The Mom Friend

At first, if you had asked Neku if he had become the mom friend of the Wicked Twisters, he would have laughed in your face.

Because while he would admit he loved the youngins'—and was very protective of them—some old habits of wanting to be cool, and being somewhat rough around the edges, died hard.

But it was with Nagi that Neku finally realized that this was the case.

The girl had decided to go vegetarian, but her body was rejecting not having a lot of protein and thus needed something like nuts this very instance? Who was it but Neku, who went out to buy her some, at near three o'clock in the morning (because he was a good friend and had expanded his horizons that much), since her parents had recently died in a car crash and they could no longer do it for her, the poor girl.

So, Neku crept into Nagi's dorm window around one-forty-five-ish—which, looking back on it, probably hadn't been a good idea and could have scared his friend. But, hey: Neku had gotten used to being in the Game. And the week that Coco brought him back before he ran into Beat, he'd been in hiding, and had maybe gotten used to the idea some; and Nagi didn't seem spooked, so maybe her mind was still stuck on sneaking around in the Reapers' Game, too—and Nagi took the food out of Neku's hands like it was the easiest thing in the world before ruffling his hair.

"Much obliged, Lord Neku," she said as she fixed her glasses in this dim lighting, so she could see him better. Or so Neku guessed. "Now, hopefully, I can feel better enough, that I can work on my essay about the Canterbury Tales. …No one knows such suffering as me," Nagi moaned, before going back to her bed and starting on the cashews.

"No, problem," Neku said then—feeling sort of awkward, as he went to mess with a pair of headphones that were no longer on his person anymore—"if you need help with it… I, uhh, guess I could try and lend a hand. I have university coming up soon, too. And I know they'll have me doing some English stuff, so…"

"Unless you want to be bored to tears, I suggest that you not make such a promise, unless your heart knows little joy," Nagi warned him.

And Neku didn't have to be told twice. So, he did backout of helping her with that paper.

But he knew when he visited Shiki soon—and she asked him what he'd been up to—she would still tease him about being the mom friend, for going out and buying protein for Nagi in the wee hours of the morning.

And it continued on like that… and Neku was somewhat loath to admit it, because hey: he had an image to uphold here.

But then again… maybe not, because if this was him pushing out his borders as far as they would go—as Mr. H had instructed him to do three years ago—Neku knew he would gladly do so… even at the risk was being called a "mom", and even an "old maid", or something.

Right now, Rindo had severely hurt his ankle… and who was he holding onto as they hobbled away, with designs to get him to a hospital? Neku.

"This is the last time I ever try something from the 90's again!" Rindo complained, as Neku was half-carrying him to his car now (and how nice it was, that Neku could drive now—from memories of another him that hadn't lost such formative years—that Joshua had implanted into his head).

"Yeah, Rindo… scooters were cool and everything—yours truly had one—but even I don't know why you decided to try and bring them back now of all times… Especially since they had a bad habit of spinning right back around and nailing you in the ankle… which you know all too well now,"

And godamnit. Neku really had become the mom friend, huh, if he was now telling his younger friend this venture had been dangerous from the get-go, and how he could have easily seen that if he'd tried to?

Neku pulled on one of his spikes, irritated with himself here, but tried not to show Rindo, lest he think he was mad at him.

"Well, I'd thought about getting a motor scooter," Rindo explained, Neku loading his pal into his backseat now. "So, I think that's what got scooters on my brain… But I was trying to be green, and still think of a faster way to catch things in FanGo than walking! And now look where it got me. Oy! …But I guess I shouldn't be complaining. This should be the least of my problems, when just a few weeks ago I was fighting for you guys' survival, huh?"

And Rindo paused in where he'd been about to put a hand over his eyes, to peek at Neku now who was currently getting into the driver's seat—as if he was asking for the past Living Legend to remind the new one to have his priorities straight.

"For real," Neku told Rindo, whilst he started to pull away now. "When I got out, I was mostly thinking about the Game… about what Joshua did, and how even then, I still trusted him but couldn't forgive him. And I was so excited to finally meet up with my friends—to finally have some and care about that—be glad, Rindo, that you got out with your friends, and there's so much trust between you. Like there is between Josh and I now."

And Rindo set down his phone then—apparently like he had when he first met Shoka in the RG—like he was really listening to what Neku had to say, and he had to appreciate that.

And it might have been his imagination… but Neku could have sworn he saw a flash of blue nodding his head at Neku's words, as it sat back there with the injured Rindo.

The next time Neku ended up being the "mom" for someone in the Wicked Twisters, after the Game, it was with Fret.

It was towards the end of his and Rindo's sophomore year of high school…

Fret had been ecstatic to come back to life, Neku had known, and wasn't wasting his second chance. He had really thrown himself into his studies, Rindo had told Neku in private (quite proudly, Neku might add).

If he could keep it up, he would probably even be able to graduate early. And talent scouts were looking at him, Neku had been told: towards a kid who hadn't strived that hard in school, but now was and excelling because of it.

Naturally, Fret had decided that his calling was fashion—everyone who had been playing the Reapers' Game with him would have gathered just how much he loved clothes—and apparently he had really thrown himself into designing towards the end of the year, and was trying to put a portfolio together for Jupiter of the Monkey to look at: who the school was suggesting he try and intern with, as they had some connections with (and damn, if Neku didn't wish he'd gone to Fret and Rindo's school now, being a huge J of the M fan himself).

Part of Neku wondered why Fret just didn't try to intern with Shiki during his senior year, but perhaps it was because he was afraid Shiki would just give him the position because they were friends and not because she really thought he was talented.

Anyway… Fret hadn't gotten the internship. J of the M had said the Fret should try to use less color (you know what? Maybe Neku didn't like them very much anymore…).

And since then… Fret had seemed to give up on his dream of being a fashion designer, and was trying to be an actor.

And, look: Neku had no problem if him wanting to do both, if he thought he could do it and this was really what Fret wanted… though call him crazy, but he felt like something else was at work here: something that Neku and Shiki had both experienced before.

So, Neku had sat Fret down to talk about it at Ken Doi's—away from the filmmakers who were currently trying to film in Dogenzaka, that Fret had just been a part of—and laid it all out on the table, "It's okay… to get Imposter Syndrome. I've had it before with my art. Even Shiki has before. But if you want to be an artist, you're going to fall down a few times… Fret, I feel like you don't want to be an actor, so much as you don't mind people dinging your acting, because that isn't something you care about as much as your designing."

And after Neku had spoken, Fret somehow looked both like Neku had made him had an epiphany he hadn't quite realized, and like Neku had stumbled upon the horrible truth he hadn't wanted anyone to figure out.

Neku took a bite of the yummy curry that Ken Doi had been kind enough to make just for him, after he'd brought Joshua around recently (he'd said he'd missed the two of them. Go figure), and let Fret get his bearings.

And now he was sighing, and running a hand through his hair, much like Neku often did. Neku smiled, finding it hard not to sympathize.

"Oh, man. I really do have to get back into fashion, huh?"

"You do," Neku agreed, wondering what wonderful articles of clothing Fret might come up with for him to wear in the future. Shoka, too. Really, with those two and Shiki and Eri, Neku had it made in the clothes department, and he was not complaining. "And it'll be hard sometimes. But most things in life worth gaining are."

And when Fret smiled back at him, Neku knew he'd made some progress here—which was good—and then he did one thing that was decidedly not mom-like, and let Fret get the bill. Why? Because Neku was a starving college student at this point, and Fret still had parents who paid for stuff for him.

And then the last person who needed Neku's help (…for now, he guessed. Because apparently this was a full-time gig. And at this point, Neku wasn't complaining because he happily would have taken custody of all the Wicked Twisters long ago if he could've), was Shoka.

…Who was freaking out after Rindo having tried to give her a promise ring and wasn't at all being her usual FanGo loving self, where Rindo was concerned.

And, yeah… Shoka could be a bit of a tsundere sometimes, but Neku felt like the issue ran much deeper.

Neku also happened to see Shoka looking into the mirror a lot lately… And at first, he wondered if she'd become self-conscious like Shiki had been.

But upon hearing the arrogant comments that Shoka still said about herself—that Neku's surrogate little sister so deserved to say, he thought—he knew that wasn't the case.

He tried to use a bit of his soul power on her… because it turned out that Neku was strong enough to use it in the RG some, but all that really told the ginger was that it was a deep-rooted issue with Shoka and not what said issue was.

Finally, Neku knew he had to just talk to her.

"Let me in, Shoka," he urged her—after he'd caught her looking at wedding dresses in her apartment at a group hang-out (it was just the two of them at said hang-out right now; everyone else had gone to get food for everybody). "Tell me what you're thinking."

And it was pretty fitting, Neku would later think, that he used Shiki's old words to him with Shoka here, since she made him think of Shiki some—what with her favorite Mr. Mew hoodie and all. Especially when they'd been in the Game.

And at his question, Shoka sighed—like opening her thoughts to Neku was the biggest burden in the world—and dropped the magazine like it had burned her.

"What?" she demanded, fiddling with the zipper at her neck. "About Rindo? I feel like him wanting to give me a promise ring is silly—and of a time gone by—so of course I told him 'no', and give him a hard time about it. Not all of us can be you and Shiki, you know…"

And with that, Shoka seemed content to ignore Neku, and to go boot up her PS5 so she could play the "Stranger of Paradise" demo.

And, hey: more power to her—Neku thought it looked sick, too—but no way was he letting her get off that easily. "That's a lie, Shoka, and we both know it. So, what's really going on here?"

Shoka was sighing once more now—as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. And it probably was, with this tragic girl—but she shuffled on the couch closer to Neku, which he saw as a good sign. "Fine… I guess I should have known that I couldn't lie to Mr. Soul-Reader… I just- I feel I look too much like them: Ayano and my little sister. And I know it's dumb, but I worry about it.

"Will I be like Ayano and settle into one thing? Like, say I get really into being Rindo's girlfriend here… but I force myself to marry him one day, because he really wants that: what if we end up living a loveless life because of that, I didn't want to tie the knot but forced myself to just because it was what he desired? And since I look like Little Sis… If Rindo and I do end up together, what if I end up dying young like she did and leaving Rindo alone. It's too much."

And here Neku had to pull Shoka into a small hug and kiss the crown of her head, whilst he ran calming hands down her arms. Shoka had been through way too much trauma for someone so young. It wasn't fair. But even with all of that… Neku had to make sure she was sure of one thing right now.

So, he got off the couch and kneeled in front of Shoka, so she was looking into his eyes, and wouldn't miss how serious this was. "Shoka… you definitely have a lot of baggage there, that I do think you should talk to Rindo about. And I'm so sorry that you've lost so much family for someone so young… but know that your family isn't you. Their lives aren't yours, nor are the things that they did. The things you do are going to be totally different from them, and you have to make those decisions for yourself. Got it?"

"Okay, Neku," Shoka allowed, while she helped to pull Neku back up now. And she seemed to be blushing a little… but that was okay, because so was he. Neku may have been the mom of this little group, but big declarations of the heart like that could still be hard for him.

"Thanks!" Shoka beamed, before throwing herself at Neku to give him a quick hug this time.

And Neku laughed slightly. "No problem. Now, what do you say we get super far in this awesome demo before our friends get back, for being losers in forgetting to take us with them to get the food?"

"I think that sounds like a pretty sweet deal!" Shoka agreed, already pulling away from Neku and going for the controller.

Yeah… though Neku had certainly never signed up to be these four's mom—and he still had no idea how that had happened—he now knew he wouldn't change it for the world.

Especially when the rest of his children came back happy—which was always a perfect sight to see—and Shoka did end up working things out with Rindo.

It was a wonderful world, indeed.

Author's Note: Yeah, I'm headcanoning here that the last Dive that you do (not counting Rhyme) for the little ghost from Shinjuku was Shoka's sister.

Hope you all enjoyed!