Greetings and salutations everyone! Yes I have returned. No, please don't kill me. For those of you who are fans of "Just Watch," yes I know it feels like it's been abandoned, and honestly, it almost has, but not quite! I just… can't find the drive to make me write more. Like, 3 paragraphs of chapter 5 are written, and I know where it's going in the chapter and basically have it planned in my head, and honestly, I kinda hate parts of it so much and they seem so cliché-y and icky that I can't bare to write them and then I just had the greatest idea for a The World Ends With You fic, and… here's the first chapter.

I own a copy the game. That's as much of TWEWY I will ever possess, unless I bought some like, t-shirt or something… my point being of course, that I don't own these characters etc.

Onward!

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--6 Nights Left--

Neku Sakuraba stared out the window of the small coffee shop, his muffin sitting forgotten on the booth table.

The ferocious rain cast a gloomy pallor over the usually bustling area of Tokyo. Instead, Shibuya sat strangely quiet in the heightening darkness as raindrops splattered against the windowpane.

"Yo, you gonna eat that?"

Startled from his reverie, the orange haired boy looked up to find the boy sitting across from him staring pointedly at the muffin sitting on the table, his cheeks already bulging from the donuts he had ordered. The weird squirrel on his shoulder blinked sleepily.

Neku lowered his eyebrows, sighing. The boy called Beat eyed the muffin hungrily. After a few moments, Neku rolled his eyes and sighed again, waving the pastry towards the blonde.

"Sweet!" Beat lunged, shoving the pastry into his mouth.

What is he, a squirrel preparing for winter? wondered Neku as he watched his new partner chomp away happily from the corner of his eye, only pausing to give his animal companion a large crumb of muffin, which it accepted and calmly nibbled on.

After a few more moments of silence, Neku spoke up again. "You could've just taken it, you know," he informed the other youth.

Beat blinked at him.

"You didn't have to ask, you could've just taken it. I wouldn't have remembered tomorrow morning anyways."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Well, ya know," Beat swallowed the large bite he had been chewing. "Manners 'n all."

Neku shrugged, turning to look back out the window again. He was used to it now: once the day's mission was complete, Mr. Hanekoma would show up and gather the remaining players and take them back to his coffee shop, Wildkat, on Cat Street. Above the shop were a few sparse bedrooms in addition to Mr. H's own, which Neku had never seen the inside of. It was here that they spent the night. The next morning, he would take them to the various starting locations, where, five minutes after being dropped off, the memories of the previous night, from the moment after they completed the mission up to that instant, would vanish. After completing that day's mission, all of the previously lost memories were regained, only to be lost yet again come morning.

Neku paused.

Thinking back over the previous 2 weeks… He and Skiki had had little to do with each other during the evening, at least up until about the 5th day. That day, the particularly disturbing reaction Shiki had towards the huge goat-face guy (Neku couldn't be bothered to recall his name) prompted the orange-haired boy to make an attempt to talk to her about what had happened. Perhaps it was knowing that neither would remember it in the morning prompted her to pour out everything to him. Her entry fee, Eri, their fight… She had cried all she could, and finally, when the tears stopped, Neku carefully placed his hand on her cheek, guiding her face up to look at him. He then carefully kissed the last remaining tears away from her face, and finally kissed her. Oh, so carefully… that had been all; afterwards, they fell asleep in each other's arms. The next evening, she cried again. Neku had panicked when he saw the tears streaming down her face, but she had smiled and laughed through the tears, saying they were tears of joy at finally being freed of the sadness that had encased her the entire week. Laughing even more at Neku's confused face (he never got how girls cried at happy things, it was bad enough when they were sad) she kissed him, embracing him tightly, then sniffling and laughing again at his till confused but pleased smile, wiping the tears from her eyes with the heel of her hand.

Shiki… It was only natural that they took her, the first human being he had been able to connect to, as his entry fee for the next week's game.

At the thought of the second week's game, Neku's breathing stopped momentarily, a light blush rising to his cheeks. His throat had gone dry, and the boy tried to lick his dry lips, as memories he really wished wouldn't come back with the completion of each mission started to barrage his mind.

The second week had been a completely different story.

Neku even thought that putting it that way was a bit of an understatement but couldn't think of any better way to phrase it.

Joshua… Neku had never thought of himself as very sexual, let alone gay, but Joshua didn't seem to care otherwise. And Neku weakly attempted to justify his own compliance, because Joshua was pretty effeminate, with his longish, flowing white blonde hair, pale skin, and his thin, graceful frame…

As these memories continues to attack him, Neku felt himself blushing even deeper. Each recollection made it worse. Thinking of Joshua, the memories of Joshua kissing him, the boy's hands in his hair, biting and sucking at his neck, pulling at his clothes, surprisingly strong and insistent for someone who appeared so pale and skinny; Josh's mouth over his skin, down his chest, hands everywhere, cool hands, gripping him, pulling, pulling, pulling, and finallyfinally a so, so warm and wet mouth—

Neku inwardly gasped as he forced his brain to come to a screeching halt. Growling with frustration, he tried to calm his body down, because it was starting to react to the very vivid memories of last week's game. Knowing with full certainty that he was what Josh had dubbed a 'rather fetching shade of pink,' (enough about Josh, damnit! Even now he could here that silky voice… "Heh… It suits you, Neku~") the boy dug his nails into his palms as he shoved the heels of his hands into his eyes, rubbing furiously.

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Daisukenojo Bito had been watching the other boy ever since he had drifted off into his own thoughts again after the blonde stole was would probably be all the finicky orange-top would attempt at a dinner. Nah, Beat my man, you didn't steal it, ya asked nice an' polite. Damn straight. Satisfied with this reasoning, he mindlessly handed another crumb to the squirrel noise on his shoulder and continued to watch the boy sitting across from him, growing slightly perplexed when Neku appeared to be growing slightly frustrated. Not to mention he was now sporting a real nice shade of pink on his cheeks.

"Yo man, you a'ight?" Beat asked, concerned but a little amused.

He was shocked to find Neku's face positively hating him when he lowered he hands from his eyes.

"No."

Beat swallowed nervously as Neku continued to glare, bracing himself for what was looking to be a scary and hopefully very rare occurrence with his new partner.

"No, I'm not fucking a'ight, you moron. I'm in the fucking Game for the third time, how the fuck do you think I feel?"

"Well, hey man, this is my third Game, too, yo," Beat attempted in his defense.

"As a player, you dumbass." The other boy seethed.

Beat didn't get a chance to respond as Neku slammed his fists down, gave a frustrated "Grraaahh!" and pushed himself away from the table as violently as one could do when was sitting in a booth. Flinging himself across the café, Neku slammed upstairs as Beat sat, feeling quite guilty for witnessing something he got the feeling he wasn't supposed to have seen, while at the same time feeling rather unsure what it was he had seen in the first place. He looked at the companion on his shoulder. "Whaddaya think that was all about, yo?" The squirrel's big soft eyes blinked back at him.

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Neku stormed upstairs, furious with himself enough to cry. He fell to his knees by the bed, exhausted, and when he did suddenly feel a hot, angry tear roll down his cheek, he was so startled he gasped and stopped for half a second. He slowly reached up and touched his own cheek, staring at the wetness now on his finger, and this made him feel even worse. He bit down on his fist to muffle his scream of fury, then grabbed the lamp on the nightstand by the bed and flung it viciously at the opposite wall. It shattered spectacularly, shocking him into a state of physical calm. Neku quietly stared at the mess on the floor across the room, blinking.

With that, he kicked off his shoes and flung himself into bed.

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A/N: How'd it turn out guys? I'm rather proud of my whole "where did the nighttime go?!" explanation.

*throws review dust at you*