Author's Note: Hello fans of fiction! It's been a while. I'm xStopAndGo, and today I bring you a short piece about Neku. I hope you guys enjoy this story, as it was written in a very short time, and it is dedicated to a special friend of mine. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! Now, scroll down a bit and read on! If you like it, leave a comment and favorite the story! Enjoy!

This story is read from Neku's perspective.

Neku's Lament

Everyday I go see my friends. Beat and Rhyme come from their house near Towa, you from your apartment on Center Street. We meet up at Hachiko every day so we can hang. We ride skateboards, talk about life, bitch and complain about school. And everything in between. We head over to Cat Street, where we pick up our favorite coffee, after which we head over to Dogenzaka Ramen Don for a bowl of Ken Doi's latest concoction. then we head out, splitting our separate ways for the evening.

So. Boring.

Is this what I'm left with? The existence comprised of the same motions enacted over....and over....and over....MEANINGLESS.

I used to hate people. But then the Reaper's game.....it changed my life. Some might even say it saved me. But one thing's for certain. Nothing is ever the same anymore....

Nothing is fun.

What does real life bring me? Routine. Routine people, routine places, routine existence.

You might be the only thing aside from routine. You always bring something new, whether it's a new stuffed abomination, or a quirky new piece of clothing, you always surprise me. The kissing is nice too. Aside from you however, it's all the same.

The city streets are still littered with trash known as people. I trust them to a small extent. That trust didn't stop this one guy from taking my wallet. Or that girl from taking my headphones. Just shows you how far trust goes.

The Reaper's Game......I miss it. I miss having meaning. I miss knowing that my actions served purpose. It made me feel more alive than living. All that is gone, however. The days of usefulness have come and gone. I've always wondered, can I go back? Is there meaning left that I can scrape up? Maybe I'll save people's lives again. Then I can feel what I did before.

That's why I'm writing this. I've decided to take the only chance I have to feel alive and go for it. By the time you've read this, it'll be too late.

Shiki.......

I'll see you in seven days.

-Neku

This note was found at scene near Pork City. A youth jumped from the top of the tower to his death. This note, as well as a small black and red pin, were all he had on him.

The note is now in possession of Shiki Misaki, who is mentioned in the note. It has been 3 months since the incident. She refuses to hand the note over to the police, stating...

"He hasn't won yet...."

END