

Megumi takes off his shades, surveying the man in front of him.

"… You've lost sleep." He whispers, wanting to reach out, to touch, to hold.

"Thanks for noticing." He says bitterly, reaching into his vest pocket for his cigarettes and lighter. Megumi reaches out, stopping him.

"… I will win."

A momentary joining of lips, and the Conductor of Shibuya is gone.

That is the last time Sanae Hanekoma sees him.