Fallen Revenge

Fallen Revenge:

Chapter One: Challenge

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The noise of the crowds, the claustrophobia of people interweaving and the familiar worn streets… Yeah, that was Shibuya…

The Scramble crossing was a popular place, not only for the residents of the RG but also the UG. And it was the most regular place to find the silver haired Composer of Shibuya.

Floating above the noise and the crowds, Joshua watched over his town, feeling the ebb and flow of Shibuya's denizens and their imagination.

So it was no real surprise when Mr Hanekoma found him there.

"Morning, J," greeted Mr H as fluttered his wings as he fell into place next to the shining male.

"Good morning, Mr H," murmured Joshua, not taking his eyes off of the masses below him.

"J…?" asked Mr H, eyes rising.

He had never seen Joshua look so distracted before; one arm was wrapped around his waist while the other toyed with a lock of hair, a frown etched onto his face.

"Josh, are you ok?" asked Mr H, trying to catch his attention.

Joshua blinked and shivered before turning to face his Producer. He sighed, smiling weakly, "I'm sorry, Mr H. Is there something you wanted to discuss with me?"

Mr H frowned, shaking his head, "No, I just came back from the Higher Plane. What's up? You don't seem ok."

Joshua sighed and returned his gaze downwards. "I'm fine, it's just…something doesn't…feel right in Shibuya…"

"Really?" asked Mr H, "That's not good, are you considering another game?"

Joshua shook his head, "No, it's not like that; it's just something feel off…"

"I haven't been here for a few days since the enquiry in the Higher Plane, so I really don't know."

"Try feeling the vibe of Shibuya, you'll see what I mean. It's just a really uncomfortable feeling…" trailed Joshua, watching the older Angel close his eyes and start to probe the vibe of their town.

Mr H froze for a moment, trying to follow the waves of imagination, the hairs starting to rise on the back of his neck; Joshua was right, something didn't feel right. An uncomfortable vibe, faint but powerful, had interwoven itself into Shibuya's overwhelming waves of imagination; and for the life of him he didn't know what it meant.

"See, Sanae?" asked Joshua, bringing Joshua Mr H's attention back to that plane.

He looked around at Josh, noticing himself go dusty pink. It was very rare that Joshua called him by his given name.

He nodded, "Yeah, I see what you mean."

"What do you make of it? I don't like the feeling I get from it, so…"

"I'm not sure; the vibe doesn't seem right and is rather chilling. Hang on; I'll give my second sight a go-"

"I wouldn't. I tried it while you were away, the sight is clouded greatly. I couldn't see anything."

"Oh…"

An uncomfortable, and unusual, silence fell across them both.

Both of them were rather bothered by this, as much as they loathed to admit it.

Mr H scratched the back of his head uncomfortably, "I suppose, we'll just have to wait and see, huh?"

"Yeah…I suppose," sighed Joshua.

Mr H growled in frustration when Joshua cut him off. "I see they are meeting up again."

"Hm?" Mr H followed Joshua to the Statue of Hachiko and smiled.

Three very familiar teenagers stood at its base, Rhyme sitting on the statue, with Beat and Shiki standing either side of her.

It had been a year since the game and the small group of friends regularly met at Hachiko before hanging out. It was very rare for Joshua not to know about it.

However, today something seemed to put everyone on edge, as they looked worried about something-

"Where is Neku?" asked Joshua suddenly.

Mr H blinked and shrugged, watching as Shiki fiddled with her phone before putting it to her ear.

"Anything?" Rhyme asked, toying with the sleeve of her shirt.

Shiki sighed in frustration, snapping her phone shut before shaking her head, "He's not answering his phone."

"Yo, I thought Phones didn't ignore calls no more," said Beat, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"He doesn't; that's what's worrying me," admitted Shiki.

"He never turns his phone off either, does he?" asked Rhyme.

Shiki shook her head, "No, he doesn't. Guys I'm worried, I haven't seen him since last week since Makimura told him to come home early. He wasn't too happy about it; I hope he's ok…"

"Aight, let's go see him!" grunted Beat, standing up, "We know where he's at so why don't we go see him?"

"Don't you remember, Beat? The last time we went around there, Makimura and you got into a fight because he called you a punk and you threatened to punch his face in," stated Rhyme, "We aren't allowed around where Neku lives because of it."

They all winced at the memory; Joshua shook his head and Mr H laughed nervously above them.

"Yeah...errr…but that dude is so damn annoying! He's Phones' Social worker thing and he orders him around like a mutt! It ain't fair!"

"Calm down, Beat," sighed Rhyme, tapping her brother's arm calmingly.

"No it isn't," sighed the bespectacled fashionista, "But what can we do? I suppose we can't see Neku until he calls us."

"I hope he's ok" sighed Rhyme, jumping down from the statue.

"Me too."

"Aight guys le's just go…."

The trio wandered away, leaving the Composer and Producer above them.

"That was…odd," said Mr H, looking over at Joshua.

"Yes, indeed. I have to admit I haven't seen Neku since last week either…"

"What, you still stalking him? How come Josh?" teased Mr H.

"Mr H!" huffed Joshua, hands on his hips, annoyed by the Producer's laughter.

Suddenly, as sly look appeared on his face, one that was very familiar and he said, "Well, I have to amuse myself somehow when I'm on my own for a week. No Producer to annoy…I have to do something…"

Joshua winked seductively, causing Mr H to blush.

"Josh!" He tried to make a grab for Joshua, who slipped through his grasp and floated away.

"Hee hee" Mr H sighed at the young Composer.

"Hey, who's this Makimura guy Beat was talking about?" asked Mr H curiously.

Joshua shrugged, "You got me. From what I can gather Neku lives with him now."

"Weird…"

Suddenly a ring tone was heard, causing them both to jump.

"Josh?" asked Mr H, as Joshua pulled out the beeping phone and stopping it, "What is it?"

"Its nothing," dismissed Joshua, "Its just a reminder; I have a meeting with the new Conductor, so I better go."

"Azufuji, huh? She's got you organised, eh?" smirked Mr H.

"She is very proficient," admitted Joshua.

"A good replacement for Megs?"

Silence reigned for a moment.

"…Yeah, a good replacement for Megumi."

Joshua straightened, "I'll see you later, Mr H."

Mr H smiled, "I'll see you at Wildkat later, ok?"

Joshua nodded, shining brighter before disappearing and flying away.

Mr H waved him off and then sighed.

Turning his gaze down to Shibuya, he scratched the back of his neck.

"What is going on here?"

With an uncomfortable sigh, he stretched his wings and flew off. Something was strange today, very strange…


At the top of 104, a dark lithe figure stood smirking; the breeze ruffling his coat.

Raising a gloved hand to run through his feral hair, he fished around in his pocket for his phone. Pulling it out, he seemed to be waiting for it to ring. He was not disappointed, as a moment later it starting ringing.

Swiftly answering it he rose it to his ear and grinned, "Ready?"

"Good, finally the fun can begin."

"Yes, everything will be ours, my hyper friend. The Composer and his Producer will fall."

"No, you can't come out and play yet."

"'Cause, its better to wait."

"Hm, don't worry you can play soon, pet, I promise."

"Love you too, pet – Hm? What?"

"Nooo, you can't break him. He's key to our plan; you don't break toys…"

"Make some Noise, play with them; keep your hands off him."

"Good boy. Now I gotta go get things started. Behave."

He snapped the phone shut, grinning expectantly.

"And now it begins, hm Sanae?"


Mr H shivered, either from cold or just a chilling feeling running down his spine. Dismissing the uneasy feeling, he continued on his way to the Miyashita Park Underpass.

Boredom had driven Mr H from his little café, coupled with both a pang of artistic inspiration and the fact he had no work to do.

He was checking around the park underpass to see if there was space for a large one of his works.

It had been awhile since he had had a real strong urge to paint and he had to admit he enjoyed it thoroughly when one came along. He just went with the flow and enjoyed the finished result.

Upon arrival at his destination, he looked around checking for any unwanted attention.

Smiling the no-one was around, strange for a Wednesday, he started examining the wall of the underpass. The smile widened as he found a large space; enough for a large piece.

He ran a finger along the wall, he imprinted a command code into the wall to prevent any hooligans from paining in the space while he was away.

The last thing he needed after lugging his stuff there.

Unbeknownst to him, a large wall appeared and a dark shadow began to form behind him.

"Graffiti? Naughty, Naughty Sanae!"

Mr H froze startled, tensing at the familiar voice.

No way…It couldn't be…! He shouldn't be…!

Spinning around, he came face to face with a mirror image of himself, a nasty smirk affixed to his face.

The other him sat floating in the air, looking very smug. A dark black trench coat clung to the other slim figure with large dark sunglasses low on his face. Dark gloves toyed with his hair; his being longer and much spikier and wilder then his own.

When he had Mr H's attention, he waved mockingly at him and said, "Hello, Sanae. Miss me?"

That caused Mr H to jerk, take a step back and then hiss, "Diablo?! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Diablo laughed, leaning back on the air casually. "How unbecoming of you, Sanae! That's rude isn't it?"

"What are you doing here? What are you up to?" growled Hanekoma, eying his counterpart warily.

Sanae "Diablo" Hanekoma was another version of himself, yet famous amongst the higher plane fro the wrong reasons. If he arrived anywhere it was never a good thing.

"What makes you think I'm up to anything, Sanae?" asked Diablo, false innocence coating his words.

Mr H frowned darkly, "I know you; you're always up to something."

"You wound me!" chuckled Diablo, throwing his arms out in mock hurt, "Although you are right. You always were the more… sensible of the two of us, so no wonder you're such a stick in the mud."

Mr H's eyes narrowed at the comment, but ignored it and crossed his arms in annoyance, "What do you want, Diablo?"

Diablo grinned and casually said, "That Composer of yours; he's got to go. I got a better guy for the job."

Mr H growled at the threatening comment, "Oh no, Josh isn't going anywhere; I won't let you erase him. Who would you put as Composer anyway? Would you take the job yourself?"

Diablo snorted in disbelieving amusement, "Me, Composer? You've got to be kidding; why would I want to preserve the life in Shibuya? Oh and my candidate? You'll meet him soon; Boy, your gonna have your hands full! I mean, I you stay around that long."

Mr H clenched his fists, "Is that a challenge?"

"Hmmm, maybe….but not now," chuckled Diablo, rising to his feet, "Maybe another day. I've got things to do."

"Why come here then?" asked Mr H as Diablo turned and started to stride away, "If you didn't want to fight then why…?"

Diablo paused and turned, his glasses slipping down his face to reveal a mirthful glint in his eye.

"What's the fun of erasing someone you hold dear without a fight?"

Hanekoma blushed at that comment. "Good luck Sanae!"

With that, Diablo walked through the barrier of the underpass, waving as he vanished, leaving Hanekoma alone in the blocked off underpass.

Shivering in the realisation at the earlier vibe, he quickly turned on his heel and dashed to the exit, aiming to get back to Wildkat as soon as possible.

He slammed into the invisible barrier, forgetting it was there, causing him to curse his other self at his damn games.

He rubbed his face in irritation and growled. Raising his vibe highly, he slammed his imagination to destroy it.

After a few attempt that increased in power, the barrier smashed and Mr H stomped off back to his café.

Miyashita Park Underpass echoed uncomfortably as he left and remained that way, the now active command code in the wall active and ignored in the drama.


"Are you serious, Mr H?" asked Joshua, leaning back against his chair with folded arms. Mr H nodded, sipping at his coffee to calm himself.

Hanekoma had quickly made it back to the café, aiming to contact Joshua as soon as possible.

Fate appeared to be on his side, as the young composer was waiting rather patiently outside for him when he arrived. The smile on his face was replaced by a frown when he saw Mr H's face; it was rare to see him so anxious and it never meant good tidings.

Upon entering Wildkat, Mr H quickly explained about his encounter and what it meant.

Joshua was silent for a moment, before saying, "What is he, Mr H? He can't be an Angel if he's as bad as you say he is."

Mr H sighed darkly, staring into his coffee, "He's me and at the same time not me. I wouldn't call him an Angel….not after what he's done…"

"Is he from a parallel world?"

"Yeah…" nodded Hanekoma, "Me and him….. We are linked…. After all, we were born from the same causality until one choice branched us off completely…"

"What choice was that?" asked Joshua, looking uncomfortable.

"…Being Producer."

A silence fell between them, as neither knew what to say for once. Joshua, both partly annoyed he couldn't sense other Angels but Mr H and alarmed by the potentially fatal threat of Diablo; another version of Sanae…

Hanekoma downed the rest of his coffee quickly before putting the mug down. "Yoshiya, we've got to be careful when dealing with him. He's done terrible things, far worse than a Fallen Angel like me has. And he's got the power to back up his threats. We can't let him win……And I won't let him erase you either…."

Joshua shivered. It was rare that Hanekoma would seriously bend rule for his sake, minus last year's game. He silently wondered if something else was bothering his Producer.

Dismissing his thoughts with a sigh, he tried to lighten the mood and said confidently, "He won't win. I haven't lost t anyone, game or not, yet; I won't let another version of you try and kick me out of my job or erase me. You nearly did that yourself, Sanae."

He smiled when Hanekoma blushed at the comment. "Your not gonna get over it, are you?"

"Nope," smiled Joshua, prodding his Producer, "But I did forgive you for it, Sanae-"

A large surge of power caught them both by surprise, as Mr H shot to his feet. Joshua turned to him.

"He's doing that isn't he?"

"Think so" nodded Hanekoma, "What is he doing…?"

"Lets go."

Nodding, both were gone, quickly heading in the direction of the energy spike.


Katfreak: Done! Generally I hate cliff hangers but when I'm doing it its fun! Where is Neku? What is Diablo up too? Who is his candidate? Stay tuned! Please review too! Thanks!