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The World Ends With You
Twister
Chapter 3
Polite Abductor
Joshua stepped away from the dirty window and gazed around the room once more. He couldn't tell what century it was from, but judging by the colors and furniture it wasn't anywhere near Shibuya's time.
The composer's violet eyes landed on the door and a frown formed on his lips. Could he just leave? Would it be that simple? Is whoever, or whatever, brought him here that foolish?
Walking over, he reached his hand out and gripped the golden doorknob. He gave a grunt as he tried to turn it, but it wouldn't budge. Thinking it stuck, he placed his other hand on it and sharply tugged it to the side. The silverette growled as he realized that, while old, it wasn't stuck but locked.
Stepping back from the door, he reached into his pocket, planning on grabbing his cell phone, but soon found it empty. Only slightly paniced, he carefully searched his other pocket only to end up with the same results.
Joshua quickly patted himself from his chest down to his legs. Still not finding it, he ran to the bed and began to search it. It wasn't under the pillows or the covers. He couldn't find it under the bed or in the drawers of the nightstands. He checked the table, chairs, and even near the window and on top of the canopy. Still no orange cellular phone.
"Where is it?" He whispered, still looking wildly around the room. "I need it. It's the only thing I can use to safely channel my powers. Did that thing that attacked me take it?"
Eventually, Joshua gave up and sat on the now messed up bed. While he was mainly a neat freak, he couldn't even bring himself to care. His cellphone was missing. Some might call him an addict for it, but he didn't care right now. All Josh wanted was to find his phone and get out. If he attempted an escape with just his bare hands, that would more than likely alert his captors.
"I don't have much choice do I?" The boy sighed. He stood from the bed and made his way back towards the door. He held his pale hand out and closed his eyes. He felt his energy gathering in his core and began to nudge it up. It streamed into his chest and down his arms. He felt it gathering at his fingertips-
"Gyahh!"
-But something stopped it. Joshua pulled his hand back and gripped his wrist. Quickly, to stop the pain, he eased the energy back and calmed it once it returned to his core. The composer's hand continued to steam as he glared daggers at the doorknob.
He didn't understand! Why didn't his energy release? It should not have backfired like that. What could have happened? It was then Joshua saw it. It was small but in the center of his hand. A black symbol. It was a Sigil. Almost like a Taboo Refinery Sigil, but this one was different. It was meant to suppress power-specifically Imagination. Imagination like that of the Composer's.
"Great," he grounded out and the grip on his wrist grew tighter with frustration,"Now how am I supposed to get out?" The doorknob began to jiggle and Joshua jumped back. A soft click was heard and the door opened.
A boy, about eighteen, walked in. He had long, black hair tied in a ponytail and sharp blue eyes. His outfit was plain and semi-formal, with a button up shirt and pressed pants. If it wasn't for the gun attatched to his leg in a holster, the Composer might have thought him a butler.
He stared at Joshua for a moment before he gave a pleasant grin, a grin a servant might use to his master or guest. As if to emphasize the point, he gave a polite bow.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Kiryu," he smiled,"I am Marcus Kavaro and I will be your escort around the mansion for the time being. I do hope you did not have too much of a headache when you awoke, yes?"
'Marcus' had a slight accent. It reminded Joshua a bit of one of those old American, vampire movies, a transylvanian accent he believed it was called(1). What was the movie called again? Baticula? Alucard? He was sure it started with a 'Count', but for the life, or unlife, of him he couldn't remember at the moment.
"Good afternoon to you, too, Mr. Kavaro." deciding to play it safe, Joshua gave a polite smile back,"I did have a slight pain in the back of my head, but it wasn't too bad. Went away rather quick. Now, if I may ask, what do you mean by 'escort'?"
Marcus merely kept his smile and answered,"As it sounds. I will be accompanying you throughout the mansion. If you wish to head anywhere specific, I will have to come with you-no exceptions, I'm afraid. Granted I will give you the privacy you need, but do not think I will turn a blind eye easily."
While he continued to put up the act of the gracious valet, Joshua did not miss the edge in his voice. Obviously what he meant by 'blind eye' was 'shoot on sight'.
"Lovely," he tried to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, but he was sure he failed,"You certainly are hard working, perhaps you're boss will give you a raise soon."
There was a quirk in the raven's lips but it happened so fast Joshua was almost sure he didn't see it: Almost.
"Perhaps," he said, nodding in agreement,"While I do find this conversation most fascinating, I believe we should be going." Joshua feigned surprise,"Going? Do pray tell where?"
This time, Joshua could see the slight smirk,"Down to the den in the foyer."
As they walked down the hall, Joshua made a quick note that they must be in a mansion, but what kind he could not tell. Kavaro made it a point to take as many twists and turns as possible. There were several times Joshua was sure they were going in circles. He never voiced this though. Perhaps Kavaro figured that he would try and confuse the youth.
'He obviously does not know me well, then,' the composer thought, doing his best to keep the smirk off his face. Even while walking, Joshua made sure to memorize where they turned, which way they went, the length of the hallways, anything and everything. After all if he was going to form some plan to escape he might as well remember where in the world he was going to go.
Suddenly, they took a right and the other almost looked at his 'escort' in suspicion. They walked for about three minutes before coming to a stairway. Like the gracious person he was, Kavaro allowed Joshua to walk beside him, but kept his blue gaze fixed onto the composer. Obviously Marcus did not plan on letting him escape, but that didn't bother Josh. He was expecting this resistance and it was only a matter of time before he managed to get out.
Kavaro led them both to the right of the large foyer, which only had a rug and a few plants, towards an archway covered by old curtains.
Stopping, the raven turned and bowed to the composer.
"My master awaits you in the Den. Enter when you are ready."
'Like I have a choice,' Joshua scowled mentally, but still managed to put up the facade and say,"Thank you very much, Mr. Kavaro. I do hope your 'Master' is as gracious as you." Without another word, and ignoring the cold aura coming from the young male, Joshua stepped behind the curtain.
The room looked much like the one he had been in. The era was obviously a century or two old, but it was still not one Joshua could recognize. There was a fireplace on one side of the room, fresh logs inside. There were older lamps on small side tables, and older looking rugs. There were three couches in the center of the larger room. Two sat opposite each other and the other was a love seat that sat at the foot of the other two. In the middle was a coffee table already set with fine china cups and plates-the plates having small tea snacks on them and the cups filled with the tea.
"It is very nice to finally meet you, Mr. Yoshiya Kiryu." Shifting his violet gaze from the one side of the room with a bookcase, Joshua found himself looking at a man. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties with blond hair neatly combed and rather relaxed green eyes. He wore a simple, white shirt, black pants, and boots. Over the shirt was a red coat with rolled up sleeves and on his hands were white gloves much like Kavaro's. Also like the raven-haired youth, he, too, had a weapon, but it was a sword with a studded handle and inside a black scabbard(2).
"I suppose I can say the same thing." The youth replied, trying to stay to his formal nature, but still stood his ground. "Although, I'm not too happy with being taken from my city." The man nodded and picked up one of the cups.
"I suppose I would be rather upset as well if I were you," His words held no sympathy, and Joshua did not want it,"However, I did what I had to. Please, why don't you sit? I'm sure it will be much more comfortable Yoshiya Kiryu, Composer of Shibuya." The boy did not flinch when he had used his full title, and walked calmly to the couch opposite him and sat. He made it a point to cross one leg over the other and folded his hands on top of them, not acknowledging the tea and snacks laid out before him.
He sat with his back straight, trying to be polite to his so-called host, but kept his eyes cold. Yoshiya Kiryu, Composer of Shibuya and Demigod, would not be threatened or controlled by this foolish man.
"I must say, judging by your posture you seem tense," the man's voice seemed to quiver with the faintest of smirks," There is no reason for that. We will not harm you without provocation. Please, do have some tea, or maybe the little pastries. Our cook worked hard to make them for us, they are simply delicious." Joshua did not move and spoke evenly,"While I am sure you are correct, I do not feel very famished nor parched. I believe I will pass."
"Our cook will be sad to hear that-"
"If I may be so blunt, what is it that you want with me?" Yoshiya was tired of beating around the bush and, to be honest, playing nice. He was already having a hard enough time with the higher plane, and getting attacked last night didn't help either. The last thing he wanted was for this man to try to pull something. Then again, ironically, he already has.
The man gave a mock-sigh, but set his cup down, and said,"For starters, my name is Gregory Haiku, but call me Gregory please, no need for formalities. As for why you're here, it has to do with Shibuya's current state. The fact it's, for lack of a better term, 'Conductorless'." Joshua gave the man a sharp look,"I'm afraid that to be Conductor you either have to be a resident of Shibuya, friend's with the Composer, or be accepted by Shibuya itself. Seeing as you have kidnapped me, I highly doubt Shibuya and myself would consider you a friend. As for the residency, your vibe is unfamiliar. Ergo, you are more than likely not a resident of Shibuya's walls."(3)
Gregory allowed himself to chuckle, but that was all the reaction the Composer got. He leaned forward, looking the younger in the eye,"I know this, and you're right on every account. However, I do not plan on being Conductor of Shibuya. Oh, no. I plan on jacking, not only Shibuya, but your very life, Mr. Kiryu."
1)-This is not meant to offend in any manner. I was simply using it becuase when I thought of Marcus in my head, this was the one of the first things to accompany it. Also, I may be mistaking with the 'Transylvanian' part, so please correct me if I'm wrong.
2)- The reason I bothered with this description, and not so much with Marcus, is because I usually like to give my readers a good introduction to my characters, and how they look is merely a part of that. That and it just so happens that Joshua has met our main villian for this story, so it is only proper that I give him a good description.
3)-This may or may not be true, but seeing as it is fanfiction and I don't think it gave a description in the game, I will take it upon myself to make this rule.
Hey guys, how've you been? How long has it been since I updated? Months now. Yeah, I can't really offer up an exscuse so I hope a simple apology will do. This goes out to everyone who reads this story, on fanfiction itself, and whoever else deserves the apology. I want bother with the exscuses or the why's. You guys really don't deserve that.
Anyway, how was this chapter? Not too bad I hope. Before you ask, yes I have other chapters for this story written up and will post them soon. I'm not gonna post them tomorrow or anything, but hopefully it won't be a month before I do. I plan on writing up a few more chapters before I post a new, just so I have them at the ready. So Joshua has met our villian and now knows his plot. Does this count as world domination since it's only Shibuya? I'm not trying to make him too typical, but sometimes villians are so easy to predict one cannot help themselves. Maybe I'll poke fun at Gregory later for that, who knows? Also, sorry about the really short paragraphs.
