Flipside Shibuya-- look it's the box's title track hurrrr

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Who: Neku and Joshua. Also Sanae Hanekoma. Perhaps others. =0
When: post-game/ AU
Rating: Adult to be safe
Warnings: Violence, mind fuckery, possible sex.
Summary: Does something seem wrong here? He is the only thing still capable of preserving her. "OK, it's all you now. Pick a chapter. Live a little. You can access the Chapeter Selection Menu

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Something was wrong. More wrong than usual. That frantic feeling, as though something was clawing at his insides had returned. Neku looked up from his dinner plate, suddenly aware of his wife sitting across from him. Big, baleful green eyes watched him, worried. The redhead just smiled at the tall, dark haired woman and gave her a reassuring nod.

It had just been a long day at work.

Neku decided to go for a walk.

He heard it again; the sound of someone talking. It was too quiet to make out this time, and only the sound of that first voice. He wished he understood. Wished he could pinpoint what was so wrong with him in this world of perfection. Why was he the wrench in the gears? But hadn't he always been?

That left Neku's ears ringing. He knew that there had to be something that he was missing.

"...can't. It's not... ... ... Shibuya River..."

That tiny snippet was a shaft of light through the darkness. He looked up from his feet and stared out into the darkness of the city streets that shouldn't have been dark or quiet at all at this time of night.

"That's what's wrong. This isn't Shibuya at all." He said to no one. "You've got it all wrong."

Neku took a deep breath and began to run. He passed the statue of Hachiko and burst into the empty Scramble Crossing. As he did so, he dropped his suit jacket behind him. Running as fast as he could, off came the tie, the button up shirt, he even stopped to slip out of the slacks and sleek loafers.

By the time he stood in front of the station underpass, Neku stood wearing a Jupiter of the Monkey shirt that hid his face and matching shorts and hi-tops. A teenager again, with eyes clear and focused as he stared into the darkness that was the Rubicon.

Something had gone horribly wrong.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of pins with a clatter of metal on metal. They'd have to do.

"Composer, I've come to challenge you." He spoke into the darkness. But what was a Composer? The memories were muddled.

"Neku, no." There wasn't enough emotion in the voice to push him back from his new destination.