Author's Note:: Why, hello all! I just had a fantastic idea for a new Joshyme fic, and I just couldn't resist typing it up! Don't worry. I won't neglect Just For Her; I'm just going to have two children from now on :D. Disclaimer:: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own The World Ends With You.
"Where do you think Beat and Rhyme are? They're usually here before us," Shiki inquired, as she wiped a smudge of ice cream off the side of Neku's mouth. He shrugged and licked his lips of the deliciously cold dessert.
"Maybe Beat didn't take his skateboard today. Rhyme probably gets tired, running around like that everyday." Shiki giggled, about to comment, when a large limo driving by caught her attention.
"Would you look at that. Must be a comfortable ride huh, Neku?" The orange haired boy nodded and casually took the sundae seeing that his girlfriend was distracted. "Hey!" Neku muttered a whoops and scooted away like he did nothing wrong. Shiki laughed and lunged at the boy, who stood and raised the dessert out of her reach. After a little struggling, Shiki felt Neku freeze, and SPLAT the treat was on the pavement. Shiki raised her head at him, determined to whine when she noticed the look of pure shock on the emo child's face.
"Holy…" Neku's arm dropped limp and Shiki followed the directed of his gaze. And well, she was greeted with a sight even she couldn't gasp at. No, the air wasn't even existent to her right now.
"Is that…"
The black, shiny limo had pulled up by the curb, earning awestruck faces and curious whispers. But it wasn't just merely the limo that held our favorite couple's gaping attention. No, it was the people getting out of the limo. A blonde, obviously built boy was standing noticeably irritated in a cream button-up dress shirt and black slacks next to the open car door. One slim leg out was a much smaller blonde in a flowing cream dress with a black ribbon around her waist. The boy took her hand, and waved away the limo driver in an upfront annoyed way. The crowd parted ways as the two made their way to the statue of Hachiko, the younger watching the crowd warily and the other fiddling with the back of his head.
"B-Beat? RHYME?" Shiki rushed up to the young girl and grasp her shoulders, giving her a good 'few' look-overs. She was missing her skull beanie, and a bow clip held up her bangs. Decorating her tiny wrists were a number of expensive, sparkling bracelets that all somehow matched her earrings. And yet, this was Rhyme. The innocent, wide eyes said it all.
"Yeah s'us. Don't be sayin' nuthin' that'll make me wanna rip yo' face off, Phones," Beat spat out. Neku snapped out of his stupor and looked the skater up and down. A loosened tie hung around the boy's neck and there wasn't a spot of dirt on his designer shoes. Neku sighed. "Yo. What you got'a say, man? Don't just be breathin' and not sayin' nuthin'."
"Ugh. It's just," Neku peered at the blonde through his fingers, hiding the ridiculous smile etching its way on his face. "… That voice... Coming out of that body… It's just so WRONG." Neku collapsed backward on a bench and let out all his pent up, colorful laughter. The older Bito blushed bright red and tugged on his clothes uncomfortably, missing his Wild Boar wear and black skull hat.
"Why are you both all dressed up? And your hair iscombed Beat!" Shiki gasped, drawing herself from Rhyme and poking Beat around like a voodoo doll.
"We had to go to a family thing. It was kind of a big event, so our parents had us all dressed up. Sorry we were late, by the way. It was a last minute thing, so we didn't even think twice about going home to change or not," Rhyme answered, pulling at her dress. She shuffled her feet around, feeling out of place in her sparkling black flats.
"Since when did you guys have the money to dress so…" Shiki tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Pegaso Atelier?" The siblings looked at each other and back at the couple.
"Uhm…" Rhyme tugged at Beat's sleeve for help.
"We kind'a got money like that. You know? The folks be ballin' like that," Beat mussed up his hair a little bit, tired of the neatly gelled monstrosity on his head. Neku and Shiki gaped at them.
"You guys are rich?" Neku stuttered out.
"Yeah. Not like I like it though, ya' dig? I don't be usin' their money or nuthin'. I get all my gear and shit the ol' fashion way."
Shiki and Neku glanced at each other. It seemed true. Beat and Rhyme didn't normally dress like they had any money to spend. Beat was always decked out in some Wild Boar wear, alternating the shirts and shorts so he wasn't always wearing the same outfit. Rhyme wore her brother's hand-me-downs; not the style most rich kids tended to roll with.
"So… This doesn't change anything, right? Let's all hit the ice cream shop since somebody dropped mine," Shiki broke the silence and teasingly glared at Neku. He merely shrugged and patted Beat on the back.
"Yeah. Let's stomp some pavement and make you look more human," Neku threw both of his hands in Beat's hair and wrecked the hairstyle. The blonde laughed and the group was on their way out when another limo pulled up in front of them.
Out from the white limo came a middle aged couple. The man was tall and built, and had graying blonde hair, but his face was young, barely a wrinkle on his features. The suit he was wearing was noticeably top in the line and clean, but nevertheless, he brushed off invisible dust from the sleeve. His blue eyes looked the group over, deciding to focus on Beat, who wrapped his arm tightly around Rhyme's shoulders. The woman gracefully shook off her fur coat slightly so it rested on her elbows before raising a hand to brush a few stray strands of pale blonde hair from her violet eyes.
"Bito, Daisukenojo and Bito, Raimu, yes? We met at your parents' get together?" The woman smiled, and shook both of the siblings' hands. She briefly glanced at Neku and Shiki with a disapproving look while linking her arm through her husband's.
"No, it's Beat an' Rhyme. Nice to remember y'all, but we have prior stuff to do," Beat huffed. Neku snickered a bit at his friend's attempt to talk properly.
"Oh, this won't take long. Young Raimu, I expect your parents have informed you of why we took time off our busy schedule to have some chit-chat?" The man rested his hand on his wife's arm.
"No, Master Kiryu. I don't believe they've said much about the reason for the event. Beat and I were in a rush to meet with our friends," Rhyme stated, politely.
'Kiryu… Why don't I like the sound of that name?' Neku frowned. The woman's face seemed all too familiar, too.
"Oh, yes, they did mention something like that. No bother," the woman leaned into the open car door. "Darling, come out and meet your fiancé."
"Yo, what's this fiancé bizne-"
"Yes, mother," an all-too-recognizable voice drawled out. Neku stumbled back as the Composer of Shibuya stepped out of the limo. The woman gestured to the younger Bito as Joshua got his proper footing down.
"Kiryu, Yoshiya. You must be Raimu," the petite prince bowed and reached out a hand to take Rhyme's when the two best buds shoved the young girl behind them.
"YOU!" The two boys spat out in a mixture of shock, disbelief, and different levels of anger. Joshua jumped, startled by the well-known faces in front of him.
"Well well well. Are you all acquainted?" Mr. Kiryu widened his eyes, raising a hand to his chin in an all-too-Joshua manner.
"You can say that," Joshua smirked, regaining his composure. "We're more than acquainted though, aren't we boys?" Beat stuck out his chest and balled his fists. Neku stood protectively in front of the girls, glaring daggers at his ex-partner.
"I ain't got nuthin' to wanna do wid'chu. Step off befo' I step on yo' face," Beat growled, earning gasps from the older Kiryus. Joshua 'tsk'ed and shook his head at the skater.
"But that wouldn't be very nice of you, considering we're going to be in-laws in the near future," Joshua casually stated and glanced over at Rhyme, who Shiki was holding on to as if she'd disappear.
"What you sayin' prissy?" Beat cocked an eyebrow, not following the conversation. "I ain't marryin' yo' dainty little ass. I ain't even gay, yo!"
"My son is saying that he is marrying young Raimu over there. Your parents have already confirmed the engagement," Mr. Kiryu said as-a-matter-of-factly.
And so silence fell upon the group. Beat's arms uncrossed and dropped to his side. His little sister was marrying the prince of all prissiness. The same sonofabitch who shot Neku. Who killed Neku. Whose minions nearly ripped Rhyme away from him forever. Who nearly wiped Shibuya off of the face of the world. His little sister was going to be taken away from him. Again.
Shiki wrapped her arms tighter around Rhyme, who didn't mind at all that her breathing supply was quickly cut off. The only thing that was registering in her head was that she, an innocent thirteen year old girl who was barely old enough for high school, was engaged. Because her parents decided it for her. She could almost hear her father saying what an honor it would be for their family. And she could almost hear the many broken mirrors and chairs and priceless family heirlooms that Beat will break once they get home.
Oh, if she only knew the worst of it all. No one had informed her yet that her fiancé was no other than the Composer of Shibuya.
Author's Note:: Why yes, that is the idea I had busting out of my head since the morning. What will become of this? Will I continue? Will I end it right there and become bored of it and let it collect cyber dust on my computer like my crochet projects? I actually don't know yet haha. Let me know what you think. Or if you think it's bad, just don't review and shun my story and pretend to wipe it off the face of reality. Have a nice day :D.