Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends with You. Who the heck sues over this? The site is called Fan Fiction, of course I don't own the licenses for this name or else I'd have better marketing for a rerelease for a 3DS XL version. Which they should do, but you know.
Also while all three of you are reading the top of the page are paying attention I would like to explain a few things people get wrong almost all the time or don't notice in these fan fictions and the game. Neku's headphones are blue not purple, even if it looks like it. Neku is actually shorter than all of his partner, unless you include Shiki's real form then he's only shorter than the male partners, his hair makes him look taller and thinner than both of his Y-chromosome companions. Joshua was not an angle, kingdom hearts doesn't count because he's a shape shifter, not really sure exactly what he is. And am I the only one that notices that Mitsuki Konishi is a Gothic Lolita? I mean look at her. She evens shops at a store for gothic lolitas. I pay way too much attention to the game getting all those secret reports and I know I'm not the only one to notice this.
Warning: Alternate universe, OCCness, foul language, and the shipping. Oh the wonderful wonderful shipping.
The classroom was scarce of students say for a fiery red head whose hair seemed to move in odd polar directions. His frail looking legs supporting a whitish face while a thin arm caresses his knees. Dull blue eyes are made even less noticeable by the artificial light of an outdated purple flip phone that is being held with great care. The faint sounds of random lyrics could be through oversized blue headphones that seem to look purple. The orbs glazes to the window left of him just in time to meet the last taste of the sun. He sighs returning his attention to the unchanged screen.
No new messages.
The AC in the building shuts off with a low humming noise as the burningly white LED lights went out. This would usually be a sign to leave school and head to the dorms for most students but he's is still waiting. He pulled slightly on the black blazer of the school uniform he's wearing to let cool air in but refuses to take it off. He believes that he would leave the area in a few moments anyways. Yet the teen has been thinking that for the last hour and a half.
Beep, Beep!
His finger impatiently presses the "read" button on his phone and his eyes quickly scan the screen. "Sorry, some upperclassmen wanted to talk to me and the conversation went a little longer than originally planned." He closes his phone and stands up with some strain due to sitting on the desk in that uncomfortable position for a good while. He slides the cheap plastic device in his pants pocket picking up his book bag, swinging it over his shoulder, as he walks to the front of the room. Not long after getting ready to leave did he hear the familiar eco of expensive name-brand sneakers tapping against the floor came into hearing distance.
The heavy wooden door opens reveling the awaited person; a boy with beautiful curly ashen locks and hauntingly inhuman purple eyes. The pale soft hand held the door open as the other hand grabs the boy's left wrist which donned a yellow wrist band, tightly as if the he'd run away. "Sorry to keep you waiting Neku." The newcomer apologized tugging softly on the arm. "Let's go."
"You could at least sound like you're sorry." Neku complains rubbing his eyes.
"I'm sorry I left you alone in the dark empty classroom, yearning for my arrival." The blond jokes, dramatically putting his free arm over his forehead. "Oh how could I ever leave my princess alone in that stuffy tower?"
"Josh. Now you sound like an ass." Neku complains forcing his hand to not bitch-slap him right there.
The taller teen turns his head back to face Neku and throws him a smirk. "That's not what the ladies say."
"Good thing I'm not them because they're bitchy fan-girls." Neku whips back attempting to pull his left hand out of the other.
"Oh Neku, jealousy is unbefitting of you."
"I'm not."
"Really now? I seem to remember a time in the fourth grade when a certain red head tried challenging me to Tin-Pin and los-"
Neku brings his large blue headphones over his head in an attempt to block out Joshua. The speaker turns his violet eyes back ahead of him, pouting, crossing an arm over his head. "I know that you'll tune back in at some point Neku."
As the two walk to their room Joshua told his tale about what made him late. Neku tunes out most of these conversations, because it's always the same story he wouldn't have to even be here if our hero just remembered his room key. Uhg! Why couldn't he just have a better memory? It's not like he sees his roommate as a bother (most of the time anyways) but anytime Joshua opens his mouth it tend to border on- "And then after their constant pleading I finally gave in and handed them a phone number never saying whose it actually was. It's not easy being this popular." -being completely conceited in the kindest words he could think of in Neku's opinion. As the blond continues to talk Neku decides to focus on the more interesting lyrics of the song he was currently listening to.
"Crystals, blisters"
It's all over now
Psycho cane
You're so keen
I need more candy canes
"Cold cake, cold break"
Freak got a high kick
Mr. Twister
Moist with roistering
Stick it up
Take it up
Step aside and see the world
Effect has defects
"Take a bow to the moon (Bow-wow to the moon)"
Thump!
"What the hell?!" Neku yelps as he is suddenly taken out of his thoughts by a soft object falling on his head. The pair stop walking to stare at the thing that took its comfortable spot on Neku's spiky hair. Neku uses his free hand to grab the foreign object. It was some large black pig plushie. "Where did this come from?" He asked, playfully moving it side to side.
"Well Neku. I think it fell from above seeing how it didn't hit you upside the head." The violet eye boy concludes putting his chin in his hand. "Josh I'm not a fucking moron. I know it came from up there." Neku groaned yanking his other hand away from Yoshida and pointing up.
"Well then you shouldn't ask questions you already know the answer to Nekky. Unless you just wanted to hear my wonderful voice."
Neku, ignoring the God awful statement his friend just made, turns his head up to look for the source of the stuff animal. It looks like it fell off the edge of one of the windows from the girl's dorm room. But which one? Oh well he'll just bring it to the lost and found tomorrow.
Neku works on his geometry homework mumbling the rules of 'Soh Cah Toa' to himself. "Opposite over hypotenuse, something adjacent to hypotenuse, and something over adjacent. Wait that's not completely right." He scratch the side of his head with the non-existent easer of his short worn out pencil. Foggy blue eyes lazily move towards the end of the room to his roommate, who is laid across his bed enjoying a very large French book, pissed that he is still doing homework at nine at night while Josh is reading his book. Damn smart people.
"Neku, I know you want to check me out but you're going to have to get in line." The ash blond notes with an annoyed tone pointing at himself for emphasis. "If you need help with Mr. Minamimoto's assignment you know you could just ask me."
The sapphire eye boy turned to the other room's occupant narrowing his eyes. "Josh I can do it myself."
"Well you aren't getting anywhere by repeating the same mistaken information." Joshua states in a snarky voice throwing his friend an award winning smirk.
"Will you just shut it? I don't want your damn help." Neku can feel a headache coming on.
He pouts and crosses his arms in a joking manner. "Aww. Well aren't we grumpy today. Do you need a break?"
Neku turns back to his paper for a second and decides that taking a break is the best option. Well in his mind at least because if he keeps this up he's never gonna pass the devil's geometry class. "Sure. Whatever."
The fair skin boy chuckles a bit, siting up right on the small comforter, putting down his lengthy book. "So what do you want to talk about?" he queries whirling a piece of his ash blond hair around with an uninterested expression on his face, clearly stuck in his own thought. Joshua's seemingly dead eyes stares at the red head as the room fills itself with an uncomfortable muteness. The pair look at each other for a while attempting to enjoy the company the other in the tiny square dorm. The ginger rubs his upper arm and quickly moves his misty blue eyes down, avoiding the accusing gaze of his companion.
"Well sorry I'm so boring to talk to." Neku grumbles, leaning back in his chair.
"You not boring to converse with Neku I was just asking a simple question." Joshua clarifies in a lifeless tone, keeping his face void of emotion.
"Hey Josh, are you okay?" The skeletal teen questions perceptive enough to his friend wasn't his usual witty self.
Mauve eyes gaze at the orangette, making Neku feel very uncomfortable, and sighs. "Thanks for the awareness that you care for my wellbeing but I'm fine. I just have something from my book has got me thinking."
An awkward pause washes over them as they contemplate what to say next. "So what are you reading?" the spiky teen asks breaking the silence.
"Oh just a book on the history of Marie Antoinette. Who is a very interesting woman by the way?" Joshua elaborates tapping his right hand on his book. "If I were ever in a position between a duty to my country or some Swedish pretty boy, I would defiantly chose to serve my country. Not attempt to do both at the same time. It's no wonder she was beheaded in 1793."
"Please don't let this be one of those freaking deep discussions that end up with you calling me a dork." Neku grunts bending his head over the chair. Clearly he doesn't want another lecture when he's talking to Joshua to get away from homework.
Joshua looks at his best friend in mock hurt. "Neku I would never call you a dork. That word out lived its relevance two years ago. Now a nerd on the other hand is another story." Jerk. "So what would you do Neku, be with the person you love or be loyal to a commitment you made?" he asked narrowing his eyes at the scrawny teen.
The red head looked up to his gaze and sighs. "Josh, this is stupid. When will I ever use that?" Now it was Joshua's turn to sigh.
"It's a rhetorical question Neku, you'll probably never use it. Now answer the question before my patience runs thin." He teases drumming in the air at every syllable. "Fine. I would honestly go be with the person I love." Neku responses in a "duh" attitude, hugging his knees back onto the chair. "Geez Nekky, I never knew you were so cheesy." The blond pronounces gleefully with a smirk stuck on his expression.
"Bastar"- Beep! Beep!
Joshua eagerly picked up his sleek orange phone and read the screen like it was some life changing message. Neku turns his desk chair completely around to fully face his best friend, wondering who called him this time. Joshua has so any people on his contact list that his phone would constantly be ringing, but he would only pick up the calls from people he actually wanted to talk to. What if it was one of the girls he was talking about earlier? No. No way. It's these thoughts that will shorten your life span. Not everyone who's romantically interested in Neku's only friend is out to hurt him.
Yoshida looks at his shaken friend as if he's reading the teen's mind. A smug look plasters itself comfortably on his face as his eye stare accusingly at the cerulean eyes. "Is someone jealous?" Joshua asked in a cutesy manner crawling towards Neku's desk on the bed. Neku glared back at him feeling a vain throb on his forehead. "In your dreams Josh." He spat out lowly.
His friend, not seeming convince, pokes Neku between the eyes and giggles at the adorable reaction he gives, rubbing his head appearing as though he is hurt even though he wasn't. "Heh heh, don't worry. It's just Sanae texting about something I said to him earlier."
"What about?" Neku query raising an eye brow. He doesn't believe it's anything serious but you can never be too sure.
"Oh, are you worrying about me again Neku? That's sweet of you dear, but it might be too much stress for me to put on you if I were to explain." Neku could now feel his already pale skin turn white. "Neku, I was joking. You have to learn how to take one once in a while." Joshua explained getting up to leave while the red head turns his chair to follow his movements.
"Hey wait a minute! Where the hell do you think you're going?" Joshua turn his head slightly back to meet the face of his interrogator, all amount of emotion disappearing from his face, and swings his Yin Blazer over his shoulder.
"Unless my eyes deceive me Neku, I believe I was about to head out the door."
"I know that you're leaving but it's after curfew." Neku points, out feeling suspicious of the other's antics. He rubs his left wrist anxiously; his eyes gazing the empty spot in front of him where his friend use to sit seconds ago.
"Just have to confirm something. I'll be back soon." He affirms Neku, who is clearly not buying it. "Oh and you got number seven wrong. The answer is two." And then Yoshida is gone.
Neku turns back to his desk checking his worksheet. "…Damn it he's right." Neku mutters reaching for his eraser. Now he needs to check all of his work again and he didn't even start his literature essay yet! This is going to take him all night.
The moon was at its peak in the sky pouring a luminous shine into the quant unlit room. Cerulean eyes stare out the usually fastened window to let the warm breeze blow onto his whitish face. In the distance he could see the shopping district where he spent most of his childhood. Closing his eyes the tired teen can hear the faint sounds cars making a large fuss over trivial matters and the crowd of the scramble crossing screaming into their phones, trying to out shout each other on the way to their destination. Even when into the long hours of the night Shibuya is still lively. The boy sighs dejected, remembering his nostalgic days.
"Why am I still in this shithole?" Neku thinks, resting his head on the palm of his head. "My grades stink, this school sucks, the people in this archenemy are stupid, and my roommate…"
Click
The red hair teen hears the lock of the thin oak door unlock causing him to quickly dive into the mid-night covers of the twin-size bed. Neku fells the hallway light on this face, pretending to be asleep, as the older teen enters the room in a hush manner. He listens to the soft taps of faint feet as they move toward the bed next to him, stopping at the side of the unsocial adolescent's mattress.
Neku can sense the blond in front of him knows that he was faking his state of slumber but chose not to revile it. But instead of an accusation he hears the slam of the closing window and the rustle of the feather comforter.
Neku bores his eyes at the back of the sleeping figure on the bed parallel to his own. Just staring, that's all he knows he could accomplish with his best friend now. Where did it all go wrong? When did they stop their long nightly conversation about their thoughts, talking like they knew the answer to each other's problems? Why does it feel like there's a stranger before him? Who is that in front of him because it's not the boy he knew? How can one know everything yet know absolutely nothing about a person at the same time?
A pale hand unconsciously reaches out for the slumbering blond, wanting to be closer to him, but the space between them is too far apart. The teen stays in that position for a gracious amount of time before letting the appendage fall and slamming into the side of the mattress with a thud. The messy red hair tangles uncomfortably against the pillow as he flips on his back sighing a loud sigh.
Now with heavy eyelids Neku faces the plain moonlight white wall of his side of the room. His cerulean orbs can faintly see the red glow digital clock on the desk at the foot of his bed blink two forty-two AM. Only a couple of ours till school starts again. With nothing to do he decides to attempts to gets some rest.
The endless path of cold tile slowly fills with the warm glow of the rising sun. A few bystanders loiter about the wide corridors like weeds killing the portrait a beautiful garden. The ginger walks slowly behind the slender boy in front of him as the window summons his smoky blue orbs to its world. The crack light peaks trough the what was once night sky making this the last peaceful moment he could enjoy alone before the morning bells of the chapel toll to deaf ears absorbing lyrical nonsense from indigo cups.
The urban city landscape spreads as far as the eye can see as its citizens run across its surface with too many little worries. He always found it so odd that the crowded streets of Shibuya were only filled with shallow people and though who never stop and look at their surroundings.
"Neku, are you coming?" A musical voice asks narrowing rare amethyst eyes in the onlooker's direction. The red head turns words his friend in slight surprise, not noticing that he had halted his movements.
"Yeah." Neku responds unconsciously with his mouth stuck in a straight line. He trots up towards Joshua, gripping the black pig tightly in his thin arm. The two continue their journey down the halls of the facility which was constantly losing its calming darkness. Burning bright glass turns on with the familiar low hum while the pair makes their way up the white spiraling steps. A thin pale arm cover dull eyes that were unfortunate enough to have been looking at the LED bulbs when it lite the room.
A black school blazer was thrown on the head of the orangette from the slightly taller figure above. Neku holds the jacket above his face causing a comforting shadow to be spread across the pained orbs. The ginger bites his bottom lip, frowning his brow, aware of its owner.
"You should know better than to stare at the lights when they come on." The now jacket-less blond comments with his soft hand still in the thrown position.
"Thanks." He says pulling the lightweight fabric forward, giving the sign for the two to keep walking.
As the friends reach towards their destination the plushie holding teen caught he sight of a small group of adolescents in trendy attire beside the dark wooden door. Their faces morph into what Neku would claim to be psychotic grins and runs to Joshua, speaking to him about subjects the red head would never understand.
"Yoshiya-san good morning!" Did you watch that drama I was talking about yesterday?" A pink haired female squeals tugging on the boy's white button up shirt. She flaunts her erogenous body towards the flawless male, hugging his upper arm against her wanton chest.
"No Eri I did not. I'm afraid I had other manners to attend to." Joshua expounds with a charming grin, yet Neku could perceive the sincere fakeness of the blonde's expression.
The females pouts sighing. "That's what you say every time, what in the world is taking up you're time?" she asks early pulling the teen into the classroom with the rest of the people following them in. Joshua glances at his best friend but didn't open his mouth at the sulking shade of cerulean that over took the two stones.
Alone again. The isolation relaxes itself around the unhealthily pale teenage boy like an old lover that you can never rid yourself of no matter how much it pains them both. With no others present in the halls Neku slides the blazer off his head and gently wraps the stuffed animal in it as if it were a small child. He inhales a deep breath of musty indoor air before taking his first steps in the schoolroom.
But he never got there. A terrifyingly piercing cry stops his ungraceful movements. "Waaaaaiiiiit! Mr. Mew could be in there!"
The wail echoes off the tall walls from the end of the hall. Neku removes his headphones and faces right, boring his eyes into the farthest corner of the dark abyss. With no one insight the teen turns back to the closed door to complete his initial quest.
"Someone PLEASE stop him!" The feminine voice screeches again, this time sounding more desperate.
With now peaked curiosity Neku starts to head in the direction of the shouts. As the teenager gets closer to the sound of the desperate screams he notices that no one else is going to the call of the screeches and cries. You would think that more people would be incline go rushing into action at the call of some damsel in distress, but then again it's not like Neku is in any hurry to see the situation so he can't blame everyone who decides to wait in their classroom awaiting the harsh chimes of the morning bells.
Neku reaches the foot of the second floor stairs, finding two figures fight over a silver trashcan at the top. A teenage girl with bland muddy eyes in a harsh scowl pulling the tin can back with the steep flight of stairs behind her. Her opponent was one of the schools hall monitors, Reapers as the institute likes to call them, a lanky upper classman in a red hoodie covering most of his face and his back against the heavy metal door.
"Here! Take it you crazy bitch!" the boy shout panics letting go of the trash can. Neku looks at the scene in front of him knowing all too well how this could turn out if no one saves her. If he moves out of the way she gets a fatal injury injured. If he doesn't then they both get minor damage done to them. The girl is about to tumble backwards when Neku decide to make his choice.
Not my problem.
He steps to the side with avoiding the situation in mind when the girls appears right in front of him. The ginger jumps backwards wondering how the brunette accomplished the feat of not falling. She stares intensely into Neku's shocked face, gripping both of his shoulders with her sharp nails.
"Um… E-excuse me?" she asks in a polite manor in a stunning contrast to her demeanor. "C-can you tell- What's in that jacket your holding?"
Blue eyes look down at the plush laying comfortably in his skinny arms. "A stuffed pig." He states bluntly, shoving it in her face to get her out of his personal bubble.
"MR. MEW!" the school girl squeals in what Neku will assume is delight as she tackles the stuffed animal out of his grip and onto the tile floor. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! I wouldn't what I would do without him!"
'Okay, this chick is officially insane.' Our protagonist concludes backing away slowly in hopes of getting back to class.
Insipid hands hold an old paint brush over the blank canvas and decorates its surface with a vibrant green. As Neku transfers the image form his mind onto the canvas the music from his indigo headsets blast into his ears, leaving him in his own diminutive realm. The picture of a grassy field pours itself onto the white field when a sudden genial tap to the shoulder pulls him away from the short moment he had to himself.
The artistic teen faces to the left of him to encounter his art teacher. "How's it going Phones?" The bearded man greets with one hand in his pocket.
"Hey Mr. Hanekoma. I'm fine." Neku responses turning back to his work.
"You know kid, I'm not one to criticize an artist's vision but I'm not really sure about this." The black haired man states taking a looking closer at the canvas. "I specifically remember saying the theme for this project was cities, not beautiful green meadows."
Neku pushes his headphones back around his neck, putting the shabby brush down in the cup of dirty water, and turns to the adult. "I just started. It'll make more sense when I'm done." He elaborates.
"Okay, okay I believe ya." Mr. H defends casually.
The teen moves back to his original position when he remembers last night. "Hey Mr. H, what did Joshua talk to you about yesterday?"
"Whoa there Phones." Mr. Hanekoma says raising a hand to like he was going to stop something. "I can't go around telling people about J's private life. If I did I'd have to deal with some pretty weird people every day."
"Oh. Okay." Neku sighs dejectedly looking down at the floor. An uneasy feeling washes over the youth feeling as Joshua is hiding things from him. Not that this is anything new. They're always not telling each other thing so what would make this time any different.
"So he really didn't say anything to ya?" Mr. Hanekoma questions with a laid back expression, sipping a cup of fresh coffee that was on his desk.
"No." the boy confesses placing his hands on the earpieces of the headphones. "He usually doesn't."
Well that's all or now folk! I will continue this but I have the slowest typing skills in the world and I would like creative criticism instead of just insults but you know. first work and all so I can't be picky.