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Long Dream –Live Remix– (B Side)

Title: Long Dream –Live Remix– (B Side)

Rating: T

Word Count: 7598 total, 3840 this chapter

Characters: Coco, Joshua, Neku, Beat, OMC, OFC

Warnings: Major character death

Summary: Her Magnum Opus nears completion, and as her audience approaches, she hurriedly arranges one final rehearsal. Elaboration on a pet theory of mine, built out of Final Remix spoilers.

Feel the people, hear the voices

They are reaching out to catch you

Feel the rhythms, hear the noises

You are beating all the visions

***

Shinjuku’s Room of Reckoning, the seat of power for its reigning Composer, was the only place in the entire city that Coco absolutely hated. Despite being a space set aside specifically for her, she was required to keep the room exactly the way it had always been: a throwback to the Shinto roots of the city, with a gate of red wood over the entrance, two fox statues standing guard just beyond that, braided ropes and paper charms decorating every wall, and a large patch of white sand centered around a single flat stone under a narrow skylight. Coco sat cross-legged on a cushion on that stone, rapidly tapping her fingers as she regarded her surroundings.

“This place and I have, like, the exact opposite energy.”

It wasn’t much longer until she heard footsteps. Through the gate walked a woman who looked to be in her thirties, with slightly pale skin and straight black hair tied into a bun, wearing a simple shrine maiden uniform. She knelt at the edge of the sand and bowed. Coco fought back an urge to grimace, and was mostly successful.

“Sit up, Atsuko Watanabe,” Coco said in a half-assed formal tone. “We have, like, much to discuss.”

Straightening her back, Watanabe said, “You honor me with your presence, Composer. How may your humble servant carry out your will?”

Coco shifted in her seat. Even now, she still wasn’t entirely sure how to begin. “Well, uh…we got a thing we need to do…and this thing is, like, about Shinjuku’s future and stuff, so, um…”

A smile slowly crossed Watanabe’s face. Her eyes twinkled as she asked, “Do you mean a Game? Are we finally going to hold another Game?”

“Uuuuuh that was the plan, but—“

Watanabe brought her hands together. “Wonderful! It’s been so long since we’ve held a Game, we’ve built up such a stable of Players we need to test!”

“H-Hey, hold up gurl…” Coco said, reaching out reluctantly.

“I have already selected a Game Master I believe would be ideal, they need only your approval and we can begin immediately. Of course, this is but a humble suggestion, my lady: we shall proceed in whatever way you deem best. Oh, this is so exciting! I can hardly wait!” Watanabe closed her eyes and giggled, trying to sit still but bouncing just a bit. Coco scratched her head as a wave of intense guilt washed over her.

“Big yikes…” she said. “Um, Watanabe—“

“Yes, my lady?”

“I was saying, like, I was going to hold a Game, but…unfortunately, um, planz have changed.”

Coco could see the enthusiasm drain out of Watanabe. In mere seconds, her cheery demeanor was entirely gone, leaving her with nothing but a hollow, dejected expression that made her look ten years older. “…Oh. I see.”

“Listen, I’m sorry it be like that. Like, I know you really want a Game, and we’ll have one soon, I totez promise! v soon. But first, we got something else super urgent we need to deal with—it literally can’t wait, which is the only reason why I’m putting off the Game.”

Watanabe just stared down at the sand in silence.

Hesitantly, Coco asked, “…Um, Watanabe? u good?”

“Composer…” Watanabe said quietly. “Forgive me, but…I believe my patience has reached its limit.”

“Watanabe, listen up, this—“

“Years. It has been years since the last time a Game was held in Shinjuku! The Reapers need points to survive, my lady, and several of the rank and file are nearly out! They are in very real danger of fading away forever! And as if that weren’t bad enough, this…this entire situation could have so easily been avoided!”

Feeling just a little annoyed, Coco leaned forward and said, “I already told you, like, we’ll have one soon, nbd.”

“It’s a very big deal!” Watanabe shouted. “At this point your men are so desperate that when we do hold a Game, the competition amongst them will be atrocious! They won’t know when to expect another chance to earn points, so they’ll collect as many as they possibly can, hoarding them all for themselves, leaving few to none for the inexperienced to survive on! We may have garnered an exorbitant amount of Players, but at this point I fear it still won’t be enough to go around! And now you’re saying we need to wait even longer?!”

“Chill, fam! You’re totez getting WAY ahead of yourself!”

“I have to think that far ahead, because you won’t spare so much as a single thought for your duties!”

Coco’s eyes widened, her veins freezing over. “W…what did you just say about me?”

Watanabe stood up, aiming a sad glare at Coco. “I’ve been running the UG on my own this entire time, because you won’t take your duties seriously. You are meant to judge the worth of humanity, to learn what is necessary to guide them and us to a better future. Does that simply not matter to you, Composer?”

Coco could hardly believe what she was hearing. Standing, she said, “Like, of course it matters to me? I heckin love Shinjuku! Everything that I do is for the benefit of this city! You sayin you for realz don’t know that, Watanabe?”

“It is hard for me to believe that, my lady. You’ve excused yourself from your work for ages, and during all this time I’ve barely heard even a word from you! Frankly…I feel I have no evidence to suggest that you truly care for this city, nor that you will ever behave responsibly in regards to your duty regarding it.”

“That’s a hot load of…” Coco stopped, putting a hand to her forehead with a short huff. “…Whatevs. You don’t know what I’ve been doing, I never told you, so I guess I can’t totally blame you for thinking that. But like, the reason I asked you here was cuz I’m gonna tell you what I’ve been doing, and what comes next in my keikaku.”

Watanabe waited expectantly. Coco took a deep breath, hoping she would be able to find the words she needed.

“So tbh…I’ve been working on a Noise. A super duper powerful Noise called a ‘Magnum Opus’, which contains, like, its own plane of existence inside of it. I gotta strengthen it, and because it’s so complex, it’s taken a long time to get that done. Like, a loooong time. But it’s totez gonna be worth it!”

Watanabe furrowed her brow. “This whole time, you’ve been making a Noise? A single Noise? What made you think such a thing was necessary?”

“Well…I had a vision,” Coco said.

“A vision?”

“Yeah! I saw Shinjuku get entirely wiped out, so like, obv I had to do everything I could to stop that from happening!”

“…I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“Well the…the way it happened…” Coco’s words ground to a halt. She couldn’t explain an Inversion without explaining the Inferno, and she couldn’t explain the Inferno without explaining the Higher Plane, and that was something she had been strictly forbidden from revealing to her subordinates. “Um…see, the guyz who did Teh Thing were, like, suuuuper powerful. I knew I was totez gonna need a heavy hitter to take ‘em down! So, Magnum Opus Noise!”

Watanabe took a few seconds to reflect on this explanation, finally saying, “I suppose that makes some sense.”

“Great! Glad we’re, like, on the same page!”

“Wait a moment, my lady, I still have questions. I have never heard of this Magnum Opus Noise—where did you learn of it?”

“It’s, uh, top secret Composer stuff. Sorry, can’t share those deetz.”

“Alright then. In that case, did your vision also come from your Composer powers?”

Coco shook her head. “Nah…my Composer-ness does give me sum omniscience and stuff, but this was different. Normal Composer Vision is, like, whambalam, and KABAM, yeah, that seems right, I can feel it in my kokoro. But this vision was totez creepy af, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Watanabe paused a moment. “My lady…if you’ve never seen anything like this vision, then why are you so sure it is reliable?”

Coco blinked. “…Um…”

Watanabe stepped forward. “If this has nothing to do with your Composer abilities, then what guarantee is there that these events will come to pass? Why would you be so certain of it that you would give up everything else just to prepare for something that may never occur?”

“It…well…” Coco looked down, her cheeks starting to burn as she fumbled for a response. She raised her fist towards her chin and turned slightly. “Something about it, just…terrified me, Watanabe. I’ve never felt horror like that, so…I mean, I had to do something.”

Watanabe took another step. “And merely because it scared you, you abandoned all of us?!”

Coco backed up to the edge of her stone. Watanabe lowered her gaze, realizing that her foot had landed on the sand. Turning abruptly, she covered her face with her hand and sighed, while Coco just stared at her back.

“…Watanabe…please,” she said. “I need your help to keep Shinjuku safe. Can I count on you?”

Watanabe looked over her shoulder. “…I am sorry, Composer. But I do not believe in this cause of yours. Go and do what you must…but in the meantime, I am going to see to my duties and conduct a Game. Shinjuku cannot be asked to wait for us any longer.”

Coco lowered her arm. Trying as hard as she could to smile, she said, “Understandable, have a nice day.”

Watanabe walked out. Coco dropped down and pulled her hood over her eyes, shutting them tight to keep her tears from falling. When she eventually opened them again, the room was much darker—something had covered up the skylight, she realized. It was then she noticed Rōjin standing at the edge of the sand.

“…Like, I knew she was gonna be annoyed,” Coco said, “but I didn’t think she’d get so pissed off. tbh I wasn’t prepared to see her like that. I’m…kinda shook.”

She let out a ragged sigh.

“I legit wanted her help. If I can’t count on Watanabe, then like, none of my Officers are gonna help. Now Tapez and I are probs gonna have to fight the Inferno on our own.”

Hopefully, she glanced up at Rōjin. He shook his head.

“…Right. Your hands are still tied, I guess. The Higher Plane won’t do anything until it’s already too late. But damn Kiryu and his Producer get off totally clean after trying to sink their city…but, that’s none of my business.”

She got to her feet and looked her Producer in the eye.

“Rōjin…I totez appreciate all you’ve done for me. You’ve been a real bro, taking me srsly and helping out however you can. I know I sorta take you for granted, but like, I really am gr8ful for everything. Just wanna let u know.”

Rōjin nodded. Coco glanced at the sand hesitantly, and then shrugged, walking right across it.

“Guess I’ll just go back to what I was doing. If you can, plz keep an eye out while Watanabe runs her Game—I don’t know fo sho how much time we got until the Inferno makes a move.”

As she approached, Rōjin held on arm out to stop her. She faced him with a confused expression.

“I will advocate for you,” the Producer said.

“…wat?” Coco said. “Wait, you mean right now, you’re going up?”

Rōjin nodded.

“I…I mean thnx, that’s really generous, but u sure? They’re getting the Game they asked 4, that should make them happy, yeah?”

“A Game run by the Conductor. They will demand an explanation. Anticipating this will look better, and allow me a chance to sway them.”

Coco stepped towards him. “Rōjin, don’t put a target on your back! The Higher Plane has, like, already been clear about how they want to deal with the Inferno, there’s no way we’re gonna be able to change that. Even if we tell em Shinjuku will be wiped out if they don’t do sumthin, they’re totez just gonna say ‘then perish’. I can handle this! I mean, I know I was just lowkey freaking out, but real talk, I can—“

Rōjin turned and began to leave.

“Hey, hold up!”

He paused. Coco fidgeted.

“…I just…I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. Like, I know I’m a crappy Composer, and I’ve already caused you nothing but grief with the crew upstairs. If you push em any further…”

Rōjin faced her, and to Coco’s surprise, he was smiling. “Don’t be afraid.”

Coco couldn’t think of a reply. Rōjin turned back around and went through the gate, leaving Coco alone. It took some time, but eventually she was able to calm down.

Tapez’s next meal might be the last one he gets before the baddle beginz. I need to, like, figure out how to make his power maximum with just one more boost.

Slowly, she turned her head.

…The OG strat was that, at the last second, I’d go for that pair. And like, they’d totez gimme dat boost. But now that Kiryu’s onto me, and it’s obv just how, uh, strained my relationship with the Higher Plane is…not convinced that’s the best play I can make rn.

Coco paced across the room as she weighed her options. As she did, she began to feel a sharp pain in her head, and her entire body tensed.

A…again?

The pain began to spread.

No, no not another one, not already, not now!

Her vision went out all at once. When it returned, she was looking through that same unsettling filter, only now she saw not Shinjuku, but Shibuya. She saw Neku, the boy slowly falling over as his body went limp and lifeless. And in front of him, she saw Joshua, pointing a gun at him with a look of malice as an unfamiliar voice echoed in her mind.

“Hello? Is anybody there?”

The Room of Reckoning came back, and it was perhaps the only time in her life Coco had ever been glad to see it. She clutched her head tightly in both hands, staring wide-eyed at the floor, and worked to decipher what she had just seen.

“This one…was different…Kiryu shot him? Why would he do that? I mean, he did it before…is this from the past? Or is he going to do it again?”

Coco thought back to her last conversation with Shibuya’s Composer. She remembered his parting threat.

“…Would he really…kill Neku…just to stop me from using him?”

She couldn’t know for sure. But, it wasn’t something she would put past him. And assuming this latest vision wasn’t a look back into the past, that meant the Neku of the world she lived in might only be around for a limited time.

“If I dun act now, I might miss my chance.”

She weighed her options again, but this information was more than enough to tilt the scales. Clenching her fists, Coco glared in the direction of Shibuya.

“I gotta do it to ‘em. I ain’t afraid of Kiryu! He can try whatev he wants, but I’m totez gonna come out on top! After this, Tapez will be unbeatable!”

***

In this long dream, can you find me?

Want you to call my name

In this hazard, chance of survival?

I need to be with you

***

Coco stood alone on the empty streets of Shinjuku. One hand was pressed firmly against her bleeding shoulder, and the other was clamped tight around a pin emblazoned with a symbol resembling the Dissonance Tapir’s eye. She stood there, shaking, trying her best to cling onto her composure, but it was too much for her. Coco threw her head back and wailed into the sky.

She had sought out Neku and Beat, drawn them into the pseudo-parallel world contained within the tapir, and done her best to coax them into making their way to the outskirts of “Shibuya”. She was almost successful. However, Shibuya’s Producer had interfered, using some unknown technique to take control of the replica of himself within her illusion and informing the Players of where they really were. With the easy way no longer an option, Coco had ordered the tapir to attack, but somehow, they had found a way to erase it.

Dropping to her knees, Coco cradled the pin in both hands, barely able to see it through the tears pouring from her eyes. As she was, she didn’t even have the strength to summon the tapir from it. Her Magnum Opus was in there, she could sense its consciousness, but it was incredibly faint.

“Dammit…damn you, Kiryu…”

In her panic upon losing the tapir, Coco had ended up shooting Neku, but Joshua had appeared and wounded her as she retreated. She had been just on the border of Shinjuku when the Inversion occurred. And despite all her preparations, all her determination, Coco could do nothing but watch as her entire city vanished right before her eyes.

“Why Shinjuku? Of all the UGs, why mine?! Why…why…”

Not a single person remained on the once-bustling roads. The tapir was out of commission, Watanabe was likely erased, and Rōjin wasn’t returning her calls. Coco was alone with nothing to fight for, much less anything to fight with.

“…No…”

She punched the pavement. With teeth clenched, she glared upward.

“If Shinjuku’s gone…then I’m gonna make the Inferno pay for taking it! I’ll play their stupid Game, and I’ll win—whatever it takes!”

Taking one last look at the pin, she carefully placed it in her pocket. She ripped off the end of her sleeve and wrapped it around her wound, and after making sure it was tight enough, she got to her feet and wiped her tears.

“Guess that puts me at square one. Tapez can still make some contributions, but I’m not gonna have time to beef him up like I did before. So I’mma need a new heavy hitter…”

Coco gazed at Shibuya once more.

“He’s totez not gonna want to help me…but like, he’s not getting a choice!”

***

Feel the people, hear the voices

They are reaching out to catch you

Feel the rhythms, hear the noises

You are beating all the visions

***

“…How fortunate she managed to escape erasure.”

Coco kept her eyes down as she walked. She adjusted her hood, keeping the pin hooked to the inside of it next to her ear.

“Clearly she’s something special,” she heard Hanekoma say. “And let’s not forget our little Reaper friend. We’ve got some crazy cats headed our way.”

“Which makes this the calm before the storm.” Coco scowled at Joshua’s voice. “There’s no telling what will become of Shibuya…but I suppose that’s THEIR problem now, not ours.”

She rolled her eyes, mumbling, “That’s, like, exactly what I’d expect from you.”

“What about Neku?”

Coco stopped mid-step.

“He served his purpose,” Joshua said, “but I don’t need him anymore.”

She pulled out the pin, saying, “Hmph. Speak for yourself, nerd. The Game, like, literally can’t go on without Neku…like, maybe you don’t need him, but I totez do!”

At this point, he was her best bet. If Neku, with help, was able to defeat the Dissonance Tapir after all the work she had put into it, then that made him the deadliest weapon available to her. She had hoped Joshua would put him into play, but that was a problem she could easily circumvent. However, that wasn’t the only problem this new plan faced. Coco eyed the alleyway just ahead.

“If he’s, like, even gonna stand a chance…he’s totez gonna need a zetta strong partner!”

She entered the alleyway to find an elaborate pattern painted onto the sidewalk. Immediately, she recognized it as a Taboo Noise refinery sigil. For just a moment, Coco hesitated, wondering if this was really the person she wanted to recruit. She couldn’t help but be curious about the girl from the vision—the one who supposedly escaped the Inversion unharmed—but she wasn’t sure exactly where she was, or if she could fight. Coco had to make the most of what was available to her. She had accepted that.

“If those goons are so thirsty for a fight…” Coco said, reaching out with both hands. “Then they can, like, come here and get rekt like the noobs they are!”

She activated the sigil. It lit up with bright light, but only for a few seconds before going out in a brilliant flash. Coco waved away the smell of smoke as she gazed upon the man who now sat at the center of the design.

He had a mess of medium dark hair, and brown skin that turned to the pitch black shade of Taboo Noise over his hands and forearms, with an intricate emblem decorating his torso. The black shirt and jeans he wore were badly torn, but the silver on his necklace and belt buckle gleamed as if brand new. Slowly, he rose to his feet. He looked down at himself and smirked in approval.

“Seems somebody forgot to carry the one,” he said. “Not that I’m complaining! They say the third time’s the charm, and I’ve always had a soft spot for cubic roots!”

Coco watched as he just threw his arms apart and laughed. The power he possessed was incredible, nearly overwhelming her senses as she tried to gauge it. Finally, he turned to her, and she snapped out of her trance.

“So tell me…how exactly do you factor into this equation?”

“…I just, like, need to know one (1) thing,” Coco asked. “How’d you like to take down someone even stronger than a Composer?”

The man leaned in close. “Hm…easier in theory than in practice.”

“Tru…but I have a plan that will totez make it possible tho.”

“Hah! And what proof validates that operation?”

Pointing down, Coco said, “Like, I brought you back, yeah? How many people can do that? Doesn’t that get your attention?”

He looked at the sigil, then back to Coco. Backing up a bit, he said, “Huh…you did this all with a single variable? That’s worth adjusting an estimation for…”

“So like, whaddaya say, bro Minamimoto? Come hear me out. I totez promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Minamimoto thought for a moment. Then, with a chuckle, he said, “It’d be zetta dumb to cancel out a set like that. Tell you want, decimal point: I’ll see where this line you’ve plotted goes. Just make sure the solution is as good as you’ve promised!”

Coco grinned. Turning aside for the moment, she rubbed the Tapir pin in her pocket, and said to herself, “There’s, like, no way we’re gonna lose!”

***

Is it angels? Is it devils?

Whispering in my ears

Is it emotions? Is it illusions?

I need to be with you

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