Neku: You cut the story after I mention my name?! Is it THAT bad?

Me: No, I really like it actually. It's my name on Facebook, you have an account?

Neku: I can't get internet in the Game, you know, unless you say I can

Me: Ooooh! SPOILER ALERT!

Jason: For the love of Hera, just say what you came here to say

Me: Right, I should probably go and write my Biology essay

Jason: No, the disclaimer you Greek

Me: Oh, right. I do not own Percy Jackson or The World Ends With You characters, so please don't think otherwise

In fact, he was huffing and puffing just as badly as I was. How did that work? I would've noticed if he was being chased, seeing as we're confined to this area by a stupid wall.

'Had a nice jog I presume' I said. He looked at me incredulously.

'Not funny. There's no. tim-' he stuttered, before revealing his hand. I almost fell over again.

'TWO MINUTES?! Gods! What do we do?!' I exclaimed, my heart was racing faster than when I challenged Reyna to a chariot race. The boy managed to gain his bearings and control his breathing faster than I did.

'Your hopeless, follow me' he commented, before sprinting away like a torpedo, literally. He was a nothing but a blur, whizzing through the scrambled crossing. I kicked my feet off the ground and willed the air currents to help me keep up. We covered at least two kilometres, but the distance fell away in just one minute! I lowered myself so that we were travelling side-by-side.

'Over there!' he exclaimed, pointing at some jean's advertisement atop a jet black skyscraper. The advertisement read: TEN-FOUR.

'If I'm right, all we have to do is touch the base of the building to meet the mission's terms. If not, thanks for saving me back there'. I found myself at a loss for words, not just because I had to keep up with an orange torpedo, but because he thought we were goners. It was also pretty obvious that we had four hundred more metres left to cover and I was tiring fast. With only ten seconds left on the timer, we simultaneously touched the base of the building. Upon contact, my hand twitched and the timer was gone. Both the boy and I landed flat no our backs, on the hard, flat concrete, and didn't care.

'Made it! Guess you won't be getting rid of me anytime soon' I exclaimed between panting breaths. Orange boy just grunted and I didn't blame him; the atmosphere did most of the work for me while this guy had to run for his life. That said, I wanted to know how he learned to run that fast. I gave him about five minutes to rest before I stood up again. Only he wasn't next to me anymore. He was leaning on the skyscraper, eyes closed and nodding his head rhythmically, as if to a beat. Now that my life was no longer in imminent danger, I gave him a once-over.

I would've killed to have my hair spiked like his; not a single strand obscured his vision despite such a large volume. Pretty unfair if you asked me; my hair was short, spiky and messy blonde, AND I still got hair in my eyes every once in a while. He wore large purple headphones, had a fair complexion, a face that always seemed down or bored and he was exceptionally skinny. That said, it was somewhat strange to see him in a baggy sleeveless shirt, white long-shorts and shoes that resembled Mickey Mouse's. The design on his shirt was the graffiti logo, 'Gatito'.

'How did you do that?' I asked. That didn't fail to surprise him.

'What?' he asked, averting his gaze to the orange-tinged sky.

'You ran like a torpedo, I've never seen a person run anything like that in my life' I replied. He frowned trying to give me an answer.

'What's it to you? You can fly, I can run fast. Sounds fair enough to me' he responded. He genuinely looked clueless, so I let the question go. I had more important questions to ask.

'Will you at least tell me how you took out the timers?' I asked. He looked at me in slight disbelief, raising a brow.

'Come on Superman, it was obvious. The mission mail said we had to beat the noise AND reach Ten-four. The frogs were what we needed to remove the barrier' he replied. The barrier, I hadn't even considered that I didn't run into it while chasing the boy.

'It's Jason Grace, dear partner, though Superman and I are usually mistaken for each other. How about you Mr. Orange? You just happened to know where 'Ten-four' was? ' his expression grew confused for a moment, but he shrugged it off.

'I-I was born here' he replied unsteadily. He was definitely holding something back. I stood up and tried to reassure him by patting him on the shoulder.

'But?' I pushed on. He looked like he was struggling to piece something together, but he didn't respond.

'I'm your partner, orange boy. Tell me what's bugging you. Or at least give me your name' I said. He buried his face in the building's shadow, then sighed.

'I ran to Ten-four because of a gut feeling. When I woke up in the scramble and saw you a few metres away, I couldn't remember anything about myself; much less what I was doing at the scramble in the first place. All I could remember was that I was born here…'

'And…?' I pressed on. He contained snort directed at me and hid his face.

'and that my name was Neku. Neku Sakuraba' he replied.