Yes, I'm actually updating. This is a milestone for me, as I tend to procrastinate, as I am doing now with my homework.
Anyywayyyy, this chapter is in Joshua POV, again, to clarify meetings and motives. Buu, I heart Joshua...don't really know why though.
Of course there was nothing wrong with Neku's headphones, but you'd want to see your very-own hand-picked proxy before you entrusted him with such a divine duty. And what better way to get a socially-enclosed, music-loving boy to pay attention by taking away his music?
In my phosphorescent form, I floated above Shibuya, my Shibuya, and I closed my eyes, listening to the music, hidden well within the noisy, bustling city below. Amnesia was playing, one of my favorite songs. It was tranquil and serene, yet it seemed to hide away an uneasy truth about the world, like a time of peace before the apocalypse. Perhaps, more like the last chance at enjoying life before breaking free from all that was certain and tangible.
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted, as if I were scanning someone.
I'd hate to admit this to anyone other than myself… My eyes widened in realization as I dropped lower into the city, searching for the source of the thoughts. I just don't get them…other people. To me, they're all a bunch of low-lives who will never understand me, all of them will never be able to get inside my world, and frankly, I don't want anyone one in it…but, I am terribly lonely. What is this feeling? Is it really loneliness? I hate to admit it, but…I really do wish I could meet someone who could understand me, who could really see who I am, without me having to show the whole world and wait for someone to come along and pity me, then to take me in. No, I want a real friend…
If I didn't know any better, I'd be looking frantically everywhere for the source of the sonnet, but I did know better, and I immediately knew that my Proxy was the speaker, making notes in his subconscious mind, as he walked across Cat Street into the Producer's café. He also had thought that lonesome silence was better than annoying comfort. Oh, how wrong and oblivious he was to the real truth.
I floated down into the corner of the café, tuned down my frequency, and became Yoshiya Kiryu, the blond, happy fifteen-year-old I liked to pretend to be. Upon solidifying, my Proxy had just ordered. Seeing this as a way to intervene, I added upon his order. I was there to prove he would soon find my annoyance quite comforting, and to prove he would soon have real friends. Cue 'my interview with the future'.
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