My very own Joshua Doll

After getting a second chance, Neku was finally living life happily. But what happens when a mysterious package shows up in his kitchen on a Friday after school. You get five guesses what this package contains. Shonen-ai, JoshuaXNeku. There is some language as well. Spoilers ahead as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'The world ends with you' or any of the characters.

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Chapter 1: The doll of Shibuya

Neku eyed the package suspiciously. Maybe it was because it had been only a month since the game ended, but he had become very cautious. It was almost like he suspected a guy as crazy as Joshua to come and shoot him with a gun again. Wait… why was Joshua's name coming to mind? Neku hadn't thought about him since the time after he got back from the game. He said he had trusted him… and he did. But he didn't forgive him yet.

"What the hell am I doing… it's just a package." Neku said, shaking his head from all the thoughts. The package in question was found in the middle of Neku's kitchen. He had no idea how it got into his kitchen; he had only just gotten back from school when he found it and his parents were already gone for their weekend getaway. The package was perfectly wrapped in a light blue paper and tied with a black ribbon. It was a beautiful box, but whoever sent it didn't sign their name. Neku warily picked at the tip of the black ribbon, finally working up the courage to actually undo the knot. The ribbon came loose. The orange haired boy slowly opened the wrapping paper. After breathing in, Neku proceeded to open the cardboard box…

And couldn't believe what he saw inside.

It was a doll. But not just any doll; as Neku lifted the doll from the box and could immediately identify who the gift was from. Who could forget those frightening and piercing violet eyes or that so perfectly disheveled silver hair. Right down to mocking smile… this was a doll of Joshua. The insane kid who killed him, but in doll form!

"W-What the hell. Is he high?!" Neku shouted, meaning to drop the doll back into the box but couldn't bring his hand to un-grip itself from the plushy. Instead, he ended up holding the doll far away from his body, like he was holding something disgusting. Neku didn't know what to make of this. Why would Joshua send a doll; of himself no less, to Neku. It just didn't make any sense. But he supposed since it was Joshua, he couldn't expect anything to make sense. "I just don't get him…"

Neku sighed, taking his backpack upstairs. He chucked his pack by his bed, collapsing onto his bed. He was so tired. He had been up late studying for an algebra test. He was pretty sure he passed the test, but he had to sacrifice a good night's sleep to do it. Neku opened his eyes, looking down at his hand for a brief moment. He was surprised to find that the Joshua doll had still been clutched in his hand. Neku grimaced, throwing the doll at the end of his bed. His frowned as looked over at the doll, finding the doll's gaze combined with the smile stitched in the fabric creepy. It looked way to much like Joshua and Neku didn't like that one bit. Neku kicked the doll off the bed, closing his eyes for a bit.

"Neku"

Neku opened his eyes wide as soon as he heard the other worldly voice. He stood up, looking around his room only to find he was completely alone.

"W-What the hell was that…?" Neku stuttered, freaking out a little. He blinked, realizing there was no one else but him who could say anything. He guessed it was his mind playing tricks on him after next to no sleep last night. He frowned, dragging his tired body toward the bed and collapsed onto it with no grace what so ever. He closed his eyes once more, shifting into a more comfortable position than when he first fell onto the bed.

"Oh, come on dear, wake up." The voice sounded a little more than annoyed by Neku ignoring it.

Neku sprang from his bed once more, looking left and right but once again found himself alone. He narrowed his eyes, scanning ever corner of his room to see if anything was different. Why did he suddenly feel watched…?

"Neku" the voice said in that un-earthly, yet whiney voice that irked Neku so much. He felt his eyes cast downwards. He saw the doll that had been rudely kicked off the bed, lying limply on the floor; just as a doll should. Neku found himself picking up the doll, examining it carefully. That odd voice didn't start until he brought the Joshua doll up to his room in the first place. Could it be that this was a trick of some kind… or maybe, just maybe, this really was Joshua in another form. Joshua was the Composer; it would make sense that he could change his form. But… why would he do that? It seemed pretty elaborate just for the sake of teasing Neku. All the poor boy could do was shake his head and collapse back into his pillow, his fist still clutching the doll. He felt his eyes close as he drifted off to sleep.

The doll seemed contented at last, finding no other reason to bother Neku now that it was off the floor. It's soft limbs were limp and the stitched lips were still curled into a smile that it had been before. It lay there, unmoving in Neku's hand. Just like a doll should be.

"Sleep tight, Neku"

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