Day 1 Part B

"I…hate…weddings" Beat spoke in a frustrated growl as he began removing the tightly placed red tie from his dark blue button-up shirt. "Ya have to get all dressed up in fancy clothes and all those people gawking at ya saying how handsome you are…and your tie is killing ya all night and…"

Rhyme smiled popping her miniscule head from the bathroom they shared. "Well I think it's so that they can look nice for one another and make the married people feel less like they are so different?"

"Yah that's probably true…"

Rhyme let out a soft giggle. She herself was wearing a long green shoulder-strap dress, and a pair of dark red high heels. Her hair was pinned back, a far cry from the normal tomboy look her brother basically picked for her; it was an easy why for the overprotective Beat.

Everyone who met her outside of the look Beat set aside for her would admit she was pretty for a girl her age, and in a few years could be someone you would see light upon billboards throughout Shibuya and probably the whole area Tokyo.

Beat knowing that, and knowing boys would not allow some immature twelve year-old punk place a single hand on his little sister. So he began taking her to skate parks and began surrounding her in that culture.

Taking the example set by her 'nii-san' she began to practically beg Beat to buy her clothes to feel comfortable around the skating parks. So first thing was first buy the baggiest and most oversized sweatshirts available and then try to make her as much of a boy as possible.

It worked for the first few weeks, but her bubbly and friendly personality quickly ended the façade. As the months went by it got harder and harder, and soon the tomboy look she had was faltering through when school started and she had to fully shed the look.

There was no way to break the chain now, the dogs known as prepubescent boys would soon be after her to Beat's full dread. But in consideration and knowing her big brothers worries and why he tried making her a tomboy Rhyme kept her brother asleep at night. Every time any boy came up to her, she would humbly refuse; stating that her family would not let her date.

Namely her older brother, who would be quoted as saying,

'I'd go and kick the little punk's ass old school if he ever touched Rhyme yo!"

So to Beat's never-dying peace of mind, she was safe all year and actually liked wearing the baggy clothes. Speaking on how roomy and comfortable the sweaters where.

Now she looked completely feminine, and that left Beat watching her like a hawk during the wedding and afterwards.

"Sometimes getting the stuff out is a pain after Dai…I mean Beat…I mean Nii-San" Rhyme spoke trying to get a pair of earrings off; they had the image of a squirrel on them. Ever since she was little she had a fascination with squirrels, to the point that even now her room is filled with stuffed squirrels and other squirrel related objects. To Beat this was the most probable reason why her noise was a pink squirrel.

Beat had got them for her after the accident that left them in the game, luckily her memories of the whole ordeal where gone from her. But the problem was that she had no recollections still of him.

So for the last few months he had to spend every waking hour to help her remember him, or the whole family for that matter.

That afternoon was a family wedding of their Aunt and so the whole family was there to watch the bride walk.

Thing was that later at the reception, she could not respond to anyone by name. This frightened Beat because her entry fee he knew was gone for good, but was it that she could no longer feel the compassion she once did?

Before she was bubbly and never though farther than a few minutes. But now she was colder and more calculating as if something had happened to her that completely changed her beliefs on people and on life.

To Beat that was what happened to him more explicitly. They where lucky that their bodies where still in the hospital so they could leave. Unlike Rhyme his memories where still there about the weeks in the game.

He could easily thank Phones for helping his sorry ass. Now he was a little less brash and less argumentative to his parents' glee. For the first time in a long time he no longer felt like he gave up on himself.

He's met up with them all the time he could now, him and Rhyme. Boys didn't think twice of going near him or Phones providing enough protection than the two girls needed. Something about Shiki always took him off for some reason…something about how she looks…

Always struck him a familiar chord, it was strange. It made him feel like their last day in their lives before the game when he ran away from home. Rhyme followed him out and had started screaming for him in the middle of the street near Miyashita when the car came.

He was curled up next to a tree when he saw her…the minute he saw the car and rushed to her. If only his reaction was quicker they could've been able to jump out in time but the car was going to fast. Next thing he could see was the Scramble spinning around him and a passed out Rhyme next to him, her memories and love for him gone.

The coldest entry fee they could ever give a big brother. The loss of the younger siblings love and admiration, he almost felt himself die there.

That day in general felt so off, as if the sky was tipped with some kind of poison that choked him. He felt that every time he saw her…Shiki…the same feeling over and over again.

But of course he would never tell his friends that being around them made him felt like he stabbed his throat with a bottle full of cyanide. They where too happy to let his little old fears dampen the bright mood they had.

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"Nii-San!" Rhyme called out once again, this time fully clothed in her familiar tomboy gear.

"Are we going to go to the Concert out at A-East?" she asked with a tone of excitement, he had promised to take her months in advance…she had truly been waiting for this.

"Uhh sure Rhyme I am just gonna change out of these clothes A'ight?" Beat responded with a smile slipping his skull cap over his long mane of blond hair.

Placing over his body a red jacket and a pair of black shorts, he followed his sister slowly out of their parents' apartment into the heart of Shibuya.

As they crossed the scramble a familiar cold sensation swept past Beat…one he wished he could forget.

The same feeling would come across staring at those tattooed freaks that where noise. Those dragons and kangaroos that would pop out of seemingly nowhere to haunt his dreams…those memories of having his sister as a squirrel hunched on his shoulder.

That fear still resonated…his sister a squirrel. Sometimes she would be attracted to little stuffed squirrels in the shops, and sometimes she would buy t-shirts or pictures of squirrels doing things.

Now her bag and keys have a little squirrel on an acorn dangling from the metal loop, it has truly become a sort of obsession for her. This has only made Beat more worried that there has been some psychological damage from the whole experience of being brought back from erasure…basic annihilation. The only thing that could describe his life now since those events in the river has been mortifying.

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The cold night air could only dampen his fears so much nowadays. All that was needed was a weird graffiti open up revealing a tattooed monster leaping out of the edge of oblivion to attack the unsuspecting people.

Maybe he was getting paranoid.

Then the first scream came, and then another. Then one next to him, Rhyme had slid next to his leg, a mutated tattooed frog was now attacking the citizens.

"Fuck" Beat spoke under his breath as he grabbed Rhyme's hand to get away. The frogs where everywhere now, it was hell all over again.

"I thought I was fucking done!" Beat cried out into the sky as him and Rhyme ran towards Hachiko.

At least there they could possibly find a way to fight off these frogs. Beat was now praying under his breath that these did not constitute noise, he really didn't want to find out he was back in playing this old terrible game.

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Sanae looked at Joshua from the corner of his shades at the café. He had just returned suddenly out of the blue a few days ago and he could not imagine why. The Composer did not budge from his spot, fulfilled in eating a doughnut and drinking a cup of coffee.

Joshua himself was dressed in black and wearing a pair of dark shades watching the crowd. Sanae was even more confused on how the Angels would not press on his case further on for being a 'Fallen Angel'.

Things where getting very odd.

Suddenly for the first time in some time Joshua moved and looked up at the Starry night, as if in a trance. He quickly moved and walked to Mr. H and whispered in his ear…

"It's already started…the collapse is here…"

All Sanae could do at the moment was stand still and shatter the bowl of soup he had in his hand for dinner.

"That means…"

"Revolution is upon is yet again…and I was so getting used to this relaxation…"

END OF DAY 1 PART B