❛ . * + / COMPOSER’S PET /
Neku had always had a fairly easy time with context, putting puzzle pieces together, solving equations IF YOU WILL [a phrase he would have hated to use before Sho himself] but that was only if he had the proper tools to put it together. You wouldn’t have been able to solve that without me, a phrase he’d heard a number of times during the Game while he was still learning to trust.
Yes, other people usually had the information he needed to solve certain things and while he almost felt like that was the case here he wasn’t about to leave Sho without a SATISFYING answer if only to please HIMSELF by answering him.
So put the pieces of the puzzles together, Neku. What use could Joshua get out of bringing Sho back to life? What missing piece could Sho fill? Where could he exist where Joshua could keep an even closer eye on the Grim Heaper who had a tendency to go rogue?
His face drops as only one option surfaces in a sea of low grade Reapers and GM positions, the best place where Joshua could keep a man who wanted all of the power over the UG but someone like Joshua would only give him a FRACTION of, “He did NOT… You are NOT the Conductor are you?”
AH --- THERE he goes ( his holiness sure did pick a WINNER , so much smarter than your AVERAGE IDIOT ; bravo darling persephone ) getting a hole in one , hitting the nail right on the head ; a smile comes to his face , some form of bitter pride ; yes , that’s right , hades wrapped his cold fingers around the THROAT of daring icarus , ripped what remained of his WINGS right off his back --- fashioned PUPPET WIRE where wax & feathers once were. he was handed a CROWN made of silver , second best , second rate ; a second chance , whispered something sickeningly holy and with wounded PRIDE , did the DAMNED whisper back ‘ okay ’.
❛ very good , radian ! ❜ of course he’s surprised , who wouldn’t be --- hearing that treason warrants a place among the gardens of eden , earns him a THRONE in the kingdom that is SHIBUYA , albeit a small one , highly unimpressive in comparison to that of their king. ❛ the composer decided i was worth keepin’ around ; turns out tryin’ t’subtract someone can get you a promotion. ❜
& he’d just love to try again , love to ascend to a GREATER level of power , love to reach a place where this burning in his skin ceases ---- it hurts , it hurts , IT HURTS ( but it would stop , wouldn’t it , if he could just --- ) and there’s nothing he can do about it HERE , a footrest for the divine. --------- but he’ll take it over being dead(er) he supposes , complaints most in the form of GRIT TEETH & CLENCHED FISTS.













