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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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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