Challenge Wide-Warning: Possibility of boy love, adult concepts, adult language, A/U, A/R, etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends With You other than the actual item to play the game.
For this chapter: A/R, Joshua-centric
Author's Note: sorry for all the update alerts for the few of you that have alerted this already or are on my author alert. I'm writing them as they come to me, so when I update my brain has been immediately clicking back over to the list of themes and spots one and starts writing again.
75. Mirror
Joshua glared at his reflection, more specifically at the strand of hair poking completely straight up and refused to cooperate with him. He was the Composer! He couldn't have a bad hair day, that would be just absurd. And the Composer knew it wasn't all his own fault, it was the reflection, the mirror Joshua. Joshua crossed his arms and watched as his reflection leaned against the mirror frame instead, smirking.
"Are you planning on cooperating today?" He questioned the reflection, ignoring the incredulous stare Sanae gave him from the other side of the coffee bar. His reflection shook his head and Joshua heaved a sigh.
A hat wouldn't match the current outfit; he'd have to change… again… for the fifth time. Every outfit so far had something wrong with it: coffee stain, hole in the pocket, fraying hem, tear in the collar and now because his outfit didn't go with his astoundingly large collection of hats. Neku would probably laugh had he seen how many hats the Composer had, but that was beside the point! It was the reflection's fault.
The overly dramatic Composer-turned-teen stomped to his unofficial room in the WildKat and rummaged through the closet; and when Josh meant closet, he was talking about a room large enough to house another queen-sized bed and the numerous outfits and secret stash of hats.
In here was a mirror as well, and at first Joshua couldn't see his reflection. It just wasn't there. And then the smug replica sauntered into his view and the Composer childish stuck his tongue out at it. The reflection laughed, the sound wasn't heard but the mirror's surface rippled like a puddle in the rain.
It wasn't the first time he got into a fight with the reflection, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
"Stupid mirror," Joshua mumbled to himself as he pulled out a pair of clingy pants, a flowing shirt that Princess K would approve of and a large hat with an obnoxious feather stuck in the band. If anything he'd get more attention. The mirror laughed again and Joshua threw a high-heeled shoe at it. At least now no one would see that renegade strand of hair.