Really powerful... enjoyed reading this.

There's something I don't quite understand, rereading this; what did Josh do to Neku when he made the kid glow? He bacame Producer/Conductor later, right?

It's pieces like this that make sifting through all the crap online worthwhile.
I'm rather impressed with how you titled these inspiration-spun chapters. There's quite a bit of depth to tie it all together. That said, the unconventional title makes it hard to recomend to a friend XD

Neku's not the Composer. So, why would Kariya call him that, hmm?

That was amazing. I love your writing style and way of describing things, as well as this idea as a whole. It's such a simple base idea, but the way you pull it off and weave it together puts all the other Neku-as-Conductor fics to shame.
I really liked the dream-Shibuya Josh showed Neku, and I thought Mr. H.'s sentence was an interesting twist, though that's one of the sad(-der) aspects of this piece as a whole...

There's a line in this chapter where Kariya calls Neku 'Composer'. A typo?

Breathtaking. Absolutely everything I would ever want in a Conductor!Neku fic.

Thank you so so much for writng this.

Oh. My. God. That was absolutely amazing. :DD I absolutely adore it! Hee. But poor Mr. H. :( He's one of my favourite characters! Followed by Neku and Josh, of course, but still... -o-" Oh well... Neku transforming was amazing! But, somehow i thought that his wings should've been broze-ish rather than white, considering his hair, but eh. *shrug* lol. :P It doesnt matter. I loved it anyway. :) But, i dont think i'm going to have time to read any more at the moment, as it is late, and i am uber sleepy. -.-" Sorry... but i will read the rest! :D Anyway, see you! xox

xx Boat xx

This was amazing...The end that TWEWY needs. And the end I'll imagine, until the rumored sequel is finally made.

After reading through it a few times, I noticed that you sometimes called Neku "Composer" rather than "Conductor". It would be best if this was fixed.

Once again, a brilliant story. Hope you write more TWEWY fics~

Ah god, Hanekoma! D8

And Neku!

I cannot wibble right now; my father thinks I am doing homework. But know that I am indeed wibbling somewhere on the inside.

Holy crap this is amazing. ;~;

Beautiful.

the cannons of our lives

our days are never coming back

i never want to be alone

[i've forgotten to]

and the end of the tunnel, approaching,

traveling hearts to find the throat

and as he speeds away,

i'm beginning to be left behind.

[maintenant l'hiver

les vieux à nouveau

et à nous se cachent]

maintenant peux-je savoir?

is it well?/is it well?/is it well?

[a poem.

again.

this one sucks, so i'll probably come back and redo it...

but the second chapter of this was ridiculously fantastic! i'm nuts, aren't i...

still. i really enjoyed this.

in fact, may i be allowed to do an obscure-fic sequel?

(obscure-fic being that it's more poetic than logical, it uses little to no names in the narration parts, and it may not all make sense, but you can still kinda tell what's going on. it's the way i wrote a coupla my fics, for instance Old Wings.)

uh, yeah.

pleez?

and i won't post it until you see it, promise.

i'd title it Maintenant l'Hiver, and it'd be chronologically after this all happened, maybe about thirty or forty years later.

...maybe.

i really love your work~!

yers trooly,

The Head Baka

Wow...just wow. That was beyond words. This was the kind of fanfiction I was looking for when I beat TWEWY and decided to delve into the fanfics. No pairings, all characters (In my honest opinion) were IC, and the theme was unique. Thank you for writing this kind of story. Hopefully you will write more?

Wow... this invoked a hanging-jaw reaction from me. It's excellent, and the dark undercurrent to the whole story verifies the title, and makes it an even more compelling read. Kudos, and domo arigato for writing such a great fanfic.

Wonderful work. I love how you tied up the game's loose ends and made me think (especially the bit about Joshua as Shibuyu, and his attitude reflecting Neku's initial outlook), and the writing is superb. The darker parts just make the title all the more poignant. Thoroughly enjoyed it.

Absolutely perfect. I think I'm going to have to read this over and over again. Don't know whether to feel bad for Neku at the end or to be happy that he's at least okay now. ;_;

the fringe rips and frays, we find we're waking in a way we don't want to be;

fingers fumble as i'm not used to this game, i slip and he falls

tighten my fingers around the paintbrush, wondering

did he ever have this problem?

this hesitation with what to do, these decisions i'm not supposed to make,

when did it become my right to decide where i struck?

can you lead my fingers, however temporarily,

choose for me so i don't crack and split and get infected?

i think i'm going to be sick.

watch me as i fail, waiting for the breaks between my skull and any tectonic movement

stare, stare, stare,

i don't remember any longer.

[the day i went and actually looked up Shibuya and found out it existed and it's not just a bit of imagination...

i actually threw up from the shock.

seriously, i did.

i'm no good at dealing with it when what i thought was a private fantasy really HAD been something someone else had considered...

the poem is for you.

-The Head Baka]

(.:i am only a masochist:.)