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[01 | voice, Japanese]

...Well, now, that's funny.

I could've sworn I was back in Shibuya for a couple seconds there. Guess my mind was playin' tricks on me. That lovely lakeshore sure isn't anything I'd expect in Tokyo.

Sure isn't anything I'd expect in my apartment, either, and I recognize this little note they left me.

Hey there, Discedo.

Lemme guess - it's been a while?

I'd appreciate somebody fillin' me in while I make my way back to less soggy ground. Just how long has it been? Seems a bit colder than the last time I was here.

By the way, if anyone listenin' to this thing has a hand on the controls of whatever you use to drag us here, leave me a bit longer next time, won't ya? I could've grabbed a bag of beans.

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...How long were you in Shibuya?

No more'n a few seconds.

What's on your mind, Phones?

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Didn't have time to talk to any "angels," then?

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You know, Neku-kun. There's one teeensy little thing I forgot to mention about all that.

...What?

........Hmm, how should I say,

"If I told you I'd technically have to kill you"? It's not anything you should be spreading around at all, much less anywhere people could easily hear.

...There. I locked it.

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Mmhm. If you'll excuse me, I believe I'm going to step out for a bit.

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Why?

Let's just say that this is going to complicate a few things! ♪ I'll be back within the decade, no worries~

[C-cut transmission.]

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~~Great. This is just great.~~

Edited 2009-12-29 09:15 (UTC)

Didn't spot Santa Claus, either. Funny question to ask me, Neku.

That's what I thought, too. Kind of stopped being funny when we got to the part where you tried to kill him.

Ya know, this sounds like something we should discuss in person.

Still livin' in Latimir?

Edited 2009-12-29 09:11 (UTC)

Yeah. Why?

See you there, Phones.

[transmission cut.]

[Neku stood a few feet from the door to the apartment, staring at it. Wasn't like he'd thought this was going to go well... actually, he hadn't really thought at all. It just happened. What was he supposed to do, ignore he fact that his idol just happened to have attempted murder in the past year? ...Sort of, anyway.]

[He waited, fiddling with his headphones, sliding them on and then off again absently and wondering what Mr. H was going to do, now that he knew.]

[...And where the hell was Joshua, anyway?]

[Stowing his communicator in his pocket, Hanekoma broke into a jog for the last few blocks. Midafternoon meant the monsters weren't as bad; nothing showed enough interest to slow him down. Just as well. He wasn't in the mood for delays.]

[So had Joshua spilled all those beans out of spite, or was there something else going on? He spared a mental curse for the chip and took the stairs two at a time. Knocked on the door.]

Hey, Phones. Mind if I come in?

[He didn't wait for an answer, pushing the door open and toeing off his sandals inside.]

Uh...

[...Well, no need to answer that question. Nevermind. Neku leaned against the wall and watched Hanekoma warily.]

Josh stepped out. Said he'd be back in ten years.

[He could've said something about not telling Mr. Hanekoma if he was so worried. Whatever. Nothing Neku could do about that now.]

Guess he's wising up.

[Hanekoma turned a cool look on the kid. Lean or no lean, Neku looked tense.]

Sounds like he told you quite a lot, Phones. Why don't you pick up where you left off?

[Neku stood his ground despite the look, still leaning against the wall.]

You helped make the Taboo Noise, you tried to get the Grim Heaper to kill him, and you're an Angel. That's all he told me.

Edited 2009-12-29 09:44 (UTC)

Mmhm. And?

[He swept a glance around the room. Almost the same as the last time he'd seen it. Joshua was conspicuously absent. He wasn't going to take ten years to show up, though. Hanekoma would drag him out of his rathole by the collar if he tried.]

[Gaze sweeping back over Neku and away, Hanekoma crossed to the couch. Sat down, ankles crossed, arms akimbo. It wasn't Phones's fault, after all. And if it became an issue back in Shibuya... well, erasing a few memories wasn't hard.]

Tell me why you're telling me this.

...Why'd you do it?

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