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…
Peace…peace….peace….no...no…no…the pressure…*slap* …oh, no! sense… gain your sense! Exam, not a bi-…-g deal…*sigh*…
Disclaimer: TWEWY and its character are belongs to SquareEnix and Jupiter, not me!
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Ch 5: Of Finding One's Secret
Peculiar was the perfect words for Neku to describe Stalker. To his limited thinking, he thought of Stalker as one strange people who come to help him whenever possible. Positively, he always comes when Neku was in trouble, small or big. Every visits ended up with him can't thank to Stalker for helping him. Either Stalker has gone or he forgets to say it.
For Neku, Stalker is one helper who doesn't ask for compensation
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Since first time Sanae theorized this, he should've known, every visit to Neku would make J more confident about his own hypothesis. J probably would know at the end what the producer has been hiding. Usually, Sanae won't hide this kind of knowledge, but thing is, now, he can't read what his composer is up to.
J didn't talk a bit about what has gotten into him and made him do this thing. Nothing related to this ever escapes his lips, only that he watches over the kid, delicately trying to help Neku's imagination growth without his knowing. What exactly is the composer planning by making this one kid's imagination grow stronger when it's already too strong to begin with?
The question lingers on his thought. No one could answer him except the composer that would not open his mouth to relieve his mind.
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Joshua heard of it, the news that spread through the higher plane, the highest angel needs him to ascend, become an angel, leaving Shibuya behind. He doesn't know what so special about him that high angels almost beg for him to quit his job of being the composer. Taking care of Neku was tiring, but fun. Why he should become an angel just to leave his carefully done work on the child? He has a goal to strive for and the angel doesn't need to interfere.
And he needs Neku to achieve it…
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"What is your real intention, J?"
Those questions slipped from Sanae's mouth when the composer walked in for afternoon coffee he usually has. Truth be told, Joshua was surprised with such sudden question from his producer. "Well, being straightforward aren't you?" he teased lightly. Sanae put the usual cup on the counter and stared…just stared at those purple pair of orbs, expecting answer. The young composer grabbed his cup nervously, trying his best to not glance back.
Even that he wants to answer…his inner side was quarreling. Of wanting to just burst out and tell or shutting himself off and stay silent. Before he could even picked which side he'll be…Sanae already knows what he would chose.
So Joshua decided to stay silent just like he always does…
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Stalker, a nickname given to someone who stalks certain people. Usually, stalker follows them around, trying to finds out the people's weakness.
Neku closed his eyes, processing each word inside his mind, matching it with his 'stalker' characteristic he knew so far. Stalker DID follow him around, but 'stalker' didn't look like he was searching for Neku's weakness. On the contrary, his demeanor proved that he just wants to help the boy without any particular reason.
One thing that he nearly misses was that whenever Stalker came around, he swore, he could hear music fills the air.
It's peaceful…
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He didn't hold back, no… his eyes looked at the other eyes, no hesitation on it. Arms straighten to the front, holding his revolver in the edge of his fingers. He heard the tears dropped to cold emptiness beneath them. Still, he won't stop, he would never stop. His usual grin on his face as he said the last number and pull the trigger…
"Hey, J, Snap out of it!"
There he was, dozing off, chin rested on the table lazily. The coffee has gone cold by the time his fingers touched the cup. Out of the windows, sun has gone and moon peeked between dark clouds. He should have been going home right now…
"Thanks for the coffee, Sanae…" he put down a few coins from his pocket. Sanae shoved them back to the composer, "You nearly didn't drink anything, J…" he placed another cup of hot coffee in front of Joshua, "…this one's my treat, keep your yens for another time…". "You should do this more often, my dear producer" the teen chuckled, sliding the coins back to its place, he went out with a tingling sound from the door's bell.
He knew he shouldn't really do this…reading his producer's mind. Searching for anything that he's trying to hide from him. "What is your real intention, J?" the moment he heard that from his producer's mouth, that also when he knew, Sanae was hiding something from him. Something about the child, something that might have a link to his plan, or something that related to what his clairvoyant ability makes him see.
And that was the first time he can't trust Sanae…
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"Neku, are you listening?"
The woman stroked her forehead in despair. Seeing his orange head son muses to himself for what seems to be an eternity. No, the child hasn't given any attention on her words whatsoever. It's as if, someone just came and switched off the boy's active button. Just like a conch without a soul. He stared blankly toward nowhere, blue eyes scanning for nothing out of the open air.
His mom gets pissed off, of course. She has talked for hours to explain to her son about the new school he's going to enter next month, how he should behave, and every bits and pieces of information that might ease him from all the hardships of the first day in school.
"Neku…" she called with deep voice causing the boy to jumped up in surprise, "…could you listen…dear?" glaring at her son in despair, making him quivered and nodded. He finally turned his attention from the song he heard.
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The music seems to flow according to his instruction. The notes, the rhythm, the beat, the sound, infused in one big harmony just like he has planned. The rest of it turned into several noises that quickly flew around, spreading throughout Shibuya. Fingers twirled, creating more notes to end the song.
Then he turned to leave…
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More off-tracking around the story O_O
It's getting more and more complicated in my head. They're going round in circle…even though, I was getting a little bit confused…You know I'm going to write this, right, Review, please!