1 Jet Set Radio is a TM and copyrighted by Sega Enterprises. I do not have
any ownership over JSR (apart from owning an official PAL/E copy of the
game on Dreamcast), and so any characters, settings etc etc are all used
courtesy of Sega.
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3 Sega, if you read this and don't like it – don't sue me! Just ask me to take it down.
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6 Poisoned Affair – A Jet Set Radio fanfiction by Rob Bowker, aka foolife
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7.1 Chapter 2 - Trust
The sound of cars from the main road above was all that the lost member of Poison Jam could hear as he worked hard to stem the flow of blood from Piranha's back. It was a miracle the two hadn't been caught. He recalled the events that had transpired, still vividly embedded within his mind.
Piranha dived straight into the big Poison Jammer, sending both of them, arms locked together through the air. Her timing must have been a result of a deal with the devil, as they'd landed on top of a large bus, headed right out of Shibuya. It wasn't all luck though – fate reared its often-ugly head too. Onishima's bullet had ripped across her flesh as she spun in midair, leaving her in sheer pain. The bloodcurdling scream that pierced the air reflected that. She hit her head hard as they came down on the vehicle, and the blow knocked her clean out. They'd had little choice but to travel along on the top of the coach, following its endless route. Once they were far enough outside of Shibuya and away from police presence, the Poison Jammer took it upon himself to look after Piranha, and to get the two to safety. It hadn't been easy; she was unconscious and had a fairly deep flesh wound from the bullet. Admittedly, it had only clipped her, but even so, it was going to require treatment. However, he'd picked the perfect time to jump from the bus, landing almost perfectly with Piranha wrapped in his arms. The long, main road they had been on was on the outskirts on Tokyo-to. He hadn't wished them to travel quite this far, however, it was perfectly quiet at the same time. With all the chaos, confusion, and dare he think it, bait that had been left behind at the bus terminal, he doubted anyone would follow them as far as they had travelled. He spent much of the journey looking at the unconscious Piranha, and couldn't help but find her deeply attractive. However, something more than physical attraction was a requirement for love. He knew that from his own experience.
Now she was lying flat on her face, as he bent forward on his knees, staring at her back. Her dark skin mixed in with a deep, pure shade of red. She'd been bleeding – not badly, but enough to show that this wasn't just any minor injury. He swung his head around the small alcove again. It was almost as if someone had set up home here – there was a rickety wooden desk, a toolbox, and an extremely wet bed. Homely.
Although he'd firmly left his mask on, his slasher gloves had been discarded, strewn across the floor. His hands were stained with blood as he untidily strapped ripped bits of his own dark blue outfit. It certainly wasn't the cleanest bandage in the world, and the Poison Jammer felt wary and uncomfortable strapping it on. After a moment's hesitation, he muttered indistinctly and placed the makeshift dressing on regardless. He figured she could sort it out herself whenever she woke up. He grabbed his gloves and slid them back onto his hands, fastening up the buckles before getting to his feet and rolling himself out of the alcove. He took one look back at Piranha, and studied her closely. His mind ran with thoughts; he could do his typical thing of repairing the damage and running off without any extra effort, or he could stay and, for once, be a man. It was odd – he usually followed his own systematic pattern of the former, but he was almost powerless against his will. He shook his head, gritted his teeth and skated back in, turning the mattress over and threw himself on it, grunting the whole time. He may not have been expressing it, but secretly, he was glad to be staying.
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Gum was the first to break the long, unwieldy silence. She nervously stood up, her lips trembling, her short blonde hair eerily still.
"I think…we should…"
Her voice trailed off without a trace of impact. She slowly slumped back down, and turned her head to the side. Tab drew a deep breath and finished her sentence for her.
"Find the body?"
Beat sprung up and boomed loudly, "She's not dead!"
There was pure and intense rage in his eyes as he burnt a hole right through Tab. They were the best of friends, but right now, there was nothing but conflict. The rest of the GGs became even more edgy. Nothing had ever come between them like this. Suddenly all those trivial things they'd been arguing about just hours earlier were thrown way back into the perspective.
"This is crazy, you guys!" Yo-Yo nervously shouted, his lip trembling. "We gotta stick together!"
Tab caved first. He cast his eyes away from Beat, and muttered bitterly under his breath. Beat stepped back. The cloud of tension lifted, if only for a moment, before everyone realised the seriousness of the situation again.
"I'm not going to believe it until I see the body for myself," whispered Cube in a light voice. The only audible sound came from the shuffling of heads, nodding in the affirmative.
Combo peered around the garage door out into the night sky. He shook his head.
"It's dark now. We should begin the search tomorrow." He said gruffly. Naturally, he got some resistance.
"What? Piranha could be out there right now, or in a police cell, and you want us to just stay here?" squeaked Mew in her typical high-pitched tone. A legion of voices agreed behind hers. Combo snapped back.
"You care about her now, sure, but what about earlier? She hasn't been herself all day, something's serious wrong, but all you could worry about was where your skates were, or where you'd mislaid your paint!"
Mew sunk back; Combo was right, and she'd only just realised the way Piranha had been acting all day.
"I don't know what's wrong with her," he began to conclude. "However, what I do know is that she did what she did for a reason. She's a strong girl, she'll be ok. I'm staying here tonight. If she hasn't turned up by the morning, we'll start searching."
Combo walked between the rest of the downhearted GGs, and headed up the ladder into the attic. Beat swiftly left; he was upset, and this environment was ripping him up from inside. Mew and Cube followed. The rest of the GGs stayed, although they all kept quiet, and rested against whatever soft item they could find. They soon all fell asleep, but their dreams were far from happy.
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The Poison Jammer stretched out and yawned, pushing his mask up away from his face to rub his eyes. The common interpretation of a Jammer is that they're mutated under the cover, yet he was far from being deformed. He possessed a spotless air about him; looks any guy would die for. He rolled his sleeve up and checked his battered watch. He wasn't sure, but he reckoned it must have been a good few hours since they rolled in. He'd had enough of waiting, but it wasn't like he had any choice. Almost by fate at that moment, Piranha let out a large groan and began to stir.
'At last,' thought the Poison Jammer, and he arrogantly flipped himself off the bed and rolled in front of Piranha, who was weakly trying to get herself up. She looked ahead and saw the pair of dull blue skates greeting her eyes, and nearly had a heart attack. Intimidated, she looked straight up to see the Poison Jammer, his mask still firmly wedged onto the top of his head. He almost instantly shot his hand forward to help her up. She batted it away and lifted herself painfully to a sitting position. The stinging sensation came from her wound, and she lifted her hand behind her back to feel at it.
"It's only a flesh wound, you'll be ok. A split second later or earlier and I think we'd be looking at a different story." Said the Poison Jammer insensitively. Piranha took instant offence.
"A split second later or earlier??? I save your life and that's all you have to say?" she shouted, arching forward in her angry state. She winced as she did, taking a hard breath before leaning back again, easing the pressure on the wound.
"Name's Rox," he mumbled.
Rox once again made an attempt to help Piranha up. After a moment's hesitation, Piranha muttered under her breath but this time reluctantly accepted his offer. She placed her hand in his and held on tightly as he gently pulled her to her feet. The pain in her back stung, and she needed considerable help in keeping her balance for a few minutes, but eventually she could keep her own equilibrium. Rox never once complained…either he was a quiet guy, or he felt some genuine guilt. Either way, Piranha began to regret her earlier thoughts about the Poison Jam.
She quickly shook herself out of it. He was a Poison Jammer – that in itself was a bad omen. As soon as the pain receded she pushed herself away from him, and looked him up and down.
"I'm Piranha. Listen…thanks, but I'll be ok. We're enemies, not friends."
He was stunned at her abruptness as she shoved past him, heading towards the alcove's exit. As she reached it, a flashlight illuminated the inside, momentarily blinding both her and Rox.
"Ahhhh!" she yelped and swung back. The loud sound of rotors whirring around echoed throughout the alcove. Rox grabbed her arm and pulled her clear back from the entrance. Both of them held each other, squinting their eyes to protect them from the wind bouncing in their faces, and watched in fear as the chopper began to set itself down.
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Another chapter finished, another ending a bit rushed. Oh well. – Rob, 8th April 2001.
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3 Sega, if you read this and don't like it – don't sue me! Just ask me to take it down.
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6 Poisoned Affair – A Jet Set Radio fanfiction by Rob Bowker, aka foolife
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7.1 Chapter 2 - Trust
The sound of cars from the main road above was all that the lost member of Poison Jam could hear as he worked hard to stem the flow of blood from Piranha's back. It was a miracle the two hadn't been caught. He recalled the events that had transpired, still vividly embedded within his mind.
Piranha dived straight into the big Poison Jammer, sending both of them, arms locked together through the air. Her timing must have been a result of a deal with the devil, as they'd landed on top of a large bus, headed right out of Shibuya. It wasn't all luck though – fate reared its often-ugly head too. Onishima's bullet had ripped across her flesh as she spun in midair, leaving her in sheer pain. The bloodcurdling scream that pierced the air reflected that. She hit her head hard as they came down on the vehicle, and the blow knocked her clean out. They'd had little choice but to travel along on the top of the coach, following its endless route. Once they were far enough outside of Shibuya and away from police presence, the Poison Jammer took it upon himself to look after Piranha, and to get the two to safety. It hadn't been easy; she was unconscious and had a fairly deep flesh wound from the bullet. Admittedly, it had only clipped her, but even so, it was going to require treatment. However, he'd picked the perfect time to jump from the bus, landing almost perfectly with Piranha wrapped in his arms. The long, main road they had been on was on the outskirts on Tokyo-to. He hadn't wished them to travel quite this far, however, it was perfectly quiet at the same time. With all the chaos, confusion, and dare he think it, bait that had been left behind at the bus terminal, he doubted anyone would follow them as far as they had travelled. He spent much of the journey looking at the unconscious Piranha, and couldn't help but find her deeply attractive. However, something more than physical attraction was a requirement for love. He knew that from his own experience.
Now she was lying flat on her face, as he bent forward on his knees, staring at her back. Her dark skin mixed in with a deep, pure shade of red. She'd been bleeding – not badly, but enough to show that this wasn't just any minor injury. He swung his head around the small alcove again. It was almost as if someone had set up home here – there was a rickety wooden desk, a toolbox, and an extremely wet bed. Homely.
Although he'd firmly left his mask on, his slasher gloves had been discarded, strewn across the floor. His hands were stained with blood as he untidily strapped ripped bits of his own dark blue outfit. It certainly wasn't the cleanest bandage in the world, and the Poison Jammer felt wary and uncomfortable strapping it on. After a moment's hesitation, he muttered indistinctly and placed the makeshift dressing on regardless. He figured she could sort it out herself whenever she woke up. He grabbed his gloves and slid them back onto his hands, fastening up the buckles before getting to his feet and rolling himself out of the alcove. He took one look back at Piranha, and studied her closely. His mind ran with thoughts; he could do his typical thing of repairing the damage and running off without any extra effort, or he could stay and, for once, be a man. It was odd – he usually followed his own systematic pattern of the former, but he was almost powerless against his will. He shook his head, gritted his teeth and skated back in, turning the mattress over and threw himself on it, grunting the whole time. He may not have been expressing it, but secretly, he was glad to be staying.
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Gum was the first to break the long, unwieldy silence. She nervously stood up, her lips trembling, her short blonde hair eerily still.
"I think…we should…"
Her voice trailed off without a trace of impact. She slowly slumped back down, and turned her head to the side. Tab drew a deep breath and finished her sentence for her.
"Find the body?"
Beat sprung up and boomed loudly, "She's not dead!"
There was pure and intense rage in his eyes as he burnt a hole right through Tab. They were the best of friends, but right now, there was nothing but conflict. The rest of the GGs became even more edgy. Nothing had ever come between them like this. Suddenly all those trivial things they'd been arguing about just hours earlier were thrown way back into the perspective.
"This is crazy, you guys!" Yo-Yo nervously shouted, his lip trembling. "We gotta stick together!"
Tab caved first. He cast his eyes away from Beat, and muttered bitterly under his breath. Beat stepped back. The cloud of tension lifted, if only for a moment, before everyone realised the seriousness of the situation again.
"I'm not going to believe it until I see the body for myself," whispered Cube in a light voice. The only audible sound came from the shuffling of heads, nodding in the affirmative.
Combo peered around the garage door out into the night sky. He shook his head.
"It's dark now. We should begin the search tomorrow." He said gruffly. Naturally, he got some resistance.
"What? Piranha could be out there right now, or in a police cell, and you want us to just stay here?" squeaked Mew in her typical high-pitched tone. A legion of voices agreed behind hers. Combo snapped back.
"You care about her now, sure, but what about earlier? She hasn't been herself all day, something's serious wrong, but all you could worry about was where your skates were, or where you'd mislaid your paint!"
Mew sunk back; Combo was right, and she'd only just realised the way Piranha had been acting all day.
"I don't know what's wrong with her," he began to conclude. "However, what I do know is that she did what she did for a reason. She's a strong girl, she'll be ok. I'm staying here tonight. If she hasn't turned up by the morning, we'll start searching."
Combo walked between the rest of the downhearted GGs, and headed up the ladder into the attic. Beat swiftly left; he was upset, and this environment was ripping him up from inside. Mew and Cube followed. The rest of the GGs stayed, although they all kept quiet, and rested against whatever soft item they could find. They soon all fell asleep, but their dreams were far from happy.
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The Poison Jammer stretched out and yawned, pushing his mask up away from his face to rub his eyes. The common interpretation of a Jammer is that they're mutated under the cover, yet he was far from being deformed. He possessed a spotless air about him; looks any guy would die for. He rolled his sleeve up and checked his battered watch. He wasn't sure, but he reckoned it must have been a good few hours since they rolled in. He'd had enough of waiting, but it wasn't like he had any choice. Almost by fate at that moment, Piranha let out a large groan and began to stir.
'At last,' thought the Poison Jammer, and he arrogantly flipped himself off the bed and rolled in front of Piranha, who was weakly trying to get herself up. She looked ahead and saw the pair of dull blue skates greeting her eyes, and nearly had a heart attack. Intimidated, she looked straight up to see the Poison Jammer, his mask still firmly wedged onto the top of his head. He almost instantly shot his hand forward to help her up. She batted it away and lifted herself painfully to a sitting position. The stinging sensation came from her wound, and she lifted her hand behind her back to feel at it.
"It's only a flesh wound, you'll be ok. A split second later or earlier and I think we'd be looking at a different story." Said the Poison Jammer insensitively. Piranha took instant offence.
"A split second later or earlier??? I save your life and that's all you have to say?" she shouted, arching forward in her angry state. She winced as she did, taking a hard breath before leaning back again, easing the pressure on the wound.
"Name's Rox," he mumbled.
Rox once again made an attempt to help Piranha up. After a moment's hesitation, Piranha muttered under her breath but this time reluctantly accepted his offer. She placed her hand in his and held on tightly as he gently pulled her to her feet. The pain in her back stung, and she needed considerable help in keeping her balance for a few minutes, but eventually she could keep her own equilibrium. Rox never once complained…either he was a quiet guy, or he felt some genuine guilt. Either way, Piranha began to regret her earlier thoughts about the Poison Jam.
She quickly shook herself out of it. He was a Poison Jammer – that in itself was a bad omen. As soon as the pain receded she pushed herself away from him, and looked him up and down.
"I'm Piranha. Listen…thanks, but I'll be ok. We're enemies, not friends."
He was stunned at her abruptness as she shoved past him, heading towards the alcove's exit. As she reached it, a flashlight illuminated the inside, momentarily blinding both her and Rox.
"Ahhhh!" she yelped and swung back. The loud sound of rotors whirring around echoed throughout the alcove. Rox grabbed her arm and pulled her clear back from the entrance. Both of them held each other, squinting their eyes to protect them from the wind bouncing in their faces, and watched in fear as the chopper began to set itself down.
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Another chapter finished, another ending a bit rushed. Oh well. – Rob, 8th April 2001.