A game of tag. That was what this would surely become, that is if Neku was found by him, by the one who was surely trying to pursue him. And Neku was always the one that was running but he was good at hide and seek too. That was what tag had become, at least on his end anyway. Joshua would find him though. He ALWAYS did.

The mural on the wall. It had meant so much before Neku had been dragged down into the game, before he met Joshua but now…everyday had become a game of tag. Just Joshua and his games really.

“Tag,” Came a voice from behind him as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him in close. “You’re it,” The voice sounded like silk, teasing and yet warm when showing emotion.

That was why they played this game. That was why he loved him.

He didn’t know how to tell him that though.