It's been a month now.
Where are you?
Neku Sakuraba stood near the Scramble Crossing, his arms folded tightly over his chest with his backside pressed against the nearby wall. He sighed a little bit in thought, his headphones resting around his throat and the cord running down to his lower thighs until it curved again and connected to the port of his MP3. Clad in blue and purple as well as lines of gold, his collar hid those strawberry lips from the world.
The Statue of Hachiko stared down at the boy as the young man stared down the crowd in search of someone he once knew. No, there had never been a promised between the two for a second meeting in the Realground. Not a word about it shared. Just a quick flash of his life before his eyes as a bullet hurdled towards his chest and tore through the clothing and skin to his heart. The organ keeping him alive...
Though, like the dog that stared down at him in a figure of stone, he awaited for someone that would never come once again. The last time he had seen that sassy being had been down in what he had described before as 'whack' world. A world that judged the worth of men and assisted in either erasing the unworthy or returning the gift of life to those who earned it. And even to the selected, join the Angels above. Where Reapers were the one's to control your strings with barriers and Pins were your lifeline.
At the end of Shibuya River... That was where he had last seen his dearest friend.
In The Room of Reckoning.
The countdown rang in Neku's ears as he tuned out the other people from his senses, trying to never forget that voice he had recalled forcing him into such a difficult decision. A kill or be killed scenario that he couldn't win.
Neku shut his eyes and recalled that horrid and melancholy series of actions taken from the boy with blond hair and himself. The boy with the blond hair had raised a small gun in his hand, looking right over the small machine so that it lined up directly between Neku's eyes before lowering to line up with his heart. If that bullet sank in, it would be instant death.
Joshua had also placed a small frown on his lips. Never the challenging smirk Neku had memorized before, but something interested in him. The Composer continued to dial down the seconds Neku had left until that gun fired a deadly bullet with his name written on the side.
The Composer's finger pulled back to press gently down upon the trigger, and for a moment, Neku saw what he thought was something relating to regret. Surely, someone with the composure high enough to become a God could never regret something done to those lower than him. Surely he couldn't regret killing off a horrible human child.
This was when Neku shut his eyes and lowered the weapon to his side, unable to fire. Though he did this out of guilt and reluctance, he glanced up just in time to find Joshua pulling that coldly felt trigger.
Here Neku stood with his blue eyes locked against the floor, awaiting his old friend's return from The Underground. Not that Joshua had ever shown his face in the Realground before, but it sure as hell gave Neku something to hope for. Something to wait endlessly for. Something to dream for?
At the clashing of thunder above, Neku heard his other friend, Shiki Misaki, make her way over to him. She wore a worried expression for him and took his hand, trying to lead him away before the storm could start and drench them both in rainwater. After figuring out Joshua probably wouldn't arrive during a storm, Neku turned and followed Shiki and her doll, Mr. Mew, into the nearest store to escape the downpour.
"You seem upset."
Joshua didn't shift his eyes, but he heard that man behind him approach with a casual walk and a hand to the back of his neck. The God, Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu, locked his eyes against the town below the 104 Building. And since he stood on the roofing, he was openly being drenched by the tears of Angels.
"I'm not upset."
"Sure." Hanekoma commented, walking up beside the Composer with a softened expression on his features and his own eyes following the line Joshua's made. Neku had gone into a clothing store with Shiki, and that was where his eyes rested. Sanae Hanekoma sighed at this, "Can't hurt to say hello sometime, Josh."
Sanae had a knack for knowing what exactly The Composer was feeling at almost any time, but he almost never knew what he was planning. The Barista's wings folded slightly as the wind picked up, hiding them behind his back so the wind didn't catch him off-guard.
"Ever miss those weeks, Josh?" Hanekoma asked, leaning down so he could get a better look at the city below their feet. The Composer rather stood, his own wings folded a little into his faded white form as he loomed over the city of Shibuya. The city he had once planned to destroy.
The reason Joshua felt so compelled to Neku was how he had managed to treat the God in those past few days during the Reaper's Game. Being an all powerful God, he usually had people waiting on his hand and foot, and people fetching anything he wished. No one would question it or object.
Neku had been so much more than them.
The boy had been someone who had constantly butted heads with Joshua and questioned his every move without leaving a single detail out of it. Any slip up The God made was pointed out or noted, and this amused Yoshiya greatly. It made him feel like Neku's equal and someone who didn't have to be different.
Someone who didn't have to be so alone in the fight he was having on the inside. If anything, Joshua would have leapt down from the 104 Structure and gathered Neku into his arms, apologizing for everything wrong or anything harsh he had done and protect Neku from every horrid thing this cruel and polluted world had to throw at him. It was only too bad The Angels forbid it. If it hadn't been for that, Joshua would have already been with Neku. Neku and Shiki with Beat and Rhyme.
Did he miss those few weeks?
He would have died himself to have those days within his grasp again.