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my judgment burned: Player Side
Title: my judgment burned: Player Side
Fandom: The World Ends With You
Character(s): Hanekoma, Sho, Konishi, Higashizawa, Uzuki, Kariya, Joshua, Kitaniji
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Humor/Fluff
Word Count: 680
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: AU where the Reapers are the Players and the Players are the Reapers.
Notes: It was just a twoshot!
After getting separated from Sho, Sanae finds him staring through a shop’s window. More specifically, he has his eye on one particular piece of clothing, with stats higher than anything either he or Sho had on right now.
“Look at that beautiful number spread,” says Sho, once he notices Sanae’s approach. “I haven’t seen so many pluses since commutative addition.”
It’s a nice piece of equipment. There’s just one little issue.
“You know that that’s a skirt,” says Sanae, one eyebrow raised.
Sho groans. “But the numbers. The numbers! I can take negative dignity for positive beauty!”
Sho Minamimoto would absolutely go around in a skirt if he thought the numbers were good enough, Sanae realizes. He would also absolutely punch anyone who mentioned it. Better cut this off at the head just for the sake of peace.
“There’s one number you forgot to crunch,” he says. Sho stares at him blankly, so he goes on: “The price. For that cost we can get you a shirt and pants that add up to bigger bonuses.”
“...I knew that,” says Sho, only a tiny bit more subdued. “I was just considering the theory.”
Sanae pats his shoulder gently. If he so much as implied that Sho wasn’t good at practical math, his partner would bite his head off.
“While I appreciate the chance to stop and eat,” says Konishi primly, over a bowl of minestrone, “we ought to be finishing the mission for the day.”
Higashizawa shrugs his massive shoulders. “The mission can wait.”
She frowns severely. “The negative consequences of not completing the mission far outweigh-”
“Other Players will most likely complete it for us, and even if no one does, we will still have the time to finish it ourselves after the meal,” he says. “Strategically, a good meal can make the difference between a close victory and a loss. Our body’s needs cannot be ignored even now that we are dead.”
“...I suppose you have a point,” she says. “But let’s make it a quick one.”
“To reap full benefit of a meal,” Higashizawa says, “you must enjoy your food. Savor it. Experience your food fully.”
She frowns even further, and wonders if there was any other Player she could have used as a better partner.
For the hundredth time this week, Uzuki shrieks at Kariya, “When are you going to start fighting seriously?!”
Kariya pulls his lollipop out of his mouth to answer. “When I need to, I guess.”
“When you- they’re trying to Erase us and you don’t want to give it your all? You’ve got some kind of death wish, right?” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Or maybe you just think I’ll pick up all your slack!”
“That’s not it,” he says. “I trust you. If it wasn’t for the way the Game works, you could probably wipe out all the Noise on your own. So I don’t need to fight too hard when I know you’ve got my back.”
Uzuki stares at him for a moment, before yelling, “That’s the exact same thing!”
“Kitaniji,” says Joshua, “do you know anything about the Composer?”
“Let’s see…” Kitaniji mulls over it for a moment. “From the Reapers, I’ve heard that the Composer is a girl, possibly young. Supposedly, a benevolent employer, though they sometimes don’t understand her whims.”
“And the Conductor?” Joshua asks.
“We spoke with her at the beginning of the Game. She seems lively, and I had the impression that she takes her duties with the gravity they’re due.”
“What do you think the relationship between the Composer and the Conductor should be like?” Joshua continues.
“Should be, or is?” asks Kitaniji.
Joshua fiddles with his cell phone. “Should be.”
“I imagine that the Conductor would have a great respect for the Composer, as their only superior, and the Composer would have a Conductor that they could trust and rely on to carry out their wishes.” Kitaniji lowers his shades a little, to get a better look at him. “Is something on your mind?”
“No, nothing,” says Joshua. “Just curious.”
Fandom: The World Ends With You
Character(s): Hanekoma, Sho, Konishi, Higashizawa, Uzuki, Kariya, Joshua, Kitaniji
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Humor/Fluff
Word Count: 680
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: AU where the Reapers are the Players and the Players are the Reapers.
Notes: It was just a twoshot!
After getting separated from Sho, Sanae finds him staring through a shop’s window. More specifically, he has his eye on one particular piece of clothing, with stats higher than anything either he or Sho had on right now.
“Look at that beautiful number spread,” says Sho, once he notices Sanae’s approach. “I haven’t seen so many pluses since commutative addition.”
It’s a nice piece of equipment. There’s just one little issue.
“You know that that’s a skirt,” says Sanae, one eyebrow raised.
Sho groans. “But the numbers. The numbers! I can take negative dignity for positive beauty!”
Sho Minamimoto would absolutely go around in a skirt if he thought the numbers were good enough, Sanae realizes. He would also absolutely punch anyone who mentioned it. Better cut this off at the head just for the sake of peace.
“There’s one number you forgot to crunch,” he says. Sho stares at him blankly, so he goes on: “The price. For that cost we can get you a shirt and pants that add up to bigger bonuses.”
“...I knew that,” says Sho, only a tiny bit more subdued. “I was just considering the theory.”
Sanae pats his shoulder gently. If he so much as implied that Sho wasn’t good at practical math, his partner would bite his head off.
“While I appreciate the chance to stop and eat,” says Konishi primly, over a bowl of minestrone, “we ought to be finishing the mission for the day.”
Higashizawa shrugs his massive shoulders. “The mission can wait.”
She frowns severely. “The negative consequences of not completing the mission far outweigh-”
“Other Players will most likely complete it for us, and even if no one does, we will still have the time to finish it ourselves after the meal,” he says. “Strategically, a good meal can make the difference between a close victory and a loss. Our body’s needs cannot be ignored even now that we are dead.”
“...I suppose you have a point,” she says. “But let’s make it a quick one.”
“To reap full benefit of a meal,” Higashizawa says, “you must enjoy your food. Savor it. Experience your food fully.”
She frowns even further, and wonders if there was any other Player she could have used as a better partner.
For the hundredth time this week, Uzuki shrieks at Kariya, “When are you going to start fighting seriously?!”
Kariya pulls his lollipop out of his mouth to answer. “When I need to, I guess.”
“When you- they’re trying to Erase us and you don’t want to give it your all? You’ve got some kind of death wish, right?” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Or maybe you just think I’ll pick up all your slack!”
“That’s not it,” he says. “I trust you. If it wasn’t for the way the Game works, you could probably wipe out all the Noise on your own. So I don’t need to fight too hard when I know you’ve got my back.”
Uzuki stares at him for a moment, before yelling, “That’s the exact same thing!”
“Kitaniji,” says Joshua, “do you know anything about the Composer?”
“Let’s see…” Kitaniji mulls over it for a moment. “From the Reapers, I’ve heard that the Composer is a girl, possibly young. Supposedly, a benevolent employer, though they sometimes don’t understand her whims.”
“And the Conductor?” Joshua asks.
“We spoke with her at the beginning of the Game. She seems lively, and I had the impression that she takes her duties with the gravity they’re due.”
“What do you think the relationship between the Composer and the Conductor should be like?” Joshua continues.
“Should be, or is?” asks Kitaniji.
Joshua fiddles with his cell phone. “Should be.”
“I imagine that the Conductor would have a great respect for the Composer, as their only superior, and the Composer would have a Conductor that they could trust and rely on to carry out their wishes.” Kitaniji lowers his shades a little, to get a better look at him. “Is something on your mind?”
“No, nothing,” says Joshua. “Just curious.”