"10..."
A quick tug.
The fate of Shibuya was hanging on a quick tug of those triggers.
"9..."
Joshua smirked inwardly as he realized that the orange-haired boy in front of him was going to lose this battle of sorts.
Neku had changed into something more.. compassionate now.
And Josh knew that no matter how slow he counted down from ten that Neku could not pull the trigger.
"8..."
Maybe on Neku's first day in Shibuya, if it had come to this, he most likely would have pulled that trigger for all it was worth.
But somewhere in these past few weeks, he had learned what it meant to trust and care for someone other than himself.
He found people he could relate to.
He found Joshua.
"7..."
Tears broke through Neku's eyelids as he looked stared down the barrel of the gun pointed at him.
Joshua's grin grew even wider still.
Neku's mind was racing as he kept asking himself, "How could Josh do this? Does he not give a shit about ANYONE in Shibuya? If only he knew how much I.."
The rest was a complete blur to Neku.
And with one quick tug of a trigger, Joshua, the Composer of Shibuya, wiped the canvas clean.