The once-introvert would like to think he didn't have an enemy in the world.

No bullies found him entertaining enough to torment, since he pretty much made it abundantly clear he hated everyone equally.

But now things were different.

Now he was a little more open. Now there was a kink in his armor.

Now there was blood in the water.

Now he was a target.

Most incidents went by quickly and harmlessly. A push here, a knocking-books-out-of-his-hands there, no big deal.

What was a big deal...was when four jocks decided it would be hilarious to take his headphones and tape them to the train tracks.

After taping them to Neku's hand.

Granted, they thought that the track was out of commission, and therefore weren't intending on commiting cold-blooded murder...

But their information was sorely incorrect.

So now, Neku was stuck to the middle of the tracks, with the light of an oncoming train rapidly approaching him and shining its beacon of death in his face, while announcing his oncoming doom with its cheery whistle.

Suddenly, all Neku saw was white. Blinding,overwhelming, glowing white. He heard the train, he felt the ground benieth him shake as it...passed through...him.

The white mass in front of him...surrounding him, parted like curtains. White, glowing, feathery curtains.

Wings?

The mass of beauty disappeared, and Neku found himself free and on the side of the tracks.

The next day, the four jocks responsible for his near-death experience didn't even look his way. When he passed them in the halls, they gave him a very wide birth.