Title: Stolen Recollection
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…
This fic caught all my attention from my lessons…I don't know what'll happen to my test a few weeks later…but ah, screw it!
Disclaimer: I don't own TWEWY, Love to, but they're everyone's…
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Ch 4: Book
Stories
One of a few things people could create based on things they experienced or something they thought inside their mind. For the little orange-head boy, stories are one of his favorite things in his small world. Especially, the bedtime stories his mother used to tell him. When Neku reached the age of four, she stops reading stories to her son. Neku missed the nights when his mother would read stories and make it alive. The prince saves the princess, tale of an empire out there, or even animals that could talk. Everything seems so unbelievably real in the child's eyes.
He wants to at least, hear one story for the last time
Even though, he has pleaded all day at the night of his father's birthday, his mother declined to read, indeed she winced at the boy and said, "Dear, I know you love stories, but…" Neku could feel his mother's voice lower, sign of exhaustion, "…please, mom can't read you one anytime…" he rolled his eyes. Disappointed was all Neku felt to the answer his mother said.
He curled up on the bed, rejected all comfort his mother gave him. Not even a pat in the head or a peck on his cheeks. A growl of a ruffled boy was the reply the mother got. She sighed, "Good night, Neku…and sorry…" she closed the door behind her. He shouldn't do that, he knew, but something inside him just pushed him…it's nearly like a lust…
"Neku!" a voice called out. Neku looked up and found one familiar face. "Stalker!" Weird that he feels better just by seeing Stalker. "Why you here?" said the boy. "Little visit to my tiny fellow" he replied as he sat beside Neku on the bed. Giving the child a soft pat which Neku couldn't deny, but find himself get comforted. He twitched his eyes when he feels a slight coldness on Stalker's hand. "How have you been?" asked Stalker. Neku smiled bitterly, "Not good…" he wringed the tip of his blanket. "Something's wrong?" the teen tilted his head to the level of Neku's eyes. Tugging Stalker's sleeve, the boy gulped down his sniff, "Mommy can't told me bedtime story…" A smirk appeared on Stalker's face. He reached to out of nowhere and pulled a big untitled story book.
Neku's eyes gleamed cheerfully at the sight. Suspecting stories from Stalker's mouth, the boy sat up straight looking so eager. "I'm not gonna tell stories, Neku…" he put the book on the boy's lap, "…You would…"
Confused was all Neku thought, "Me?" Stalker smirked. He opened the book, showing blank page, "Now…now, Neku…" he said.
"Create your own story…"
His reply was a blank stare from Neku, "What?". Stalker mentally slap himself, that was one heck of good line he picked and he just realize he hasn't tell the boy how to make one…so he sighed, looking at the child intensely. "Whenever you feel angry…sad…or scared, write…" he tapped the book, "…in here…".
"But…I can't write…" mumbled Neku. "Let your imagination work…" replied Stalker, "…close your eyes…" he ordered. His voice was solemn and cold, Neku shivered. Its almost feels like a must…he closed his eyes.
Neku felt odd, like he's somewhere he doesn't know, far from places he has known. The place was all white, he can't see a thing. A thick mist covered the whole place. The mist was somehow comforting…familiar to the boy's liking. Like someone hugged him and it was nice and warm…
Then he saw a figure, stood on the other side of the mist. He doesn't know 'who is that', but a thought come across his mind.
He knew that person…
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Stalker can't believe his own eyes as he skimmed through the page in the book. Neku slumped on his shoulder, snoring softly. "This…can't be…" words spilled on Stalker's lips. He stared at the boy and smiled, "…You're scary…Neku" the teen said. He carefully put the boy's head on the pillow. He pulled out a phone from his pocket, pushing some buttons, "…Have a good sleep..." and with it, he has gone.
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The composer visits to his producer café turns out to be…another sigh from the older man
"J…" he rolled his eyes, "…you really ARE going too far…" were all the words he could say. He tapped his fingers on the first page of the book. What a unique ability, this kid has, he thought. This was his first time to see his book ever formed something like this. It has pictures, instead of words. Just like when he tested J before he became the composer. J showed him two white angels, this kid's picture…similar to J, showed two angels in which one of them has light robes and white wings, the other has black robes and gray wings. If his imagination-tester-book was true, than its possible if this kid's imagination is as strong as the composer. Or it could be even stronger…
Sanae leaned himself on the couch. His place closed today…good, he doesn't need to worry, anyone will pop out for a cup of coffee. Beside, he's not in the mood of making any cup. The imagination-tester-book might be too much for the kid to handle…it absorbed imagination from him forcefully to create such pictures. Think about it as an electronic device. You plug it on the socket and it will absorb the electricity as much as it likes to make itself works. More like 'forcing' than 'asking'. It resulted in damaging the kid's mind.
"He's too unexpected…" the teen finally mumbled. His chin drooped on the table, he wants to complaint, but admit it…he's the one that is wrong in this case. Come to think about it, he's the one who requested Sanae to lend him the test-book. Just this once, a guilty feeling crawls on his back
A feeling of regrets
If one of the angels from high above smell something's wrong, they would punish him…human doesn't have the right to know about them or the UG, they are a secret, hidden from humans…but working in secret doesn't suit the composer that sometimes the producer hands are too busy, holding the composer from breaking the rules.
This is what happen when the producer didn't do that…the test end up like this and for once, the composer alas felt something…the child's vibe has affected his. He could only wish, none of the angels catch the vibes.
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In the morning, Neku's head feels heavy. Dizziness attacked the kid mercilessly, compelled him to stay on the bed, crying and whimpering for help. His mind circled around on what has happened yesterday. Sure he knows, Stalker's visit, but what has he done after that was all blurry. Something blocking his mind from working and every time he tries to think, the headache gets nasty.
A trickle of tears fell down on his blanket as he cries from the pain. Hearing the loud cries, his mother rushed in and tried her best to calm the boy. She stroked the boy's forehead softly, whispering soothing words to her son's ears. Hugging him tightly, patting his back, anything to calm the boy. When Neku at last, calmed down, she wiped his sweat and went out to find ice pack and a glass of water.
His mind was clear, now…he could think calmly. Still the blur won't get away and he still can't remember what has happened that night. Only one thing comes to his mind, one word that somehow reminds him of stalker.
"Angels…"
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"Composer of Shibuya please stands up!"
He heard the order and he can't deny it. Why, at time like this, the higher up summoned him. The angel narrowed his eyes at the young composer. He's the youngest composer, but doesn't look 'great' or something. Well, his eyes are weird, purple since birth, but other than that, nah! A pity, as to why the highest angel chose him. "The angel council, with agreement from the highest angel has finally comes to a decision…" he said.
The composer flinched, what decision, has he done something's wrong…yes, the book and the child, but if it's angel, only Sanae knew that and he trust Sanae would never opened his mouth. "…Yoshiya Kiryuu, Composer of Shibuya, you are appointed as the new angel in the second sector of higher plane…" the angel continued, "…you might ascend and let go of your title as the composer…" the composer's face gets paler. "Note that this is an offer, you could refuse…if you want to…" he ended.
The composer almost let out a sigh of relief, but he put up a serious look on his face. "An angel?" he asked. " The answer lies in your hands…" the angel replied. Avoiding the sharp glare from the angel, the composer grumbled. If he becomes an angel, Shibuya will be left in someone else's hand. And all his hard-work has to end up to his replacement that might destroy his works.
He really hates that…
"I apologize, but I have to refuse this kind offer…" the angel twitched his eyes, "And your reason?" a slight hint of anger was heard between his tone. The composer put up a nervous smile, "Easy…being an angel doesn't suit me so much…and that wings…" he shrugged, "…I don't know…"
If he's trying to lie, it was perfect…no, flawless. The angel even can't sense it…
"Very well…" a stiff voice echoed broke the silence, "…if that is your wish, we respect that…" the angel rubbed his neck.
"Meeting's dismissed"
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