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     A CAST SHADOW is splayed along rubble; manipulated by the sun’s light to take the form of a once lone boy, his slender dactyls meddling with the intricate structure of indigo headphones. Lithe frame leans against the statue like it’s a routine, and silently does he time his lingering presence. The clock ticks down by minutes, seconds, so he waits as he’s always had, ever since the end of destiny’s deathmatch between him and Shibuya itself. There’s always been a lingering hope that he might show up. No – Neku’s always known that it would happen.

          “ Heh — figured it’d be easier to recognize me that way. “

     Perhaps that’s why for the first time in weeks, Neku finds himself grinning at the Hachiko Statue as he shifts his weight to properly stand. It’s only for a fleeting moment, that Neku reminiscences about what he’s been told over and over; partners were never meant to leave each other behind.

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It’s taken great strength, as well as having to overcome self-loathing, for Joshua to show up. Eyes have been cast down everyday, though, to actually appear in this form once again feels somewhat shameful. He expected some sort of rude comment, perhaps even to be turned against once more, but this response is surely startling. Joshua continues to smirk, perhaps, one day he’ll be able to actually smile. Though, right now, that’s impossible. Slender fingers tap upon pale arms, crossed as they always are.      “You’ve always been easy to spot out of the crowd, Neku.”

There’s a certain kind of tension. One that’s easy to ignore. Always has Joshua been uninterested in anyone else, though, he wonders at this moment what Neku’s thinking. Is he angry? Most likely so. Upset? Who knows. He expected change, and yet, it somehow feels as though nothing has changed at all.                 “Don’t tell me you’ve been running into trouble again, hmm?                    Can’t say I’d be surprised.”

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               “ there are roses between my thighs                      ––– and you are mouthful of their thorns. ” 

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     “Very poetic, fufu. Dare I ask for more?”

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casually offers a chicken nugget in the midst playing around with his MP3 player & chowing on his own piece. ( ;^> )

   “How considerate of you, Neku. You really do care.”

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                  Oh ? Why’s that? ❜

    new to his surroundings he never thought his expression would expose him like this. Raising his brow his expression quizzical. Mild puzzlement of what the stranger was trying to hint at—but he was in no mood to play games. Especially with a teenager. He only bit into the apple, just in case the information was actually usable. Especially in a vast district such as Shibuya. 

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     “----- Shibuya is fast-paced, and you look like a little lost lamb.” Perhaps Joshua is indulging in his exaggerated tone, insinuating playfulness, as per the norm. This stranger is but another ignorant human, no doubt. Wandering into a new city holding many hopes and dreams, though, it’s none of Joshua’s concern. Toying with others has sadly become a habit.

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Everyone Has It | Closed RP

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         DIE–I… I noi                                    I noi                                                    I NOI                !!!           THE SHRILL CRY caterwauled into the air but only those of the Far Shore would have heard it. the obsidian inked creature warded away by the splash of water. typically, someone would just think he was tossing water over thin air—if they were capable of spotting him to begin with. however, if they could see further into the depths that lay beyond the border, there they would see the creature writhe and escape into the nearest shadows. it wasn’t typically Yato’s method of choice. the bucket he now carried was emptied and had there been another creature of the same intentions, he would be considered live bait.         SEEING THE MAN who was headed directly toward the tracks jerk out of a trance, the deity’s shoulders slumped with relief. a sigh escaped his tiers and he dropped the pail where he stood. it was someone’s voice over his shoulder that caught his attention. instantly, he tensed at sensing that he was spotted. electric blue hues constricted around his pupils and he turned to see the person who had merely stood by.          ❝INTERESTING?❞ the human who had decided against walking onto the tracks took no notice of Yato as he merely passed by. ❝If I hadn’t known he was possessed, I would’ve just left him to fate—I don’t see anything interesting about merely WATCHING someone walk into their demise,❞ a part of him was conflicted though he didn’t let it show—❝Who are you, anyhow?❞

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    “----- Possessed?” So that was it. It seems as though there’s something bigger at play here, other than a teenager wanting to commit suicide, all of which Joshua is too familiar with. Such a scene before him is witnessed with a blatant stare, though, an eyebrows perks up upon the other’s words. Perhaps Joshua might have missed whatever action had been going on. He perceives then incident through a vision half-blurred, having only his assumptions. Of course, already has Joshua come to some sort of understanding with the situation, being that he isn’t exactly alive, it puts him in an interesting position.          “Hmm, it’s their choice, is it not? Though, I suppose ...              you said possessed?” It’s obviously clear that Joshua isn’t in Shibuya anymore. No longer a composer, attempting to cleanse a city filled with hate ----- he feels somewhat degraded, especially when oblivious. He smirks then, hands placing upon hips.                “Hehe ~ you know, there’s no need to get your pants in a twist. I’m merely curious. Yoshiya Kiryu, though friends call me Joshua.”

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                          follow my lead !                                       screw that!

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   “Oh? Why ------         If it isn’t the boy scout. We meet again.”

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And Anna blinks when he mentions all of the blood red that she’s wearing , and some part of her wants to point out that he’s the one sporting a lot of bright colors right now too . But she bites her tongue in the end .     “     Is that … bad ? Is there           something wrong with it ?     “

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     “----I didn’t say that at all. It’s very....          befitting of you.” His smirk widens, already coming to an assumption that perhaps she often receives comments like this. To even push along a conversation takes effort, and yet due to his insufferable boredom, he speaks.                 “It’s a little too hot to be wearing that though, don’t you think?”

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   “-----Sporting a lot of red, aren’t you?” He comments, stating the obvious whilst maintaining his smirk, painted to features. It’s odd, but then again, Joshua has seen many things. It’s not exactly something unusual, but intriguing --- when comparing to all else he’s witnessed today, the usual rotten filth which surrounds him.

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      “I didn’t expect I’d have company.” To wander to a different part of Tokyo is unusual for Joshua, and it’s even more so unusual to happen upon someone looking as young as him (give or take a few years), opting to taking to the alleys as well instead. Of course, if he were to have chosen to walk on the streets, Joshua could very well immerse himself with the crowd, sinking into oblivion, melding with the busy mess, hiding himself from plain sight. He looks with confidence, though, Joshua’s half expecting the stranger to start something --- and Joshua isn’t the best at fighting, neither is he with any sort of conflict whatsoever.

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    “You look lost, little lamb.” He purrs, words falling upon thy tongue as if reciting a poem. He finds it unusual that someone is to wander into these parts ---- usually tattered, the leftovers of Shibuya are never somewhere someone would intentionally go, unless there’s some sort of ulterior motive.

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    “------ You might want to be careful, especially around here.” Surely no one else is going to tell the stranger. To wander aimlessly into Shibuya is certainly an experience in itself, though, he presents himself with much vulnerability, Joshua thinks. With legs folded, Joshua remains sitting upon the wall, his usual smirk plastered upon his expression, and he speaks with hinting amusement, as well as experience.

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          “Interesting gear you've got there.” He speaks with an honest tone, though his smirk insinuates otherwise. Certainly, the stranger’s attire is something new in terms of Shibuya fashion --- though, it’s nothing unusual to have tourists coming in.

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For a lifetime now, has Joshua been able to see what others living can’t. The afterlife has always been present, usually hidden from the naked eye, this certain gift has brought both suffering and discovery. In this particular case, however, no voices are heard, nor is any pain felt upon witnessing the near death experience of a stranger, them of who were about to walk to their death on the train tracks. Joshua watches, with no concern as to saving them. He merely observes, waiting for another to succumb to their own fate. But something peculiar happens. A quick twist of fate, unbeknownst to him, he notices how quickly the stranger is to change their mind, as if being snapped out of some sort of trance.                                                                    ...Interesting. Without batting a single eyelash then, he happens to notice another standing close by ---- though just a moment ago, Joshua felt as though he were the only one to witness such a scene. It’s curious, no doubt, as well as slightly irritating. Still, Joshua turns, a smirk placed upon his pale complexion.

       “------- It’s interesting, isn’t it?                         to witness something like this.” He speaks calmly, tone insinuating some sort of amusement in the whole scenario.

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Once again do eyes fall upon the familiar face, indescribable emotion swells, though all is cleverly hidden by the same smirk, acting as a gate to which hasn’t a key that fits, locking away what true feelings Joshua may harbor. He acts as though nothing has changed, when really, it feels as though the whole of Shibuya has been redeemed, casting him back into the shadows to once again wallow in his own misery, suffering with a smile, as he has been doing for countless years now. Despite words that have been spoken, the whole concept of a ‘friend’ is still something unimaginable. Still, Joshua speaks as though not even a day has passed since their last encounter.         “------- Still wearing a face as stubborn as ever, Neku.”

Perhaps his unfamiliarity is unwelcome, but even so, to break the silence is to conquer one step already. His tone holds absolutely nothing, acting as an empty shell, whatever there was prior has been cast into oblivion.