Well, I really don't have a reason for writing this. I just love this pairing for some odd reason, and I don't believe that I've seen it in this section before. Maybe there is a story and I've just missed it. Who knows?

Anyway, this is just a collection of drabbles, ranging from something somewhat funny and fluffy, to something that could possibly be considered angsty. As a warning, this story contains yaoi, so if you happen to not like it, this story may not be for you.

So, I hope that anyone reading this decides to give this story a chance, and continue to read it.

Disclaimer: I do not own The World Ends With You.

#1: Sharing

"No."

"Why not?"

"No."

"At least give me a reason."

"Just no."

"C'mon 777, why not?" The Tech whined, looking pleadingly at the singer.

"I said no," He replied, becoming annoyed.

"But I get tired of hanging around backstage. Can't I go onstage with you and do something? I've got-"

"Stage presence, I know. And I agree."

"Then why not?"

"Because," 777 over and wrapping his arms around the man's skinny frame, "I don't wanna share you with the audience."

# 2: Lonely

The Tech sighed, and stirred the broth and noodles around with his chopsticks. He was currently eating in Ken Doi's often deserted ramen shop. As to prove that statement, not even the ramen maker himself was in the shop.

The man was alone, waiting for his lover's concert to finish. While he had free access to the entire backstage, since he often helped out 777 and his indie band, he did not feel like hanging around for the concert. As of late, it seemed like he was constantly there, in the background, while his lover seemed to be having more concerts than ever. He was happy for the rising singer, but he was beginning to feel lonely.

Sighing once more, he began eating his ramen. After a few minutes, though, he shivered as he felt what appeared to be lips lightly touching his neck.

Looking over, he watched as 777 sat down next to him, looking at him intently. He was probably wondering why his lover was in a seemingly abandoned ramen shop.

"What are you doing here?" The tech asked, confused.

"Looking for you," The singer answered simply.

"Why?"

Shrugging, he answered, "You weren't at the concert, so I figured you were here."

"You're concert shouldn't be out yet," The Tech stated.

Scowling, the man answered, "Yeah, tell me about it. We ended up getting canceled at the last minute. They ended up wanting a 'more popular' band." He used air quotes to prove his point.

"How're you feeling?"

"Pissed," He answered easily.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah, of course I am. They shouldn't have canceled at the last minute."

Grinning sheepishly, 777 said, "Actually, I lied. Def March wasn't canceled. Well, that's kinda true. I canceled us."

Choking on some of his ramen, the Tech sputtered, "S-seriously?"

"Yeah."

Reaching over, the Tech rested his hand against his lover's forehead, making sure he was not sick. In response, 777 growled, "The hell are you doing?"

"Making sure you weren't sick. Why'd you do that?"

"Well," He began, letting his arm wrap around the Tech's shoulders, "I was started to feel lonely."

Eyes widening a small fraction, he leaned into the half embrace, whispering, "Me too."

# 3: Snapshots

"Eeek!!"

That was the sound that greeted 777 as he, Tenho, and BJ stepped out from the concert stage and into the populated area of

A-East. It was getting close to midnight, late autumn, a time of the year that 777 personally hated, and the singer wasn't in the mood to be signing autographs, taking pictures, and being asked to parties and weddings and other social events.

Before he was swarmed by the loyal Def March fans, he turned his head and looked at the Tech, who was glancing at the ground, shivering in his trademark black T-shirt. Sighing, he removed his sweatshirt, and tossed it at him. Once his lover was looking at him, he mouthed, 'Sorry.'

In response, he just shook his head. He did not mind being out in the cold while countless girls swooned over his lover. He had become used to it. He was going out with a rising singer, it was to be expected.

He watched as two girls positioned themselves on both of his sides, hugging him, as another friend took a picture of them. He was not jealous, he had been around while thousands of snapshots had been taken, most of them resembling that one.

Then, while he was signing something for a different girl, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek, before running over to her friends, giggling.

Watching that had hurt. But only a little and it did not last long. Almost like a papercut. He did not like people, strangers, kissing his lover, especially when he was around. Those made him feel a little jealous.

But, that feeling never lasted long, because he reminded himself that those select few fans would only be able to kiss and hug 777 a couple of times, while he had the singer for, hopefully, the rest of his life.

# 4: Brands

"You're crazy."

"No, you're crazy!"

"Maybe you're right. Though, I know you don't know what kinds of brands are the best."

"I know more than you."

The Tech scoffed before replying, "I don't get how you don't like Natural Puppy."

"I think they're clothes are all… girly," 777 answered, earning a playful slap from his lover.

"It's better than Wild Boar."

"Hey, my hoodies's from Gatito," The singer defended.

"My mistake. Natural Puppy's still better."

"No one would watch my shows if I dressed in that crap."

"So," The Tech began tentatively, "do you hate how I dress?"

Shaking his head, the singer replied, "Of course not. In fact, I think you look better in what you wear than what I wear. I think my clothes are too hardcore for you."

"Thanks," The Tech replied sarcastically.

"Y'know, I think I know what you should dress in," 777 said, smirking suggestively.

"I'm afraid to ask."

"In one of those Goth dresses they sell at the Lapin Angelique stores." Once again, he received another slap, this one a little harder than the last.

# 5: Morning

Lying down on the comfortable bed in their spacious apartment, the Tech brooded. Where was 777? It was past midnight, and even though his concerts sometimes lasted a long time, he should have been back by now. Or, at least, he would have called, explaining why he was taking so long.

Though he did not want to admit it, he was starting to feel worried. His stomach was churning, and he was unable to drift off to sleep. Where was he? The Tech was starting think about getting up and going outside, maybe taking a quick walk along the route that 777 would take to arrive here, or maybe getting up to find the phone and simply call the singer.

But, before he could get up and do any of those things, he heard the soft click of the door, then footsteps getting closer to their room. The Tech was starting to sit up so he could turn on the light, and give his lover a small reprimand, until he heard the footsteps become harder, and they were getting closer.

And then, without any warning, the Tech was on his back again, with 777 resting on top of his body. The singer's behavior was troubling him.

"Is something wrong?" The Tech questioned.

"No," 777 answered, his voice quiet and almost as if it was trembling.

"You're lying," He stated. He could feel the singer shake his head. Now, he could feel shaking. Even though it was dark, the Tech could make out that it was 777's shoulders.

"What's wrong?" He asked again.

"Nothing," The singer answered hastily, his voice sounding just the same as before.

He could feel his shirt beginning to get wet. His eyes widened a little. Was 777 crying?

"Are you crying?" He asked futilely.

Again, his lover's response was a quick shake of the head, but he knew better. He could now hear the quiet sobs.

"Come on, tell me. Did something bad happen?"

"Can I… tell you in the morning?" The Tech was almost scared by how meek 777 sounded. He did not have the heart to say no.

"Okay," He whispered, allowing his clearly troubled singer to stay on top of him, crying, until he had finally fallen asleep. The Tech soon followed, dreading yet anticipating what the morning would bring.

So… how was it? Was it good? Bad? Let me know in a review. I'd be happy to hear from readers, whether they wish to criticize me or say this was well written and possibly interesting.

Another reason I'd like to review is, well, I believe that the Tech needs a name. Don't you? I mean, I really can't picture 777 addressing him as "The Tech", can you? If you do have any ideas, I only ask that they be Japanese names and, if possibly, including both a first and last name. Let me know if you have any ideas for names for 777, even though I'm content to just continue to address him as such.

So, I'll ask one more time. Review please?