14.5.05 - As there are getting to be a lot of these ficlets, I figure I should include a contents table at the beginning; because I know some people don't like the content and I should probably make it clear.

Chapter1:
Mint: PG rated - Rhyth/Gum femmeslash
Poison: 15 rated sex - Beat/Corn slash
Strawberry: PG rated - Rhyth/Jazz femmeslash
Chapter2:
Flower: U rated - no pairing; characters: Rhyth, Corn
Rain: PG rated - Clutch/Jazz het
Chapter3:
Warmth: PG rated - Clutch/Jazz het
Saturday Night at the Video Store: PG rated - no pairing; characters: Yoyo, Beat, Corn, Rhyth, Boogie, Gum
Chapter4:
Saving Grace: 15 rated violence - no pairing; characters: Love Shockers
Look Here: (by AngryScientist) G rated - no pairings; characters: Rhyth!fic, but with most others
Chapter5:
Blend In: 12 rated swearing - no pairing; characters: Jazz, Yoyo, Clutch
Good Things: (Jet Set Radio) G rated - Mew/Cube femmeslash
Chapter6:
Lull: 12 rated - no pairing; characters: Gum, Soda, Yoyo
Fly Eyes: 12 rated swearing - no real pairing; characters: Beat, a... :cough:... spider
Chapter7:
Winner Takes EightK: PG rated - no pairing; characters: all of the boys
In Death: PG rated - no pairing; characters: Rhyth!fic, but with others
Chapter8:
On the Outside Looking In: 12 rated - Clutch/Boogie
By the Light of the Moon: 18 rated sex - Clutch/Jazz

Mint PG – Rhyth/Gum

The kiss was soft, sweet and as gently nervous as it was sudden. It tasted of mint chocolate – sort of cool and creamy – and was accompanied by fingers dancing down her cheek, brushing the skin with slightly damp fingertips.

Gum couldn't keep it. She pulled away sharply and backed off, crab style, toward the wall – when she finally hit it, she felt her whole body jerk and her tingling lips parted, letting out a long puff of air she'd been holding too long.

"Wh-what 've you done?" she gasped, staring in utter shock at the girl in front of her. She wanted to leave – wanted to be with familiar faces she knew weren't going to put her on the spot like this, but the door was a good few feet away… And besides, Gum would have to go past her to get to it. She was frozen.

Rhyth hadn't moved from her sitting position on the floor. Her knees were red, rubbed slightly raw against the threadbare blanket the two had been sitting on minutes before, sharing biscuits and chatting merrily. Her trembling fingers were touched to her lip and her bright blue eyes were wide, staring at a black patch on the wooden floor where Beat had dropped a cigarette a while back. She seemed as surprised as Gum.

Finally, the younger girl looked up, and as they stared at each other mutely, Gum's limbs jerked into motion; she pulled herself up, avoiding Rhyth's gaze resolutely, slamming the door before she could hear or accept Rhyth's squeak of 'I'm sorry', or feel any pity at the tear that ran down her cheek and dripped onto her dress silently.

Poison R – Beat/Corn

The argument had been hard, brutal and searing hot, spiked with cruel words and laced with malice. It was always that way – there was really nothing that should make Beat and Corn hate each other, but hate each other they did, and arguments were common.

The subjects varied – from how to run the gang to what they would eat for dinner, and the other ten gang members were pretty much used to their bickering. Mostly, they just left and let them get on with it. The ten would come back to the shared apartment later on that night to find it empty; both would have stormed off, lost in his own thoughts until as late (or early) as sunrise.

But this had never happened. They had never ended up like this – against the wall, kissing senselessly, almost violently, pulling at each others' clothes like crazed things.

Beat wasn't thinking. He knew, in the back of his mind, that what he was doing made no sense, that they shouldn't be doing this, that they should stop, goddammit… but he couldn't.

Every sense was on fire – the air was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the occasional groan, he could smell nothing but hate, feel it in his veins, taste it on the lips of his… lover? enemy?… and he should be repulsed at it all, but it felt so good and in a way, he just didn't want it to stop.

It had been mere moments, but he was addicted.

He forced Corn – or did Corn force him? – into the next room, onto the bed and a small part of him screamed 'stop!', but nothing listened.

They were naked, still kissing, tongues clashing, moving together in vitriol filled ecstasy—

They had poisoned each other, all right.

Strawberry PG – Rhyth/Jazz

Jazz woke up slowly, teased into the waking world by a series of slow butterfly kisses ticking their way down her collar bone – by a soft, sweet voice murmuring in her ear – soft fingers stroking her bare stomach, flitting over her navel. She flittered her eyes open and smiled lazily.

"Morning," she whispered – the sound barely left her throat, but it was answered with a kiss. Their lips met lightly as they lovingly caressed each other with fingers and tongues – two pairs of muscular legs wrapped around each other under the thin covers of the vaguely uncomfortable bed.

The kiss broke suddenly as Rhyth giggled shrilly – it was so infectious Jazz couldn't help but join in.

"You're ticking me!" the blue haired young girl shrieked. Jazz shuddered with laughter – she hadn't meant to tickle, but Rhyth was just so sensitive!

Her soft laughter turned to screams as Rhyth retaliated full force, tickling her ribs and armpits playfully – trying to stop Rhyth, untangle their legs and move away from her was tricky, and it wasn't long before she was laughing too hard to even try.

Rhyth's impish hands stopped dead – and Jazz's shrieks of laughter with them – as the door suddenly slammed open and a tangled red head angled itself around, glaring at them.

"For God's sake, you two – dildos on low setting, please!"

The door slammed shut again, leaving Jazz blinking, bemused and Rhyth as red as a strawberry in summer.

After a few moments, they burst out laughing again.