AG: The fluff, the drama! Argh... What a livingf hell to write. And it still didn't turn out as planned.
Warnings: Fluff and drama, spoilers, JoshxNeku in a subtle manner. You know what to do when you don't like it.
Rainy days
It was 5 am. Somewhere in a distant house in Shibuya sat Neku Sakuraba. Sipping at the tea his mom made him before she went to work and staring at the pouring rain. He wondered if Shibuya felt sad because of this gloomy weather. It's been two weeks. Two weeks full of rain. Neku sighed and looked into his cup. He felt gloomy because of the weather. He only got out to go to school. Beat already caught a cold, or the sniffles as he called them, and Neku didn't really want to end up ill when the weather started to change. Mornings like these tormented his brains, since they would go over all the subjects they could find in his memory. Oh yeah, Neku was glad he had his memory back. Just imagine he'd lost the Game- no, don't imagine that. He just didn't. Or did he? He did get shot... "Rrgh..." Neku rubbed his temples. This was so confusing! But then again, everything involving Joshua had been confusing. His mind drifted to Joshua. He kind of missed- Wait, did he just thought he missed Joshua? Neku shook his head. Now that was downright disturbing. Neku thought of Joshua. The guy shot him, used him, became his partner so he was forced to trust him, saved him, used him some more and shot him again. But in the end... In the end he didn't do what he was originally planning with Shibuya. In the end he brought them all back, even Rhyme who lost the Game and Beat who was a stray Reaper. In the end he gave them a second chance. In the end he never saw him again. Neku had tried to get in touch again, but it just was impossible. After all, Joshua lived in a whole different world than he did. He was a whole different person, if you could count him as a person anyway. Neku did miss Joshua, because he was his partner. But also because he was his friend, a person he could relate to. Someone who understood him. Joshua was truly a special person. And Neku really lov- liked being around him. He sometimes wondered if anything happened. But Joshua was possibly just busy, doing Composer-stuff. That really was a demanding job. Neku sighed again, took another sip and found out his tea had become cold. This just wasn't fair.
It was 5 am. In a distant corner of Wildkat sat Yoshiya Kiryu. Sipping at the coffee Sanae made him before dashing of the make one of his artworks and staring at the pouring rain. He knew damn well why it was raining for two weeks straight. He hadn't been out of Wildkat for two weeks straight. He hadn't done anything... Joshua sighed and looked into his cup. He felt downright miserable and didn't want to do anything about it. It wasn't even his fault. I fought, demanded, argued and even begged. Damn right, the Composer of Shibuya begged! But the Higher Planes stayed at their decision. And now Joshua felt like shit. He didn't feel the need to do anything and just... just stayed in Wildkat. The Game could disappear if it was for him. Damn, it was for him, but he already blew it one time according to the Higher Planes. Blowing it a second time and he would disappear. Not that he cared. Oh no. He wanted to! Sanae was worrying about him. Worrying about his... attitude. But Joshua didn't care about that too. Sanae knew damn well what was wrong with him and should know better than worrying about him. It would go away, right? This empty feeling... It would all go away eventually. All wounds heal through time, no matter how deep they are. He knew that better than anyone. But these feelings, they were different. Not that he ever felt like this before. No, Joshua knew this wasn't permanent. But it was terrible. God, he felt so terrible. And it was only one simple thing. He was prohibited to see him. Which shouldn't be much of a problem. He was just a mere mortal soul in a sea stuffed with them. So why was he so different? He was just his ex-Proxy anyway. Neku... Joshua felt something forming in the corner of his eyes and cursed. He wasn't crying. He couldn't be crying. For heaven's sake, he was crying! Over Neku, out of all things! But Neku was probably too busy to think about him, too busy with his new friends. Joshua wiped the tears away. No, Neku would not want to see him, he would not ever forgive him. Joshua sighed and took another sip to find out his coffee had become cold. This just wasn't fair.
AG: Nah, I really hope you liked it!