A Bishojo #3 production Love Conquers All Sweat, blood, and tears went into this one. My co-writer, Jessica, and I now bring you possibly the best, and so far only, BeatxGum romance fic! Get out your popcorn and you tissues folks and enjoy!
A/N: Before we begin, some of you are probably saying, "Wait a minute, Bishojo #3, didn't you write a yuri fic about Gum and Cube? How can Beat and Gum be together if she's with Cube?" I wrote that for my sister. Just ignore the GumxCube yuri. That one takes place in a AU.
Love Conquers All part one:
Five months. The GGs have been together for five months. The GG garage now houses five occupants, Beat, Gum, Tab, Cube, and Combo. The others usually stop by for a chat and a tagging round now and then, but the five who lived their gained the strongest bond. Especially a certain couple who had been together since the beginning.
Gum slapped herself across the face. She found herself daydreaming about Beat again. It wasn't that he was a bad person to fall in love with, Gum just didn't see him as her type. 'But why? Why am I day dreaming about him?' Gum thought to herself. 'Am I really falling for him? I can't be! He's just a friend.' Gum scolded her self and shook her head, as if to shake all thoughts of Beat out. She had an image to keep after all.
'Yeesh! This is really getting to me.' Gum thought. 'I should probably talk to someone or it might get worse. But what would the others think?' Gum sighed and crossed her arms. She closed her eyes tightly and promised herself she wouldn't think about Beat for the rest of the day. She broke her promise ten minutes later.
She put her head in her hands and sighed again. This was driving her crazy! She looked around the deserted garage and her attention was suddenly directed to a scratching sound. Potts slowly came out of his kennel and yawned. He stretched and began sniffing the ground for some elusive treasure he never seemed to find. Gum chuckled slightly at the dog. He seemed so lost and confused, but determined to find what ever he was sniffing for. So much like herself at the moment.
"Potts." She called quietly. Potts perked up and headed over towards Gum. It was rare that he got attention from anyone other than Beat. Gum petted the dog on the head. "You're the only one I can talk to. And I trust you won't tell Beat." Gum let out a long breath before saying what she had been denying for a long time. "I like Beat. Really like him, more than a friend I mean. I don't know why I do, he just doesn't seem like my type. He's just got this, I don't know, 'Beat charm' or something." Potts panted and wagged his stubby little tail in reply. "Thanks for listening."
Out in the bus terminal of Shibuya-Cho, Beat and Combo were re-tagging their turf after yet another gang challenged them. As they cleaned up the bus station, Tab and Cube reclaimed Center Street. After all the pranks that had been pulled on the GGs while they were away, they decided that one of them should stay behind during tagging rounds.
The gang that had made a mess of the bus terminal and Center Street was obviously a new gang. No one had any records of their tags. "You get the last cars, I'll take care of the ad signs." Beat ordered. Combo nodded and skated off in the other direction as Beat climbed the stairs.
From the darkness of an alley, a group of large rudies watched as the GGs reclaimed their territory. One of them, most likely the leader, folded his arms and grunted as he saw Beat. "You're not gonna let a bunch of kids beat ya, are ya Mitch?" one of them said to the leader. "Just watch, when I'm through with them, Shibuya'll be all ours!" Mitch snickered as he slowly crept from the darkness.
Beat had skated to the other end of the catwalk and was now gaining up speed to make the jump to the other billboards. Mitch sprinted to the stairs and began to casually walk up them like an ordinary passer-by. Beat jumped onto the rail and was gaining even more speed, when Mitch ran up the rest of the stairs and grabbed him mid-grind. Using all of his strength, he threw Beat down the nearest flight of stairs.
Combo, hearing the sounds of occasional thuds and grunts, turned to see what was going on. He saw Beat lying on the ground moaning in agony. Combo dropped his stereo and rushed over to his fallen friend and spotted someone else dashing down the stairs towards Beat as well.
Mitch reached Beat first and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "Now to finish it." He muttered as he prepared to chuck the already injured Beat into a wall. A sudden strike from Mitch's blind side caused him to drop Beat and stumble backwards. Shaking his head, Mitch looked up to see an enraged Combo. "You dare to challenge me?!" Mitch said as he wiped his bleeding mouth with the back of his hand. Combo cracked his knuckles and stood his ground. "Bring it on!"
Combo pulled back and punched Mitch right in the face. He easily pinned the smaller, weaker rudie to the ground and began pummeling the guts out of him. Only when Mitch was bleeding from his mouth, nose, and several other injuries on his face did Combo finally stop beating him and discarded him like a rag doll.
Mitch's friends were a little freaked by Combo's display of power, but they couldn't just let him get away with beating up their leader. They all charged Combo as his back was turned and he was helping Beat to his feet. Combo turned around just in time to receive a punch in the face. However, Combo was hardly phased by it, and struck back hard. The others who evaded Combo's attack surrounded him in a battle formation, much like a pack of wolves would use to bring down prey.
'When facing an enemy you out number,' Combo thought as he watched his challengers, 'it is a good idea to cut off his path of retreat. So, strategically, their choice to surround the enemy was correct. However,' The three remaining fighters charged at Combo at once, ready to unleash a rain of pummels. Just as they were in striking range, Combo spun, kicking one in the gut, brought his fist up getting one in the jaw, and turning back around to deliver a knock-out skull bash to the other. 'it's a good idea to know your enemy.'
Combo turned to his friend, who was still on the ground moaning in agony, and carefully picked him up so as not to injure him further. It appeared that Beat's wrist was sprained, most likely from him trying to stop himself from falling. His ankle was twisted pretty bad and he most likely suffered a concussion as well, seeing as how he had no helmet. Combo also notice a large amount of blood soaking Beat's black jeans. He found a broken beer bottle sticking out of his leg.
Combo quickly skated over to Center Street to let the others know of Beat's condition. He carried Beat over his shoulder fire-man style. After telling Tab and Cube what happened, they all went back to HQ to heal Beat's wounds.
Gum wasn't to happy to see Beat in that condition. In fact, she was frantic. Of course she never showed it. While her face showed only the smallest bit on concern, her heart was beating like a drum. Garam, who had stopped by while the others were gone, went off to get something to help with the pain. Mew, who had also stopped by, was helping Cube bandage his wounds.
Beat was barely conscious and was ready to pass out any second. Gum stood behind the two girls clenching her fists. She hated doing nothing but watching, and she couldn't even get a clear view of the nearly comatose boy she had grown so fond of. Finally deciding to swallow some of her pride, Gum slowly walked up behind Cube and Mew. "Is there anything I can do?" she said in her usual voice. Cube put the finishing touches on a bandage and turned to her. "We're just about done here, but we could use someone to keep an eye on him. You know, sort of like keep a vigil on him until he's back on his feet. Think you could do that?"
Gum nearly lost herself to her passion. She caught herself at the last moment when she was about to let some of her feelings surface. That would've been a costly mistake. Instead, her face wore her usual smirk. "Sure, I can do that. Just leave it to me." Cube nodded in approval and Gum nodded back. Gum's heart was skipping happily inside her chest.
After carefully moving Beat to his bed, Garam returned with not morphine, but, "It's morphine substitute." Garam explained. "Are you sure that won't kill him?" Mew asked, raising an eye brow.
"Of course it won't. It's just as good as morphine, perhaps even better! Just be careful not to give him too much."
Beat was floating between a thin line of consciousness and unconsciousness. He was slowly but surely becoming aware of his surroundings, but he barely had the energy to open his eyes. It felt too good to just rest. But something was bothering him. He could barely remember anything after he was suddenly grabbed from his rail grind. He didn't even know who or what had grabbed him. There was a sense of insecurity growing in the back of his mind, and he had to at least know where he was in order to ease it.
He had already determined that he was in a bed. That was about it. That and he felt the presents of someone else. Probably the thing that fed his insecurity. For all he knew, it could be the person who grabbed him waiting for him to wake up so that he could do God knows what to him. For all he knew, Onishima could've caught him and the person with him could be his cell mate. A bit of fear grabbed Beat in his stomach. He had heard of what became of boys his age in prisons, and from what he knew, prison rapes were a reality.
Whatever had happened, Beat had to know what his near fate was. Mustering up his courage and strength, he slowly opened his eyes. A soft moan escaped his lips; he was more out of it than he thought. He blinked groggily a few times, but his eyes refused to focus. "Hey," came a soft voice from his right. He turned his gaze to the figure sitting beside him. She sounded familiar, but he certainly didn't remember seeing her anywhere. "Wha....wh...where am I?" Beat asked the figure feebly.
"You're back in the garage. It's a good thing Combo was with you, or else you would've been history. Man, how dumb can you be Beat?" the figure replied, adding a chuckle at the end of her statement to show she was just kidding around a bit.
'Garage?' Beat thought, still unclear on what was happening. 'Right! The garage! But, I sure don't remember her ever being one of the GGs. When did she join? She looks a little bit like Gum, but she's much prettier. I think I like this new member!' "Hey."
"Yes?"
"I can't remember seeing anyone as pretty as you."
Gum was a bit taken back by this statement. She was shocked, but was in no way displeased with what had just happened. 'He thinks I'm pretty!' she thought happily. Then she came back to reality a bit. 'It's probably just a side effect of the morphine substitute, but whatever the condition, he still thinks I'm pretty!'
"Excuse me,"
"Yes?"
"Could you tell that hawk his flute playing is really annoying?"
"Oro?" 'Yep, it's definitely a side effect of the morphine substitute. Oh well,' "Just go back to sleep and I'll take care of the...hawk."
For the next few days, Gum was right at Beat's side, tending to his every need. The entire time, Beat kept mumbling about how beautiful Gum was. She knew it was just the morphine sub talking, but it didn't matter to her at all. She just assumed that under the influence of the drug, Beat was saying his hidden feelings for her without really knowing it. That was until one day.
It had been a week since the incident and Garam said that the pain had probably subsided enough to take Beat off the drug. The next morning, Beat woke up and was surprised to see that his usual care-taker was replaced by Gum. She became concerned when Beat's usually drugged up grin was replaced with a look of confusion. "Is something wrong?" she asked. Beat scanned the room with his eyes and seemed quiet disturbed as if something was missing. "Where is she?" he finally asked.
"She who?" Gum said, raising an eye brow. She had been with Beat the whole time and she was the only one with him when he was awake. "That hot chick that was here."
"Hot chick? What are you talking about? What hot chick?"
"There was a really hot chick here taking care of me. It was funny, she looked a little like you, but she was much prettier."
"THAT WAS ME!!"
"You?" Beat chuckled a bit after a brief moment of surprise. "That couldn't have been you. You're hardly half as pretty as she was. In fact, compared to her, you're kinda ugly."
Gum was shocked. She had never heard Beat be so mean to a friend before. Whenever he was, he was usually just kidding around. And when he wasn't, it was just a minor argument that was resolved the following day. But this, this was not like Beat at all. He had crossed the line.
Choking on invisible tears, Gum slowly back away, shaking her head in disbelief. "Hey, what's with you? You ran out of make up so you could only put eleven layers on?" Beat asked. Finally, unable to keep her tough girl status stable any longer, Gum allowed herself to break down. She skated from the room as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face. She nearly knocked down Cube as she brushed past her, letting out a howl of agony as she disappeared into the streets.
Alarmed, Cube ran back into Beat's room to see what had happened. Beat was passed out again and at first Cube thought that was the cause of Gum's strange behavior. She walked over to his bed side to make sure he was okay. He appeared to be fine, except that his entire body was raging with a fever.
To be continued..................
Please review!
A/N: Before we begin, some of you are probably saying, "Wait a minute, Bishojo #3, didn't you write a yuri fic about Gum and Cube? How can Beat and Gum be together if she's with Cube?" I wrote that for my sister. Just ignore the GumxCube yuri. That one takes place in a AU.
Love Conquers All part one:
Five months. The GGs have been together for five months. The GG garage now houses five occupants, Beat, Gum, Tab, Cube, and Combo. The others usually stop by for a chat and a tagging round now and then, but the five who lived their gained the strongest bond. Especially a certain couple who had been together since the beginning.
Gum slapped herself across the face. She found herself daydreaming about Beat again. It wasn't that he was a bad person to fall in love with, Gum just didn't see him as her type. 'But why? Why am I day dreaming about him?' Gum thought to herself. 'Am I really falling for him? I can't be! He's just a friend.' Gum scolded her self and shook her head, as if to shake all thoughts of Beat out. She had an image to keep after all.
'Yeesh! This is really getting to me.' Gum thought. 'I should probably talk to someone or it might get worse. But what would the others think?' Gum sighed and crossed her arms. She closed her eyes tightly and promised herself she wouldn't think about Beat for the rest of the day. She broke her promise ten minutes later.
She put her head in her hands and sighed again. This was driving her crazy! She looked around the deserted garage and her attention was suddenly directed to a scratching sound. Potts slowly came out of his kennel and yawned. He stretched and began sniffing the ground for some elusive treasure he never seemed to find. Gum chuckled slightly at the dog. He seemed so lost and confused, but determined to find what ever he was sniffing for. So much like herself at the moment.
"Potts." She called quietly. Potts perked up and headed over towards Gum. It was rare that he got attention from anyone other than Beat. Gum petted the dog on the head. "You're the only one I can talk to. And I trust you won't tell Beat." Gum let out a long breath before saying what she had been denying for a long time. "I like Beat. Really like him, more than a friend I mean. I don't know why I do, he just doesn't seem like my type. He's just got this, I don't know, 'Beat charm' or something." Potts panted and wagged his stubby little tail in reply. "Thanks for listening."
Out in the bus terminal of Shibuya-Cho, Beat and Combo were re-tagging their turf after yet another gang challenged them. As they cleaned up the bus station, Tab and Cube reclaimed Center Street. After all the pranks that had been pulled on the GGs while they were away, they decided that one of them should stay behind during tagging rounds.
The gang that had made a mess of the bus terminal and Center Street was obviously a new gang. No one had any records of their tags. "You get the last cars, I'll take care of the ad signs." Beat ordered. Combo nodded and skated off in the other direction as Beat climbed the stairs.
From the darkness of an alley, a group of large rudies watched as the GGs reclaimed their territory. One of them, most likely the leader, folded his arms and grunted as he saw Beat. "You're not gonna let a bunch of kids beat ya, are ya Mitch?" one of them said to the leader. "Just watch, when I'm through with them, Shibuya'll be all ours!" Mitch snickered as he slowly crept from the darkness.
Beat had skated to the other end of the catwalk and was now gaining up speed to make the jump to the other billboards. Mitch sprinted to the stairs and began to casually walk up them like an ordinary passer-by. Beat jumped onto the rail and was gaining even more speed, when Mitch ran up the rest of the stairs and grabbed him mid-grind. Using all of his strength, he threw Beat down the nearest flight of stairs.
Combo, hearing the sounds of occasional thuds and grunts, turned to see what was going on. He saw Beat lying on the ground moaning in agony. Combo dropped his stereo and rushed over to his fallen friend and spotted someone else dashing down the stairs towards Beat as well.
Mitch reached Beat first and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "Now to finish it." He muttered as he prepared to chuck the already injured Beat into a wall. A sudden strike from Mitch's blind side caused him to drop Beat and stumble backwards. Shaking his head, Mitch looked up to see an enraged Combo. "You dare to challenge me?!" Mitch said as he wiped his bleeding mouth with the back of his hand. Combo cracked his knuckles and stood his ground. "Bring it on!"
Combo pulled back and punched Mitch right in the face. He easily pinned the smaller, weaker rudie to the ground and began pummeling the guts out of him. Only when Mitch was bleeding from his mouth, nose, and several other injuries on his face did Combo finally stop beating him and discarded him like a rag doll.
Mitch's friends were a little freaked by Combo's display of power, but they couldn't just let him get away with beating up their leader. They all charged Combo as his back was turned and he was helping Beat to his feet. Combo turned around just in time to receive a punch in the face. However, Combo was hardly phased by it, and struck back hard. The others who evaded Combo's attack surrounded him in a battle formation, much like a pack of wolves would use to bring down prey.
'When facing an enemy you out number,' Combo thought as he watched his challengers, 'it is a good idea to cut off his path of retreat. So, strategically, their choice to surround the enemy was correct. However,' The three remaining fighters charged at Combo at once, ready to unleash a rain of pummels. Just as they were in striking range, Combo spun, kicking one in the gut, brought his fist up getting one in the jaw, and turning back around to deliver a knock-out skull bash to the other. 'it's a good idea to know your enemy.'
Combo turned to his friend, who was still on the ground moaning in agony, and carefully picked him up so as not to injure him further. It appeared that Beat's wrist was sprained, most likely from him trying to stop himself from falling. His ankle was twisted pretty bad and he most likely suffered a concussion as well, seeing as how he had no helmet. Combo also notice a large amount of blood soaking Beat's black jeans. He found a broken beer bottle sticking out of his leg.
Combo quickly skated over to Center Street to let the others know of Beat's condition. He carried Beat over his shoulder fire-man style. After telling Tab and Cube what happened, they all went back to HQ to heal Beat's wounds.
Gum wasn't to happy to see Beat in that condition. In fact, she was frantic. Of course she never showed it. While her face showed only the smallest bit on concern, her heart was beating like a drum. Garam, who had stopped by while the others were gone, went off to get something to help with the pain. Mew, who had also stopped by, was helping Cube bandage his wounds.
Beat was barely conscious and was ready to pass out any second. Gum stood behind the two girls clenching her fists. She hated doing nothing but watching, and she couldn't even get a clear view of the nearly comatose boy she had grown so fond of. Finally deciding to swallow some of her pride, Gum slowly walked up behind Cube and Mew. "Is there anything I can do?" she said in her usual voice. Cube put the finishing touches on a bandage and turned to her. "We're just about done here, but we could use someone to keep an eye on him. You know, sort of like keep a vigil on him until he's back on his feet. Think you could do that?"
Gum nearly lost herself to her passion. She caught herself at the last moment when she was about to let some of her feelings surface. That would've been a costly mistake. Instead, her face wore her usual smirk. "Sure, I can do that. Just leave it to me." Cube nodded in approval and Gum nodded back. Gum's heart was skipping happily inside her chest.
After carefully moving Beat to his bed, Garam returned with not morphine, but, "It's morphine substitute." Garam explained. "Are you sure that won't kill him?" Mew asked, raising an eye brow.
"Of course it won't. It's just as good as morphine, perhaps even better! Just be careful not to give him too much."
Beat was floating between a thin line of consciousness and unconsciousness. He was slowly but surely becoming aware of his surroundings, but he barely had the energy to open his eyes. It felt too good to just rest. But something was bothering him. He could barely remember anything after he was suddenly grabbed from his rail grind. He didn't even know who or what had grabbed him. There was a sense of insecurity growing in the back of his mind, and he had to at least know where he was in order to ease it.
He had already determined that he was in a bed. That was about it. That and he felt the presents of someone else. Probably the thing that fed his insecurity. For all he knew, it could be the person who grabbed him waiting for him to wake up so that he could do God knows what to him. For all he knew, Onishima could've caught him and the person with him could be his cell mate. A bit of fear grabbed Beat in his stomach. He had heard of what became of boys his age in prisons, and from what he knew, prison rapes were a reality.
Whatever had happened, Beat had to know what his near fate was. Mustering up his courage and strength, he slowly opened his eyes. A soft moan escaped his lips; he was more out of it than he thought. He blinked groggily a few times, but his eyes refused to focus. "Hey," came a soft voice from his right. He turned his gaze to the figure sitting beside him. She sounded familiar, but he certainly didn't remember seeing her anywhere. "Wha....wh...where am I?" Beat asked the figure feebly.
"You're back in the garage. It's a good thing Combo was with you, or else you would've been history. Man, how dumb can you be Beat?" the figure replied, adding a chuckle at the end of her statement to show she was just kidding around a bit.
'Garage?' Beat thought, still unclear on what was happening. 'Right! The garage! But, I sure don't remember her ever being one of the GGs. When did she join? She looks a little bit like Gum, but she's much prettier. I think I like this new member!' "Hey."
"Yes?"
"I can't remember seeing anyone as pretty as you."
Gum was a bit taken back by this statement. She was shocked, but was in no way displeased with what had just happened. 'He thinks I'm pretty!' she thought happily. Then she came back to reality a bit. 'It's probably just a side effect of the morphine substitute, but whatever the condition, he still thinks I'm pretty!'
"Excuse me,"
"Yes?"
"Could you tell that hawk his flute playing is really annoying?"
"Oro?" 'Yep, it's definitely a side effect of the morphine substitute. Oh well,' "Just go back to sleep and I'll take care of the...hawk."
For the next few days, Gum was right at Beat's side, tending to his every need. The entire time, Beat kept mumbling about how beautiful Gum was. She knew it was just the morphine sub talking, but it didn't matter to her at all. She just assumed that under the influence of the drug, Beat was saying his hidden feelings for her without really knowing it. That was until one day.
It had been a week since the incident and Garam said that the pain had probably subsided enough to take Beat off the drug. The next morning, Beat woke up and was surprised to see that his usual care-taker was replaced by Gum. She became concerned when Beat's usually drugged up grin was replaced with a look of confusion. "Is something wrong?" she asked. Beat scanned the room with his eyes and seemed quiet disturbed as if something was missing. "Where is she?" he finally asked.
"She who?" Gum said, raising an eye brow. She had been with Beat the whole time and she was the only one with him when he was awake. "That hot chick that was here."
"Hot chick? What are you talking about? What hot chick?"
"There was a really hot chick here taking care of me. It was funny, she looked a little like you, but she was much prettier."
"THAT WAS ME!!"
"You?" Beat chuckled a bit after a brief moment of surprise. "That couldn't have been you. You're hardly half as pretty as she was. In fact, compared to her, you're kinda ugly."
Gum was shocked. She had never heard Beat be so mean to a friend before. Whenever he was, he was usually just kidding around. And when he wasn't, it was just a minor argument that was resolved the following day. But this, this was not like Beat at all. He had crossed the line.
Choking on invisible tears, Gum slowly back away, shaking her head in disbelief. "Hey, what's with you? You ran out of make up so you could only put eleven layers on?" Beat asked. Finally, unable to keep her tough girl status stable any longer, Gum allowed herself to break down. She skated from the room as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face. She nearly knocked down Cube as she brushed past her, letting out a howl of agony as she disappeared into the streets.
Alarmed, Cube ran back into Beat's room to see what had happened. Beat was passed out again and at first Cube thought that was the cause of Gum's strange behavior. She walked over to his bed side to make sure he was okay. He appeared to be fine, except that his entire body was raging with a fever.
To be continued..................
Please review!