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insecure--confidence replied to your post:“What’s your story?”

"I mean, like… before the Game. What did you do most of the time?"

"Right, uh..." He pauses, thinking for a moment "I mean I guess I did what most guys do. Schoolwork, family stuff. Not much to tell."  Again he shrugs, looking at her levelly, "I'm not always fighting for my life in a sick messed-up game, y'know." 

Why was she asking all of this now? And why did it really matter? Neku wasn't sure, but it's not like he had anything to hide from Shiki. Or from anyone for that matter. Not much secrecy to be had in the life of Neku Sakuraba, that was for sure.

"I guess my mom and I did stuff a lot," It's not much of a clarification, but it's all he's going to give at the moment.

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“He’s been dead 16 years.”

(Is she talking to me?)

Neku blinks a few times, turning down the volume on his MP3 player to hear the person speaking a bit clearer.

(Or about me?)

He shrugs once, rolling his shoulders back and then up as his gaze follows suit, staring up at the cloudless sky with narrowed eyes.

"That's a shame."

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“What’s your story?”

"My story?" Neku laughs, a dry sort of chuckle, and shakes his head. "I don't know if it's really much of a sto-- Wait, wouldn't you know?"

Or would she?

What was his story?

This question was a lot more confusing than he'd figured.