As promised, here's that sequel to All Joshua Cares About Is Love. I'm not very proud of it, but I couldn't have Makoto just burst into song in the middle of the street. It's kind of sad, but I decided to make it cheerful in the end. I don't like this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends With You, or Chicago. Please don't sue me.

Makoto Cellophane

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you'd-" Makoto sighed as the man walked by, unaware of the salesman. Makoto looked at the red pin in his hand. "Man, if I don't sell some of these pins, my boss'll kill me…" He looked up, spotting another potential customer. "Excuse me, ma'am?" he started towards her, but she didn't stop walking, not even glancing in his direction. "Oof!"

The large man who had bumped into him glared. "Watch it." He growled, pushing past Makoto. He sighed.

"I might as well be invisible…" he said sadly.

If someone stood up in a crowd, and raised his voice up way out loud, and waved his arm and shook his leg, you'd notice him. If someone in the movie show yelled "Fire, in the second row! This whole place is a powder keg!"- you'd notice him.

Makoto took a breath, holding the pin tightly. "Excuse me!" he lightly touched the arm of a passing girl. "Would you-" The girl huffed and smacked his hand away, turning and walking off.

And even without clucking like a hen, everyone gets noticed now and then- unless, of course, that personage should be invisible, inconsequential me!

"Nobody wants to buy my pins…The boss must be crazy to trust me with this…" Makoto sat down on the curb, looking at the pin in his hand.

Cellophane. Mister Cellophane shoulda been my name- Mister Cellophane, 'cause you can look right through me; walk right by me, and never know I'm there. I tell ya, Cellophane, Mister Cellophane shoulda been my name- Mister Cellophane, 'cause you can look right through me; walk right by me, and never know I'm there.

"Maybe I'll have more luck at 104." Makoto sighed, standing up. He headed towards 104, bumping into a young woman.

"Ugh. Watch it!" the woman scoffed.

"Sorry…" Makoto mumbled.

Suppose you was a little cat, residin' in a person's flat, who fed you fish and scratched your ears? You'd notice 'em. Suppose you was a woman wed, and sleepin' in a double bed, beside one man for seven years. You'd notice him.

Makoto looked around. He glanced at the pin in his hand before walking over to a young woman. "Excuse me." He said quietly, expecting her to brush him off.

"Hmm?" the woman turned to look at him curiously. "What is it?"

Cellophane, Mister Cellophane shoulda been my name- Mister Cellophane, 'cause you can look right through me; walk right by me, and never know I'm there.

"I was wondering if you'd like to buy one of these red skull pins. There CAT designed, and extra rare!" Makoto held out the pin for her to inspect. The woman smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I'm not really into pins." She said with a slight shrug. Makoto's gaze fell.

"Oh…"

I tell ya- Cellophane, Mister Cellophane shoulda been my name- Mister Cellophane, 'cause you can look right through me; walk right by me, and never know I'm there.

Never even know…I'm there…

"Hope I didn't take up too much of your time…" Makoto sighed as the woman walked off. He sat down on the curb, looking at the pin in his hand.

"Makoto!" Makoto looked up to see Mina and Ai walking towards him. "Come on, we're going to miss the Slam-Off!" Makoto smiled and stood up.

"I'm coming!" he walked over to the girls, and the group headed off to Molco together.

'At least my friends notice me…' Makoto thought, smiling.

I will not make another sequel. D: I swear. Please don't hurt me.