Changes
White and wispy the Composer of Shibuya watched his former proxy writing something down. He knew it wasn't homework-Neku had gotten that done ahead of time with some help from Eri, Shiki, and Rhyme. So what was his partner writing? Adjusting his frequency, He peered over Neku's shoulder.
A diary?
That didn't surprise him, but then, nothing really did.
During that week, I was pretty suspicious of him. But in the end, Josh had the best intentions, right? He wanted to fix Shibuya, right? He just went about it wrong.
Oh.
So Neku was writing about Him? How cute.
Though Joshua wasn't His real name. Hmm, did He even have a primary name other than what humans called Him? He couldn't remember.
He scanned over Neku's words until a particular snippet jumped out.
If I were in his position, I'd do something else. Something that wouldn't get people killed.
Well, well. It looked as if Neku had changed more than He'd been led to believe.
With a short and analytical hum, He gave His proxy one last smile and disappeared back to the Death God's Pad.
(This is a linebreak. Isn't it pretty?)
Neku shut the book with a satisfying clap. At first he'd been skeptical of Shiki's idea-of using a diary to vent out his frustrations. But then he remembered the Long Game.
Trust your partner.
That was enough to convince him to give it a shot. But he hadn't expected it to be so effective.
The teen looked at the clock. It was five minutes past 10. He still had time before he had to meet his friends at Hachiko. But there was no harm in getting an early start.
Grabbing his coat-a cozy purple thing (it matched Joshua's eyes, not that he'd ever say that aloud) that Eri and Shiki had made for him- and the yellow scarf given to him by Rhyme and Beat, with a black skull on each end, Neku slipped those on and headed out the door.
From the rooftop, the Composer watched him with a satisfied smile.