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tenshinoakuma) wrote2008-05-15 12:09 am
tenshinoakuma) wrote2008-05-15 12:09 am
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[14th May] [TWEWY] Reset
Title: Reset
Day/Theme: 14th May 2008, His dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
Series: The World Ends With You
Characters: Joshua
Rating: PG
Additional Notes: Huge SPOILERS for the ending. A warning since many people haven't finished this game yet.
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Day/Theme: 14th May 2008, His dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
Series: The World Ends With You
Characters: Joshua
Rating: PG
Additional Notes: Huge SPOILERS for the ending. A warning since many people haven't finished this game yet.
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It would only take one bullet.
It would only take one bullet to decide whether Shibuya lived or died, whether Shibuya would be renewed under a new Composer, or if Shibuya would disappear, unexisted from the past, present, future.
The gun is by his side, held loosely in his hand even as he counts down from ten, the numbers purposefully pronouced with exaggerated care, almost a drawl. A smile draws his mouth wide as he watches Neku struggle to raise the gun. The boy has his eyes shut, as if he can't bear to look him in the eye when he pulls the trigger. It's not so difficult, Neku, Joshua thinks, putting his other hand in his pocket. All you need to do is move a few muscles in your finger and it'll be all over.
Joshua's smile reaches his eyes when he sees Neku lower the gun, sees the tears that drip from Neku's face. Just as he predicted. He knew Neku wouldn't be able to do it; the boy had changed too much from who he had been.
But Joshua doesn't have such reservations.
His grip tightens around the gun. He'll stay his hand, he'll start this dream again. The final number slips from his lips, a single syllable swallowed by this room. He doesn't close his eyes. His hand jerks up and his finger twitches.
And the Composer resets Shibuya.
It would only take one bullet to decide whether Shibuya lived or died, whether Shibuya would be renewed under a new Composer, or if Shibuya would disappear, unexisted from the past, present, future.
The gun is by his side, held loosely in his hand even as he counts down from ten, the numbers purposefully pronouced with exaggerated care, almost a drawl. A smile draws his mouth wide as he watches Neku struggle to raise the gun. The boy has his eyes shut, as if he can't bear to look him in the eye when he pulls the trigger. It's not so difficult, Neku, Joshua thinks, putting his other hand in his pocket. All you need to do is move a few muscles in your finger and it'll be all over.
Joshua's smile reaches his eyes when he sees Neku lower the gun, sees the tears that drip from Neku's face. Just as he predicted. He knew Neku wouldn't be able to do it; the boy had changed too much from who he had been.
But Joshua doesn't have such reservations.
His grip tightens around the gun. He'll stay his hand, he'll start this dream again. The final number slips from his lips, a single syllable swallowed by this room. He doesn't close his eyes. His hand jerks up and his finger twitches.
And the Composer resets Shibuya.