Another World
Author's Note: This story is about weird fantasy creatures I love and of course, Jet Set Radio Future. If anything gets too confusing, please say so in reviews so I can make the story come along better. One note to take in, I made Tab and Corn brothers (idea from http:www.jetsetrevolution. ) Check that site out, it's really great and you'll see what the Tab I'm thinking of looks like, so you won't ask certain questions later on in the story. Enjoy and review!
The Story
Unique and different are two very diverse words, yet they can mean the same thing. It depends on the person using the word and in what text. Not many people think of it that way, but the truth is, not many people need a reason to say why…
It was a dark, chilly night as thirteen teenagers crammed themselves on or around a red cozy couch, trying to watch a movie. Each very different and unique, treating each other as family.
"Move your head!" growled Cube, one of the members of the GG gang. She was unlike the rest in the way she did things, but she felt that she belonged and they felt the same way. Her dark eyes glared at the boy next to her who continually kept falling asleep and ending up drooling on her shoulder. "I'm up, I'm up!" yawned the boy, his voice piercing through the air.
"SHHHH!" most of the viewers complained. "What I miss?" he asked Combo, one of the older members of the gang. The young man looked down at the boy, "Depends when you fell asleep."
He shook his head, "I don't remember…" He removed his sunglasses to rub his eyes. Drowsiness was consuming him, and he was lost for most of the movie anyway. He drew up a knee and rested his head on it, waiting for something interesting to happen. The screen was lit up as the killer of the movie brought forth a knife and slit the captive's body apart. A mild squeak from the boy's left forced him to glance at the girl which it came from. Rhyth, dressed in blue as her assumed favorite color, sat with her arms around her knees, sinking her head behind them to cover her eyes, but peeking out a bit to watch even though she didn't want to.
She wasn't much for murder movies and gore, but it was the boys' turn to choose what they wanted to watch this week. She knew it was torture for them to watch romance or anything with a soap opera touch to it, so everyone agreed that each week they would take turns for what they were going to see so everyone would, in some way, be happy.
Rhyth felt no comfort in these movies and they would always leave a bad feeling when she went to bed. "It's only a movie…" she whispered as softly as she could. "What?" whispered back a voice. She broke her view from the television, silently thanking the boy next to her for this break, "Nothing." "Yoyo, if you ain't gonna shut up, go back to sleep!" hissed Beat, who was sitting on the couch behind him. Yoyo glared at him, "What the hell's your problem, yo? You've seen this damn movie three times already!"
An ear piercing scream cut them off and their attention went back to the movie. Rhyth sighed, disappointed that the distraction was put off, and slowly went back to watching the movie.
"Why do you think I did it? I didn't break it…you always blame everything on me…"
Rhyth turned her attention to the other boy on her left, who had fallen asleep and was mumbling. "Tab, get up! You're mumbling again." she said, poking his arm. "What…" he whispered, hat pulled over his eyes. "Wake up!" she repeated, pulling his arm. He stretched and sat up, lifting his hat so that his eyes looked like half circles under the headwear.
"Movie nights are putting me to sleep…" he yawned, cracking his knuckles. "It's two in the morning, when is this thing gonna end?" he whispered, receiving glares from the first sentence. "I'm not sure." shrugged Rhyth, eyes traveling back to the gory scene of the movie.
"Well, it's still early, what's left to do?" asked Beat, getting up and putting the movie back into its cover. Yoyo lifted his head from the floor, "Early according to who, yo?" Cube glanced at her watch, "Well, technically, it's three…"
"Rhetorical question, yo!"
"You don't even know what rhetorical means, dude." smiled Clutch, leaning his head on the armrest of the couch. "How 'bout we actually sleep?" suggested Jazz, eyes closing every so often. Loud snoring answered her question as Tab fell back on the floor at the words. Boogie went to the kitchen and tossed everyone a soda, "What's something good to pass the time until twelve?"
The ex-captain of police division O, Captain Hayashi, had been rehired after Rokakku was brought down. Not everyone liked the troublesome teens racing through the streets now that Tokyo no longer needed heroes. No one appreciated anything anymore. Hayashi had been recently told that he was free to arrest any of the teens, if he saw them, from twelve in the afternoon to twelve midnight later on that day, to prove himself as a commanding officer. Corn, the GG leader, decided it was best that they all lay low in their garage for the day. They would watch movies or anything else to get them sleepy. They would then sleep all day, not causing anything for reason to be arrested.
Corn shook Tab, "Gotta stay awake now, you'll have nothing to do later when we're all sleepin' and no one's gonna wanna hear you." Tab looked up at Corn grimly and muttered, "Yeah…"
"Nothing to do but talk." sighed Gum, staring at the night sky above. "Not like we wanna talk…" yawned Garam, voice trailing away as he rested his head on his arm. "What passes time, no matter what?" asked Cube.
"Sleeping!" shouted Yoyo, lifting his head to answer, then letting it drop on the floor.
The gang stayed quiet, trying not to fall asleep or walking to the nearest sink to wash their faces with icy cold water. "When I was small, my grandmother used to tell stories to make the time go by..." started Rhyth, sitting crossed legged on the floor. "Well, it's the best idea so far. Any stories?" muttered Soda in a muffled voice. Rhyth looked around, "Not me."
Tab, who had been awake for a few minutes smiled and looked up, pointing to his brother, "I'm sure Corn's got something good. He's always telling me bull crap lies and he makes them up pretty quick!"
"Yeah, sad thing is you believe them."
"That's why I don't believe anything you say anymore."
"Which is why you're the way you are today."
Tab blinked blankly and pulled his hat over his eyes, leaning on the couch with his arms cradling comfort to his head, "Tell somethin'." Rhyth tilted her head, wondering what could come from her suggestion. Corn looked away from everyone in a serious tone, perfect for telling something creepy. They could almost hear the perfect silence, hearts already pacing with what they didn't know.
Corn relaxingly leaned back in his chair, tossed one arm over the back, and started, "Well, I've heard of something…"
The tone of his voice startled the awaiting group who were already getting used to the quiet of the garage.
"Nobody believes in monsters at this age. Not the shadow in the closet or the thing under the bed…no ghosts, gremlins, or zombies. But I doubt any of you know about the abandoned warehouse down by Kibogaoka Hill."
Boogie smiled as he mentioned her old home town. There were many warehouses in Kibogaoka Hill. That part wasn't made up. What he was getting at, as she listened in, she didn't know yet. "Duh, there's loads down there, Corn!" interrupted Yoyo, receiving a smack in the head from Beat, "Shut up!"
Corn smiled grimly, "Yes, but only one has someone living in it. Some things. When the sun sinks into the sea and the moon shines brightly, strange noises arise from that warehouse. Sounds of old waltz music and small chat mingling. But when one enters in, all is gone and everything is as dark as outside."
Tab grinned and chuckled to himself. "Oh, he's got 'em!" he thought.
Boogie stared at Corn. She had heard about this strange warehouse also. But very strange stories had come from this place, people disappearing, odd sounds, screams in the night…things she'd rather not think about. Yet, of course, Corn would tell something of this kind.
"I've seen the so called 'hell house' myself." Corn smirked as some of his gang's eyes widened. "It's a slow melody that lures you to the place, old and broken outside, but it sounds like some old fashioned party inside. You could almost imagine the people talking and dancing. The chandeliers shining the room up all fancy. I opened the door, but there was nothing there."
Tab sat up a bit. He knew he shouldn't be believing Corn, but there was that time Corn had gone to Kibogaoka and he seemed a little disturbed when he came back. Corn's face suddenly morphed into an odd expression the GG gang had never seen before. It was of seriousness and fear, mixed with an odd look of knowing the truth, but not wanting to believe it.
"Then I saw her…"
There was a loud bang off the side of the garage near the Rokkaku Dai exit, forcing some girls to scream and alarming the boys. Corn slowly skated to where the noise had come from and searched for anyone or anything that might have caused the bang. Beat joined him, "What was that?" Corn shook his head, "I dunno…" Beat's head tilted downwards and noticed something shining oddly in the moonlight, since only a quarter of the garage lights were on. "What's this?" he said, bending down and touching the floor. Indented in the metal of the stairs were five long talon-looking marks, graved into the stairs.
"Those aren't any skate marks I know…" started Beat in a nervous tone. "Ah, don't worry about it, nothing's here now." sighed Corn, forgetting the minor damage. Beat nodded and rejoined the gang, sitting in his spot. "What was it?" asked Cube, about to stand. "Nothing." answered Corn, motioning her to sit down. "Well that 'nothing' was pretty loud for being 'nothing'." remarked Yoyo, who was now sitting hunched over his knees.
"Finish the story!" reminded Clutch. Rhyth looked at him and then to the floor. She wasn't so sure she wanted Corn to finish. This was already creeping her out.
"Then I saw her…" he repeated, getting into that mood again, "Her face paler than a corpse, eyes as wide as tennis balls, but her lips were a bright blood red. It was too red for lipstick or normal color, but she wasn't normal herself…she had brown, wavy mangled hair was all over the place, but a single strand hung in front of her face, between her eyes. I thought she was frozen with her face pushed against the window, her nose sorta pushed in, but she was watching me. Her hands were on either side of her face, against the window too, but her palms were whiter than her face. It was freaky. I almost thought to get help, thinkin' she died or something, but her hollow black eyes followed me while I skated. I blinked, and she was gone, but I knew I wasn't seeing things. She was there, and I haven't gotten that chick out of my head since."
Each one imagined the girl according to the description, which Corn had done well on, and shuttered. "Oh great going, now I'm really not gonna sleep until the sun comes out!" groaned Yoyo, rubbing his eyes. "S-s-scared?" teased Beat, mocking Yoyo by an exaggeration of shuttering. "No! Just, that's gross, yo! She's all nasty and…wait…" Yoyo grinned, "Right, I forgot this was a story. Damn, you're right Tab. He is good at this stuff!"
Tab nodded, but with thought. Corn looked too serious for this. Was he telling the truth? Or was he getting better at his acting? Tab shrugged, he would never understand anything totally anymore. All he knew was that he was tired.
Rhyth blinked nervously, checking over her shoulder. "Can we sleep now!" complained Clutch, "Or are there anymore stories?" Corn glanced at his watch and nodded, "Yeah, we can sleep now."
Rhyth gathered herself together and stood with a smile, happy to be able to sleep now, but she faced a new problem. She was afraid to. Skating quickly to her door, she turned the knob and opened. An animalistic growl howled at her, making her scream the loudest she could for being startled and scared at the same time. Everyone who was about to enter their own rooms stared her way. High pitched laughing arouse from the inside of her room and soon made his way to the doorway, "Gotcha good, eh Rhyth?"
Anger bubbled within her like a pot of water over a stove. "YOYO!" She grabbed the front of his hood and pulled him away from her room onto the floor in a swift throw. Glaring at him, she slammed the door heatedly and climbed into her bed frigidly, feeling the embarrassment as she realized how loudly she had screamed. Her heart ached with humiliation as she rolled over, swallowing so her throat wouldn't feel choked up, and closed her eyes.
Outside her room, in the main center of the garage, Yoyo was being scolded by almost everyone.
"What's wrong with you!"
"Yoyo, you know how she is!"
"Geez, what are you, two?"
Yoyo stared at them all grimly, "Well, you all treat her like she's two!" Glares from most of the gang followed him as he moved. "I don't get it, if it was anyone else but Rhyth, you would've all been fine with it! But 'cause I messed with Rhyth, you all get on the defensive!" he fumed, waving his arms around.
Beat sighed as the others shook their heads, "Dude, just leave Rhyth alone…"
Yoyo opened his mouth to reply, but shut it. He breathed deeply and skated toward his room, but waited for everyone else to go into theirs before he did. He hated when he was being talked about behind his back. He'd rather listen in right there, so they would feel awkward with him there. He realized no one had turned off the garage lights, so he traveled in a tired, bored manner to the light switch and flicked them off. A loud thud sounded as the lights blew off, like ones in a basketball court. As he went to his room, he felt an odd breeze behind him, like something ran past.
Turning around, he saw nothing, but since there was no wind that night, he knew this was odd. He shrugged it off and continued to his room. He opened the door and stepped inside, viewing his normal everyday mess of clothes all over and books tossed on the floor aided with game covers everywhere and game disks on his desk or on top of his TV. He smiled, this was home to him. And no one ever told him to clean it up. Not like he would anyway. He stepped inside and twisted a bit to close the door, but stopped.
Not someone, but some thing, had run out through the Shibuya Terminal exit. Images of the little girl ran through Yoyo's mind as he slammed his door shut and scurried into his bed.
Author's Note: I thought of this girl from some movie I was watching. I can't remember the name though. I'll be working on this heartedly, so be kind. (lol)