Neku wanted one thing as he hurried home in the pouring rain.
He wanted to go to bed.
What he did NOT want to do is stumble upon Shibuya's Composer lying face up like a disgarded throw rug on the street, clearly unconscious and barely breathing. He looked like he'd been thrown from the top of 104 into the murky puddle he was prone in now, body shaking in fever.
He did NOT want to leave his once-murderer stranded, in this condition, in this...incredibly mortal...condition...that the blond boy was in now, not when he needed protection from others who no doubt sought his position and would take advantage of his weakness and erase him the instant they lay eyes on him.
"How the hell did you end up like this, Josh?" Neku muttered, putting the limp blond on his shoulders "Who'd you piss off this time?"
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He lay his friend on the rather large and cushiony couch that took up most of the space in his apartment. The pale haired Composer looked...too frail...for his liking. Neku was no fool. He knew that this body was what Joshua used to wander Shibuya, and not his true form. This knowledge didn't make what he saw any less disturbing.
As he covered the admittedly small frame of his friend with a blanket, the orange haired boy couldn't help but notice the thinness of the being before him. Why would Joshua...the damn Composer, use this beanpole of a façade instead of something...more intimidating?! Unless...Neku paused in readying a pot of water to make some shio ramen to warm his guest's insides.
Unless this was how Joshua had looked before he died.
This made little sense to Neku. The way his second partner acted suggested a high level of breeding, as did his infuriatingly prissy attitude. Here was someone used to getting what they wanted, money being no object. Therefore, Neku concluded that the Kiryu family must have been, to put it mildly, filthy rich. The whole family had to have eaten quite well.
So why the hell was Joshua so damn thin?!
Neku shuddered. There could be several reasons for it actually, and what he had gleened from the teen himself, the boy had a rare gift that wasn't at all accepted in the RG. A gift that coud have led to bullies stealing his lunches during school, or missed meals at home due to an argument of insisting what he saw was indeed real, or even—and the orange haired teen shuddered—even due to Joshua 'deciding he belonged' in the UG.
Whatever the reason, it was distressing to the young teen, almost more distressing than the fact that this unconscous, shivering, thin-as-a-noodle form on his couch was actually the most powerfull being in Shibuya, brought low by something strong enough to break a few ribs and an arm, and render him totally helpless.
As the teen finished preparing the Composer's favorite dish, he noticed faint movements coming from the couch, and a rather grating wheezing noise as well, followed by a ragged cough that shook the small frame violently. Quickly, Neku flipped Joshua over, and allowed the hacking blond to cough water and a bit of blood on his carpet.
"Easy there, Josh" Neku soothed, rubbing his friend's back and once again cursing whatever had been responsible for making his ribs so prominent under the white lilac shirt. "That's it...let it out."
After hacking his insides out for a full minute, the shaking form of Yoshiya Kiryu finally opened his violet eyes, now half-lidded and bright with fever, and looked at his rescuer.
"Oh...hello my dear, dear Proxy."
He then slumped over, once again unconscious. Neku shook his head and tucked him back under the covers.
"Shut up you bastard." Neku chuckled softly as he went to fetch another blanket.
"Just shut up."