BOOYAKA!

This is an independent roleplaying blog for Daisukenojo “Beat” Bito of The World Ends With You series.  Low activity and not spoiler free. Will RP in TWEWY, NTWEWY, and KH settings.

Hmph. Beat stands there in the darkness, arms crossed as he waits for Joshua to finally show his face. The silent stretches on as Beat stares into the empty maw that leads to the Trail of the Sinner. As the seconds tick by, Beat reaches up to check his phone.

“Aren’t we needy today?”

Beat's head snaps upward and he glares up at the Composer, set on edge by that strange presence Joshua always carries with him. His eyes settle on Joshua's purple eyes unflinchingly, not allowing himself to be intimidated by him. He shoves his phone back into his pocket.

When Joshua starts talking about how he doesn't owe Beat, he snorts. "Yeah, you do owe me."

Neku might have let Joshua back into his life, but Beat still has his reservations.

Beat takes a step back when Joshua hops the railing and begins to float down. "I'ma need you to tell me what the hell is going on in Nakano. I went in there and it was weird, man. Like, the sky got all dark and shit and it was freaky."

“Tch, it stings, yo.” Beat muttered under his breath as Neku pressed the wipe back against the nasty scrape he’d gotten. Luckily, it hadn’t come from a skateboarding accident, or else Beat probably would have been scraped up a whole lot worse. On the other hand, it had come from a brawl outside the local Seven Eleven. Some freak had tried to hit on Rhyme and, well, Beat wasn’t just going to let that happen.

He’d sent the guy packing, but not after taking a hit or two.

Of course, Beat’s almost immediately distracted from it when Neku places a kiss on his cheek. HIs eyes widen and color blossoms across his cheeks. “Uhh...”

“Aw, that won’t do. C’mere.” Joshua scoots closer, sliding his hand into Beat’s palm, “Is this better?”

Mission accomplished. Beat’s grin is wider than ever.

   “Uh oh… Am I due for a throngling?”

“Excuse me? Care to repeat that?”

“Comin’ right up,” he hollered, as if he actually knew for certain what this Beat’s preferred order was. His best shot was to brew a cup the way his world’s resident Skater Brain enjoyed it— but it was as good a shot as the worst, for there were no reliable means of predicting the exact differences and similarities between worlds.

Nonetheless, he’d go with it, and luckily Beat wouldn’t have to wait very long— cheeky as he was, Sanae’d already gone through the whole process of starting the espresso machine up and ensuring it was ready to pull proper shots, having made himself a cup when he’d first gotten there some hour ago prior.

As he slid the cup onto the drip tray with one hand, and grabbed for a portafilter with the other, he sensed Beat’s gaze on him. It was then that the youth asked about his previous whereabouts that Sanae learned that his alternate self hadn’t bothered to show up in the Realground yet.

His lip curled.

He then drew in a shallow breath, proceeding with a prompt answer, deft hands moving to pack the grind and pull the shot therefrom. It dawned on him that he’d have to take away Beat’s memory of this encounter altogether, once it was over. All the words he had to say, the thanks he had to give, the encouragement he had to offer— Sanae’d have to pour them all down the drain, and Beat’d be left in the same state as he was before he set foot in the café. Of course, he knew he’d have had to tamper with his memories either way, but he hoped he’d at least get to sneak this one away as one of many with the Hanekoma here.

Man did he want to swing a bat at that guy’s head.

“Imprisoned, basically.” There was no use in being vague, not when Beat wouldn’t remember any of this. “Haven’t been able to come down here— or the UG, until now.” Oh did Sanae hope that only his tone was so acridly bitter.

When it was ready he took the cup, and with his grip and mouth closed tight and quivering, set it down in front of beat. “Believe me when I tell you,” he couldn’t bring himself to meet the latter’s eyes, “I wanted to be down here, more than anything else.” Wanted to keep any of it from happening, just as he did years before, and all the years before then.

Beat has no idea of anything that is going through Hanekoma's head. All he knows is that he's annoyed and pissed that this is the first time he's seen him after all of this time. What happened to the guy who'd looked out for them during the first Game? That's not to say that Beat was thrilled about having to depend on someone like that, but a little back up would have been great! How come Shibuya's supposed Guardian had let that fiery freak run rampant across Shibuya?

The foot of his good leg kicked idly. He needed some way to get this energy out of him or he was gonna go crazy. It wasn't enough to bore holes into him with his eyes as he worked. It was weird being back here, though. The Game may have been years ago, but he could clearly remember sitting right here and eating some of the food that Hanekoma had prepared for him when he'd taken him in for a few days. Of course, it was hard to forget considering the reason why he'd been there.

But Rhyme and Neku were both okay now. It didn't make the bitter feeling go away, but it was a good thing to hold onto when he was feeling this worked up. It was over, it was all over, and yet even this “good thing” felt far away. They'd thought it was over years ago, so...

Beat sits up straighter when Hanekoma answers his question, shock clear in his eyes. Those bad feelings were replaced with confusion in a whiplash. "Wh—"

✧ ✦ ✧ ― Riku had been expecting to arrive in a new world, but instead he found himself in one he’s already visited. He had only been to 3 other worlds at this point. That leaves only four left…

Nothing had changed in this Traverse Town since the last time he was here. At least, not at face value. He had supposedly unlocked the Door to this Sleeping World along with Sora already, but now that he’s back, perhaps there was still something he needed to help sort out.

“ Beat? ” He turns when he hears the other boy heavily jog towards him and regards their disheveled form. Riku notices the concern reflected in the blond’s expression. Is that worry he sees there? Either way, out of respect, Riku opts not to point this out. He knows Beat’s heart was in the right place, even if he was rough around the edges.

“ For the most part, yeah. ” He nods. Him and Sora were still somehow separated. Which, with the help of Joshua, he now pretty much has a vague idea for why that is. He isn’t worried too much about it at the moment though. After all, they were still taking the exam.

But for now they needed to focus on the problem at hand. “ But hang on a minute, slow down. What’s been going on? Tell me what the trouble is. ”

"Reapers. Jus' like always. They never quit!" Beat practically snarled the word. While Riku might not have any idea what they were, it was clear that Beat held nothing but animosity towards them. He glanced around behind his back as if he was checking to make sure that none of those 'Reapers' were watching. Content with not noticing anything out of the ordinary, he looks back at Riku. "They's a bunch a good-fer-nothing murderers, man. They're out to erase us Players an' they ain't gonna stop at nuthin' until we’re gone."

"Wouldn't surprise me none if they went after guys who ain't even in the Game." That was how Neku had gotten into the Game. Beat could recall Neku telling him that at some point or another. But, the memories were foggy and he couldn't recall much about it. Actually, a lot of his memories were like that. When he'd first woken up in Traverse Town, the only thing he'd remembered was a fierce need to get to the side of his sister.

    “Uhh, yeah. Gimme a sec.” Neku pulled their phone out of their pocket, scrolling through photos until they landed on a fluffy akita wearing a vest, sitting princely. They handed the phone over to Beat. “There’s a few photos in there. You could come meet ‘em if you want. It’s probably a good idea to get him used to you.”

Beat’s eyes soften as he looks upon what can only be the goodest boy that Beat has ever seen. His smile grows as he leans in closer and a small laugh leaves him. “He’s real cute, Phones. I’d love t’ meet’im.”

    “Um, yeah. I got a dog pretty recently. He’s an assistance dog. His name’s Taiyo. He’s gonna stay with me and help out a lot.”

❝       attention, plans an’ accidents- remember not t’ get erased.        ❞

deep romanticism.

mindlessly shared space, automatic glances, overwhelming warmth: you're deep romanticism. deep romanticism consists of pure comfort and belonging, the complete intertwining of two souls. it's growing into a shape that fits perfectly in the arms of another, it's asking questions you already know the answer to, just to hear the way they pronounce those words again, it's admiring their face as they sleep pressed against you, admiring the same face you study as they talk about whatever they're fond of that week, yet finding new things to love, even after years of doing so. you're most likely an old and pure soul, and anyone would be so incredibly lucky to have you. just remember that emotional and romantic depth is not the end goal, enjoy your journey rather than focusing on a certain point of achievement along the way. love in uncertainty, sit in unfamiliarity.