The lost composer of London

The Battle at London Eye

You know, all this weird crap is really starting to piss me off, Seras thought up in the London skyline. First vampires and ghouls, then portals and mystical teenagers, now afterlives filled with games, monsters, and people that keep recognizing me. This is all so ridiculous I don't know whether to find it annoying or hilarious!

"Could you please just take me back home?" Seras groaned. "I'd like to get some damned sleep."

Joshua dialed a few numbers into his phone. "Of course. Sweet dreams!" He smiled cheerfully and Seras fell through a portal, screaming in surprise. Neku could hear her cursing them as she fell. "Hmm, I don't think she likes us very much. Why might that be?"

Neku sighed. The saddest thing was, Joshua looked like he was genuinely wondering why. "Aren't we supposed to, I don't know, recruit her or something? She wasn't very open to anything you told her. And now you're letting her go, so this got us nowhere."

"Hmph," Joshua chuckled. "We told her what we meant to. This situation needs to be handled with some finesse Neku, we can't force our hand."

"You had no problem forcing this on me," Neku mumbled. "Actually he forces everything on me!"

"It's not polite to mumble Neku!" Joshua waggled his finger. "In any case, the seeds have been planted, now we wait for our flower to grow big and strong. In the meantime..." He stepped to the edge of the building. "I'll leave you to frolic through the garden!" He fell off and dropped into a portal.

"Hey wait a second!" Neku ran after him, but the portal was already gone. A vein in Neku's head bulged angrily.

"I really hate that guy."

*Beeelch* Oni pounded his chest and raised his bottle into the air like a champion, and laughed like a drunk. "Haha-hic-ha! Try and beat that –hic- Richy!" Richard pounded back a pint of beer, nearly knocking himself over. The room fell into silence momentarily, and then...

*UUUUUURP!* The two Reapers raised their hyped cries and laughed hardily. Rocky chugged down his own beer, but nothing came back up. Megan pinched the bridge of her nose in disgust.

"I swear you guys, I can smell that shit from the other side of the room!"

Oni raised his empty bottle. "That means it's –hic- working!" The men laughed and clinked their drinks together. Megan walked over and took Richard's new beer.

"Alright than!" She slammed it back, spilling a lot of it and guzzling beer and air alike. A few seconds later...

*BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP!* They were rendered speechless, and Megan grinned, slamming the mug back on the counter.

"And that's how a LADY does it, bitches!" The Reapers burst out with laughter, and Oni poured (or spilled) another beer. He saw someone enter the door from the corner of his beer-goggled eyes. It was Reece, carrying an alarmed look on his face.

"Hey-hic-hey, look who it is! Mr. Nayake, my man! I haven't seen you in ages old man, does our good Composer Anny really have such a tight grip on your dick?" Megan hit Oni on the arm to make him shut up.

"What is it sir?" Richard asked, noticing the look in his eyes.

Reece looked over at them. As soon as he had left the Composer's office, the reality of the situation struck him all over again. What Annabelle wanted to do was... unthinkable. But Reece was required to obey orders, it was his very mantra. But this... He composed himself instantly, regaining most of his authoritative figure.

"Seras is alive." There was only the sound of bottles crashing to the floor. The Reapers all sat up much straighter now, becoming very attentive.

Oni in particular seemed to transform from inebriated to sober in a millisecond. "Wha?"