Okay, has anyone done a story on this before? I haven't seen one, and when I got to this part of the game again, I just couldn't resist. That quote was amazing, and I just had to write this. I might continue to it, I'm not sure. On a side-note, I've probably murdered Beat's speech, so go easy on me for that, okay? Please?

Disclaimer: I don't own The World Ends with You.

Fifteen-year-old Raimu Bito, nicknamed "Rhyme" by her brother, gave a small sigh after her parents had left. She knew they had been hesitant to leave her, since they would be out of Shibuya for three days, but she had managed to reassure them that she would be fine without them for a few days. On impulse, she also told them that she could just call her brother if something happened.

Needless to say, that almost made them reconsiders their decision.

She couldn't understand why they still refused to trust him. He was twenty, living on his own in a decent apartment, and had his own job. He had even tried to enroll in a local college. Unfortunately, he hadn't been accepted, but she was still proud of him for trying, even if their parents had been disappointed. The fact that he had applied himself and tried to move away from his juvenile behavior meant a lot to her.

Quickly deciding that the house was too quiet, Rhyme sat down on the couch and turned the TV on, not really caring about what channel it was on. Grabbing her book that was on the table next to her, she could hear today's news floating into her ears. She found herself listening intently to it ten minutes later when a reporter began talking about a bank robbery. Apparently, almost 978,000 yen was stolen during the previous night and the recordings from the security cameras couldn't give police an exact idea of who the culprit was.

Bank robberies were rare, but not unheard of, around Shibuya. Rhyme figured that this one was the biggest she'd heard of. She wondered what the person who stole the money was thinking about doing now that they had committed this crime. Were they planning on leaving Japan? Did they even have a plan? Or was this just a spur-of-the-moment thing?

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch," Rhyme would tell them if she could.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang. Sitting up, she walked to the kitchen counter where she had left it earlier. She answered with a cheery, "Hello?"

"Hey Rhyme."

"Beat! It's been forever since you've called. Have you been doing anything?"

"Nuttin' much. Sorry 'bout that. Been workin' a lot. How've you been?"

"Good. I've been getting a lot of homework lately, but that's not surprising. Mom and Dad are out of town for the next few days, so I'm just here by myself." She was hoping that he would get her not-so subtle hint.

"Really? Sweet. I'm comin' over, aight? See ya."

"Wait, Beat. Are you okay? You just sound… off."

"S'okay. Everything's good, yo. I'll be over soon. Later Rhyme."

"Bye Beat," she responded, hanging up.

Knowing her brother, Rhyme figured he would take his skateboard, even though he did own a car now. It seemed that Beat just couldn't get rid of it, despite the fact that it was very old and could probably break at a moment's notice.

Walking to the front door, Rhyme flipped the light switch that would turn on the outside light, knowing that he would probably make it there just after the sun went down. Beat was a fast and skilled skateboarder, but he did know to be cautious when it was becoming darker outside. That was something Rhyme was thankful for. There was no need for either one of them to be involved in another car accident.

Twenty minutes later, he brother brusquely opened the door, setting his board down next to the door. Rhyme walked over to him, quickly hugging him just like every time they saw each other. Even though she had grown to the height of 5"5', he still towered over her, probably over six foot.

Wrapping her small arms around his broad shoulders, Rhyme noticed that her brother felt tense. Now she knew something had to be wrong.

"Hey Rhyme," he greeted again wearily, returning the hug with a more crushing force than normal. "Good to see ya."

"You too, but can you tell me what's wrong? Remember: a problem shared-"

"-is a problem… somethin', I don' remember. But, I know, yo. Don' worry Rhyme, everythin's good."

"You sure?" She couldn't help but ask. Rhyme knew she couldn't force him to say anything, and she knew how protective he was, but she at least wanted to let him know she was there to help, if she could.

"I'm sure. I need a drink. Be right back." Rhyme released him so he could meander to the kitchen. With nothing better to do, she followed her brother into the kitchen and sat down at the table, waiting for him to get his drink and join her.

"So why'd you stop by?" Rhyme asked out of curiosity once Beat finished his drink.

"What, don' want me 'ere?" He questioned. Rhyme winced at the barely detectable hurt in his voice.

"No, no," she quickly reassured, "I'm happy you're here, and it's great to see you. I was just wondering what made you want to stop by."

"Uh… so Mom and Dad's gone, you said?"

"Yep, for the next three or so days." She smiled.

"Think I could stay here?" Beat asked hesitantly.

"Sure! They left your room alone, bed included, so you can just sleep there. You brought stuff with you, right?" She turned her attention to the bag Beat had carried in with him and placed down next to him.

"Y-yeah, I'll take 'em up soon."

Not paying attention to his tone, Rhyme interjected, "I can do it right now. Don't worry about it." Jumping out of her chair, she bent down to grab the bag, muttering in wonder, "This feels heavier than it should. What'd you bring?"

Ignoring her brother's quick gasp, she opened the bag, tilting her head as she looked at the contents. "Yen?" Reaching a hand in, she felt that the bag was completely filled with it. "Lots of yen. What's all this for, Beat?"

"Uh, well… ya see, um…"

Rhyme's eyes widened as an idea hit her. While she viewed it as completely illogical, even for her brother, she said, "I heard a bank got robbed today." Her fear grew as she saw Beat turn his head so she couldn't see his eyes. "And whoever did it stole a lot of yen."

"Shit," he muttered, taking off his beanie and throwing it on the floor. "I hoped you hadn't heard."

"Beat!" She exclaimed. "This… this can't be!"

"I'll go. I'm sorry Rhyme. Sorry I let you down." As he reached down to take his bag, Rhyme refused to relinquish her hold of it. "Rhyme, c'mon!"

"No, Beat! How'd you do it? Did you get help? Did you help someone else?"

"What, don' think I'm smart 'nough to do it my own? Well, I did, and it was easy!" He boasted, though Rhyme could tell it was just an act.

"Beat, let me tell you this quote I heard: "He who is full of himself is likely to be quite empty." I know you Beat, you wouldn't do something like this."

"Look, I can't get into it, 'kay? I was hopin' I could just crash here for the night, but I don' have to if you don' want me to," he replied, letting go of his bag.

"No, you can. You're my brother, Beat, I'm not going to make you leave." She smiled, zipping the bag up.

"Ya sure?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Of course! Now come on, let's go put this somewhere."

Beat gave a sigh of relief. He knew it was foolish to come here and get his sister involved in all this, but he had nowhere else to go. Besides, just like he had told Neku five years ago, he knew his sister would always be there for him, no matter what.

Okay, I'm not sure how to feel about this. I just got the idea, and was happy to write it, since I've been idea-less for awhile. I just wanted to know if I still had some creativity in me, and it seems like I do. Please review and let me know if I should continue it or not, or what you would like to see in it. I'll probably update it sometime, even without feedback. Thanks.