#alonelyangelofhell

“Y’know, I’ve noticed a lot of myselves follow me.”

“Fellow Joshuas. I know we are very different. With different ships and headcanons and methods of death and ways of annoying Neku. But there is one thing we must remember. We are all Joshua. There is only one solution. For we have all jacked Shibuya before.”

Neku’s friendship with Joshua, if you could even call it that, was an unorthodox one to say the least. Which shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone, all things considering. The surprising part was that the two managed to get along at all, really. And yeah, their initial reunion hadn’t necessarily been a very nice one, but after all of the drama and yelling (mostly on Neku’s end, admittedly) things were almost... normal.

And perhaps “normal” wasn’t really the best way to describe it, but it was the only word Neku could think of to associate with the whole mess. Things were a bit like they were during that second week except, maybe, a bit more strained than before. It was hard for it not to be, what, with how many questions were left unanswered. But Neku tried not to think about it too much. The more he did, the angrier he got and, honestly, at this point, he was sick of being angry.

There were times, though, when the two of them went weeks, and even months, sometimes (which was the case here) without seeing or contacting each other. Neku didn’t mind. It was just how they were. What he did mind, though, was how much time it gave him to think and to regret.

Recently he found himself wondering about it all again. Wondering how in the world he could ever have found himself buddying around with the guy that shot him dead and put him through hell with no explanation for three weeks straight. Wondering why he found himself so goddamn thankful towards the person who had done so much to him. It was days like this where he really started to hate himself for it all.

Thankfully for Josh, Neku had been out on a trip to WildKat when the Composer had suddenly decided to crash in the teen’s bedroom. Of course, when Neku had trekked the distance only to find a locked up cafe and no Mr. Hanekoma, he decided against heading to Udagawa to venture back home instead.

Though he definitely wasn’t expecting company to be occupying his room like they owned the place when get got back, either. His sudden snap at the familiar face was probably enough to prove that.

      [✗] Shoot, he was seen. Sora could have sworn he was more careful than that. He felt like a heartless caught in the line of fire-- pretty much doomed, to say the least. Honestly, what was Sora expecting? Not to be seen by his old friends? And if he was caught, like now, what was he supposed to do? Here he was, decked out in black, with gold eyes. That totally wasn't suspicious.