Disclaimer: The following disclaimer applies for all of the chapters within this story. I do not own The World Ends With You or Kingdom Heart. This was written for recreational purposes and no profit is being made. Heavy knowledge and understanding of TWEWY and particularly the secret reports is not required, but may improve your reading experience. This fan fiction was planned and was written before Kingdom Hearts 3 or 2.8.

Prologue - The Composer of Shibuya

Sora gently patted Meow Wow's forehead as a Peepsta Hoo swooped in to nuzzle at the boy.

Yes. Sora knew that he was sad.

He was sad, but at least he isn't alone. An airy giggle escaped his throat as his Dream Eaters continued their onslaught of tickles. "Stop it guys! It's alright! It's alright! I missed you guys too!"

He heaved, taking a few moments to catch his breath as the Dream Eaters chattered and cooed around him. Sora smiled a small smile. Small, but it filled the boy with warmth. It was immediately sincere.

He had to constantly remind himself during the party that he had to be happy for Riku and his friends, but this smile… it wasn't as forced. He was genuinely happy for Riku, but the thoughts of a silver haired boy with brown eyes and a voice that had given up fighting for his own dreams haunted him. Here, in sleep, at least he was able to have the protection of his friends and not bother Riku or the King. Sora didn't want to be a burden. Flowbermeow mewed (Barked? Meowarked?) and cast a swift Cure, enveloping the boy in a warm green light.

"What are you saying, little guy?"

The critter shrilled again and tossed another Cure onto the boy.

Sora hesitated. "I'm not hurt, it's okay. Donald made sure I was healthy and my body is safe with Goofy and Yen Sid. I'm sleeping so I can see you guys. It's okay-"

A Tyranto Rex snarled and Sora flinched back, curling up as his Aura Lion messily shoved him towards Flowbermeow. The cat-dog cast another Cure and promptly ran up and forced itself into Sora's lap with Meow Wow. They both chirruped expectantly.

Sora blinked. "You… are saying that I am hurt?"

If Dream Eaters could groan, Sora would liken the crescendo of noise to like it. No. Sora paused. It wasn't a groan. They are worried. They loved him unconditionally. It was more of a murmur of approval, one that was understanding, but unhappy about the situation that he was in. It filled him with warmth that reminded him of something that he seemed to have forgotten.

What was his hurt about? He wasn't sad about not becoming Keyblade Master- He just wasn't ready yet. He wasn't jealous of Riku… maybe a little, but that wasn't why he was sad. Xehanort-

His breath hitched and he clutched the fuzzy critters in his arms. Meow Wow let out a little yelp of pain, but Flowbermeow just spat another Cure into his face. "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you."

The Dream Eaters' voices cascaded around him again and both Meow Wow and Flowbermeow cured him again.

"I'm not hurt! Meow Wow was the one that got squished-"

Another cast of Cure, this time, by multiple Dream Eaters. The owls turned on their floodlights, centering the Keyblade wielder.

"I'm hurt."

Agreement.

An Eaglider crooned its approval and Sora absently stroked Aura Lion's powerful mane. The great lion had settled beside the boy and the Keyblade wielder sank buried his face into the main. He didn't look at anyone in the eyes. "I'm hurt because... I'm hurt because Xehanort tried to kidnap me. He did kidnap me. Riku had to save me."

His breath hitched and the boy shivered slightly. He remembered the boy that had given up. He remembered the men with yellow eyes. He remembered-

There was a sudden explosion and everyone was at the ready. Sora was on his feet and his keyblade was out. His hands shook but his small army of Dream Eaters was beside him. It would be okay. He would be-

Music filled the air. Music? Why was there suddenly music here- they weren't in the World of Symphony. The music was too modern in comparison to what he remembered of the pianos. A platinum haired teen stumbled into Sora's field of vision.

"Joshua?"

The other boy was winded, breathing heavily. His shirt was uncharacteristically dusty and a slight sheen of sweat coated his forehead. If Joshua noticed that Sora was crying, he didn't mention it. "Sora? I thought you managed to get out. Riku should have gotten you out, why…"

"Oh right! You were sleeping here too!"

The frail looking boy didn't pay attention to his words, "What are you doing here?"

"Traverse Town is for the lost-" Sora's breath hitched. Lost. He was hurt and lost and- A guttural snarl escaped Joshua's throat snapping Sora back to reality. Blue eyes settled onto a growing patch of a dark red. "Joshua, let me heal you. You're bleeding."

Flowbermeow beat Sora to casting the cure, but the other teen barely paid attention to them. The boy's violet eyes weren't focused on his surroundings and dread settled into Sora's stomach. "Joshua?"

A bitter smile appeared on Joshua's face. Sora decided that it didn't suit him. "They can't have you."

Sora's eyes widened. They? Xehanort and his cronies were here? Still? His Dream Eaters tensed up and growled at something that Sora couldn't see. He tensed up."They-"

As quick as the bitterness appeared on Joshua, it vanished. "I won't let them."

Sora barely registered Joshua's words as white feathery wings burst out of the teen's back. They slammed into the ground with a resounding bell chime. Cracks. Multiple. Broken bones and steel-like feathers dug up tile and brick as they wrapped around Sora and his Dream Eaters in a protective barrier. Joshua cast Barrieraja as he collapsed onto his knees.

The music was slowing. Alarmed, Sora ran forward to meet the boy. "Joshua! You are hurt- your wings are broken. We need to set them so they can heal properly. Are they hollow? It'll make it more complicated, but my Dream Eaters know-"

"There is no time. They know that I'm here now." Bright blue eyes looked into violet with worry and confusion.

"What do you mean? We need to hurry then."

A broken laugh crackled out of teen, but Joshua pulled Sora into an awkward embrace. "No. They can't have a Keyblade Wielder and your friends need you."

"But you are my friend too! You said so yourself!"

"That was a mistake." Affronted Sora, backed up slightly to face the teen. He opened his mouth to say something, but Joshua would have none of it. He pressed his forehead against the brunette's. "Shh, we don't have much time."

"Joshua, you are MY friend, even if you deny it." Sora blinked. Joshua was cold. Really cold. The other boy was shaking. What was going on? He could barely catch the murmur that escaped Joshua. "What did you say?"

"Remember Rhyme?"

The little girl with a bright smile and a world full of wisdom flashed in Sora's head. "Of course! She- Is she okay? Is Neku and other okay? Joshua, you are bleeding a lot; you really need help."

"These are her dreams. I'm entrusting them to you." Icy fingers palmed something into Sora's hand. It looked like the portal that Joshua used, but smaller. Brighter. The small sun was fashioned into a keychain with a tiny downy feather on another tassel.

"What?" Sora tried to shift away but Joshua's other arm had snaked behind his head, forcing the boy to look at him in the eyes. Joshua didn't apply or seem to have enough strength to force him to stay there, but the Sora couldn't bring himself to physically push Joshua aside. This wasn't the Joshua that Sora remembered. Joshua was smart. Confident. The Joshua that Sora remembered looked frail, but he was not this quivering mess of bones and blood.

"Joshua, I'm going to heal your leg first- Why is there a chain attached to your ankle?"

The broken laugh came back like china crashing against tile. Worry washed over Sora. Joshua was most definitely not okay in more than one aspect.

"Sora?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Thank you for being my friend."

Joshua jumped backwards, evading the angry swipes of the Dream Eaters. "I'm leaving. Keep him safe."

Sora stood in a daze. Blue eyes were unseeing and he remained curled up against a very annoyed Aura Lion. It will be alright. Sora would be okay. The chain on his leg pulled violently and Joshua slipped. The barrier shattered. The boy let the chain drag him away in slow, paced pulls. Joshua smiled slightly, watching the trail of blood and crimson feathers grow longer as they pulled him.

The Dream Eaters sensed something wrong and halted their chase after the supposed threat. The Aura Lion roared and the remainder of Sora's army reared backwards, suddenly weary of the people that were dragging him away.

They could feel them.

They could feel the Angels.

Good. They are cautious and weary of them. Joshua took a deep breath and Sang; forcing a portal to appear behind him. The Dream Eaters couldn't speak, but there was no need for them to see this and possibly relay information to Sora.

It was worth the little energy he had left. They couldn't get their hands on a Keyblade Wielder.

Dull violet eyes focused on the copy of the Cat Mural that he had copied. The art had NOT been his intentional addition, but his memories had mingled with Rhyme's when he was creating the illusions of the children to kill time. He avoided this part of Traverse Town, as well as any part of the abandoned city that had graffiti.

CAT mockingly glared down at him. Its hands were up in the air in a mocking jeer.

He had begun to hate his art and the memories associated with them, but Sora took precedence.

The chain on his ankle pulled, dragging him against the rough brick road.

It stopped.

Joshua bled.

CAT stared.

The chain pulled.

It stopped.

Joshua bled.

CAT still stared.

A tyrannical cry from Julius, the one legged cat sent after him, shook the ground. Joshua could hear Sora and his Dream Eaters readying for a fight. Sora was stronger than the cat that the Composer of Shibuya occasionally toyed with. He will be alright.

The chain pulled.

Joshua closed his eyes and let himself fall into the next layer of sleep.

They didn't waste any time. Bright lights forced the teen to open his eyes. Handcuffs burned into his wrists and his wings were carelessly bound in behind him. More fragile bones shattered under the force of the chains. Joshua didn't pay attention to the pain. He couldn't or else he would pass out and they would chase after Sora.

"YOsHIYA KIRYuu, CoMPoSER oF ShIBUyA." They murmured as one. "WhAT dID YOu imPRInT oN THE KeYBLADE wiELDER? wHY diD yOu iMPArt yOUR pOWER, cOMPoSer of SHIbuYA."

Joshua held his hands up, in surrender. He ignored the shaking of his arms and the tingle of the cuffs. There was no point lying. "The feather is to fuel the imprints for a sustained period of time out side of my realm. Imprintation will last, even after my death. I imprinted instructions for the wielder to leave and not interfere with your work."

Work. Ha.

They murmured, some argued and after a moment, a blade of light appeared. It settled against Joshua's neck, drawing blood. "wHAT aRE THE tWo OtHER IMPrInTs."

"He must protect his own."

The blade dug in. A warning. Shibuya's Composer rolled his eyes. What did they think? Joshua was not an idiot to just leave Sora hanging like that; especially since the boy had considered him as a friend.

Had.

"tHE lAST?"

"To forget me."

/end Prologue

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