Seven of Seven
A Beat Daisukenojo and Neku Sakuraba Fanfiction
Series Dedicated to: The Key to Oblivion
Note
This is three years after the game, with Beat being older than Neku despite that in the game they are the same age. Beat is older because his birthday is before Neku's.
Beat: 19
Neku: 18
Shiki: 18
Rhyme: 17 (The assumed age range is from 12-14, with my choice being 14)
Joshua: 15 (Joshua is only 15 in appearance, but is far older)
Summary: The memories of being dead for three weeks but going back to a world where you were still alive haunt Neku nightly. Still, Neku finds the mundane life of returning to being a public school high school student enough to get him by. But when he encounters Beat grinding rails in Udagawa one evening, Neku in entranced by the tingling feeling of the memories of the week he spent with Beat and the feeling of the embrace that Beat gave Neku prior to final battle.
Rated: T for Chapter 1, and M for Chapters 2-7; Bonus Chapter NC-17
Style: Seven chapters, with a possible bonus chapter
Author's Note: This first chapter will be rated T, because I didn't want to rush in Beat and Neku having sexual relations. I want to develop their relationship. However, that is not to say that they won't end up together. If that is not to your tastes, then I suggests that you either read only chapter one, or don't read past it. I won't be vulgar, but I will be as descriptive as possible, because as a writer, I owe it to my readers to give them a good read. Thank you, and enjoy Chapter 1 of Seven of Seven, entitled "Memories".
Warnings: BoyxBoy kissing
EDIT: I added breaks in between transitions for a little bit easier of a read. For some reason, the breaks didn't transfer over, but they are added in now (6/9)
Day One: Memories
He was dying.
Neku could feel the bullet ripping through his soul, eating him away until it was all but yanked and plucked from his marrow. He cried out, a smooth crop of elegant pre-mature grey (silver the man always said, silver) flashing by. Another round emptied, and he screamed, the pain of dieing proving too much for someone as stoic as him. He tumbled over onto the wall, his hand smearing the face of the beautiful CAT mural that lay behind him. He went still, his long, dusky eyelashes fluttering shut over his cerulean blue eyes, and he looked for all the world asleep in Shibuya-ku.
That was always the beginning.
Now he was running, headphones tossed off, eyes wild with fear. He heard cackling, and a long mane of blonde hair weaving through a crowd. A short mop of pink flashed at random intervals, and cries of the various divisions and offspring of pi rose from the mouth of the people who pursued him. He was hot, and soaked to the marrow, and his skin felt too hot to be attached to his flesh, which felt too heavy for his bones to carry. He stumbled out of the Scramble, having evaded his attackers. Neku took a deep breath and relaxed, and he saw a green-brown miniskirt as he looked up. "Shiki," he whispered breathlessly.
"Hmph," she smirked, her eyes slowly fading to red as she lifted up her brown boot and pushed Neku away. Neku looked at her, lips attempting to form a "no" in his defense. "Leave me alone. You're dead." Neku opened his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"NO!" It was ripped from his throat and he was falling backwards, crashing through a sea of Molco and Spain Hill and Shibu-Q and Dagenzaka, spiraling back a chucking Joshua that chanted a loud laugh that repeated itself snarkily. He gasped, the wind knocked out of him, as his back slammed onto the ground. He was underground in the sewers of Shibuya-ku and he could smell it. It was rancid with the fears of Shibuya-ku's children, and it was wet with the tears of a failed outfit or of the laughter that can only com from the weird ramen creations at Ramen Don.
"Get up, Phones,"a voice crooned. Neku coughed as a foot connected with his stomach. He had waited too long, ten seconds too long, and now, he could feel a chunk of liquid dead fly from betwixt his lips. "Get up, Sakuraba."
Neku scrambled to his feet. "Please, no.." This was the part of the dream he hated. Every night, he could make it through whatever the memories of the Reaper's Game wrought, whether it was Tin Pin Slammer to the death, or a game of dressing up like a girl and being groped by multiple Sho Minamimotos, but he always ended up here, but it was this that he couldn't deal with. "Beat, please, don't..."
Neku spiraled to the ground, his cheek quickly swelling. "Idiot boy. You ain't nuthin. Yous just a idiot." Neku whimpered as Beat picked him up, eyes glowing red. Neku could feel his cheek stinging, tears mingling with the pain.
"It's just a dream, he chanted. He need to-had to- remind himself that this wasn't real, that Beat and Shiki and Joshua would never hurt him, that Sho and Izuki, and that damned Iron Maiden were dead and gone and that Joshua had brought in a new reign of justice after seeing Shibuya-ku was worthy of another chance.
But when Beat's fist slammed into his stomach, Neku felt the cold rush of fear piece his belly and he screamed. "NO-"
"-OO!" Neku jolted up in bed, his body sticky with sweat and fear. It was the same dream, every night since three years ago. He rubbed his eye, brushing away tears. He had nothing to fear. School was nearly done and in the next year, he'd be preparing for school at Todai, only a few miles up the road. Being a public high school student was more than enough weight on his back right now, and he had to focus, otherwise he'd end up forgetting his rank as the tenth student in the school. He might have been anti-social, but his grades were nothing to sniff at.
Neku kicked the covers away, groaning as they brushed over his erection. He might have been scared to the depths of his stomach, but he was a boy nonetheless, and had his daily needs. He yawned one more time to wake himself up and rose, making his bed calmly and opening up the window slightly to get rid of the sweaty, stale air that came from hard sleep.
Within ten minutes, Neku was dressed and taken care of. He turned on the TV for a little bit of white noise and fixed his uniform, a crisp black blazer paired with a white button down shirt, black dress pants, and any shoes. Neku wore his trademark Jupiter of the Moon sneakers, as always, the purple going nicely with his uniform. He ruffled his hair and nodded, clicking the oven on and cracking three eggs into a pan. He grabbed a cupful of rice and washed it, placing it into the miniature rice cooking on the counter. He'd settle for omurice this morning, much too tired to make a bigger breakfast.
He;d finally calmed down when a loud knock shattered his peaceful Saturday morning. He got up, his lips a thin line, and walked to the door after a quick sprinkle of cheese and peppers into the rice. He flicked on another eye on the burner, and an unnoticed pot of curry came to life. "Wait," Neku yelled, walking to the door.
"Dude!" A voice cried cheerfully as Neku opened the door. A hand clamped onto his shoulder, and a huge smiled spread across cheery red cheeks.
"Beat. Good morning," Neku deadpanned, turning around and walking in. Beat shut (slammed) the door, locking and bolting it. He shrugged off his backpack, his uniform just as crisp as Neku's, but a lot more decorated. Beat bore his traditional skullcap (he'd never look right without it) and had on checked tennis shoes. He had his skateboard in one arm, tuck under the crook of his shoulder, and had on a bright yellow undershirt beneath his white button down. The traditional black tie was there, but not without a myriad of pins. His shirt was untucked, and he wore a series of check wristbands. The effect made him seem together, but individual all at once.
"Yo, what's dat smell? Smells pretty nice!" Beat licked his lip, dropping his stuff into the designated bench that Neku had set up a year ago when he realized that Beat not only liked to spend every day and evening at Neku's but that often times, he spent the night four nights a week. Neku had even gone so far as to have set up the guest room for Beat, seeing as he practically lived there.
"It's called breakfast. Tofu curry, omurice, and cereal. Grab the plates," Neku answered. Beat nodded eagerly, licking his lips. Neku knew better than the have not not answered. Beat had a stomach as deep as a canyon, and like a canyon, it never seemed to be satisfied or filled.
"Thanks, Phones," Beats baritone voice rang out loudly as he set the table. "Got milk?"
Neku nodded as he raced back to flip the omelet and add a little seasoning. "Yeah, top shelve. Make sure it's not dated."
Beat popped the top off and chugged a fair bit. "Yum!" Neku rolled his eyes and cringed.
"We all have to share that, baka. That's disgusting," Neku chided, splinting the omelet and placing it on the plate. "Now, hurry up and sit down. We still have a while before school, so we can enjoy things. I didn't cook this for nothing."
Beat chuckled and yanked up a chair as Neku spoon up the food. "Dude, looks mighty tasty!" Beat smiled and grabbed his fork, plunging it into the omelet and rice concoction. "Dude! It's like a party in my mouth!" Neku smiled, a simple half- raising of his pretty, pink lips.
"I'm honored," he said slightly sarcastically. "Even though that's what you say every time we eat." Neku smiled and bit into his own plate of food. "Regardless, enjoy."
"Beat, did your mother and father ever tell you that you're a pig and take too long to eat," Neku calmly said as they ran past Hackiko.
"Well... no... maybe," Beat cried, hand catching his hat as it flew off his head. "Dat's not my fault, yo! I just like ta eat!"
"Like a starving man," Neku muttered. "Hurry up, we'll be late!" Both boys grunted 'excuse me!' or 'pardon me!' as they dash by. "I see it! We're almost there!" Neku pushed himself harder, the gates of the school slowly shutting. He grunted as he neared them and slid through, his blazer clearing as it squeezed tighter than his small form. "Hurry Beat!"
Beat grunted and ran faster, grabbing the middle of the bar and vaulting himself over right as it slammed shut. "Booyah!" Neku nodded, kneeling slightly as he caught his breath. "C'mon Phones. We don't go no time to be wastin! Class 'bout ta start!"
Neku rolled is eyes, amazed that Beat was already recover, but then again, he did skate daily through Shibuya-ku, so it was no surprise. "Wow, you? Worried about class?" Neku sighed and stood up, brushing his already pristine uniform back to his standards. "Let's hurry in."
The day passed by in a blur of English, Japanese Studies, Math, Bio labs, and lunch. By the last period, Literature, Neku was eager to go. Still, he wasn't any Beat: he answered questions promptly, ending up at the end with time to read and finish his homework for the day, working right up to the bell. He swatted Beat on the head with his book after having finished. "Wake up, Beat. Class is done."
Beat grunted and flailed. "Dude, don't be burstin up on me like that! Trying ta get killed?" Neku ignored him, sticking his books into his back gingerly.
"C'mon. I'm hungry, and we can order a pizza tonight. You crashin at my place?" Neku continued, breezing past the shell shocked Beat.
"Yeah, I am. Rhyme's gonna be at Shiki's anyways" Beat nodded.
"What about Rhyme," a honey- sweet voice chimed.
"Rhyme! Hey lil' sis, how's it goin?" Beat hugged his sister tightly. Even though she was 17, and a freshman at the same school, she still had the same 4" 6' height that she had back three years ago. The girl's uniform, a black pleated skirt paired with a red vest and plaid jacket, made her look even more petite.
"It's going good, but you're chocking me," Rhyme yelled into Beat's chest. Beat chuckled bashfully and let go, mussing up her hair.
"Hey, Rhyme you read- Oh, Neku!" A girl with brown hair yelled, walking over to Neku.
"Hey, Shiki," Neku smiled warmly, knocking fists with her. Although that was a lot more impersonal on the outside, to them, it had become a way that they greeted each other. "What's happenin?"
Shiki smiled. "I tricked out my uni yesterday. Ya like?" Shiki twirled around, showing off her new clothes. The plaid jacket was still the same, but it now had a black lining on the inside. Her pleated skirt had been hemmed a little tighter so that the white socks she wore underneath were more accentuated. She changed the color to a bright red, and added a bow on the vest. "Cute, eh?"
Neku smiled. "Only you would change the uniform three weeks before school is done."
Shiki smiled, running a hand through her stylish brown hair. "Well, I'm a designer, what can I say? I can design as well as I stitch." Ever since the games had ended, Shiki had devoted herself to sewing, but also to designing, and her hard work had paid off: As Neku looked around, he saw more and more Shiki creations. He even sported Eri, Shiki's best friend, wearing a few things that looks Shiki-ish. "You headin out soon?"
Neku nodded. "Yeah. I'm heading home and changin. I might go to Uda later."
Shiki nodded and smiled. "Well, me and Rhyme are heading over to Molco to the new Sheep Heavenly they opened. It's the grand opening, and the first fifty people get a free $150 shopping spree! And they're having their 90% off sale today? I could look cute for years!" Neku nodded, smiling. It was always nice to see one of his closes friends so happy.
"Well, be safe and enjoy, Shiki," Neku said, gathering his stuff up. "I'll catch you later. Text?"
Shiki nodded. "M'kay! We should hang this weekend so I can show you my new swag! Bye guys!" Shiki ran off to her desk, leaving Rhyme behind.
"Bye bye, big bro! Bye Neku-kun! Be safe you two," Rhyme kindly said, waving her pointer finger at the last few words. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Beat smirked. "So, act like a saint?"
Rhyme smiled. "Exactly!~" She ran over to Shiki, who was now standing with Eri and nodded as they began to depart.
"Ready?" Neku asked. Beat nodded and grabbed his board.
"Yeah. I'll met you later. I gotta run a few errands. Anything ya need?'
"Soda would be nice," Neku mused. "Y'know, for the pizza. Get a box of the orange Ramune. I'll pay back." Beat nodded and ran out the door.
"Later yo!" Beast smirked and waved his hand as screams of 'Not in the school' and girls whose skirt had been blown up by the Beat-styled cyclone that blew through the school made his daily exit. Neku sighed and shook his head. He was constantly puzzled as to where the endless energy Beat had came from. He sighed peacefully and departed for home.
An hour later landed Beat in Udagawa. It was a hot day, so he had his shirt off as he grinded rails. He flipped and grinded and moved like music, smooth as he was, and he enjoyed ever minute of it. He stopped at the end of a rail, his cargos ridding low, revealing a pair of bright red boxers. He stretched, popping his back and revealing a soft blonde happy trail. "I think another fifteen will do it," Beat muttered, baby blue eyes glowing.
It was at that time that Neku was running from his Cat Street bungalow to Udagawa, music pounding in his ears. He visited daily, even after his old self was shed during the game. His feet pounded the pavement as he got closer, his blood eager to see the mural that inspired him on the quiet streets of Shibu-ku's UdagawachachÅ. Mr. H's mural was too amazing to not see daily, even though Neku had memorized even the smell and grade of the paint well since he first saw it.
He rounded the corner and took his headphones down, breathing in the quiet air. He heard a grunt in the background, near the wall, and decided to see who was there. It was rare for people to be in this area in the evening, after all.
Beat was riding harder now, pushing his body to the limits. His cargos and boxers rode lower now, revealing skin smooth as a baby and slightly sun-kissed, but not to the point of really changing his skin. A tuff of blonde hair showed above his boxers, and Neku found that as he watched unknowingly, his mouth began to water.
Neku was no idiot. He knew that the week with the blonde had bonded them in a way that he would never connect to anyone else, but he knew that he had been vaguely attracted to the skater. However, as Neku watch Beat flipped and ride the air as though it was his playground, he felt his heart thud to a tempo that would kill him if it didn't stop. Beat stopped for a moment and turned around, reaching for his shirt. After a moment, he noticed Neku. "Hey, yo! What's up?'
Neku hid his blush, pulling and tugging the collar of his Jupiter of the Moon parka up to eye level. "Not much dude. Nice grind," Neku said, although it sounded a little too loud in the silence of the evening. Neku blinked, heart racing. He was sure that Beat could hear it.
"Ah, you come to get me for dinner?" Beat rubbed his still bare stomach. Neku's eyes trailed down to it, taking in the expanse of sunny skin, flat and toned with muscle and health. "...Neku? Phones?"
Neku shook his head, looking back up at Beat. "Y-yeah?"
"Dude, were you like, ch-chekin me out or sumthin?"
Neku shook his head. "Dude, no! What do you think of me?"
Beat's cheek flushed red. "I... Let's get some grub!" Neku was taken aback b Beat's instant topic change. He felt like the boy had unfinished words.
"Beat." Neku watched as the boy turned back to face him. Neku stepped forward slowly, tossing Beat's shirt to the ground. Even though Beat was well over six feet, Neku's 5" 10 was just enough for him to get a sudden burst of bravery. He stood on his tiptoes and pressed his lips full again Beat's, crushing and crunching them to the blonde as though he depended on him to live. Beat wrapped his hands around Neku almost instantly, and Neku's mind reeled, flashing back to the embrace Beat gave him before Neku went to face the Composer.
"N-neku," Beat moaned sensually, wrapping his arms around Neku's slim waist and pulling the other boy against him. He broke the kiss slowly. Neku gasped softly and averted his eyes. "Neku..." Beat pulled him back, eager for another kiss.
Neku held his hand up. "Dinner's at home. Let's go," he said coldly. Neku jogged off, heading back through UdagawachachÅ.