Title: Stolen Past
Genre: Friendship
Summary: "I've been watching you, silly…". For Neku, that was just one of annoying quotes from Joshua, but to the composer, it's more than what ears could hear. Maybe he needs to keep it all to himself…
I don't know what to say…I've just started this story two chapters ago! And, god, I love these two!
Disclaimer: I don't own TWEWY, if I did...I'll take your phones, Josh!
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Ch 3: A Help
In many ways, Neku lives a normal life of a kid. Not his mother, nor his father, or even anyone in his family ever limited him to explore his own world. He explores everything to his heart content. Of course, every adventure of a child started in his own home. His family lives in an apartment in the downtown of Shibuya. A room for his parents to sleep and one for him to turn in. The moment he opened his room, his eyes would catch a nicely carved wooden rack, filled with magazines and newspapers. Turned his gaze to his right is the living room. Couch lined neatly around the glass table on the soft rug. Neku often crawls around the rug, examining everything he could find on it.
The day always started when Neku crawled around the house and his mother did the houseworks. It ends whenever Neku fell asleep on the couch, leaving his mother the duty to carry him to his bed. Practically the boy didn't need too much attention which was good for his mother. Sometimes in a week, his mother takes him out to the park and let him running around, roaming the park to his heart content. When the sun almost set, his mother will call him and take him home.
His father rarely home, doing his work all day throughout until midnight when Neku's already asleep. He sometimes sees his son or even gives the boy an awkward pat on the head. Other than that, he only glances at his child and greets him.
That's how life revolves around Neku…
And he likes it that way…
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Everyone says that an extraordinary day started with ordinary day. On Saturday, at time when his mother rests, as usual the mother took his child out to play in the park with the other kids. Soon after she let him run, she has busied herself with chatting to other housewives on the park. When she finally gained her sense, the sun was almost set and her child was nowhere to be seen.
She freaked out and shouted his child's name all across the park. No one replied, except the gawking sounds from the crows. She calmed herself down and traced the whole park, looking for the lost boy. Still… not a single thing she found, not even a footstep. She cries when she went home reluctantly. Her shoulder trembled as she let out an exasperated sigh.
Passing by the river, she heard someone called her name. First it felt like a breeze of wind, then it turns louder and louder. When it started to annoy her, she looked around with a stressed look on her face.
"WHAT?"
And she saw Neku. His whole body drenched. The soaked boy cried, sniffed and panted.
"Mommy…"
There's not a single answer he got but a hug from his mother and a loud repeated question to the child's ears, "Where have you been…?" said child just cried, not a sign of him wanted to open up and talk. Traumatic or not, whatever has happened keep the boy's mouth locked. It's okay…the woman thought, as long as Neku's safe, now…
The secret stays…remain unopened to anyone…
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Sanae looked up from his cup when the bell chimed. He raised his eyebrows at the teen who was just entered his place
"Something's up, J?" he slid open the kitchen's cupboard, pulling out a dry towel and threw it to the composer. The composer grunted, catching the towel and quickly wrapped it around his wet ash- blonde hair.
"That wasn't exactly the thing I would expect from a small three years old child…"
A slight hint of worried look appeared on his face only to be replaced with one of his smirk, "…but it proves my assumption of the child's imagination potential"
Sanae shook his head, he can't understand his composer's mind, "I already said it, Josh…Hands off to what'll happen, next…" putting down a cup of hot coffee in front of the pale teen, he looked at him meaningfully.
"Sit back a while, my dear producer…" said composer giggled, "…nothing I've done is ever wrong…" he sipped his coffee. Sanae bit his lips at those words. He could feel the hesitation his composer tried to hide. His vibe affected the child, that any angel could see, but what has happened is…the child's weak vibe.
Every single angel, like him has extremely high vibe that no human could catch. The composer DOES have a high vibe, even though it wasn't as high as us, angels. The vibe would affect anyone in his range. That included, human. Rarely, they might catch and transform the vibe to positive effects, but most people transform it to negative effects. True, the composer could down-tune himself, limited his vibe to that, which could be accepted by other human.
What matters, now is as to why would the composer's vibe be affected by the child's vibe?
He might not say anything, but the producer knew, the composer hasn't suspected of this child's influence to his vibe. It was somehow soothed the composer's vibe, and stays inside him.
For once, Sanae felt that maybe, J won't be all alone again…
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For the life of him, Neku never knows why stalker was there, helping him when the boy fell to the river. The older teen also calmed the boy and hugged him to quiet his cry. Then, the next thing Neku know was Stalker carried him and Neku found his mother, running toward her, leaving Stalker behind. When the child looked back, Stalker has gone. He even didn't have the chance to say thank-you.
There are few things, Neku knows about stalker. That his eyes which hide every secret he has faintly gleam in dim purplish light. That his ash-blonde hair fluffy, like a cotton candy, curling at their own will, waving along with the breeze. That he always appears out of nowhere and gone with the wind, like someone who didn't want to be noticed.
But, to Neku, the weirdest thing was that whenever Stalker stays around, Neku feels so…odd…like something inside him was swirling around to react at Stalker's presence.
It's like facing someone who's not a human…
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"Yo…You killed me, Josh…"
"Say…if it was me, what are you going to do?"
"That's easy, I'll…"
"…erase me?"
"Composer, Sir!"
Opening his eyes quickly, the composer found himself on his own throne sitting drowsily. He blinked a few times, refusing the pain from his head to overcome himself again. His conductor stared at him, an anxious look reflected on his dark glasses. He inhaled a deep breath, rubbing his chin,
"Sorry, Megumi…just a little bit off…"
He smiled, relieving the conductor from his worry, "Sir, if you're tired, feel free to rest!" the conductor said, "….my report, only that the 'game' was running smoothly, not a single interruption detected!"
The composer nodded, "Thanks for the report, Megumi…"
"May I take my leave, now, Sir?" asked Megumi which replied with another nod from the composer. The conductor went away, leaving the composer alone with his thought
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Wow! I can't believe I finished this chapter! Thanks for the reviews! And, sorry for the slow updates…o . Again with the lame excuse, my school works are getting more and more…god, what was that word…COMPLICATED! Right, they stay on my bedroom corner like forever!
When things get normal enough, I'll continue this story!