09-28-2014, 11:00 PM
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Neku awoke with no memory of falling asleep, face down, upon a jet-black surface.
Again.
He pushed himself up, expecting to see the scramble and be completely ignored by the living once again, but found himself greeted by a black void. Neku tries to speak, tries to ask the air around him what's going on, and finds that he cannot. He turns in place, eyes fixing on a white shape in the indistinct blackness.
"My name is Omni. This is not the world you know."
Omni went on his monologue about Omnilium, clearly not allowing Neku to get a word in edgewise. Partway through the speech, it occurred to him that he didn't seem to need to draw breath, either. The strange figure stops talking, and Neku is suddenly set upon by a sharp pain in his head. He dropped to his knees and clutched his head, but the pain passed quickly. The teen opened his eyes and stood up, looking around. The blackness was gone, replaced by nondescript whiteness broken only by occasional rectangles of light on the horizon.
The orange-haired boy dusted off his pants absentmindedly, struggling to remember what had led to this situation. He'd taken on Kitaniji, saved his friends, and then...
Then he'd found out that one of those "friends" was the Composer, the one who'd been organizing this whole mess of a game. That he was a piece on the board of a bet to decide if Shibuya would keep existing. Joshua had made a bet with him. He'd lost because he couldn't shoot his friend, no matter what the circumstances were.
Then he'd been shot in the head, again, and the next thing he knew there wasn't any Shibuya or Joshua to be found. Just that Omni character.
"Joshua! If this is your idea of a joke I'm going to kick your ass, Composer or not!"
Since no angel-winged, ambiguously gay, grey-haired teens responded, Neku did the only thing that made sense. He picked a rectangle and started walking.