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

Sep 11, 2010 09:43

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 ( Read more... )

Comments 7

2 godproxy November 25 2010, 09:11:48 UTC

How many times had he done it ( ... )

3 godproxy November 25 2010, 09:36:46 UTC

School again ( ... )

4 godproxy November 25 2010, 09:49:23 UTC

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 ( ... )

5 godproxy November 25 2010, 09:59:55 UTC

There wasn't anything stopping him now. Neku picked up his pace, trying to catch his breath. But no matter how hard he gasped, he could never fill his lungs properly. He fought through it, running until he made it all the way to the end of the narrow waterway. He approached the door and entered the Dead God's Pad.

There was a man there, standing motionless on the other end of the room. He was dark haired and dressed smartly, a pair of red headphones resting around his neck. Neku approached him.

"Who are you?"

The man didn't answer. It was as though he couldn't even see the intruder in this place. He was staring at the palm of his hand, guarded expression hidden only partly by the dark sunglasses he wore. It was a look of determination when he looked up from it and stared at the door from which Neku himself had just come-- as though expecting something.

He knew instinctively what to do then, and touched his player pin in order to scan the area.

"Get away from there. You can't help me.Something about that voice's stoic tone ( ... )

6 godproxy November 25 2010, 20:12:52 UTC

When he looked down at his hand-- which was trembling, though from what he didn't know-- and the gun held by thin fingers, He gasped. That was there. It was very real. And now memories were flooding back.

Whose memories were they? He wasn't sure, but Neku was certain that he'd never challenged the Composer. Not directly. Not for that reason. He couldn't do it. He couldn't have pulled the trigger.

The redhead stumbled toward the throne and crawled onto it as though expecting to find the corpse of his friend still there. The source of the voice. Yes-- he recognized it now.

"Joshua?" Because that specter couldn't have been for real. Joshua was the Composer. God of the city. He was the heart and soul of everything.

As he turned himself around to sit in the seat of the city properly, the scene changed drastically. The first thing he noticed was the silence. This room had always been like that, but this kind was even worse. Different somehow. A sort of oppressive silence that left you feeling lonely ( ... )