Explosion of Colors

Rosewood

Mew is well aware that he has pushed himself too hard. His body is completely exhausted, drained of all energy and strength. The past month has been a whirlwind of fights, intense workouts, endless nights of passion with Blas, and constant alcohol consumption. And now, things have become even more chaotic after Gulf told him not to return, despite Blas being gone. It has only been a few days, but Mew has managed to squeeze in as many fights as humanly possible, much to Bohn's delight. The crowd doesn't want to witness fair fights - they crave the spectacle of reckless individuals getting hurt.

Despite being bruised and bloodied, Mew remains standing. It is sheer willpower and anger that keep him upright, while his opponent lies defeated. Ultimately, that's all that matters. Even though it doesn't feel like it, he is still standing.

However, in a sudden turn of events, Mew finds himself hanging halfway over the railing, desperately trying to prevent himself from collapsing. But who cares? He is still the victor, he can still go another round. Nothing can stand in his way now because nothing holds any significance anymore. He can keep going indefinitely...

There are hands on him and he blinks, realizing that he had unintentionally closed his eyes. He finds himself staring directly into Gulf's face, which is uncomfortably close. Mew attempts to break free, but Gulf's grip is surprisingly strong, and Mew is too exhausted to put up much resistance once the adrenaline wears off.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm taking you home."

"I'm not finished here," Mew protests. He still has one more match to go.

"That's correct," Bohn interjects, suddenly appearing in front of them. "Just one more match, and then he's all yours." He flashes a smile.

""Gulf spits at him, angrily exclaiming, 'Get out of the way!' His grip tightens on Mew's arm and waist, causing Mew to feel an unexpected surge of arousal at the worst possible time.

"I apologize," Bohn interjects, "but he has to continue with the game. People have already placed bets on the match. I can't allow fighters to simply walk out whenever they please."

Gulf, clearly frustrated, retorts, "Forget about your matches and betting. He's done. He's not even leaving this place on his own, you fool."

Bohn, seemingly helpless, spreads his hands and says, "Well, he willingly signed up for it."

Suddenly, someone calls out for Bohn, and Blas steps forward as the crowd makes way for him. "Take whatever losses you incur on him from my share until it's paid off. Deal?"

Bohn doesn't appear pleased, but reluctantly nods, allowing Gulf to pull Mew outside."

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"You should not have ventured down there," Mew remarks while sitting comfortably on his couch, holding a coffee mug. Gulf is seated next to him, and it seems like he is silently criticizing him.

"I can't believe you," Gulf exclaims, clearly upset. "It's fine for you to go down there and get hurt, but I can't go to try and prevent you from harming yourself?"

Ignoring Gulf's comment, Mew inquires, "What was Lilly doing there?"

Gulf shakes his head and rolls his eyes in disbelief. "She actually brought a date there, I don't know if she wanted to impress him or scare him away."

Mew, not caring about his own hypocrisy, asks, "So it's fine for her to go down there?"

Gulf's anger is evident as his nostrils flare. "As long as she doesn't step into the damn ring, then yes!"