Note: This is my first posted fanfiction here, but don't be light on criticism because of it. One cannot hope to become better at anything if they are not subjected to any decent criticism.

While this is based in the TWEWY Shibuya, all characters are original, although there may also be some references to the Reapers' Games portrayed in the game.

Copyright: Any and all things related to "The World Ends With You" does not belong to me, but to Square Enix and its respective owners.

Chapter 1

Gufuu Megami reclines behind the mixing boards at A-East, overlooking the last of the custodial services leave from cleaning up after yet another concert. Honestly, what did these Shibuyans see in this... "music." This pop shit was nothing compared to the music of years past, be it the Baroque style from centuries past, the lauded Classical orchestral pieces that are still being performed, or even the tunes for the days of rock not even a century ago.

Megami sighed as he stared around the now empty venue, both admiring the serene peace yet grimacing at the unnerving silence. If only something exciting happened today.

As if on cue, a hooded figure phased into existence at the far side of the stage just as the last janitor wheeled his cart out the large bay doors. The red bandanna covered the Harrier's face as he hesitantly approached the seated figure. Megami did not say a word as he watched the Reaper approach him. As he stepped into the ray of light that shone just before where Megami sat, he looked around uneasily before deciding to finally speak up.

"Megami sama, the preparations you have inquired have been completed..."

Finally something to brighten up his ever boring day.

The youth peered past his silver windswept hair, the shine from the overhanging spotlights glistening as they struck it. The hall of A-East was empty save for him and the cloaked figure ahead of him. The silence continued as he stared at the messenger, watching sweat trickle down his target's bandanna covered face, his dull grey eyes seeing every minute action. But despite his stoic appearance, he could not help but feel slightly happy, if one could use that word to describe him.

"Very well then." Standing up, he stands and walks towards the Reaper, who winces at this movement. "Now don't be too afraid..." He pats the Reaper on the back as he passes him, a soft gust suddenly whistling through the barren stage as he made contact with the space between his wings. The Harrier was not even able to react as he crumpled to the ground.

"You won't have to suffer through this week."

He cackled softly as the unmoving body of his subordinate began to fade away, showing the signs of his Erasure. Ignoring the unimportance of the deceased, he disappeared, his jet black wings the last to be seen as he left A-East the same silence it was moments prior.

He had a Game to organize. After all, he was the Composer.

And this week's Game Master.

-/-

It had been 20 years since Kitaniji Megumi had been Erased. As the hierarchy of Reapers fell apart, Kiryuu Yoshira, "affectionately" known as Joshua by those who had the misfortune of knowing his true identity, abandoned the Underground convinced that Shibuya no longer required its services. However, there were those who felt otherwise.

A handful of Harriers banded together to reinstate the Games, as the Officers had all been killed off. It took 12 years of battles between several factions and some debate with the Angels to finally restart the Games that allowed both Reapers and Players a second chance at life.

After a generation of Reapers had fallen victim to the hands of their pawns, Gufuu Megami had succeeded in stabilizing a system of grading to allow for less fatalities. It was a Golden Age of sorts for the Underground.

But this change in the Underground was not reflected in that of the Realground. Shibuya was the same secular and superficial capital of Japan it was before, but still full of the creative minds that battled out their ideas each and every day. It was monotonously entertaining to the onlookers as they battled through the very same city for their lives.

But this peace had gone on far enough. There was static in the resonance and even the lowest of the Support Reapers could detect it.

Hell was about to fall upon Shibuya's purgatory, and things were not going to be the same...