The streets of Shibuya were filled with deathly silence, not a soul drifting past any home or alleyway. The usual rush of Scramble Crossing had disappeared, leaving an uncomfortable aura floating around.
"Hey you'll come back right?" A boy quivered in the corner, his orbs dilating as he shifted his weight between both of his feet moderately.
"It's not certain, Neku Darling~ I will try my best though." The blonde opposite the boy released a smirk upon his golden features, sighing ever so lightly. He raised the pistol in his left hand to reach the boy's forehead as he whispered his words of remorse.
"I think it's about time you left, hun."
"Just promise me you'll be back."
The blonde's orbs sunk, his golden brows lowering into a frown which complemented his sullen expression.
"I promise." The words were said with a little huff, resentment lingered in the air.
"Are you ready, Neku?" Neku nodded, his features became subtle as he rested his lids against the top of his cheek. The blonde held his finger against the trigger steadily, merely tapping the metal as the bullet was shot. It barely pierced the skin of the boy before he started to fade and glimmer into the sunlight. Neku had returned to the RG and the blonde had to take up his position as the composer.
The promise he had just twined himself with idled his mind as a heart retching feeling stung his chest. "Idiot." he muttered under his breath. The curse could've been directed at anyone as fragile tears began to fill the brim of the composer's eye.
Promises were made to be broken, right?