~*Number One: Introduction*~
Neku was used to the murmuring of the crowd and the insistent beep-beep-beeping of the cars and café doors and various other shops as they opened and closed with their constant, ever flowing rhythm. It was spring—or was it summer?—the sky light blue but speckled with smog that formed feathery shapes that were indistinct from the blurry outlines of the buildings.
It was morning—or was it night?—and everything was still going full swing. There was never a moment of silence, even with his earphones turned up so loud, because in reality he never had the privilege of being alone. Neku Sakuraba had nothing and would get nothing. He was going nowhere in life and he knew it, and he crunched dead leaves underfoot as viciously as he could just to relieve the frustration at life—or was it himself?
The crowds complained and shrieked and battered at his senses but he was too stubborn to give in. He refused to, turning and snapping at anyone that bumped into him, ignoring frightened looks and murmurs of "He's a monster, ignore him, ignore that Neku Sakuraba".
One indignant girl even said to him that she hoped he fell off a cliff and died, after he rudely pushed her aside to keep walking—always walking—to a destination he called Nowhere.
He didn't need her to say that, didn't want to hear it, because he was already falling—or was it flying?
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I've never been good at drabbles, but now I want to be, so consider this practice! This'll be updated sporadically, as inspiration hits.