Hello! This is my first attempt at a drabble/one-shot series. I'll try to keep the stories varied, and will include crossovers, "fragments" (essentially cut scenes or other POVs on previous fics), 50-sentence challenges, and maybe (god forbid) attempts at poetry, as well as the usual stories. Though I have some ideas and stories written ahead, challenges are accepted and encouraged.

Updates will be erratic most likely, since this isn't one long story but a series of short stories (though some might share connections). At the moment I'm aiming for 25. If I reach 25 and I'm still not satisfied, I'll go for 50. If I reach that and still aren't satisfied, then I'll go for 100. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's see if I can reach 25.

Also, a few quirky rules that my fics generally follow unless otherwise stated (I will add others in future chapters if I forget them here):

1. Living people bleed, can have broken bones, etc. UG people (Players, Reapers, Noise, Composer) are manifestations of Soul, and therefore are not made of flesh and blood, so when they are injured they flicker and fade instead of bleeding or getting wounds. Angels, however, do bleed, because they've risen above the UG system and have become both "real" and a manifestation of Soul at the same time.

2. I work on the (apparently unlikely) idea that ex-Players can access the UG as they wish (not that they really like to, but they have the option). When they fight in the UG their bodies fall under the "UG people" rule above, aka they flicker and fade when hurt, even though they're technically alive. I also assume nothing is blocking Joshua from directly interacting with Neku and the others, and so he can visit and talk to them as he pleases.

3. Living people are warm. Dead people (aka UG) people are cold unless fighting/recently fought, even when visiting the RG. Joshua can make himself warm if he wants to, but is normally cold. Also, UG people breathe/huff out of habit rather than an actual need to breathe.

4. If consumption applies, it will be noted beforehand. (People who've read my larger TWEWY fics will understand. For those who haven't, it will be explained in time).

Okay, I think that's everything...these notes are probably as long as the drabble itself XD.

Disclaimer - I don't own TWEWY. I don't think Reapers are that interested in a college education...

We'll start with a quick crossover.

PLAYGROUND

Song 1 - The Bet

TWEWY/Kingdom Hearts Crossover

Genre: Mystery/General

Inspiration: Comparing two characters from different games, and noting similarities.

Other notes: TWEWY/KH one-shots will be connected, and have their own set of rules. The only one that's touched on in this drabble is the Reaper's sound-synesthesia ability.

Kariya met him at the Scramble Crossing, where all kinds of odd people met every day.

He wore a long black cloak that covered his whole body, hood pulled back to reveal his confident face. His hair was a pale blonde, almost white, and cropped close to his head. He wore only one earring, a strange silver symbol hanging from his left earlobe.

People should have been staring at him, would have been staring at him, if they had been able to see him. But they didn't see him. Instead, they walked right through him, as if he didn't exist at all.

Interesting, thought Kariya, sucking on his usual lollipop. So he was in the UG too, just like he was. But there wasn't any Game in progress, and Kariya had been around long enough to know all his fellow Reapers short of the Composer. Beside, no Reaper would be caught dead in a coat like that. The dead, Reaper or not, would never wear anything so unfashionable. Not in Shibuya.

Besides, he…sounded wrong, to his Reaper senses. There was no melody of a heart. Sure, his heart wouldn't be beating if he was dead, but the melody of it should still be there. But there wasn't. Nor were there the usual sound-tastes. The salty-sweetness of desire, the bitter-sourness of remorse, the spicy-tartness of anger, the sugar-honey taste of happiness…he couldn't find any of it in this man's Soul.

Not that he was lacking in Soul. Oh, he had plenty of that. He was overflowing with it, overflowing with pure, powerful Soul. The lack of the heart made it all the more pure, if a little bland. Not that the man himself seemed bland, but…

They stood there, studying each other, as the crowd passed by them and through them.

"Hello," the other finally said, cocky smile still in place. "Nice to meetcha. Name's Luxord. Yours?"

"Koki Kariya," the Reaper answered, taking the pop out of his mouth.

"Ah, so you're Kariya," said Luxord. "I've heard you like to play games."

Kariya shrugged.

"Sometimes."

The blonde man summoned a hand of cards.

"Would you like to play a game with me?"

Kariya smirked.

"What kind of game?"

"The best kind, of course," Luxord replied, the cards disappearing from view. "A game of life and death."

"Oh?" Kariya asked boredly, twirling his lollipop between his fingers. "That does sound interesting. Too bad I'm already dead. And so, apparently, are you."

The man named Luxord laughed.

"There are lower levels of existing than this," he replied. "Tell me, are you willing to bet your heart and risk sinking to those lower levels if you lose?"

Kariya blinked.

"My heart?"

"Your heart."

Kariya paused, and then he smirked.

"It depends," the Reaper answered, flicking his used-up lollipop aside. "Are you willing to bet your Soul?"

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Hope you enjoyed! Next one should come in a few days or so.

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