Long time no see, huh?

Warnings: Guns, but hey, it's TWEWY

~I do not own TWEWY~

Neku carefully looked over the list again. Eggs, flour, sugar, soda, balloons... The list went on and on.

He, Beat, and Rhyme were throwing a surprise party for Shiki and Eri to congratulate the two for their employment at D+B. Granted, it was only an internship, but for the two girls, it was a major step in their fashion career. Beat and Rhyme were in charge of preparing the food while Neku was their errand boy. Despite his appearance, Beat was a good cook and, surprisingly, an even better baker. After teasing his friend over his frilly baker's apron (it's my ma's man!), Neku had to admit that he admired the fact that Beat could not only cook, but cook well while the orange head was subsisting on instant ramen when his mother wasn't home to cook for him.

Speaking of instant ramen... his stash at home was getting pretty low. After a quick check on his phone, he decided that he had enough time to run to Ramen Don and buy some before getting the stuff for the party.

Rounding the corner to Dogenzaka, he stopped, his blood feeling like ice. Stretched across the street was a chillingly familiar silhouette. It was a junk heap, each piece carefully placed so that it could reach to the heavens without the fear of a sudden collapse. He stared at it and almost shouted out in alarm before he realized that no one else seemed to notice it and were walking through it. What the hell.

Barely noticing the the disgruntled businessman he was holding up because of his abrupt stop, Neku hastily pulled out his phone, all the while, watching the trash heap as if it would come to life and attack him. While waiting for the other person on the line to pick up, the businessman went around him, muttering about a "freak having a panic attack in the middle of the street." Neku was busy glaring at him and flicking him off when he finally heard the line connect.

"Alright asshole, was this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?"

"Hello to you, too," the phone cooed, setting Neku's teeth on edge. "What did I supposedly do this time?" Neku frowned slightly. He wasn't particularly fond of the Composer's humoring tone, but he sounded innocent, like he really didn't do anything, but considering that it was him...

"Stop playing, Joshua. What is this junk heap doing back here?" He snapped, feeling even more irritable when he heard someone behind him whisper about this "junk heap" that was most definitely not there.

"Oh good, you found one. I'll send Minamimoto to clean up his mess. Where exactly are you, dear?"

Neku tried to form a coherent response, but his voice was soundless as his mouth opened and closed, much like a fish's. He could only stand there numbly as the words sunk in. Minamimoto. Fucking Pi-Face was alive.

"Wha- He made this pile of junk?!" He gasped out, his mind still whirling, trying to remember if he ever saw the reaper actually erased, and with a feeling of dread, recalled that he had seen him, body crushed under his beloved "art," but he was still there.

Whatever Joshua had responded, Neku never heard it because the next thing he knew, two large hands had grasped him by his shoulders and had pulled him away form the street and into the familiar surroundings of Ramen Don.

"Kid, are you okay? The people are staring at you like you're crazy!"

"Mr. Doi! I was just talking to my... uh..." Neku helplessly gestured to his phone before he realized that Joshua had hung up on him and had sent him a text.

We'll talk later Neku. -J

He grinded his teeth. Joshua was obviously skipping out on the topic, though for what reason, Neku wasn't exactly sure. All he knew was that this whole affair would have him marked as the resident crazy kid in Shibuya. He groaned slightly, "Sorry, Mr. Doi. I didn't mean to-"

"That's a big one isn't it?"

"Huh?" Neku looked up at the man in surprise. Did he hear him correctly? "Are you talking about... that?" He asked cautiously, pointing to the looming mass outside.

Mr. Doi nodded, a cheerful smile on his face. "What else? Though I've never seen him make one quite this big."

"He? Wait, so you know Pi-Face?!" Neku exclaimed in shock and disbelief.

The ramen maker let out a loud, booming laugh. "Is that what kids call him now? Yeah, we go way back. We were partners... when was it? Maybe about nine, ten years ago?"

"You were in the Game?"

"Hahaha, Sho and I were unstoppable! We won, but we ended up splitting up. It's a shame what happened to him," Mr. Doi's cheerful smile faltered slightly at his last words.

"What happened?" Neku asked.

"...Don't know what he did, probably got a higher power angry at him, but he's a lot weaker than he used to be." Neku had an idea of who this "higher power" was and he knew that he wasn't angry, rather, he found Minamimoto to be highly amusing. "I think he was an officer before, but now he's just a wall reaper now." Mr. Doi continued.

"A wall reaper?" Neku snorted, trying to hold back a snicker. It was probably just Joshua rubbing off on him, but Neku found the thought of a wall reaper trying to storm that huge throne room that just pulsed with power to be absurdly hilarious. Mr. Doi raised an eyebrow at him, but continued nonetheless, "Yup, a wall reaper. I saw him a week ago, shouting at a pair to recite the quadratic formula," he said with a sigh, shaking his head. "But enough about that. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm okay, I was just a little surprised," Neku replied. He paused, his original purpose for going to Dogenzaka resurfacing in his mind. "Oh and I need to buy some ramen."

The man grinned, "Well, you listened to this old man ramble, how about a few on the house?"

Neku returned the grin. "That would be-"

"Freeze you zero! Get ready to be divided from existence!" A loud shout interrupted.

"Sho!" Mr. Doi exclaimed. "What are you doing?!" Minamimoto looked exactly as Neku remembered him, gray hair and yellow eyes wild, except now he was wearing a wall reaper jacket. In his hand was a gun- exactly like the one that had shot him twice- that was trained directly at Neku's head. Neku froze, trying desperately to think of anything that he could defend himself with, but knew a single false move could send him straight into the UG. Inwardly, he lamented how a normal day suddenly became so messed up.

"If I get rid of him, the Composer won't have his beloved proxy anymore! It'll be one less obstacle!" Sho raved, his grin sharp and wide.

"But-"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Minamimoto," a voice interjected out of nowhere. "And you of all people should know that you can't divide a zero," it added with a girlish giggle.

Sho scowled and glanced around the restaurant, his hand lowering so that the gun pointed at Neku's chest area. "Come out Composer or I'll shoot this little digit!"

Neku tensed as the voice chuckled, probably considering all of this to be high class entertainment. "We know what happened the last time you tried to shoot someone in the RG and that didn't turn out too great. Do you really want a repeat of that?"

There was a moment of silence before Sho growled, lowered his gun in defeat, and turned, running out of the restaurant. "Wait, Sho!" Mr. Doi shouted, but to no avail.

The reaper had disappeared.

"I'll take my leave now," the echoing voice said. "Oh and Neku?" The teen looked up with a scowl as the voice began to giggle again. "Do take better care of yourself."

"...Right. Thanks Josh."

"Hmmm...You're welcome," it said cheekily before vanishing entirely.

The teen and the shop owner stood alone in silence until the older man broke it with an apologetic sigh. "Sorry kid. I'll get the ramen for ya. On the house." When the ramen maker returned with a bag full of the cup ramen, Neku shook his head. "No, it's okay. It wasn't your fault. I'll pay for it." He insisted.

"Hahaha... that's not true. If I didn't drag you in here, Sho wouldn't have shown up. Out there you're safe, surrounded by people, but here, it's just me and that wouldn't have stopped him. I'm sorry kid," Mr. Doi said, dropping the bag of ramen in Neku's arms. "Now get going, you have better things to do than talk to an old man like me!" He gave a boisterous laugh.

"Mr. Doi, if you didn't drag me in here, then people would have thought I was a lunatic. So... thanks," Neku said with a small smile and a slight wave. The man laughed again and walked into his kitchen.

Neku checked his phone again and realized that he only had half an hour to get to the supermarket and get the ingredients and supplies for the party before it closed. Why can't my life be normal? He wondered despairingly as he ran as fast as he could to the market.

He managed to reach the store with fifteen minute to spare and quickly searched his pockets as he tried to regain his breath. Where is it, where is it?! He grinded his teeth, checking his pockets and his large collar in a panic. He, at last, gave up and collapsed onto the supermarket floor, uncaring of the odd stares he was receiving.

It was odd. Being threatened at gunpoint by the Grim Heaper had shaken him, but it never gave him the same feeling of despair he had now.

I'm not quite satisfied with how this ended but it's not that bad I guess. :/

Doi and Sho are definitely connected (AD is my backing for this) and Doi always seemed a bit suspicious to me, so I made them former partners. If there will ever be a sequel to TWEWY, I swear, Sho better be in it. I mean, they set it up perfectly so that he could make a comeback.

MAKE IT HAPPEN SQEENIX.

I hope you enjoyed this and please review! ^^