Thought I'd try my hand at TWEWY romance stories. Since I don't like Joshua, I'm doing Beat/Neku, since I like that pairing.
Now before you all go bananas on me and say very mean things, think about it. Put yourself in Neku's shoes. Would you want to be constantly paired against your will with the guy who shot and killed you twice? Probably not, huh? :(
Everyone has something they like, right? And I like Beat/Neku. I did my best to keep them IC, but they may seem a bit off. I've had trouble keeping characters IC in the past (go to the Baten Kaitos section and ask crackedkatana. She'll tell you.).
Well, here goes.
Key (before I forget):
"speech"
thought
-heart beating-
-thump-bump, thump-bump, thump-bump, thump-bump-
"Ah, man. I'm bored outta my skull, yo."
Indeed he was. Beat had absolutely nothing to do. After all, the Game was over, and they were all alive again. So why was there nothing fun to do? Wasn't this what they all wanted?
"Rhyme? Rhyme? Hey, Rhyme, ya there?"
No response.
Weird, man, Beat thought. He got up off his bed and looked out in the hall.
The doors were open, and the light were off. Was no one home?
They probably ain't in their rooms. Maybe they's downstairs.
Nope. No one downstairs either. The house was quiet. Personally, Beat wasn't really used to it, yet.
-thump thump thump thump thump thump-
"Ah...well, shit, man. Home alone."
Was he supposed to be scared? Of course not. It was just...unusual that his parents and sister left without telling him. Did they at least leave a note?
Surely they could've at least one before...oh, look at what Beat noticed just now. It was stuck on the TV screen with a piece of tape.
Well, hell, man. Why Didn' I see that before?
The note looked like it was written in a hurry. It was almost illegible, but Beat could figure it out after a long while.
Daisukenojo-
We had to go out to get some stuff for your sister. Raimu went to stay at a friend's house. We're going to be gone for a while, so feel free to do what you want that's not life-threatening or capable of destroying the house. If you like, invite a friend over, if you have any.
-Dad
P.S. No parties or things like that. We don't want more stress that you caused. I've already lost enough hair as is over you.
The hell, man? Course I got friends! The old man's losin' it! And why he gotta call me by that name, yo?
Beat did have friends. Of course he did. They played the game with him. Especially one certain orange-haired boy.
A certain orange-haired boy he somehow seemed to be falling in love with...
Should he invite him over? What if he was busy?
Ah, whatever. Beat didn't care. All he wanted was a boredom killer. He figured Neku was going to help him do just that.
Aight, now wha's Neku's number? Ah, dammit! I don' 'member Phones' number!
It wasn't like Neku didn't write it down for him. He just didn't memorize it! He also couldn't remember where he had the damn piece of paper it was on.
All this was enough to start making Beat panic, for some reason.
-thumpa thumpa thumpa thumpa thumpa thumpa thumpa thumpa-
After a short time of getting all panicky, Beat finally realized...
Oh, duh! I can jus' look for it! It's gotta be somewhere in my room!
Beat thundered back upstairs to look for said paper with Neku's phone number on it. Easier said than done. Beat...wasn't exactly one to keep his room clean. Apparently, he never heard of a laundry hamper. Everything was everywhere, and it took a little while to find the note.
Oh, here it is. I didn' know it was on the nigh' stand, yo!
After all was said and done, Beat got back downstairs and started punching in the numbers.
Frankly, he wasn't thinking of the consequences that would follow later. (when did he?)
All he knew was that he needed someone to kill the boredom, and that was going to be Neku.
I'm not good with writing true stories. I'm more for poetry, but I'm giving it a shot.
It'll be multi-chapter. Hopefully I will one day get better at writing stories.
So...R&R? Be nice, please? I hope I didn't get Beat too OOC (It's happened before. Trust me. -_-')