characters: Neku Sakuraba, the ghost of Neku Sakuraba and anyone else!
location: A deserted street.
time: Three o'clock.
rating: PG.
open/closed: open.
summary: It's funny how your past catches up with you, no matter what.
(This place likes fucking with emotions, doesn't it?)
[Neku mused as he stood in front of his ghost. It was funny, just looking at him. He had changed so much in a matter of weeks--and he still had his last week to finish, too... but looking at the ghost of his past, hands clamped around his headphones, pushing them down on his ears so the music wouldn't fail to block out the whole world--
Neku realized just how sad that was. He had been blocking out the world his entire life. And now, he could finally expand his horizons. People weren't all bad, or stupid... and he wasted a grand part of his life believing so. If he had known sooner...
No. If he had 'known' sooner... he might not have bet Shiki, Joshua, Beat, Rhyme... it was all a mess, wasn't it?]
... this place better not have more surprises.