Post by chez on Jul 6, 2009 14:12:29 GMT -5
This did not come out right. It refuses to be written correctly, or even be written well. It is a failure of a songfic and this fact annoys the crap out of me.
...that aside, it's WildKat's crowd of three singing Still Alive. >x3 Enjoy~!
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“This was a triumph.” Joshua spun lazily on the swivel stool, smirking at an annoyed Neku.
“I’m making a note here.” Across the counter, Sanae winked and tapped the report that lay under his hand. “HUGE SUCCESS.”
“It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction~” Joshua continued, smug voice rising in what was unmistakably a tune. Neku shuddered and took another bite of Sanae’s coffee cake, steeling himself. “I’m the Composer~ I do what I must, because I can.”
“For the good of all of us?” Sanae raised a brow, dubious but amused.
“Especially those who are dead.”
“Yeah, there’s no sense crying over every mistake,” and CAT winked again and nudged Neku in the shoulder, “you just keep on trying ‘til you run out of cake! And the Gaming gets done—”
“—and Neku gets gunned—”
“At least he’s still alive!”
“I’m not even angry,” the boy gritted out. “I’m be so sincere right now. Even though you broke my heart and killed me!”
Sanae snorted.
“And ruined my memory! And shot me again when you were done!” He glared. Joshua giggled. “As I died, it hurt because you’re so effing gay.”
“Now these old reports make a beautiful line,” Sanae hummed, spreading an armful of papers across the table, “and we’re out of Players we’re releasing on time.”
“Well, I’m pissed I got shot—”
“Think of all the stuff you bought~!”
“And your friends, who’re still alive,” Sanae tacked on, attempting to keep the peace.
“Go ahead and leave me,” Joshua sniffed, turning away with cool disdain, “I think I prefer to stay inside. Maybe you’ll find someone else to help you.”
Neku, for a moment, looked apologetic.
“Maybe the angels~” At that, Neku threw a hopeful look to Sanae. Joshua glanced back at him with an evil grin. “That was a joke! Haha, fat chance.”
Neku sulked.
“Anyway, this cake is great; it’s so delicious and moist.” Joshua flaunted his plate of coffee cake in what had to be the world’s most obvious subject change. Neku raised an eyebrow. Josh changed tactics.
“Look at me, still talking when there’s Gaming to do…” and he stood sharply. The pale-haired boy opened the front door and surveyed the real world with disgust. But – maybe – there was a forced edge. A self-assuring tone. “When I look out there, it makes me glad I’m not you. I’ve the Reaper’s Game to run, there’s refinement to be done, for the people who aren’t still alive. At believe me, I’m not still alive.”
His proxy was quiet.
“At least I am not still alive. I’m immortal but you’re still alive! Still alive, still alive!”
He stepped out and was gone. It wasn’t only Sanae that caught the wistful edge to the voice on the wind, a moment later.
Still alive…
...that aside, it's WildKat's crowd of three singing Still Alive. >x3 Enjoy~!
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“This was a triumph.” Joshua spun lazily on the swivel stool, smirking at an annoyed Neku.
“I’m making a note here.” Across the counter, Sanae winked and tapped the report that lay under his hand. “HUGE SUCCESS.”
“It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction~” Joshua continued, smug voice rising in what was unmistakably a tune. Neku shuddered and took another bite of Sanae’s coffee cake, steeling himself. “I’m the Composer~ I do what I must, because I can.”
“For the good of all of us?” Sanae raised a brow, dubious but amused.
“Especially those who are dead.”
“Yeah, there’s no sense crying over every mistake,” and CAT winked again and nudged Neku in the shoulder, “you just keep on trying ‘til you run out of cake! And the Gaming gets done—”
“—and Neku gets gunned—”
“At least he’s still alive!”
“I’m not even angry,” the boy gritted out. “I’m be so sincere right now. Even though you broke my heart and killed me!”
Sanae snorted.
“And ruined my memory! And shot me again when you were done!” He glared. Joshua giggled. “As I died, it hurt because you’re so effing gay.”
“Now these old reports make a beautiful line,” Sanae hummed, spreading an armful of papers across the table, “and we’re out of Players we’re releasing on time.”
“Well, I’m pissed I got shot—”
“Think of all the stuff you bought~!”
“And your friends, who’re still alive,” Sanae tacked on, attempting to keep the peace.
“Go ahead and leave me,” Joshua sniffed, turning away with cool disdain, “I think I prefer to stay inside. Maybe you’ll find someone else to help you.”
Neku, for a moment, looked apologetic.
“Maybe the angels~” At that, Neku threw a hopeful look to Sanae. Joshua glanced back at him with an evil grin. “That was a joke! Haha, fat chance.”
Neku sulked.
“Anyway, this cake is great; it’s so delicious and moist.” Joshua flaunted his plate of coffee cake in what had to be the world’s most obvious subject change. Neku raised an eyebrow. Josh changed tactics.
“Look at me, still talking when there’s Gaming to do…” and he stood sharply. The pale-haired boy opened the front door and surveyed the real world with disgust. But – maybe – there was a forced edge. A self-assuring tone. “When I look out there, it makes me glad I’m not you. I’ve the Reaper’s Game to run, there’s refinement to be done, for the people who aren’t still alive. At believe me, I’m not still alive.”
His proxy was quiet.
“At least I am not still alive. I’m immortal but you’re still alive! Still alive, still alive!”
He stepped out and was gone. It wasn’t only Sanae that caught the wistful edge to the voice on the wind, a moment later.
Still alive…
