Hiya! This is my very first TWEWY fanfic that I have been itching to write since early April. I really hope you enjoy it because I've certainly enjoyed the beginning of the writing process involved!
It's certainly going to be a comedy with some romance, some angst, some drama, and definitely some ramen. :3
DISCLAIMER: I don't own TWEWY. If I did, there would be a sequel called 'NAKED SHO' which would have no nudity whatsoever. But I bet you its sales would be high. :
"If people do not believe that mathematics is simple, it is only because they do not realize how complicated life is." -John Louis von Neumann
Life had two meanings to Sho Minamimoto. The first was that Life was composed of millions of complex calculations and equations, all adding up to some supreme solution that not even the most brilliant mathematician could ever figure in their lifetimes. The second meaning was beauty. The calculations that came with Life were absolutely beautiful, like some frail filigree made of the thickest and least malleable of metals. Astounded by Life, it was certainly a surprise when his came to an abrupt stop.
It wasn't so much abrupt as it was just sudden. Sho had actually seen it coming, almost walking headlong into what was obviously his untimely demise. Yet even his brilliant mind could not predict how fast a car really did go. He was sure he could have fit in maybe two (point five six nine eight three four) seconds of reconsideration. No, he only got in a half second to consider before he was promptly mowed down by a Honda going well beyond the speed limit. He faintly recalled his head smashing onto the pavement ("That's going to leave a nasty mark!") and had a phantom feeling that perhaps his legs were never going to work again. That was all drowned out by the sirens in the distance and the humming of people talking around him.
It was in that moment of time that Sho believed that he was somewhere else that wasn't a road in the middle of Shibuya, laying face down on the pavement as blood from his chest slowly creeped towards his face ("Well, at least I don't taste anemic."). For just that moment, he saw flickers of light in the corners of his eyes. The sounds around him didn't sound like a panicking crowd. The smell was no longer of his own bodily fluids or burnt asphalt. In fact, there was nearly nothing to figure. It was almost peaceful if he had to choose a word.
Of course, peace only lasts so long before one is hastily loaded on to a stretcher and rushed away much to the dismay of those who certainly had the morbid fascination to see one's face smashed in. Sho surely didn't appreciate it, from the IV jammed into his arm to a nurse who was practically squealing orders to an EMT who looked like he was about to be sick ("All over my school uniform? Really?") but held it in for the sake of looking professional. It was mostly a blur beyond that. Sho wasn't too sure of what was going on. For all he knew, he was still walking home from school, degrading the people who lowered the value of life and deciding it certainly wasn't worth living.
Beyond the screaming of his mother behind the hazy, fading cloud of consciousness, beyond the antiseptic smell of the hospital mixing with the decaying smell of his own blood, beyond the feeling of his body getting cold, there was something white. It seemed dull at first, like candlelight from a distance. Very slowly, it grew in luminosity until it was damn near blinding. Sho wanted to cover his eyes, but his arms couldn't seem to move. It was just there.
"Sho," someone called from within the light. "Are you ready to get going?"
"Who the factor are you?" Sho asked, finding it odd that his mouth had never opened in the first place.
The person hidden in the white light just laughed and Sho could make out a darker blur (though not much darker) that slowly approached him. "You'll know me in due time Sho. Until then, I think it's time you got out of here, don't you think?"
"Your timing couldn't be any zetta better," Sho said, a smirk in his voice without his mouth ever moving.
"That's what I wanted to hear."
The screaming, the smells, and the light all disappeared at onceālike lights in a movie theater all turning off before the screen comes to life. There was no feeling and nothing to wrap any sense around. Sho felt as though he was either in a deep sleep or just didn't exist at all. He almost liked it. Then the projector rolled in the form of a person-to-pavement view not so different from what he had seen earlier, except this pavement certainly didn't have blood on it and he certainly didn't have any broken bones.
And he certainly wasn't in the middle of the famous Scramble Crossing, last he remembered.
As he stood up to brush himself off, something vibrated in a pocket of jeans he certainly didn't remember wearing earlier. He reached in and pulled out a glossy silver phone, the tiny screen on the front alight with a small icon of an envelope. He flipped it open and read the contents.
Get a partner.
Get it together.
Get moving.
See you at 104 in an hour.
If you don't go by my rules, you're history.
-The Reapers
Sho Minamimoto's new life began at that moment. He didn't know the rules of this game quite yet, and he certainly didn't know what had happened. Yet something about this felt extremely calculated and extremely beautiful. Sho thought he had finally found what may have been the beginning of the journey to find the meaning of life. Of course, he found it odd that it started at the 104 Building of all places.
But all good journeys have to start somewhere.
