The Game (Neku x Reader)

Chapter 2

"I really don't want to go and talk with the Composer."

Uzuki seemed annoyed and rolled her eyes as she kept her arms crossed. "And why not?! Don't you see that this could be a chance to get promoted?!"

Just the thought of a promotion nearly made me sick. I wanted nothing more than to quit being a Reaper and fully return to the RG. The Composer could possibly be wanting to see me since Neku technically 'saw' me for a split second, but even then, it wouldn't make sense to want to speak with me personally. He could just send someone to tell me... Oh, that was right... I remembered how the original Conductor was Erased and a new one hadn't been added yet. Then could Uzuki be right about this? I shook my head and focused back on Uzuki who was impatiently awaiting a response from me, looking like she was about to pop a blood vessel.

"That's the last thing I want," I answered truthfully as I nervously paced back and forth on the top of the rooftop we were on. Koki was watching us as he leaned on the door that led to the rooftop.

"Have to agree with you here," he said and stared at the lollipop in his hand. He always had some kind of lollipop in his hand, fidgeting with it in some way or form, although it was usually bean paste, his favorite, according to what he had told me a couple years ago. "Who would want a promotion when you can stay on the field. Being an Officer would be even worse, knowing that if there was a kid like Sakuraba playing then you'd be Erased for certain at the end of the week."

"You too?! Don't you want to be in a higher position?" Uzuki asked, pulling out her phone from her pocket, reading over something before pocketing it, turning towards me. "I have to go and Kariya has to come with. Good luck with your meeting."

She and Koki then left me alone which made me cry out from the stress of the entire situation which only seemed to cause anxiety to eat away at me due to the upcoming 'meeting' with the Composer. The noise was drowned out by the crowds of Shibuya that masked over it. But what makes me special compared to any other Reaper? Taking in deep breaths, I tried to calm myself, knowing that deep down, I couldn't change what had happened and that this was coming sooner or later.

Dead God's Pad was empty when I first arrived. The fishes were swimming endlessly beneath me as there seemed to be the constant whirring of a fan somewhere among the empty room, humming in my ear. Looking around at the elegant, white, creamy couches, the glass table where various types of wine bottles were, the pool table with an abandoned game, it became even more apparent that I was completely alone. Isolated.

I sighed and walked forward. I was supposed to just stay here in Dead God's Pad but I knew that the Composer resided in a room ahead, hidden to the naked eye called the Room of Reckoning. Reaper's weren't necessarily allowed in there though, without the Composer's consent. I hoped that I would talk with the Composer soon, not wanting to be here any longer. Although, the atmosphere of the room gave off a serene feeling, with the fish life beneath my feet. My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket, and found that I didn't recognize the sender, and couldn't even make out a number from the jumbled text and symbols at the top of the screen. Weird, I thought to myself as I read the message.

'Thank you for taking your time to come here. While I do believe that you have an idea as to why you are here, I figured that I might as well tell you plainly. But to ease your nerves, I must say that I am most certainly not upset by your... encounter with Neku Sakuraba the other day. It was merely coincidence that you happened to be that place he was at. After all, you were just going there for your friends. This has to do with the current position of Reapers in Shibuya at the moment. As you know, the previous Conductor, Megumi Kitaniji, was Erased, and a new one needs to replace him. Looking between three Reapers, I found that you would be most suitable for the job. Do we have an agreement on the matter?'