(A/N: Hey all. Two things herald the coming of the seventh chapter of TDC. 1) Sorry it took so long to get this out. I've been distracted a lot lately. 2) In your review, If you have time, please give me your feedback on a new story idea I'm tossing around. I want you to be brutally honest. It's an adaptation of a play we're studying in my English class, Romeo & Juliet. If you like the concept, I'd be grateful for any ideas for it. I'm having a little trouble 'cause I was gonna have Romeo be Beat (of course), but Juliet would be a bit troublesome, what with lack of characters in rival gangs (instead of rival families). Whew that was long. Anyway, enough R&J. On with TDC!)
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After their little "encounter" at the Rokkaku construction site, life went back to normal for the GGs.....almost. They had a new resident in their headquarters, and all he seemed to do was sit down in the same spot on the very top speaker and stare off into space, a pained look on his face. Ever since they had escaped, he hadn't eaten, slept, or drank at all, and only mumbled monosyllabically from time to time. The GGs were very concerned, wondering what happened between him and the rudie that had claimed to be his brother.
Tab and Garam were healing quite nicely, though Garam's wound was infected and had to be treated by the doc. The piece of lead implanted in Tab had to be removed as well, but other than that, time was the only thing between the two rudies skating and tagging once again. Things were pretty much normal for the GGs.....until one day, about a week after their encounter with the Inferno Jets.....
"Yo, what's this?" Yo-Yo stooped down to pick up a note that was laying on the floor next to the back door. "Yo, anyone lose a note?"
"Well why don't you read it and find out?" Slate pointed out, not looking up from the pinball machine, "Could be something good."
"Oh yeah!" Yo-Yo unfolded the note, skimming down it quickly. His face distorted in surprise. "No...way. GUYS! GET OUT HERE, YO!"
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So long...it had been so long. Rio wracked his brain thinking about it. Why had he come back now? And allied with the Inferno Jets, those cruel rudies who hadn't given a second that to shooting or stabbing those GGs. Jackal wasn't like that......was he? No. That wasn't Jackal. It couldn't have been. Jackal was kind. Always had been. He wouldn't harm a fly. Seven years was a long time. Seven long years he had been on his own. Now he was fifteen, and he could still remember his fallen brother perfectly. And there was something he couldn't describe, some....feeling, yes, that's what it was. There was a certain feeling that had told him that that was Jackal. The same person who had turned into some sort of demonic creature before his very eyes.
The GGs had put him up for.....he didn't know how long. Could have been weeks as far as he was concerned. He paid no attention to the time, just spent time in deep thought aloof from the others. Many of them had tried to console him, not even knowing
his sorrow. What if Jackal was right, though? What if he, too, was one of those demon things?
".....GUYS! GET OUT HERE, YO!" Yo-Yo's yell echoed off the walls of the garage, the other GGs quickly dashing to the main room, looking around, expecting an attack or of some sort
"What's up, Yo-Yo?" Beat asked, finally, now wondering what he called them all out here for.
Saying nothing, Yo-Yo simply handed the letter over to him. Beat read down it slowly, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise halfway, and staying up as he read the last of it. "Guys....you better read this for yourself...." he handed it over to Gum, as the other GGs crowded around her as she read it aloud.
"Well GGs, I bet you think you're pretty slick after last week's "incident" at the Rokkaku site. But I have news for you. It isn't over, not by a long shot. I challenge you, all of you, to a fight between my gang and yours. The losers will be banished from Tokyo forever. As it should have been long ago. It would have saved me a lot of trouble, but it is of no matter. Soon, Tokyo-To will be mine. And you will be gone. Meet us tomorrow at 5 at the Shinjo lot in Kogane-Cho. A suitable site for Shibuya's former gang's end. Oh, and bring the kid with you.....I know someone who would just love to see him again.
-Dante"
"I say we take 'em up on it, yo!" Yo-Yo spoke up, practically taking the words out of his fellow rudies' mouths, "How 'bout ya'll?"
A murmur of consent flooded through the garage.
"I'm coming too," Rio hopped down from his perch atop the speakers, "I've got to stop my brother. No matter what the cost."
"Well then it's decided," Beat grinned, "Tomorrow, we rid Tokyo of the Inferno Jets for good."
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(A/N: Whew, one more chapter to go. Now now, I know I know, I'm sad too. Just don't go and do anything too crazy before my next fic comes out, alright? Heh.)
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After their little "encounter" at the Rokkaku construction site, life went back to normal for the GGs.....almost. They had a new resident in their headquarters, and all he seemed to do was sit down in the same spot on the very top speaker and stare off into space, a pained look on his face. Ever since they had escaped, he hadn't eaten, slept, or drank at all, and only mumbled monosyllabically from time to time. The GGs were very concerned, wondering what happened between him and the rudie that had claimed to be his brother.
Tab and Garam were healing quite nicely, though Garam's wound was infected and had to be treated by the doc. The piece of lead implanted in Tab had to be removed as well, but other than that, time was the only thing between the two rudies skating and tagging once again. Things were pretty much normal for the GGs.....until one day, about a week after their encounter with the Inferno Jets.....
"Yo, what's this?" Yo-Yo stooped down to pick up a note that was laying on the floor next to the back door. "Yo, anyone lose a note?"
"Well why don't you read it and find out?" Slate pointed out, not looking up from the pinball machine, "Could be something good."
"Oh yeah!" Yo-Yo unfolded the note, skimming down it quickly. His face distorted in surprise. "No...way. GUYS! GET OUT HERE, YO!"
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So long...it had been so long. Rio wracked his brain thinking about it. Why had he come back now? And allied with the Inferno Jets, those cruel rudies who hadn't given a second that to shooting or stabbing those GGs. Jackal wasn't like that......was he? No. That wasn't Jackal. It couldn't have been. Jackal was kind. Always had been. He wouldn't harm a fly. Seven years was a long time. Seven long years he had been on his own. Now he was fifteen, and he could still remember his fallen brother perfectly. And there was something he couldn't describe, some....feeling, yes, that's what it was. There was a certain feeling that had told him that that was Jackal. The same person who had turned into some sort of demonic creature before his very eyes.
The GGs had put him up for.....he didn't know how long. Could have been weeks as far as he was concerned. He paid no attention to the time, just spent time in deep thought aloof from the others. Many of them had tried to console him, not even knowing
his sorrow. What if Jackal was right, though? What if he, too, was one of those demon things?
".....GUYS! GET OUT HERE, YO!" Yo-Yo's yell echoed off the walls of the garage, the other GGs quickly dashing to the main room, looking around, expecting an attack or of some sort
"What's up, Yo-Yo?" Beat asked, finally, now wondering what he called them all out here for.
Saying nothing, Yo-Yo simply handed the letter over to him. Beat read down it slowly, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise halfway, and staying up as he read the last of it. "Guys....you better read this for yourself...." he handed it over to Gum, as the other GGs crowded around her as she read it aloud.
"Well GGs, I bet you think you're pretty slick after last week's "incident" at the Rokkaku site. But I have news for you. It isn't over, not by a long shot. I challenge you, all of you, to a fight between my gang and yours. The losers will be banished from Tokyo forever. As it should have been long ago. It would have saved me a lot of trouble, but it is of no matter. Soon, Tokyo-To will be mine. And you will be gone. Meet us tomorrow at 5 at the Shinjo lot in Kogane-Cho. A suitable site for Shibuya's former gang's end. Oh, and bring the kid with you.....I know someone who would just love to see him again.
-Dante"
"I say we take 'em up on it, yo!" Yo-Yo spoke up, practically taking the words out of his fellow rudies' mouths, "How 'bout ya'll?"
A murmur of consent flooded through the garage.
"I'm coming too," Rio hopped down from his perch atop the speakers, "I've got to stop my brother. No matter what the cost."
"Well then it's decided," Beat grinned, "Tomorrow, we rid Tokyo of the Inferno Jets for good."
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(A/N: Whew, one more chapter to go. Now now, I know I know, I'm sad too. Just don't go and do anything too crazy before my next fic comes out, alright? Heh.)
