Disclaimer: I do NOT own The World Ends With You/It's a Wonderful World. SQUARE ENIX AND JUPITER DO.

Beat and Rhyme are NOT siblings, just because if they were it'd make it a bit more difficult, and I want this fanfiction Rhyme based. OWN'D.

I made Rhyme's real name up. Suck it.

Pairings are: Sho x Rhyme

Beat x Neku x Josh

Neku has to choose! –gasp-

Nao x Eri

Uzuki x Kariya

Etc.

By the way, if you all remember Dawn from my other TWEWY fanfiction, she's gonna be popping in here too… at some point.

So yeah. Congrats.

New Kid

Breath, Rhyme… Breath, the young girl thought within the depths of her mind. Moving into a new school wasn't easy, unless your father or mother keeps moving their jobs from one place to another. For Rinowa Winder (known more formally as Rhyme), moving to a new school at the age of twelve, was not easy.

Thirteen, and already a Freshman in highschool, Rhyme skipped a grade due to her exceeding intelligence. She was passing with straight A+'s. She was doing an after school program every day, until about five o'clock PM. When she had to move, it was either – restart 7th grade, or go straight to 9th.

Rhyme chose 9th. Except she wouldn't be able to start until the second Quarter of the year. Rhyme almost wasn't ready for this…

Rhyme had heard terrible things about highschool from her friends' older siblings. How once you take one step into the building you'll burst into flames. If you are a Freshman and survive till the end of the year, you'll just have to survive through summer. Always keep a look out for stray teachers going in for the kill. Never eat the school lunches.

Don't get eaten.

Rhyme shuttered at the thought. Inhaling deeply, she stood in front of the towering double-door entrance. The school itself was a mansion with the supernatural sense of icy cold fingers reaching out to take hold of the small frame and ram her inside its darkened, cobweb covered hallways. With pictures of the past principles hanging on the wall while their eyes followed you.

Another shiver ran up the young girls back. The typical high school uniform sagged on her, the shirt too big and the skirt to long due to her height and body shape. The socks fell down her legs. She was lucky enough that the shoes fit her feet.

Holding her breath, the young girl pushed the door open and took one step into the school. She stood there, the door closing behind her. The near silent click of the door back in its place sounded like an explosion in Rhyme's mind. A few moments passed before she realized she hadn't burst into flames.

Rhyme looked down at herself. All in tact. Maybe the rumors were all false? Releasing the breath she had held in, the young girl made her way over to the front office. Luckily for her it was right in front of the main entrance.

Stepping inside of the small cavern, a giant man sat at the front desk. His body could crush Rhyme within seconds.

"Can I help you?" the giant man asked, his voice lower than the Earth's crust. His voice seemed to shake right through Rhyme's body, an earthquake about to shatter her entire being. The man glared up at her through dark dread locks, his mouth twitching with impatience.

"I-I…" Rhyme could barely splurt a word out, she was so intimidated. The young girl gulped.

"Higashizawa…" a smooth, tender voice came from behind. "Don't give her that look… she's still so young. Let her through."

An angry grunt came form the man at the front desk. Rhyme jumped, soon quickly moving to the small room behind the gargantuan man. Rushing into the other room, a man with scruffy black hair rested upon his head, his chin covered by the same shade, but less hair and more scruff. White collared shirt, black vest, black jeans. This guy actually seemed normal.

"You must be Rinowa Winder, correct?" the man asked.

"I-it's pronounced like the nature wind, sir… not a metal spring wind… sir," Rhyme whispered softly, a blush dancing across her face.

The man laughed. "Right, right, Winder," he replied, still pronouncing it incorrectly. "My name is Sanae Hanekeoma, but you can call me Mr. Hanekeoma or Mr. H. I'm the principal here at this highschool. You are welcome to my office at anytime you want to talk about something. I don't get the usual students, but I get the rare visitor. Here is your schedule, your locker number and its combination. Here's a map of the school incase if you get lost as well."

The papers just seemed to pile onto Rhyme's arms while the principal continued to talk. Once he finished his little monologue there, he laughed and sat down at his desk. "You're first class is Art with Mister… I dunno," he said simply, forgetting the art teachers name. "…have fun."

Rhyme just stared at the principal and then got up, "Thank you Mr. H," Rhyme said shyly. Fixing her skirt a bit, the tiny blonde ran out of the office and down towards the art room. She came to a slow stop, looking at the numbers on each and every door.

32… 34… wait… where was 33? Room 33 was the art room! And it wasn't there?

"What?" Rhyme grumbled to herself. Looking down the hall again, she saw nothing but rooms 18-34 minus 33. Sighing, she turned around quickly to head back to Mr. H's room, when she ran into someone else. Both falling down, Rhyme carefully picked up her papers, making sure not to grab the other persons.

A design of an evening gown with lace and rhinestones running down it's side sat in front of Rhyme's face. A flourish was at the bottom of the picture. 'Eri'. Looking up, Rhyme was face to face with a beautiful female with crimson-pink hair and a sweet face.

"Sorry about that," the girl smiled. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was headed. I've been too busy thinking of a new design. By the way, my name is Eri." She smiled. Her smile seemed to light up Rhyme's worries.

"I-it's okay," Rhyme replied with a soft voice. "My name is Rinowa… but call me Rhyme please!" Grinning, she and Eri stood up. "Hey, Eri… do you know where room 33 is? I can't find it… it almost doesn't exist…"

The redhead laughed, her pearly whites glistening with pride. "They screwed up the rooms when they built this school. Room 33 is on the other side, I'm headed there right now, I'll show you!" Fixing herself, Eri began to walk, with Rhyme on her trail.

This girl can walk fast! Rhyme thought to herself. What is she, a junior with lightning speed?

"Here we are!" Eri grinned stepping into the class room. Rhyme stopped at the doorway. Only three other students were in there. A tan-skinned female with blonde-gold hair, another girl with short brown hair that seemed to be fiddling with a small pink phone and a guy, maybe senior year with dark skin… and a hat. Isn't that against school rules to wear hats?

"Hey, Rhyme, come on," Eri grinned. "You can sit with me and Nao-Nao." Being pulled away (more of dragged), Rhyme was placed on a stool next to Eri, the caramel coloured girl on the other side.

"Like, hi!" the blonde girl said. Rhyme guessed this must have been that 'Nao-Nao' Eri had mentioned. "My name's Nao, but call me Nao-Nao for short, okay? What's your name?"

Rhyme smiled at the strange way of making a name shorter.

"I'm Rinowa, but you can call me Rhyme!" the blonde said with a cheerful disposition than normal.

"That's, like, such a cute name, y'know?" Nao smiled. Looking over Nao's shoulder, Rhyme could see the only guy in the room staring at her, like he would devour her.

Golden eyes, bronze-burned skin, three small scars running down his cheek. Gray-silverish brown hair, topped off with a red bandana and a studded black funky baseball cap. A tattoo that looked like black flames rose up his right arm.

Eri looked to where Rhyme was looking. She cleared her throat a bit. "You're the new girl, right?" the redhead asked. "…you moved up from seventh grade?"

Rhyme snapped out of her small trance and looked up at the redhead. "Huh…? Yeah," she said softly. "I moved from Gion to Shibuya this year. My Dad got a new and better paying job."

"That's great!" Nao grinned. "So, are you, like, adapted yet to Shibuya…?"

Rhyme shook her head no. Eri laughed a bit. "Well here," she grinned, her teeth shining again. "Nao and I will help you out with this school, and Shibuya!"

"Really? Thanks!"

"First thing is first though," Eri began. "To be at this highschool, North Shibuya Highschool District, you need to know your people and your status quo's. Nao and I are the two head leaders of the Fashion Club on Thursdays—" she got in a little closer, pointing towards the hat guy "—that's Sho Minamimoto, Senior executive for the Modern Art Club on Thursdays, and the Math Club on Tuesdays. There's Yoshiru Kiryuu, also known as Joshua, who is the 'Prince' of the school. He's under Mr. H's wing right now for Fostercare, that's the only reason that boy gets to do anything he wants. He and his posse, made up of Kitaniji and Konishi are ALWAYS by his side. Neku Sakuraba is the second-in-line valedictorian of the Sophmore class, next to his current boyfriend Josh. There are Uzuki and Kariya, watch out for those two; the only thing they do is cause trouble."

"…there are a lot of people to look out for…" Rhyme said, that guy staring at her again. Sho? Sho Minamimoto? Sounds like he could really crunch you up… Rhyme thought.

Eri laughed at Rhyme's comment. "No worries, you'll be fine, most of those kids won't bother you," she said sweetly. Even though Rhyme just met Eri, she felt as though the red-head was already an older sister.

Eri continued onward with names and occupations. Several names came up, Sota, Beat, Sho AGAIN, Higashizawa (that creepy huge guy at the front desk), 'The Ramen Guy', and 'other Freshmen'. Rhyme blinked a little at the red head.

How much can one girl talk in five minutes…? Rhyme thought to herself.

"So, let's start with toda-" Eri began

"Oh, Eri?" Nao interrupted. "Like, I was wondering if we're still, like, getting together at 104?"

"Oh yeah!" Eri smacked a fist down into a flat hand that made Rhyme jump a bit. "And we can bring Rhyme with us! What d'ya say Rhyme?"

The blonde stared up at the older female. The was a pregnant pause before Rhyme smiled. "I'll have to ask my folks back home, but I'd love to!" she grinned childishly. Just moving in and already making some good friends. Already, Rhyme enjoyed this year. High school was a lot better than she had imagined and heard about.

When the class began at last, Rhyme was told what they were doing. They had to make some form of modern art sculpture using either clay or glue and props.

Rhyme chose clay. She hadn't worked with clay since the second grade. Getting out the materials that she needed, she looked over at Sho again. He must have been using glue and props… his… uhm… "art" looked more like a giant… pile of trash glued to together. What type of art looked like cars broken and crushed with other sort of metallic items?

"Don't like, think about him…" Nao said softly, breaking Rhyme out of her weirded out state.

"He doesn't date… so many girls have tried, none have ever looked at him with a smile ever again. He secludes himself from the world… the three things that he loves are Math, giant junk piles (his "art"), and himself. He's never looked at a girl or guy with the eyes of a lover," Eri finished off. "I was a girl who tried so many years ago… he was an 8th grader, and I was in 6th… I thought I could do it… the only thing he said was… well… silence." Sighing Eri looked back at her clay, swirling her finger on the surface.

"…that's so… what a dick," Rhyme put it down. "…like honestly! He could've at least declined you with a 'no thank you' or shown some sort of respect, I mean! What kinda guy does that to a girl? Douche…"

Both Eri and Nao stared at Rhyme with wide eyes. They didn't know Rhyme could swear… Rhyme looked at the both of them, smiling sheepishly.

"S-sorry… I got ahead of myself…" she hummed. Going back to her clay, she allowed the sloppy tan ceramic to cover her fingers and get up her arms. She enjoyed clay. It was messy and fun.

Art class took a while. Rhyme wanted it to end. Quickly. Sho kept looking at her like he was seriously going to shove an apple in her mouth, put her in an oven, roast her over an open fire and eat her for dinner. It scared her. She shuddered everytime she spotted him staring at her like that.

Where was the bell? When was the bell going to come?

"Hey Rhyme?" Nao interrupted her thoughts again. "Like, what class do you have next?"

"Oh… uhm… lemme check…" Rhyme fumbled through her pocket to find a small piece of paper with her schedule. "I have uh… Study hall? …In room… 45…"

The bell rang as the three girls stood up with their supplies and books. "Room 45 is actually just down the hallway. It isn't hard to miss, glass windows, can see right into it. It's also part of the Library, so it's not hard to find," Eri said with a smile. Waving to Rhyme, she and Nao walked off, giggling.

Sho walked by her, their eyes locked for a mere millisecond and then disconnected. Yep. She was sure of it now… he was going to kill her. But even though it seemed like he was going to kill her… that single millisecond, that single tiny fragment of time made Rhyme's entire being corrupt into a world of… curiosity. A flash of gold sent shivers running marathons up and down her back. That miniscule measure of life made Rhyme want to jump off a cliff and end Freshmen year.

Leaving the room as quickly as she could, Rhyme found the Library pretty easily. Eri was right, it wasn't that hard to find. That made looking for 2nd period was going to be easy for her.

Sighing, she placed her bag on a chair, and then walked over to the library side, looking through all the different books. Sighing, she really hadn't found any that she had already read or wasn't really interested in. Heading back over to the table with her bag, she saw her bag on the floor and a blonde girl kicking it, texting away.

"E-excuse me…" Rhyme muttered. The female didn't turn. "Excuse me!" The blonde finally turned, her mouth turned into a frown, glaring at the younger female through thin-rimmed glasses resting on her nose.

"You have no right to speak to me," she said all snooty-like, her voice snobbish and high pitched. "You took my spot."

"I-I'm sorry.. .b-but my bag was there before you came over and sat do—"

The blonde female stood up, grabbing Rhyme's collar and lifted her up a bit. Rhyme struggled, her toes the only thing touching the ground. She clutched onto the girl's wrist, almost gasping for air.

"What did you say?" the woman hissed at her. …Eri and Nao warned Rhyme about this girl. She was Konishi, wasn't she? Rhyme struggled a little, not wanting to die by the hands of this… panther.

"I… I d-didn't know it was yours! I-I just got here today…!" the smaller blonde squeaked.

Konishi didn't loosen her grip. As a matter of fact, she tightened it.

"Put her down, Iron Maiden," a voice echoed through. Konishi's eyes seemed to light up like ears on a dog upon hearing the voice. It was low, husky… Rhyme turned her eyes, spotting a snake-like man. His hair was… long, gross and oily. He had sunglasses over his most likely dark eyes. He must have been the second one of the deadly trio... Kitaniji…

Konishi dropped Rhyme instantly, the young blonde falling to the ground. Coughing a bit, Rhyme grabbed her bag and books, bowing respectfully to the male, she began to head out before he interrupted her.

"Where do you think you're going… Breakfast?" he purred out. Why must Freshman be called by foods or meals? Rhyme shivered as she turned around, and bowed respectfully again.

"…t-to a different area so… sh-she can have her s-seat back…" Rhyme fumbled out.

Kitaniji smirked. "What's your name Breakfast?" he hissed.

"…Rh-Rhyme…"

"Ahh…" the female spoke. "…you're the one that Joshua was talking about to us… Josh says Mr. H might treat you like his own daughter because Josh isn't enough. No wonder he spoke rudely of you… You're really nothing but a worthless, vexatious nothing in the bleak emptiness of null void."

Ow. That hurt. That hurt really bad. Rhyme didn't like this woman, not one bit. Not a single moment did this woman actually make Rhyme feel accepted into the world of high school. Rumors were right, SENOIRS WILL EAT FRESHMAN.

They even gave them names of different meals of the day and foods. Wonderful. Just… wonderful.

Rhyme wanted the bell to ring. And soon. She wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Well… at least not to these two. They were vultures, and Rhyme the prey. They eyed her daringly, hungry to see her blood on the floor. SENOIRS WILL KILL FRESHMEN.

On their faces you could see the words running through their head. 'MURDER FRESHMAN. MURDER FRESHMEAT.'

Rhyme squeaked as the bell went off. Konishi and Kitaniji walked by her gracefully, not touching her as they practically floated by her. She was near frozen from fear. Her heart was racing, beating base drums in her head. Yay for parades…

Finally calming down, Rhyme made her way down the hall. Gym next. That meant she had last lunch, fabulous. It wasn't that she didn't mind having lunch last, it was just the fact that she had breakfast at five thirty in the morning, so she was already hungry, even though it was only ten thirty.

Quickly making her way down the hallways and finding the gym, Rhyme walked up to the teacher. He was a tall slender male, seemingly harmless. "Ahh, you must be Rinowa, correct?" he asked, his voice smooth. Rhyme nodded.

"Please, I'd like to be called Rhyme if that's alright with you," she said politely. The teacher nodded as he motioned for her to follow him. Going into a small room, he opened up a closet door, taking out what looked like a hand-me-down gym uniform.

"I suppose you are smaller for normal Freshmen…" he said softly. "This should fit you. The girls' locker room is on the other side of the gym. Quickly get changed and ready and we'll be meeting out on the tennis courts. We'll be playing a…" the man murmured off, walking off as well towards a group of boys with skateboards. "Daisukenojo Bito! I thought I told you, Sota, and Yammer no skateboards on school premisies! Hand them over now!"

Rhyme giggled softly at the three boys as she ran across the wide gym floor to the locker room, quickly finding an empty cubby and throwing her stuff in there and speedily getting into her gym clothes. Surprisingly they fit fairly well. Slipping on her pair of sneakers, Rhyme bolted out of the locker room and out to the tennis courts in the lower fields. It wasn't that hard to spot them, hearing the shouting coming from rambunctious, rousing high school boys.

When the smaller female reached the group, the teacher smiled over to her. "Class, we have someone new today," he smiled. Wow, they were back in the early years of school where the new kid just HAD to be introduced? Greaattt… Rhyme grumbled a bit as all eyes fell on her. "This is Miss Rhyme," the teacher smiled softly. "I would appreciate if everyone showed respect to Miss Rhyme so that way she can feel accepted in our class."

Rhyme smiled softly as a blonde male, fairly large and muscular looked over at her, suddenly becoming completely ga-ga. "SHE'S SO CUTE, YO!" he screamed running up to her and wrapping his arms around her neck and holding her close to him. Rhyme shrieked as he gripped onto her. Some of the students began to laugh as Rhyme flailed to have the ability to breath.

Finally letting go, Rhyme gasped for air. Not moments later did Beat grab Rhyme's cheeks and squish them like a grandmother to a grandchild she hadn't seen in a few years. "Aw man! She looks like me too!" he grinned as he dragged her over to Sota and Yammer and held his face next to hers. "We could be distant relatives, yo!" he laughed. Rhyme had to giggle slightly at the comment.

"Alright class!" the teacher finally announced. "I'll be setting up tennis and basketball. If you don't want to play either, then you can just run or walk around the courts. Understood? Good!"

Beat looked down at Rhyme. "Whaddya gonna do?" he grinned.

"I was going to go play some tennis," Rhyme said shyly. She was still overwhelmed by him practically attacking her. The young girl looked at the other two boys. One of them had that same caramel skin that Nao had. "You look a lot like someone I met in first period…" Rhyme said softly.

Sota laughed. "Nao, right?" he smiled. "She's my little sister. Craziest lesbian thing I've ever known." Yammer began to laugh. And with the laughing, he got a whack on the back of his head from Sota. "Shaddup," he spat.

Beat grinned and picked Rhyme up and placed her on his back in a shoulder ride. "Then tennis it is, yo!" he laughed as he began to walk over to the courts. "I wanna see what you like in sports, yo."

"I'm only so-so in tennis," Rhyme smiled, keeping a grip on the muscular male so she wouldn't fall over. "I rock at soccer and colour guard though."

"You into colour guard?"

"Yeah! At my old school I was always number one for that stuff, but then I had to leave the team because my Mom wanted me to do more academic stuff and become more of a LADY~ Pfft. I'd rather be the Quarterback of the football team than be a lady—WHA!"

Beat pulled Rhyme off his shoulders and held her tightly again. "YOU REALLY ARE MY DISTANT RELATIVE~" he said proudly. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?"

Rhyme squeaked as Yammer ran over to the two and pulled them apart. Rhyme had to laugh. Already, she made more friends. First day was going great!

When the finally got to the courts, Beat and Rhyme began to duke it out, talking more about each other. Rhyme learned that Beat HATED his real name, always spent his after school life either jamming with the music club, or out skateboarding with friends. His favourite food is curry and he still thinks that Rhyme is his distant younger sister.

Beat, in turn, found out that Rhyme as well hates her real name, spends after school time doing whatever she can to look good for a college resume. Her favourite food are oreo's and shio ramen. She thinks Beat is crazy for attacking her every five seconds thinking that they're distant relatives.

By the time third period ended and it was time to go to lunch, Beat and Rhyme really did decide that they were distant siblings that they lost through… the War or something like that. Beat said it was because of aliens, Sota and Yammer just laughed.

Rhyme became happier from now knowing that with having Beat, Yammer, and Sota in her third period class, she'd also have them in her lunch. She was glad that she was able to sit next to them. She also gained a few new friends as well; Shooter and… dare she say that he actually is at the same table as her?

Sho Minamimoto.

The entire time he was with them at the lunch table, he just glared at her; his golden eyes locking onto her petite frame. He'd look down at his food, take a bite and then look back up to her. The other's didn't seem to notice, but Rhyme was getting fairly annoyed.

"Would you stop that?" Rhyme spat, the table going quite as Sho continued to glare at her. "I mean, ever since first period you've just been glaring at me intently like you're going to… going to… bite my head off and then save my body in a freezer for a midnight snack later. I'm sick and tired of—"

Beat covered her mouth as Rhyme continued to rant through his fingers, no words audible. He looked at her strangely, then took his hand off.

"—art? What kind of art is tha—"

He covered her mouth again. More muffled noises. Shooter and Yammer looked at each other and then Beat looked at Sota who just shrugged and made a hand motion. Beat removed his hand.

"—mother fucker, stop looking at me!"

The entire table stayed silent. Sho smirked. "Well, my dear decimal," he sneered. "If you think of it that way, what would you rather me do? Watch you with oversized eyes—" he opened his eyes widely "—or the rather mysterious type and get real close to your face—" Sho leaned over Sota to inch in close to Rhyme's face. "—so you can try to read my mind."

"STOP. STARING. AT ME." Rhyme spat at him. Show sighed and then moved back.

"Fine then you fraction," he said simply, continuing his meal. Shooter snorted.

"That was awesome how Beat kept covering your mouth and didn't stop! It was like magic or something!" Shooter began to laugh as did the rest of the table, along with Rhyme. She was just happy she got that off her chest.

"Yo Rhyme," Beat began. "Whaddya got next for classes?"

Rhyme slipped out her schedule and looked at it. "Math with… Mister Oiji and… student tacher Mister Minamimoto…" Rhyme felt a huge gulp rush through her throat. Her face slowly turned towards Minamimoto who was glaring and smirking at her.

"Surprise."

WELL IF THAT DIDN'T TAKE OVER A MONTH TO WRITE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT DID.

So, it's FINALLY here, the first chapter of my second TWEWY fanfiction. Phew, talk about not knowing what to do most the time. I really just half-assed all of this. xD

Is it good for half-assing? I hope so.

So, for my Rhyme (you know who you are) whom I persuaded to RP Sho x Rhyme with me, made her fall madly in love with the pairing; this is for you. You can yell at me later why this wasn't up earlier.

Toodles~

-E-Y