Epilogue
Rating: PG-13/T
Genre: Drama/Angst
Summary: First WEWY fic. Neku wins the game. But it doesn't mean he hasn't been shot.
Author's Note: I don't know. I wanted desperately to do some WEWY stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own The World Ends With You. It belongs solely to SquareEnix.
Thump.
Beep.
Thump.
Beep.
His head hurt.
He felt like he'd been nailed with an eighteen-wheeler.
Thump.
Beep.
What's that noise? It's making his headache worse. Where on earth was he? Everything was fuzzy, distorted. He grasped at vague, foggy memories lurking just beyond coherency.
Thump.
Beep.
Breathing was difficult. There was something over his mouth and nose. And on his chest…
…Thump.
…Beep.
…There was pressure. Lots of pressure. Didn't hurt, though. In fact, he couldn't really feel much of anything. His scant hold on consciousness was growing weaker and weaker…
…Thump…
…Beep…
Getting slower… Getting slower…
Then-
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP…
"Dammit!"
"Charging. Clear!"
THUMP.
Harder, deeper than the last few thumps.
Pain. Maybe not even pain. Something else… Something burning his chest. It faded after a moment.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP…
"Charging. Clear!"
THUMP.
Like a slap to the face, he felt himself being rudely forced back into the land of the living and lively. He felt new things: Strange cloth beneath his palms, which were flat on… Well, whatever he happened to be lying back on.
Thump.
Beep.
Thump.
Beep.
"We've got him. He's back."
"Any ID on him?"
Rustling, poking and prodding around his shorts. He knew he should say something, knew he was supposed to, but his reflexes were as slow as a beetle trapped in molasses. Felt something being tugged out of his side pocket: His wallet. Inside, some money, a picture that came with the wallet, and his school ID.
"Sakuraba Neku, age fifteen."
Thump.
Beep.
Thump.
Beep.
Dammit, what was going on? Something bad, he was starting to gather that much. Common sense was starting to drift to him, and he seized what he could eagerly.
All right. He was lying down.
Someone was looking at him.
The noise… The thumping… The pressure… That strange sensation…
Wrong. Something was wrong.
Thump.
Beep.
Thump.
Bump.
He tried to open his eyes. His lids felt like lead.
"How long do we have? I don't think he's coming back if he crashes again!"
"Five minutes. Keep him alive for five minutes more and we're good. Is he conscious?"
It was then that whoever was crouched next to him noticed his eyes moving. Before he could react, the sensitive piece of skin was being cautiously pried open, and a light was being shined into his eye.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
His other eye opened, slowly but surely, and the light disappeared.
"Neku? Neku Sakuraba? Come on, now, we need you to stay awake!"
Thump.
Beep.
Thump.
Beep.
"Neku, you've got to try and stay awake. You've been shot in the chest, and you've lost a lot of blood. If you black out again, you might not wake up!"
…Shot?
…Shot.
Shot…
Shot by…
By… By the mural… Near Wild Hog…
By…
He blacked out again.