Prolouge
The rumble of footsteps was almost overcome by the endless chatter of the people that walked the cement pavement. All of them, always talking, always loud.
"Outta my face! You're blocking my view."
The fiew people nearest the red clad teen looked at him funny, then moved as he pushed his way passed them. As he walked he passed by a building that had an anouncer blarring on the speakers. He sneered.
"Shut up! Stop talking..."
The red head continued, moving into another group of people. They seemed to crowd around him, the streetside becoming congested. As he turned and headed down an ally he gritted his teeth.
"Just go the hell away. All the world needs is me... I have my values, so you can keep yours, alright?"
The teenager slowly put on his red headphones, music blasting into his ears.
I don't get people.
Never have. Never will.
As he walked up to the familiar muraled wall, the faintest smile touched his face.
BANG.
Drayle and ShiKaze Corp. Presents
A Crossover Fanfition
The World Ends With You
Garaa
Chapter 1
What Happened to Me?
Konoha Crossing
It was as it always was. The scramble of pedestrians across the pavement and non-stopping sounds of their chatter. ANd in the midst of it all, no one seemed to notice the red headed boy lying in the middle of the street.
Slowly, Garaa opened his eyes. He stood, rubbed the back of his head, and looked around. Then he noticed something in his hand. As he uncurled his fingers, he saw a pin. A black pin with a wierd skull on it. Idly he tossed it in the air, and catched it.
Suddenly his mind was bombarded with noise. It was louder than the talk that was going around him, and seemed to echo in his brain.
"What the? I can hear voices in my head!"
Garaa wasn't the type to get surprised easily, and this was pretty crazy in his book. After the initial shock he calmed down and folded his arms.
"What just happened?" He thought, looking back down at his hand. "And where'd this pin come from?"
THe boy grunted, pondering a moment. "I wonder if there is a connection..." Closing his eyes, Garaa gripped the pin in his hand.
Focus...
The sounds came back, this time no longer a shock. And this time, he could understand what they were.
"Voices! Definetly voices..." He frowned. ""But why?" His eyebrows shot up. "Am I hearing people's thoughts? What the hell is this pin?"
BeepBeep.
"Huh?" Garaa looked down at his pocket. "Whose phone?" He reached inside and pulled out a dark maroon phone. He flipped it open, and a message appeared on the screen.
Reach Otafuku Center. You have 60 Minutes. Fail and face erasure.
-The Reapers
Garaa scoffed. "Oh, that's cute. See ya spam." He hit delete on the phone. Nothing happened. He hit the button several more times with no effect. "It's like demon mail or something." He muttered.
All at once his hand was hit by a burst of searing pain. He yelped, and suddenly the pain was gone. Garaa looked down into his palm. In sharp, evil looking numbers, was 59:49, counting backwards. And if that wasn't enough, he heard wierd sounding noise coming from behind him. When he turned to look, Garaa saw...
"Frogs?" He said, taking a step back. One of the nearby frogs jumped at him, it's weird legs kicking him. Garaa stumbled back. "What the heck... Why are they attacking? What do they want with me?" Several more hopped towards him, getting closer than he liked. Garaa backed away until he noticed he was surounded. He gritted his teeth.
"Forget this mess..." He crouched, looking at all the frogs, then when one made another jump for him, he bolted, running and jumping over the short creatures. One of them managed to turned and kick him with it's weird and very sharp legs. Garaa stumbled, turning but still backing away.
"Ungh! What the hell is going on?" He shouted, never taking his eyes off the frogs. THe people around him payed no notice, going along as if he wasn't there. The red head gritted his teeth and shouted again.
"Hey... Everyone stop ignoring me!"
No response. Garaa grabbed his arm, covering the welp that was appearing.
"What is this place?" He muttered to himself. Another frog jumped him, and young man barely managed to dodge it. "Crap!" Turning, Garaa took off, running as hard as he could.
"What's going on here!"
(Insert Twister Remix)
