I wrote this back in 9th grade for school, and decided to post it on here so that other TWEWY fans can read it. (My first fanfic up on this site.)

I'm aware that Shiki looks different outside of the UG, but I was used to the way she looked for most of the game so… yeah.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine (except some) and this is based off a game that's not mine anddddd yeah.


Walking down the streets of Shibuya, Japan, I see various people everyday. People of different sizes and shapes-from preppy cheerleaders to total rebels, I see them all.

Shibuya's like a battlefield-a battlefield where everyone's opinion is trying to come in as the loudest. It's like a clash of ideas, a conflict of thoughts and diversity. Shibuya's a peculiar place. I've grown to appreciate it after being dragged up and down these streets. From the ramen shop to the statue of Hachiko, I know every corner; I know every turn.

My name is Neku Sakuraba. For your average 17 year old guy, you'll never believe the crap I've been through, and I'll never forget it. Three weeks changed my life. I went on this freakish deathly adventure that took place right here in Shibuya... well, sort of. It's a long story, but it changed my lifestyle and opinions.

I used to not give a crap about anything or anyone else. Everyone else had their own values, and I had mine. I didn't need theirs. I didn't need ANYONE. People just held me back. I slipped my headphones on, drowning out the world around me… just hiding myself in my own little bubble. But a wise man once told me: you just gotta push your horizons out as far as they can go. Expand your world… because the world ends with you.

Life has its little surprises… and the best thing that came out from those horrific three weeks is: Shiki Misaki. She helped me through those weeks, and without her, I don't think I'd even be here today. I was wrong to say I didn't need friends; I don't know what I'd do if she weren't around. It's almost been two years since I've met her… and I really don't know how I got along before.

During the frosty month of December, Neku strolled down the busy streets of Shibuya, deep in thought. His tattered purple sneakers brushed against the surface of the Scramble Crossing as he pushed a strand of his reddish hair away from his piercing blue eyes. With headphones glued to his head, he managed to listen to his favorite music while his ears avoided exposure to the chilly air. Skipping a certain song on his mp3 track, he looked up and noticed the statue of Hachiko glimmering in the dullish sunlight.

Hachiko was a well-known statue of a dog that people would rub for luck during certain festivals. But to Neku, the statue was just more than a mere piece of bronze to rub your palm against. Memories flashed through his eyes as he took a glance over at the magnificent statue, the sunlight gleaming in Neku's face.

He remembered everything: from the terrifying frogs, the time Shiki had explained to him who Hachiko was…-

Shiki.

Shiki… he had first met Shiki by Hachiko. He thought she was a mere lunatic, blabbing out things about "noise" and what-not.

But that was one of the moments he treasured the most, and he never took for granted the fact that when he was being chased by those rotten frogs, he decided to run to where Hachiko was. Had he not, he would have never bumped into what might be his best friend for life. The mere thought of him of never being able to associate with Shiki gave him chills down his spine.

"… Hello… hello? Earth to Neku!"

Neku awoken from his deep gaze on Hachiko, gasping. He blinked as the image of a girl with beautiful brown hair and deep soulful green eyes came into view. She was dressed in a cute miniskirt outfit, despite the cold weather. Giggling, she revealed a bubbly smile that could cheer Neku up no matter how upset he was.

He felt his heart leap with joy from the simple acknowledging of her presence, but at the same time felt his ears turn pink from making her have to go to such lengths to make her presence known.

"Sh-Shiki… sorry. I didn't notice you there," he began, tapping "pause" on his mp3 stick. Shiki grinned playfully and raised an eyebrow.

"What, you have your tunes playing too loud or something?" Shiki knocked on the side of his purple headphones. His headphones were awfully big, bulky, and outdated, but wearing them gave Neku's appearance a sense of his own flair - his own style. And he liked that. He liked knowing that he was an individual in his own way.

"Naw, I was just… thinking about something," replied Neku, rubbing the back of his neck. Was it really wise to let Shiki know how much he appreciated their friendship? Neku felt it might be a little overly sappy. He didn't do sappy. Sappy wasn't his style.

"I noticed you were staring at Hachiko while you were thinking about your 'something'," Shiki said, putting air quotes around the word "something" with her fingers. Neku smirked at how overrated such an action was, but Shiki made it work.

Raising an eyebrow, Neku retorted with a firm "So?" and Shiki just giggled.

"You think Hachiko's attractive, huh?" she continued, nudging Neku in the ribs.

Neku blinked. "What? That thing's a STATUE!" he remarked. Shiki was cool, but she could be just a little childish sometimes.

"I know. I'm just playing. Hey, race you to Ramen Don's. Loser has to pay!" said Shiki, sprinting off as fast as a cheetah. Neku watched her disappear into the crowd, sighing.

She's so weird sometimes. Man, I really don't feel like running. But… I just can't leave her there waiting for me. Ugh….

Neku dashed through the crowd, the wind rushing through his messy red hair as he made his way to the ramen shack.


I'll post more if there's some people actually interested in this story… LOL