Yay! My first TWEWY story! There will be Joshua/Neku.

Money converter to yen (Sorry, if it isn't exact):

1841 yen= $20

4602 yen= $50

9204 yen= $100

13805 yen= $150

Disclaimer: Since I don't own Joshua's epic quotes, it's quite obvious that I don't own TWEWY.

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"So, are you and Neku an item or something? You're pretty much the only girl he talks to, Shiki." the pink-haired girl commented, making the glasses girl blush before shaking his head. "We're just friends."

Neku was the silent and cold yet an eye-catcher at school. Many girls considered going out with him if he wasn't so mean or an introvert. He was definitely NOT the affable type. He was the pessimistic type to ask for frays while not even bothering to participate right after that.

"So, you never asked him out or anything, Shiki? He's pretty cute. His body is totally hot. If he had a more suave and cool personality, he would be totally like the Prince." Eri commented dreamily. Unfazed and naïve of what is to happen, Shiki cocked her head to the side. "Tried to ask him out but he turned me down."

"Pretty harsh, don't you think?"

"No, not really. I should've known that Neku wasn't really the type to go out with anyone." Shiki commented. Eri tapped her head thoughtfully before the light bulb went off. "But does he still care about you, though?"

"Yeah, we've been friends for some time. He's actually tolerable if you know him well enough."

"Does he do favors for you, Shiki?" Eri questioned some more. Shiki looked both ways before whispering, "He actually let me fix his shorts once when one of the buttons was loose. Don't tell anyone, though."

"So, you two must be really good friends, right?"

"I guess so. I've been friends with him…." Shiki trailed, thinking back to the time of the Game which happened about ten months ago. She, Neku, and Beat were now sixteen. "For a little over ten months. Which is pretty premature for a friendship but he still trusts me."

"Good!" Eri slapped a hand on Shiki's back. "It's settled. Since Michiko moved, I want you to ask him something for me." Shiki tightened her grip on Mr. Mew as she blinked in surprise at her best friend's devious smirk.

"There's no way he'll say yes to that! Why do we need him?" Shiki nearly shouted out.

"He has the looks and he knows a bit of fashion sense from you. It's perfect!" Eri clapped her hands together. "Besides, with you, he's sure to comply!"

"N-No. I-" Eri placed her hands firmly on her shaking friend's shoulders.

"Shiki, there's no one else like him. Our friends doesn't strike the right chord for me. We need something different. Genders hardly matter anymore! He's our only hope! I can't model everything for myself, you know!." Eri said sternly.

"W-Well, alright but Neku's going to say no to that for sure!" Shiki exclaimed out. Eri patted her on the back before whispering in her ear, "That's your job to convince h-"

"Going to say no to what?" a voice called out from behind, making the two girls jump. Speak of the devil, the orange-haired boy stared at them, studying them suspiciously.

"Well, that saves us from coming to him. You're friends with him right, so he should say yes, bye!"

"Wah, Eri! Come back!" Eri bounced off happily from the two, leaving a panicked Shiki with her doomed fate.

"So, I'm assuming that you wanted to ask me something, Shiki?" Neku spoke out quietly. His eyes looked a bit interested but the rest of his face looked bored. Shiki fidgeted with Mr. Mew's tail and laughed nervously.

"Uh, don't mind Eri. She was joking about it, haha." Shiki spoke awkwardly. Neku raised a suspicious eyebrow. "You're lying, aren't you? You told me about Eri and I know how she is. Tell. Now."

"Uh…" Crap, Neku is sharp. "!"

"Say that one more time. I don't understand gibberish." Neku snickered, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms. Shiki clenched her fists together before fidgeting once more.

"Can we…talk about this somewhere more private?" she whispered nervously. If she dropped the bomb on him in public, Neku is going to blow.

"Err…sure." A bemused Neku led Shiki to a small café that was barely filled. Trepidation filled his mind as he and the girl sat down. A waiter served them two iced teas.

"Umm, Well, Eri asked me to ask you to be our….since our last one moved out of the city…model for our clothes." Shiki muttered. Neku blinked before looking shocked. "She wanted me to be what?"

The orange-haired boy narrowed his eyes and grabbed his headphones. "No." To finalize that point, Neku shut out Shiki's protests by whipping out his savior. His headphones. For some reason, he never used ear buds, his father used to always say, "It's going to damage your eardrums if you use them since the sound is directly applied into the sensitive part." Five minutes passed before Neku took off his headphones, thinking that the punishment was deterrent.

"Please, we really need a new model. Our old one moved away. You're the only one that meets our best interests. Ugh, I was right. Please, Neku?" She gave him a sad puppy-eye look to emphasize her point. Neku hesitate before asking despondently, "What do I get out of all of this?"

"Oh? You're interested?" Shiki beamed with hope. Neku narrowed his eyes, not willing to capitulate just yet.

"No, I'm not. I'm curious."

"Well, how about this? Me and Eri give you 1841 yen each time you model for us." Shiki started before seeing the cannier look in Neku's eyes.

"I don't think that'll be worth it if I have to cross-dress, though." he sneered as he glared at his friend.

"Please, Neku. Oh, how about…um…" Shiki tapped her chin thoughtfully before coming up with something. "Well, they won't recognize who you are, though. That's what makeup is there for."

"Wait, now you're adding cosmetics in the mix. Yeah, Shiki, that makes it a whole lot better for me and my masculine pride, yeah. Seriously." Neku commented sarcastically.

"Trust your partner, Neku." Shiki pressed on, her tiny hands balling up into fists. Dang, Neku's litany is never-ending.

"Screw that shit. We're not in the game anymore. I ain't putting a dress on and that's final!" Neku nearly roared.

"Make-up? What's this? Since when did Phones start being a chick, yo?" a voice called out. A teen went over to their table and took a good long look to Neku. "He ain't a girl. What the hell has gotten into you, Phones?"

"Stop it, Beat. Maybe Neku had to do something with Shiki that involves with makeup." another voice that belonged to probably to a nine or ten-year-old also known as Rhyme.

"Yo, don't go gay on me, Phones, aight?" the teen warned. Neku groaned before pushing Beat away with two fingers to the forehead. "Hey, Shiki. What's going on with Phones?"

"Well, my best friend and I want him to be our model for our clothes. But so far, he's refused." Shiki answered forlornly. Neku let out a "Hmph" in response. Beat tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Why wouldn't Phones want to do that, won't he be all popular or somethin'?"

"Think about it for a minute, stupid. You're a boy, you're posing in an idiotic and gay dress, and your pictures go out in public between a group of girls. And those pictures scream 'GAY' all across. What do you think?"

"I think I see your point, Neku. That would be frightfully embarrassing." Rhyme chimed in. Neku let out a sigh in relief. Rhyme was a goddess. She was probably one of the few lucky ones who truly understood his pain. However, the next thing she said threw him off. "But, in a way, it wouldn't be too bad. It's only being passed by a handful of girls. I doubt any boys would see that. You should try it first."

Oh god, why was the world against him? And Beat, being the idiot he was, exclaimed one of his new games.

"It's settled them, yo! Let makes this a game! Bet! Neku! You, me. I bet that you won't be able to survive two weeks of modeling for 4602 yen! Aight?" Beat proposed enthused. Rhyme couldn't help smiling but Neku obviously declined the bet.

"No, jackass." Neku muttered quietly. "I absolutely refuse to."

"Fine, a 9204 yen!"

"No."

Beat guffawed loudly, beating the table loudly with a fist. The manager of the café gave Beat a warning glare. Such good friends Neku had, huh? "You scared, aren't ya, Phones?"

"No, it's called common sense, stupid." Neku's hand twitched for his headphones.

"I still say that you scared, Phones! You're a wimp!" his idiotic friend cried out. That's it. Time to shut them off. He took out his Mp3 and raised the headphones to his ears until-

"Oh no, you don't. You ain't going mute on me, Phones!" snarled the teen before grasping on the headphones. Neku held tightly on his headphones, not answering Beat. Beat, in response, gave a violent tug to the poor headphones and then-Snap!

"Oh my fucking god! What the hell did you do?" Neku roared contorted. Beat moved his arm from the way as if Neku was going to bite him like hell but accidentally knocked over the glass of iced tea all over Neku's Mp3. Neku frantically checked if the Mp3 was still good but the Mp3 gave a dead and limp response. It was a goner. This was when the manager snapped and kicked the four kids out of the café.

"It your fault, Phones. You go silent on me, I go violent." Beat replied coolly. Shiki slapped a hand on her face as Rhyme giggled in amusement.

"I don't think it was necessary to destroy Neku's headphones and Mp3, though, Beat." Rhyme commented, pointing to the limp and nearly split object in Neku's hands.

"Yeah, I know, it wasn't necessary but he should have agreed to the bet before anything bad happen. It's his fault, yo!"

However, this did nothing to soothe Neku's ire. When he was foreboding something from earlier, he was pretty sure this was it. "This pair of headphones. This pair that I had for nearly half of my life. This pair that you broke. Now, add my precious Mp3 to that. Was more than 4602 yen, you bastard!"

"Well, at least this gives you a better reason to join the bet, right Neku?" Rhyme asked innocuously. Neku looked her before looking at a smug Beat. If glares could kill, Beat would have his sorry ass kicked by Neku in and out of hell two hundred and thirty four times by now. No, he thought that he was not crazy enough to do this but this is absolutely necessary. He got his Mp3 and headphones as a birthday present from his parents and it's going to be all hell over again when he have to pay up a new one with his own money. Beat is so going down!

"Fine. But make it 13805 yen at least for the Mp3 and headphones that you broke." Neku said hesitantly, earning a triumphant smirk from Beat and a laugh of delight from Shiki. Rhyme simply smiled before laughing along with Shiki.

"When do I start doing this monkey job, Shiki?" the orange-haired boy asked. Shiki giggled and hugged Mr. Mew tightly.

"Let's say one week. I'll tell Eri that." she said in gusto. Neku nodded miserably before turning to Beat.

"Okay, since I start the bet. I'll start off with the rules. You can't hide in your house to hide yo shame. You must show FIVE pictures of yourself in Shiki's clothes to one dude. Ha! Beat that!" Beat said triumphantly. Neku decided that wasn't too bad since Beat is a boy but luck decided to go against him when Rhyme tugged on Beat's arm. "Huh, what Rhyme?"

"What about you? You're a boy, right?" Rhyme explained. "Neku could just show the pictures to you and wouldn't spoil anything to anyone."

"Oh, you're right. Fine, Neku, you show this to someone who ain't part of us. Ha!" Beat exclaimed in glee. Neku slapped an aggravated hand on his forehead. For once in his life, he felt that he might lose to the idiot who calls himself a "loyal friend."

"Fine, but one that's it. And, I don't have to wear any dresses." Neku said quietly. Shiki gasped. "I'm afraid you can't do that, Neku. Half of Eri's designs are dresses."

"You gotta be kidding me. Fine, but I'm not putting any thongs or ladies' underwear." Neku huffed out. Shiki thought of this for second before nodding. "Okay, it should be fine, I guess."

"Oh, and one more thing, if, Beat, IF, you say of this to anyone during the bet. You're going to have to go through me."

"What you goin' to do, bitch at me?"

"Yes but also bitchslap you to no end until you cry for mercy. That's my line." Neku replied coldly. "One boy for five pictures, that's it. For two weeks, that's it."

"Aight! This bet starts next week, yo!" Beat punched the air with a fist. "This is going to be an easy 13805 yen for me!

Neku groaned in agitation and pushed the twinge away. His best way to show Beat that he was confident is probably to be acting sedate even though in his mind, he was silently weeping in his emo corner. His days were numbered.

0.o.0.o.0.

Seven days. Seven days. Seven days. The two words formed frantically and repeated in Neku's nervous head. Seven days till the apocalypse. Who could he talk to this about to? Definitely not Beat or Shiki and not Rhyme either since she would be most likely supporting her brother. Neku walked begrudgingly through Miyashita Park. Cat Street was just up head. That's it! Mr. H should be able to help him. Mr. H is his idol! Neku eagerly went in the WildKat to look for the man.

"Hello? Mr. H?" Neku called out. No answer. "Mr. H?"

"Oi. Phones? That you?" answered a voice. A man in his twenties came into view and rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Hey, Phones. It's been a long time ever since I've had any company. How you've been?"

"Okay, I guess. I came here just to visit." Neku shrugged his shoulders casually. "Shiki, stupid Beat, and Rhyme are doing fine."

Neku suddenly remembered something and looked around anxiously. Mr. H, also known as Sanae, chuckled and spoke out. "No need to get tense, Phones. The boss is having his beauty sleep right now." He smiled in amusement as the boy let out a sigh in relief. Neku definitely did not want to see Joshua (a.k.a the "boss.") That stupid prissy boy always gets him more pissed than Beat. Not to mention, screw "trust your partner." Joshua proved to be an exception to the end.

"Hmm, did you and Beat get into a fight again?" drawled Sanae with a lazy hand occupied with a cup of coffee.

"Yeah. Another stupid fight. This time, I think I gotten myself stuck in another pile of shit. I made this," Neku added an aggravated sigh. "This is the other reason why I went to you. I made a stupid bet with Beat."

"Oh, all right. What's the 'stupid bet'?" Sanae asked, interested. He knew that Neku was never stupid enough to ever agree to Beat's idiotic propositions. This was new. Neku flushed faintly in embarrassment as he explained.

"So, it all started when Shiki and her best friend, Eri got this stupid idea that I should model for them in their clothes. I said no but since Lady Luck decided to be a bitch yesterday, Beat and Rhyme came in and overheard our conversation." Neku said. Sanae set down his coffee and motioned him to go on. "Then, the idiotic bastard wanted to have a bet with me. He bet that I wasn't able to survive modeling with Shiki and Eri for two weeks for 13805 yen."

"Whoa, that's a lot of money." Sanae exclaimed surprised. Neku nodded grimly.

"I said no obviously but he…" This time, Neku was seething with anger. "BROKE MY FREAKING Mp3 AND HEADPHONES!"

None of them heard the faint thump behind the door behind the counter. Sanae blinked in surprise before finishing the sentence, "So, you had no choice but to agree to the bet to get money for a new Mp3 and headphones since Beat was being a stubborn bull, am I right?"

Neku nodded vigorously. "That's why I need you to help me find any hidden loopholes of the bet that I could use to my advantages."

Meanwhile….

As Neku and Sanae were talking, from the door behind the counter, Joshua slept pleasantly. He purred and snuggled into the warmth of the couch, having a pleasant dream- "BROKE MY FREAKING Mp3 AND HEADPHONES!"

Joshua nearly yelp in surprise as he fell from the bed. Groaning silently, he crawled towards the door and nearly gasped as he heard a familiar voice.

"That's why I need you to help me find any hidden loopholes of the bet that I could use to my advantages." Nekky?

Opening the door slightly, Joshua squinted through the limited space and saw his beloved proxy once more. He smirked, seeing his proxy in distress, he decided to listen to the conversation.

"Well, uh, Phones. That's a lot for me to take in. Give me time to think about it, would ya? Come back tomorrow." Sanae said, scratching his head in head in thought. "Sorry."

Neku looked crestfallen but looked up again. "Please do hurry. My days are numbered. There's only seven more days before the apocalypse. I need you to think of something for me I don't want to fall in the wretched hands of doom. I don't want to die!"

Joshua chuckled softly at Neku's distress. Whatever Neku was dealing with must be a big deal.

"Well, it can't be that bad, right? You're just modeling for two girls. Besides, not the entire wardrobe has to be girl clothes, right? " Sanae tried be optimistic. "It's okay, Phones."

However, Neku shook his head like an abused dog. "This is Eri and Shiki we're talking about. My pride's at stake here. I want the money for a new Mp3 and headphones but I have to sacrifice my pride."

"Well, good things call from sacrifices, Phones." Sanae commented optimistically. "Anyway, it's just one boy besides Beat that you have to show those five photos to, right?"

Joshua became puzzled. What photos? The Composer smirked before thinking to himself. Whatever bet Beat proposed must've been a good one. Quite rare for the chimp.

"I'm not showing any boy a picture of me in some kind of girly clothes. Thanks anyway, Mr. H. Ugh, I just hope I don't have to hide in my house all day after I go through hell." Neku sighed irritated.

"Hey, you have been through hell three times, right?" Sanae shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his coffee, earning a small smile from the teen.

"Bye, Mr. H. Have a good day." Neku shoved his hands in his pockets and walked out. Sanae chuckled before waving a hand.

"Just make sure that you don't come back here with a dress on, you hear, Phones?" Sanae called out.

"Whatever!" Neku called back.

Joshua pondered for a bit. A bet? Nekky's distress? Nekky…cross-dressing? Hmm…Interesting. The boy flicked the hair out of his eyes before walking out.

"Oh, hey, Boss. You up already?" Sanae raised a hand to greet the Composer.

"Yes, so then…" Joshua drawled in his cocky tone and leaned lazily against the table. "What's this I hear about Nekky and a bet?"

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