I own nothing! (But if I could, I'd like Joshua's heart, please!)
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Bright light - a blinding light - was all he could see, feel, hear, and he was certainly facing death, a bony hand outstretched to take him away from his half life.
He regretted everything. He regretted getting Shiki involved, if only he had stuck to his laws and remained isolated, she wouldn't be in this mess. If only he'd broken every rule and gotten closer to Joshua... if only he'd trusted him... then perhaps the only terror he'd be facing would be a new day.
He was scared. Scared of deaths scythe, shining much brighter than the beam that was to be the real death of them, scared of the thoughts that were flooding his mind in it's last minutes, the things that he'd never even be able to admit to himself. Not now.
A hand even warmer than the light encased his own, unshaken and dry in great contrast to his own sweaty palms that wouldn't stay still, and did they pretty boy actually understand how he, Neku, was feeling? Had he forgiven his greatest mistake, or...
By the time he realised what had happened, he was at the scramble, chilled to the bone by something he'd never before cared about - loneliness.
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It was all wrong.
Before, the silver haired pretty boy had been just that. Slightly feminine, pretty. Now he was on the verge of beautiful, shining in the darkness of Neku's losing battle, and surely this wasn't real... surely he had joined Joshua on the other side of life.
He avoided Joshua's eyes as he wondered "What is he?" Because the thought of Mr Hanekoma being the composer was too much... this made him feel like everything in his body had been torn out messily, leaving an ache running from head to toe, and was he all just a part of Joshua's plan? Was he just a tool? Because if he was, he was happy to die now.
"Do you trust me?"
Once the question was easy to avoid, easy to mask. "Of course, we're partners. Mr Hanekoma said to always trust your partner"was easy to say when you weren't pointing a gun at the one that started everything when it ended it.
But the game was about to finish. He just had to answer that one, simple question, and surely the answer was glaring him straight in the face, but it was Joshua, and god, he just didn't know what to think or feel. He'd have to trust, because there was no way he could pull the trigger on him.
His arm snapped down to his side. He closed his eyes and waited for the pain.
He awoke at the scramble.