Hello hello. So this is the first time I have ever made my own fanfiction. Done a lot of reading but decided to give this one a shot since no one, as far as I can find, has done this specific one. do not own JGR or JSRF. JGR and JSRF are owned by Smilebit, Bit Software, VicariousVisions, THQ and Sega. Please support the official release.
Street Soul
Grind City.
A timid metro where citizens follow the law like it's the word of God. The locals know each other only by face and none really stop for conversation too much. With no serious crime going on there really isn't any reason for them to fear; that is with the occasional mischief from the Rudies. Every now and again some punk will steal food here or a fight will break out between rival gangs but all of them shut up and move out of the way, some out of fear for the 3-C gang. There's Cube, the tactical genius goth chick that demands respect. Then there's Combo, the mature muscle with an old school flow. Then there's their leader, the charismatic and ambitious leader named Coin. These three earned their spot in this city regardless of what the rumors some of the other punks said, granted never in the 3-C's presence.
Lately, the Rokkaku group has been putting all of its effort into funding the election for their leader, Goji Rokkaku, in his running for mayor of Tokyo-to. However, it would seem like lately Goji has his eye set on more than just one part of town. His new regime of "cleaning up the street scum" and "making your life safe for you" campaigns just have total dictatorship laced in and out of it. In the mid-afternoon, Coin is in his apartment practicing his DJ-ing and song mixing. He's imagining the day that he can drop the "street soldier" stuff and do underground DJ work in his own club; at least this way he'd be able to do something more for Combo and Cube. Money's hard to come by when you're a runaway, and all this swiping stuff from stores just seems...too juvenile. Despite his plan to help his friends, he has yet to let them know what his plan is. Not all Rudies have the idea to make a business out of The Soul of the Street. It's too close to becoming apart of "the man's conformity of structure". In the midst of his moment of clarity, the sound of the Rokkaku police sirens can be heard blaring down the street, breaking Coin's concentration.
"Pfft. Fucking pigs. Ain't got nothing to do with your time, huh?" Coin remarks to himself sarcastically. His jeering stops abruptly when he notices the police stop directly in front of his building. Puzzled, he quickly shuts off his music and lowers his blinds as to not gain too much attention.
"OPEN THE DOOR, PUNK! WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" The Rokkakus are right outside Coin's door, banging on the surface as if it were made of solid steel. Coin silently pulls on his gold and red rollerblades while peering cautiously through the blinds to the bottom of the fire escape. As he expected, there were already Rokkakus at the bottom stalking around just in case he decides to use this route. The door explodes open just as Coin readies to jump out the window and a Rokkaku has him pinned to the floor. Two more rush in the room, batons at the ready in the event of resistance.
"Is this what our good tax paying citizens are funding? Grown men that can't find anything better to do than to harass kids?" Coin quips sarcastically.
"Shut the fuck up you punk! We know about you and your little gang already and we already know you're not a minor. Cuff him and let's get outta here."
As the Rokkaku begins to reach for his cuffs, Coin swings his legs swiftly around the officer landing a hit to the side of his helmet. The other two Rokkakus charge forward to subdue him but Coin tosses the first cop at them knocking them all into his sound system.
"Can't fuck with street elements, pigs. By the way, y'all owe me some serious cash."
As he steps out the window into the fire escape he can hear the approaching footsteps and clamoring from below. Coin grinds up the rail to the rooftops of the city to escape potential custody, at least until the heat dies down. As he is jumping from roof to roof, he can see some kind of commotion going on across town.
"Yeah that's way too big to be a rudie skirmish. Why do I have a feeling I shouldn't be bothered with this?"
As he grinds to the top of one of the Rokkaku Goji election campaign billboards, Coin tags the message "Grind Square" across the face of the government official. The method that he uses shows both his skill with graffiti and his fine sense of detail left in his signature handle of his two headed half dollar. As he rushes off to Grind Square, Coin can't help but feel a twinge of doubt and what one could possibly consider fear.
"Hurry up, guys."
