[drabbles: first batch]
Title: Soundtrack
Pairing: Genfic
Rating: light T
For: eraldaine
There was something distinctively different about Neku Sakuraba's Soul.
No, it wasn't the fact that the boy had singlehandedly turned the Reaper's Game upside down in a span of three weeks - had destroyed the hierarchy that had been in place for eons, had managed to baffle even the smartest of experts with clever, unintended subterfuge, and had won his own life back as well as the lives of his new found friends that he had bonded with exceptionally fast.
The fact was that Neku's soul sang out into the bleak and repairing Shibuya. Sang out like a bird at the first ray of morning light.
The best part was that the melody was never precisely the same. Neku's Soul sang out differently depending on the situation - whatever emotions flooded through the teenager at that moment. When he was upset, the loudest of crescendos would reek havoc through the lonely backstreets, stirring up Noise and scandals. When he was content, a piece in pianissimo would resonate and small miracles would weasel their way into the real ground. When he was sad, the heavens above would open up and drop forth rain upon the streets, nearly washing away everything corrupt and sinful in the city. And when he was lonely, the music would mirror that of a classical piece, something straight from Mozart's heart himself - and be still, heart, because that boy could have damn well have been a Composer if he put his mind to it with musical abilities like that.
If life was a soundtrack, Neku could solely provide it. His Soul beamed positivity, songs, and life into Shibuya like a radio station busting out the newest tunes.
It was a marvel that Joshua could even wrench himself away from the Music.
And he wasn't the only one. No, it was foolish to think that he had been the only one to take notice of such an aptitude in his favourite plaything. The Angels had wistfully spoken about it in hushed tones - but far from angelic because Joshua was still on their badside and whenever they saw the opportunity to belittle the brilliant City's Composer, they not only took it, but twisted and contorted it in their grasps, turning it into a shape so different that it was unrecognizable. Even Sanae Hanekoma had taken a liken to humming the teenager's melody on off days when the cafe was empty - as per usual - and the sun was setting.
But Joshua liked to tune in the morning. Because with Neku Sakuraba, all he ever saw was hope - was a beginning.
Title: A Deal
Pairing: mostly genfic, slight JoshNeku
Rating: light T
For: lazzchan
"You're serious," Neku said, regarding the most powerful being to ever walk down Shibuya's streets - let alone walk in high heels - with a flat look.
"Dead," Joshua responded.
The irony of the statement made Neku cringe, but he refused to falter. "No jokes?"
"No jokes," Joshua repeated, fingers up in the air revealingly. No guns, no crossed fingers, no weapons hiding under his nails. Just plain, scrawny digits that looked harmless enough. But Neku knew so much better than that.
"And if I refuse?" asked Neku, arms folding to his chest.
Joshua quirked a brow, gaze affixed to the teen before him who was rather rudely blocking the exit to the dressing room. "If you refuse," the Composer echoed, kicking off a red heel and then another before plopping down on the red cube behind him, "then that's that."
Neku's nose scrunched. "It's never ' that's that ' with you," he refuted. "You're telling me that if I say no, you'll just let it slide. Just like that."
"Mhmmmm," Joshua lilted, foot swaying back and forth and then forming a circle in the air.
Neku's back slumped further against the dressing room door. "…And what about the aftermath? The repercussions?"
"Neku, you're thinking too hard about this."
"It's pretty damn serious not to think about," Neku argued, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "And it's hard to take you serious when you're sitting in drag in front of me."
Joshua's lips mirrored the semblance of a pout. "It's appropriate."
Neku huffed and spared a look up at the shop's ceiling. "Just one time?"
"Just one time." His eyes shimmered as dark as the corner in the shop where they had once hashed it out over who was paying what and why Neku felt he could punch Joshua's arm without warning. It was a dark, dark place.
"Never speak of it?"
"I promise," Joshua breathed in slight frustration, unhooking his legs, knees apart. "Well?"
Neku sucked in a deep breath - it was now or never and if he didn't go through with it, go through with this twisted, strange destiny, he was going to lose out on so much - but the very idea. The very idea! "God, this is so gross…."
"Only if you think about it hard enough," Joshua intoned pleasantly. "But just think about how much I'll enjoy it."
"That makes me want to do it less, idiot."
Joshua giggled mercilessly. "Well, Neku?"
Fine, but remember you owe me so much for this," he conceded. And a deep breath and then, "I'll go to the friggin' club with you."
"And what else?"
"…In drag."
The rest will come sooner or later. Back to my project I go ♥
Pairing: Genfic
Rating: light T
For: eraldaine
There was something distinctively different about Neku Sakuraba's Soul.
No, it wasn't the fact that the boy had singlehandedly turned the Reaper's Game upside down in a span of three weeks - had destroyed the hierarchy that had been in place for eons, had managed to baffle even the smartest of experts with clever, unintended subterfuge, and had won his own life back as well as the lives of his new found friends that he had bonded with exceptionally fast.
The fact was that Neku's soul sang out into the bleak and repairing Shibuya. Sang out like a bird at the first ray of morning light.
The best part was that the melody was never precisely the same. Neku's Soul sang out differently depending on the situation - whatever emotions flooded through the teenager at that moment. When he was upset, the loudest of crescendos would reek havoc through the lonely backstreets, stirring up Noise and scandals. When he was content, a piece in pianissimo would resonate and small miracles would weasel their way into the real ground. When he was sad, the heavens above would open up and drop forth rain upon the streets, nearly washing away everything corrupt and sinful in the city. And when he was lonely, the music would mirror that of a classical piece, something straight from Mozart's heart himself - and be still, heart, because that boy could have damn well have been a Composer if he put his mind to it with musical abilities like that.
If life was a soundtrack, Neku could solely provide it. His Soul beamed positivity, songs, and life into Shibuya like a radio station busting out the newest tunes.
It was a marvel that Joshua could even wrench himself away from the Music.
And he wasn't the only one. No, it was foolish to think that he had been the only one to take notice of such an aptitude in his favourite plaything. The Angels had wistfully spoken about it in hushed tones - but far from angelic because Joshua was still on their badside and whenever they saw the opportunity to belittle the brilliant City's Composer, they not only took it, but twisted and contorted it in their grasps, turning it into a shape so different that it was unrecognizable. Even Sanae Hanekoma had taken a liken to humming the teenager's melody on off days when the cafe was empty - as per usual - and the sun was setting.
But Joshua liked to tune in the morning. Because with Neku Sakuraba, all he ever saw was hope - was a beginning.
Title: A Deal
Pairing: mostly genfic, slight JoshNeku
Rating: light T
For: lazzchan
"You're serious," Neku said, regarding the most powerful being to ever walk down Shibuya's streets - let alone walk in high heels - with a flat look.
"Dead," Joshua responded.
The irony of the statement made Neku cringe, but he refused to falter. "No jokes?"
"No jokes," Joshua repeated, fingers up in the air revealingly. No guns, no crossed fingers, no weapons hiding under his nails. Just plain, scrawny digits that looked harmless enough. But Neku knew so much better than that.
"And if I refuse?" asked Neku, arms folding to his chest.
Joshua quirked a brow, gaze affixed to the teen before him who was rather rudely blocking the exit to the dressing room. "If you refuse," the Composer echoed, kicking off a red heel and then another before plopping down on the red cube behind him, "then that's that."
Neku's nose scrunched. "It's never ' that's that ' with you," he refuted. "You're telling me that if I say no, you'll just let it slide. Just like that."
"Mhmmmm," Joshua lilted, foot swaying back and forth and then forming a circle in the air.
Neku's back slumped further against the dressing room door. "…And what about the aftermath? The repercussions?"
"Neku, you're thinking too hard about this."
"It's pretty damn serious not to think about," Neku argued, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "And it's hard to take you serious when you're sitting in drag in front of me."
Joshua's lips mirrored the semblance of a pout. "It's appropriate."
Neku huffed and spared a look up at the shop's ceiling. "Just one time?"
"Just one time." His eyes shimmered as dark as the corner in the shop where they had once hashed it out over who was paying what and why Neku felt he could punch Joshua's arm without warning. It was a dark, dark place.
"Never speak of it?"
"I promise," Joshua breathed in slight frustration, unhooking his legs, knees apart. "Well?"
Neku sucked in a deep breath - it was now or never and if he didn't go through with it, go through with this twisted, strange destiny, he was going to lose out on so much - but the very idea. The very idea! "God, this is so gross…."
"Only if you think about it hard enough," Joshua intoned pleasantly. "But just think about how much I'll enjoy it."
"That makes me want to do it less, idiot."
Joshua giggled mercilessly. "Well, Neku?"
Fine, but remember you owe me so much for this," he conceded. And a deep breath and then, "I'll go to the friggin' club with you."
"And what else?"
"…In drag."
The rest will come sooner or later. Back to my project I go ♥