Chapter 4: I need a favour (part I)
Rating: T (at least, part I is...)
Warnings: It may or may not be utterly boring. Give it a shot.
Word count: 5128
Summary: Dorian Remi had just asked the small advertisement firm WildKat to aid her in the opening of her new hotel in Shibuya. However, Neku, the head of the financial department, will learn of a crisis that can topple his company and land him and his coworkers into the slammer. Good thing Joshua is there to help.
Author's note: I was watching a show, and I was like, "OMG, I can run with this." If it seems similar to the original show, that's because I built the plot around it, but I tried to make some differences anyways. Oh, and another thing. I'm not sure, but is Daisukenojo supposed to be the family name or is Bito the family name???
Disclaimer: I do not own TWEWY, its characters, or the show that I based my opening on.
The building was beautiful, and the gasps on the couple's face showed it. Together they walked through the large revolving doors and into the lobby where the heads of staff waited along the sides of the carpet leading to the glass elevator. As the couple grasped each other's hand tightly, they stared in wonder at the extensive interior design. They were oblivious to the bows of the staff before eagerly stepping into the elevator.
Their room was beautiful too. Beige drapes hung around the large circular bed as the Jacuzzi whirred in the balcony beyond the wall of glass. The sunlight bathed the room in a white glow as everything shone. The theme of the room that they had chosen showed clearly on the walls and on the counters of the washroom and kitchen - marble. White and grey swirled together in a mix with splashes of black, and the couple simply stood there before one had jumped the other.
There was a large swimming pool on the roof. A workout gym, a games room, and a sports gym were among the utilities offered on the 29th floor. The 5 star restaurant would be found on the 15th floor. It was paradise.
"This is the promotional video that we had Sheep Heavenly do for us. What did you think of it, Bito-san?" The woman asked.
"Uh...well..." Daisukenojo Bito (otherwise known as Beat) scratched the back of his head, "I'd have to say that it's kinda plain...y'know?" He answered carefully. Dorian Remi regarded him coolly before nodding her head.
"Yes, that's what I had thought of it too." She agreed softly before staring up to the screen before her where the video was being replayed.
Dorian Remi, the powerful CEO of Sparkle Hotels, was known internationally as an ice queen. It was said that it once took a company in the United States three years of preparation and presentations regarding the lawn layout of her newest project in order to satisfy her views. It was common knowledge that even if one company met her expectations, there was an extremely high possibility of her moving her project to another. Employees of the failed companies would complain that they just went through a nightmare.
However, if Dorian Remi was satisfied with one company and actually stayed, their business and reputation would shoot through the roof. A highly valuable opportunity.
"I'd like you to now hear my proposition." Dorian spoke softly. All persons in the room gave her their full attention. She, however, zoned into only one person.
"If your company, Hanekoma-san, can show me a better promotional video, then I will guarantee that," She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, "all advertisement for my new hotel in Shibuya will be controlled by you." The room sucked in a collective breath, and the look on Hanekoma Sanae's face was priceless.
"A-all advertisement? Does that include the slogan, posters, commercials... everything?" Daisukenojo Raimu (nicknamed Rhyme) asked quietly. Dorian gave her a curt nod. The room was instantly filled with small murmurs from one department head to another.
"Holy shit!" Beat breathed to his sister sitting at his side. "This just came out of nowhere, didn't it, Rhyme?" The petite girl just nodded through her excitement. The two siblings were the heads of the video department.
"If we pull this off, man, our reputation totally skyrockets, dude!" Sota, head of the social department, grinned happily at the girl to his side. Nao, his assistant and girlfriend, looked up at him with glittering eyes and nodded her head. "Like, totally!"
"Neku! This is our chance to make it big!" Misaki Shiki poked at his arm with a small smile, her large glasses falling cutely down her flushed nose. Sakuraba Neku glanced sideways at the head of the design department.
"Well..." Neku started. He folded his hands and stared at the serene CEO who was curiously observing their reactions. "I'm not sure."
"What!" Shiki frowned. "This is a great opportunity knocking on our door! We've just got to open it!" Her shout gained the attention of the other department heads.
"It's just that...it's just too good of an opportunity, you know?" Neku murmured as he looked steadily at Dorian who was now staring back with a calm smile.
"I agree. This is just too good to be true." Rhyme nodded from across the table. Beat slammed his fist against the wood.
"Yo lady! What's the catch!" He yelled out. He was instantly slapped upside the head and given dirty looks from his co-workers in the room. He blushed and looked down as Rhyme gave him a sympathetic pat on the head. Dorian chuckled.
"I know this is a large opportunity. However," She said, standing up, "This is an all or nothing deal. Either you take the job, or I will go elsewhere." Sota and Shiki jumped to their feet.
"Dorian-san, please wait! I'm sure we will be able to take on your project and give you a full satisfactions worth!" Shiki reassured from beside Neku. Sota from beside her nodded in agreement.
"Like, we can totally do this!" He grinned and pumped his fist in the air. Rhyme and Beat (whose vision was still pointed to the ground) gave their consent as well.
"If everyone here thinks they can, then the department of finance has no problem with it either." Neku smiled slightly from his seat. "I think...it might be fun for this type of challenge to our employees. It's our first big project." Dorian nodded, a smile gracing her lips.
"You have all decided, but what about your president? Without his consent this project cannot be given to you." She folded her arms, and everyone's gaze turned towards the frowning president.
"Come on, Mr. H! It'll be fun! Just think about what happens if we succeed!" Shiki cheered from her seat. The rest were about to open their mouths when Hanekoma raised his hand to stop them.
"I've decided." He said in a firm tone, and stood to face Dorian. "We will not be taking this project. I'm sorry." He bowed slightly. There was a silence throughout as his employees gaped at him in shock.
"What a pity. Even if everyone else thinks they can handle it, in the end its your boss that doesn't believe in you." She sighed. "That's fine. I will look for someone else to replace you." Dorian replied coolly, and marched her way out the door with her assistants scrambling behind her. The door clicked close when the department heads jumped him.
"Mr. H! What were you thinking! Do you know what we could have done, what we could have been!" Shiki scolded.
"Yo man, you gotta believe in us! We could totally take that project on and ground it into dust!" Beat roared. Protests began to pile up on an unresponsive president. Neku remained quiet and observed his boss.
"Mr. H. What are you so afraid of?" Rhyme murmured sadly. Finally, Hanekoma sighed.
"I just don't think we have the resources to pull this off." Hanekoma shook his head. "Not enough money, not enough staff. We're better off if we take on other multiple projects than just this big one. We also have a better chance in profiting off those multiple projects then gambling our chances on this big one. Sorry, everyone." With that, he stood and walked out of the conference room. Everyone slouched in their chairs in depression after that.
"Well...there goes that." Sota muttered. "This blows." Nao patted his shoulder sympathetically. Shiki and Rhyme heaved out sighs simultaneously. Neku, however, furrowed his brows.
"Mr. H usually isn't that scared. I wonder what's wrong?" He murmured to himself. If anybody had heard, they didn't answer. Packing up his papers, he stood to leave. The rest of the room started to follow reluctantly. As Neku reached for the door handle, he was nearly hit by the door and fell as a figure rushed in.
"Mr. H! What are you doing!" Shiki asked in shock as she rushed to help Neku back to his feet. The orangehead glared at the panting man softly before accepting her hand.
"Uh...how do I put this. Do you guys still want to do that project?" Hanekoma asked awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. The faces of his employees told him the answer as they lit up excitedly.
"Fine then. Dorian will be sending us the information by email," He smiled and slouched into a relaxed form, "so everybody work hard, okay?" Cheers sounded from the room as everybody celebrated. Neku walked over to the smirking president.
"Are you okay, Mr. H? Why the sudden change of heart?" Neku asked suspiciously. Hanekoma threw back his head and laughed loudly.
"Not sure what you're talking about, Phones!" He roared in laughter. Neku frowned and crossed his arms.
"You've known me for years now, and you keep calling me Phones. I don't wear them anymore, you know." Neku said darkly.
"Eh?" Hanekoma blinked. Then he laughed again.
"Right, right. Sorry Phones! Habit." He grinned before leaving. Neku heaved a sigh before following, leaving the cheering crowd behind.
"Hey Neku!" His assistant yelled out of his cubicle as he neared his office. "We heard! This is great!" Shuto jumped excitedly in the air. Disturbed papers flew to the ground from their stacks, but that was ignored. Neku chuckled despite himself.
"Sure is. Now pick those papers up, then get everyone to meet in my office in ten." Neku instructed as he watched Shuto's face fall when he looked around at the mess he had made. "Get someone to help you." He said before entering his office in amusement. Suddenly, Neku stopped and stepped out once more. Shuto and Dan were on their hands and knees picking up the paper.
"Oh yea, and Shuto?" He called airily. The boy looked up curiously.
"Yea?" He asked without getting up.
"Tell everybody to get ready." Neku smirked as he turned to enter his office. "Don't even think about getting home early tonight." At that, he closed the door to his office, missing Shuto's wail of disappointment.
One in the morning, and Neku's team weren't even half done looking over the finance papers sent over by Dorian. By now Shuto and Dan weren't even registering the words on the paper and was swaying back and forth in their chairs. Amy was in the same state, although she tried her best to shake herself awake before falling asleep again. Neku himself was on his third cup of espresso. Looking at his watch, he sighed before shaking his team awake.
"Hey guys, it's late. Go home, have a good rest, I'll see you tomorrow." Their faces lit up, and one by one they left after thanking the man profusely. It wasn't long before Neku was all alone in his office, with his table covered in graphs and numbers. He grunted lightly as he felt his vision waver and stood to make himself some more coffee. When he returned, he slouched in his chair and looked over the same papers that he had been staring at for the past hour. Suddenly, he sat upright and frowned in confusion at the sheet up of paper in his hand.
"Where did all these numbers come from?" He grumbled out loud as he traced his finger down the sheet of paper that described the CEO's budget for her new hotel. Frowning, he grabbed a file from Shuto's pile and flipped through that, his weariness momentarily forgotten. As he reached the last page, he furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Where did all this extra money come from?" He growled. "These numbers just don't add up, and there's no reference as to how the money got here." Angrily, he marched over to his computer in a haze and typed up a quick email. Without checking it over as he usually did, he sent the email and barely wrapped himself in something warm before passing out.
The morning found Neku wrapped in his jacket on the floor having fell out of his chair and slumbering peacefully when his staff silently filed in. Amy and Dan shot each other knowing looks as Shuto bounced over (as only he could in the mornings) and happily shook the sleepy man awake.
"Rise and shiiiiine, Neku! Wakey-wakey!" He sang. The orangehead grumbled under his breath darkly before slowly opening his eyes. Pushing his assistant away, he rubbed a hand over his face before fully registering his surroundings.
"...What are you guys doing in my house?" He asked, blinking away the weariness in his eyes.
"Uh...boss? You're at the office." Amy said quietly as she took a seat at the table. Dan followed her. Shuto grinned and laughed before plopping himself down as well. Neku, however, just blinked in confusion.
"What? Wh-oh. Oooh." He finally realized. Then, with the most composure he could muster under his circumstances, he walked out of the room. He left his three employees laughing in his wake.
Neku entered the rather large men's washroom slowly in order to prevent himself to going back to work. Slouching towards the nearest sink, he took his sweet time in splashing himself in the face to feel more awake. Coffee all the time was unhealthy, after all. After a few splashes, Neku breathed deeply before raising his head to stare at his reflection in the mirror. His blue eyes found nothing wrong with his appearance so far.
Until they darted to the right and found a smirking silveret with violet eyes staring straight into the mirror from behind him.
"Waah!" Neku yelped as he rapidly turned around and tried to back up-only to hit his hip against the sink. Cursing loudly, he temporarily forgot the now giggling man as he held his hip and winced.
"Good job, Neku." Said a smooth voice. Neku's head snapped up violently to stare in shock at the smirking man who had his arms folded.
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" He snapped as he lowered himself into a rather defensive stance with a hurting hip. The silveret giggled.
"Tsk tsk. How rude. My name is Yoshiya Kiryu...or you could call me Joshua." Joshua smirked and offered no other information. Meanwhile, Neku's thoughts were going a mile a minute.
What the hell! This guys just pops out of nowhere! And he knows my name. Who is he, really? Neku frowned. "You still didn't tell me how you know my name." Joshua laughed lightly.
"Details, details." He sang, waving his hand in dismissal. Neku growled lightly, and seeing that his hip didn't hurt as much anymore, he stood to leave.
"Well, I guess I could tell you that I read your email last night." Joshua thought out loud, his finger on his chin in thought. Neku reeled in shock, nearly hitting the sink again in the process.
"Wha-How? I sent that directly into Dorian's email!" He snapped. The man across from him giggled, and started to slowly walking towards him.
"...What are you doing?" Neku asked carefully as he eyed the man who was shortening the distance in between them. "Hey, what-mmf!" A pair of lips crashing suddenly into his cut him off. For a moment all Neku could do was blink and stare in confusion as violet eyes that never closed peered right into his. Then, he realized his situation.
Gathering his strength into his arms that was trapped in between their two bodies, the orangehead pushed against the blue buttoned shirt as hard as he could. He was rewarded when the opposing appendages left his lips, and his mind did a quick victory dance.
It was cut off when Joshua snatched both his hands, slammed them into the mirror behind him and proceeded to kiss him senseless anyways. By now, Neku would realise later, he should be kicking and screaming with all his might, feeling the pain that the broken glass was causing his hands, or the bruising grip of his one hand on both of his wrists. Instead, all he felt was the sensation of the silveret's moving lips against his, the friction that the knee in between his legs was causing his crotch to feel, and a wandering hand that was massaging his hip. Unconsciously, Neku groaned lightly into the kiss.
When they finally broke away from each other, Joshua watched as a panting Neku slid to the floor, holding two fingers to his lips. The standing one giggled.
"Aw, Neku! Don't tell me that was your first kiss!" He laughed. On the ground, Neku clenched and unclenched his hand, while screaming "Of course not, you bastard!" back with a face that was so red that it outdid his hair.
"Course it wasn't." Joshua agreed, though albeit sarcastically. Walking closer once again, he squatted down to Neku's eye level. His hands gripped tightly onto the orangehead's bony shoulders before whispering in his ear.
"You must be wondering what the extra funding into the project means, right?" Joshua kneaded his shoulders. "I can answer all of your questions...for a price." Neku's eyes widened before he pushed the offending man away.
"Screw you! I'll just ask Dorian myself!" With that, he stormed towards the door leaving a smirking figure on the floor.
"...You sure you want to do that?" A voice called out before he laid his hand on the exit. "I'll tell you a secret. Dorian isn't going to answer any of your questions. And she's not going to let you disclose it publicly. And you know why?" Neku turned, his face showing his slight horror, "Because it's illegal, that's why. Dorian has her sources that gets her money to fund her projects illegally while she keeps her profits to herself."
"B-but -" Neku started before getting harshly cut off by a standing Joshua who was now brushing off invisible dust from his clothes.
"I'll tell you something else too, since I'm feeling nice. This particular project has caught the attention of the authorities, and they're ready to bust out any company or individual who has associated themselves with Sparkle Hotels.
"Now usually what Dorian does is that she goes and finds multiple companies to do a single aspect. For example, she might find five companies on advertisement alone. Now why would she give the entire responsibility on a low key, barely known company such as WildKat? Hm?" Neku's eyes widened.
"...To save costs. To save reputation, since the less collateral damage there is the more she can be able to save face. Because we won't gain media attention as much as Sheep Heavenly or whatever." Neku rambled off reasons. Joshua simply watched and giggled.
"At this point, Neku dear, this is a race between you and Dorian. Expose her secret fundings and she will lose, sit in jail while you are off scott free. If she wins and her hotel is built, she can blame you guys and you guys could get busted and have to sit in the slammer...well, then say goodbye to your job and anything else in relation." The silveret finished dramatically. He carefully watched the withdrawn man who had one hand in his pocket and the other massaging his opposite shoulder. He was in deep thought, and Joshua giggled. Neku slowly raised his eyes to meet the silveret.
"If you want to win, you need proof. But trust me, you're never going to find any...unless you have help." Joshua concluded. Neku narrowed his eyes.
"...What were you thinking as an asking price to start at?" He asked slowly, as if afraid to find the answer.
"I've a few ideas." Joshua said huskily before beckoning Neku to come closer. The latter took small, confused steps before he reached the smirking man. Cupping his face with his hand, Joshua leaned in. His other hand curled at his waist.
"...I'll contact you." With that, he turned on his heel and walked right out of the men's washroom without even looking back at the gaping orangehead. The said man blinked once, twice, before shaking his fist in anger at the door.
"What the hell!?"
By the time Neku had exited the washroom, he had cleaned himself up again in peace and left as if there had been no encounter whatsoever. His assistants stared when he entered (apparently, as Shuto will tell him later, he had been gone for almost an hour) but said nothing as he calmly took his seat and discussed the documents in front of them. The four worked steadily and quietly as they crunched numbers, checked, re-checked, and triple checked all the numbers that they were given. At one point Amy was instructed to write a report detailing how much money would be ideal to be used in order to make their advertisements.
In other words, a relatively busy yet boring work day.
Three o'clock, and Neku felt that he had no more energy to work. Wearily, he ordered his assistants home ("Amy, I still want that report on my desk first thing!") before retiring to his computer. He nearly forgot to check his email before he shut down, but wished he did when he opened his inbox.
From: Yoshiya; Subject: The deal
"Shit." Neku cursed bluntly before reluctantly clicking to open.
Hello, Neku.
I have to say that you are quite adept at writing emails to important persons such as Dorian. If I haven't intercepted, I'd say she wouldn't be very pleased. Next time, please refrain from using sentences such as "Tell me where you got your numbers from, or I will go to the police!", will you? It's highly unprofessional.
'Shut it, bastard!' Neku thought angrily, but kept reading anyways.
However, I digress. We made a deal today, did we not? I have in my possession five pieces of proof that will take down Dorian and her lovely hotels. Do not forget that if you cannot build a solid case that will topple her, or that if you let things go the way they are going now, you and your company will end up in jail. Isn't that a happy thought?
Five pieces of evidence, five favours from you. Sound fair? Meet me in the basement parking lot in your office building. Three-thirty, or else the deal is off.
Love, Joshua
"Three thirty?" Neku read aloud. He reached to slowly close the window before his eyes caught the time.
"Three fifteen!" He nearly screamed as he read the digital clock on his desk. "I've got to bolt!" Hastily he grabbed all his things and shoved them harshly into his briefcase. Shoving his coat over his arm, he barely remembered to turn off his computer and lights before running out of the office and almost into the elevator. He nervously bounced from one foot to another while waiting, and once in the enclosed space, repetitively slammed his thumb into the 'basement' button hoping he will arrive faster.
He jumped into the parking lot just as his watched beeped three thirty. Neku breathed a sigh of immense relief before doubling over from too much stress on his nerves. Holy shit. He thought to himself before raising his head and looking around. Where is he? Straightening his back, he waited anxiously in front of the basement door, continuously looking in all directions for a sight of a silver haired man.
Joshua, of course, did show up in the end. Around ten minutes late. He pulled up to a raging Neku in a small, modest, red classic mini cooper. He reached across the passenger seat to smile slyly at the man, asking, "Hope you were here on time, Neku."
"What the hell!" Neku roared, his patience thrown away eons ago. "Of course I was here on time! What the hell were YOU?"
Joshua shrugged in disregard. "I was caught up in some things." He replied smoothly. "Now, get in." Neku stared.
"What?" He gaped before eyeing the silveret (who was now rolling his eyes in displeasure) in suspicion. "I'm not going to go anywhere with you." He declared.
"Silly, silly Neku. I guess you want to sit in jail then." Joshua giggled. "That's fine with me, you know." The orangehead looked around desperately, as if the surroundings could give him a clue as to what to do next. Then, he sighed before opening the car door and plopping himself inside.
"Where are we going?" He asked exasperatedly. Joshua gave a smirk before flooring out of the basement. "You're going to change."
Joshua, to Neku's pleasant surprise, drove him to his apartment. As they arrived at the complex, the wary passenger turned to stare at his driver. "How did you know where I live?" He asked tiredly. Joshua giggled.
"Change, and be back in five. Casual wear, alright?" He replied, and Neku, tired from arguing, sighed before leaving the car. Slowly walking towards the elevators, he roughly gave the security guard a nod before jabbing his finger into the 'up' button. From waiting for the elevator, to trudging to his door on the fifth level, Neku carefully thought of nothing. There really wasn't any use of panicking or getting angry. At this point, all he could do was go with the flow, and that was what, as he pulled on a white shirt with blue vertical stripes, he intended to do.
Sure enough, he returned to a patient Joshua who raked his eyes over Neku's outfit before nodding in satisfaction. As the orangehead climbed back into the passenger seat, Joshua started the car and started to drive out of the parking space once the door was closed. Neku scowled as he quickly put on his seatbelt, and without looking at the other man, asked, "Where are we going?"
"My first favour from you, dear. Go on a date with me." Joshua answered instead. Neku's gaze shot to the serenely smiling man before furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"...what?" He stared.
"Go out on a date with me. I've already got everything prepa-" Joshua repeated before Neku cut him off.
"A date? Between two guys? Can't you ask anybody else?" He snapped. "I mean, why me?" Joshua giggled.
"Don't be silly. You're just convenient, and I wanted something to do. Really, if you look at it my way," He smiled, looking at Neku as he slowed to a stop in front of the red light, "it's really better than anything else that I could have told you to do." Neku grumbled, but didn't argue. There really were worst things that could have happened.
"Will you at least tell me where we are going?"
"Tsk, tsk. Patience is a virtue, you know."
The groaning man barely caught himself before slamming his head against the window.
In a surprising move for a man who could intercept Dorian's emails, they pulled up in front of one of the more popular ramen bars in town. Neku got out staring at the Ramen Don sign as Joshua walked from around the corner having parked his car at the back.
"Ever been here before, Neku?" The silveret asked as they entered the establishment.
"Yea, years ago. Back then nobody knew about this place, and Ken Don was the guy who ran it." Neku said, nodding as they found two seats at the bar.
"Heh. That really is years ago. Ever tried his son's recipes?" He leaned against the table, staring up at the menu hanging overhead.
"Not really. Never found the time to." Neku shrugged as he picked out his old favourite.
"Shame. The shio ramen he makes is almost identical." At that, Joshua caught the attention of one of the chefs and ordered; Neku followed right after. "It's plain, and it's simple. Suits me perfectly."
"Hm. I've always liked all of his creations, but I do feel like shoyu tonight." The other commented, shrugging lightly. Joshua made a face.
"But the soup is salty!"
"But you're the one who's ordering ramen with a salted base!"
"That's different, Neku."
"How is that different!?"
"Well, you see..." Joshua was momentarily interrupted as their food orders were placed happily in front of them. But even then their conversation did not cease. They argued as they ate their food, they debated as they walked to the car after fighting over who was paying the bill (Joshua had insisted that Neku pay while the latter had flatly refused; he gave in later to stop bothering business), and they had heated discussions as the silveret drove. The thought of where they were going didn't even cross Neku's mind until the car stopped and the engine turned off.
"I'm telling you, th-where are we?" Neku blinked as he broke off from his train of thought to look bewilderedly out the windows. Joshua giggled.
"Can't even recognize your own apartment complex, Neku?" Joshua asked with a smirk on his face. The addressed blushed hotly, yelled out a "Shut up!" before scrambling to unbuckle his seatbelt. His hand paused before opening the car door. Turning to Joshua, he frowned in confusion.
"...wait. That's it?" He asked. Joshua raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" Neku flushed and started to look around nervously.
"Well...this! This is your favour? This is all you wanted me to do?" He waved his hands around in a lack of a better idea to describe what 'this' was. The driver giggled.
"Unless you wanted to do something else...?" He asked, a sly grin growing on his face. Neku sputtered before pushing the door open, scrambling out, and slamming the door shut without a hint of a proper farewell. Joshua watched as Neku ran into the complex, giggling all the way.
"How cute."
"Boss, are you feeling alright?" Asked Amy as she walked into Neku's office. The said man looked up in surprise from his computer screen, coffee cup in one hand. He furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Yeah, I'm okay. What's up?" He replied. Amy walked up and placed the report on his desk before cocking her head to the side, peering at her boss curiously.
"No, it's just that...hm. Never mind." She nodded in resolve before excusing herself. Neku stared at the door before shaking his head. Must be a woman thing, he concluded. With that, he downed his coffee before re-reading the email that Joshua had sent him surprisingly early.
Dear Neku,
Good job on completing my first favour. I must say that I rather enjoyed myself.
My second favour from you will take place a week from now. In other words, please get yourself excused from work, as you will be taking me to do something of your choice. Do something that's not boring, alright, Neku?
Love, Joshua.
P.S. Check out bank accounts SP57183r5 and DR78125s33.
Neku wasted no time in pulling out the files. Date planning can be set for later.
Author's note: Okay, I'm stopping here. I thought of this idea maybe about...three or four weeks ago, and never really realised how much I still need to write before completing it. Sooo....hahaha. I didn't intend for it to be this long. It just...happened. Can you tell at some parts I got lazy? If you can...I...oh, I don't know...I'll give you a cookie. =D
Which reminds me. I need help from you guys!!! I can't find any Neku and Joshua smex ANYWHERE, so if you guys have any links please send them to mee!! Forever grateful!!