So first off, if you haven't finished playing TWEWY, DON'T READ THIS FANFIC! MAJOR PLOT SPOILERS!

Anyway, so this is my first TWEWY fanfic. It's slightly altered from the original story line, mostly cause I still can't figure out how the character can be 6 feet under and then come back, and everyone's cool with it. But anyway, the dialogue is slightly different from the game (since I don't swear), and I also use some script from the game.

I don't own The World Ends With You, nor Square Enix.


Shut up! Get outta the way!- Neku

The school bell rings out, muted by my music, as I rush out the door. I can't get out of that place fast enough: too many people, so much noise. The street isn't much better. Just get out of my face already.

I push past people, cussing under my breath every time someone hits me. I press my earphones closer to my head, letting the sweet sound of my own thoughts echo back to me through the singer's words. If only the world was like this.

I make my way to a bus stop and hop on, dropping some change in the box in the front and grab on of the overhead rails. The bus smells like sweat, spoiled food, and body odor. Great…

"Excuse me," a small, quiet voice says as its owner runs into me. I curse under my breath, watching her go and sit beside a red haired girl. Whatever.

The redhead breaks out in laughter and everyone stares at her. Her friend tries to make herself disappear; not that I could blame her. Still, I can't help but smile a little secretly.

We used to be like that. After Dad died, he was there for me; he'd come over and "kidnap" me, forcing me out into the world again. He always knew how to make me feel better. I trusted him with my deepest secrets, and he valued that. He was the only person I could level with. We were so similar in so many ways. He was one in a million, the one person that got me…and I had to go and ruin it all.

The bus pulls up at my stop and I bolt. The streets in Udagawa are less crowded, and I can finally hear myself think. Trash litters the streets, and people similar to me do as well. Looking around, I can see the signs of his work already. I can feel my soul lightening a little even now.

The way to the back streets is clear and ahead of me, CAT's work spreads out before me on the canvas of Shibuya. I can remember when he first showed me this piece. We'd gone and seen some of his starting pieces, but this was the first wide spread he'd done, that we knew of at least. We stood there admiring it for hours, until our mothers demanded to know where we were. I'd come here when I found out Mom had started dating again. He knew where to find me, and he helped me get through it. Now that she was considering marrying the guy, I hoped just being here would have the same effect.

I turn my head up and look up at the graffiti: the slew of colors, seemingly disorganized, spoke not only to the very nature of Shibuya, but also to my own life. It was organized chaos that told a story. "Do what you want, how you want, when you want." Words to live by.

I reach out and touch the wall, hoping to feel some sort connection to him again. From further down the street, I hear the sound of echoing, running footsteps. I turn my head and notice this guy, about my age, barreling towards me. I also notice the gun in his hand. Terror takes hold as he aims the gun at me. I have no idea what to do…my body won't react. All I see is him, staring at me, the gun aimed for me.

BANG!

I'm not sure how I ended up on the ground, but I managed to avoid getting shot. My brain is screaming for me to run, get as far away as I can, but my body won't respond.

"I blew it," a voice says from behind me.

"What?" What the heck is going on?!

The guy behind me takes aim, I put up my arms, like that will block a bullet.

BANG!

The bullet races towards the boy, then stops in mid-air.

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

A shower of bullets flies over my head, all of them stopping inches from the boy's face. They fall to the ground, raining down like metallic raindrops. The kid points the gun at the other guy…stand off. This kid has no fear.

The guy turns, figuring its best to count his losses, and flees clutching his injured shoulder. I watch as he leaves. Who's going to help me now?

BANG!

My whole world goes dark…the concrete slams against my skull…I feel so cold. I struggle to stay conscious…am I even conscious anymore? Or even alive?

I hear his footsteps echo as they hit the pavement.

"Good luck, Neku." His voice sounds like it's underwater. "Don't disappoint me."


Tell me what you guys think so far. I know it's practically right out of the game, but please review. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

~Ami