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.
Sega, if you read this and don't like it - don't sue me! Just ask me to take it down.
Ok, things get a little more violent, confusing and longer now ^_^ Just get in and buckle up; the ride's only just beginning!
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Poisoned Affair - A Jet Set Radio fanfiction by Rob Bowker, aka foolife
Chapter 3 - Confessions
A soft wind rattled the corrugated iron of the GG's garage in the wasteland of the night. Little stirred from outside, apart from the odd piece of garbage floating through the air. Yo-Yo and Garam sat on the ground quietly next to the garage door, the only illumination coming from the light of the street lamps shining through the cracks of the makeshift entrance as Garam shuffled and drew the cards out silently. It was early in the morning, and both of them had been the receivers of a patchy and disturbed sleep. They were naturally worried. Garam only got to handing Yo-Yo his fourth when he stalled, relaxing his arm and taking a deeper breath.
"You don't feel like playin' either, hey?" Yo-Yo instinctively remarked. Garam lifted his face up, eyes resting elsewhere on the room before shaking his head.
"It doesn't feel right. One of our family is out on our own, somewhere in the wild and we have no idea. am I being stupid? I feel overprotective."
Yo-Yo let his mind rest. "Not just 'chu, man," he scooped up the cards laid in front of him and piled them together loosely handing them back to Garam. "She'll be ok though."
"You sound a little too sure."
Yo-Yo grinned, his overconfident nature brimming with every word. "She's a GG! Dun worry."
Garam stared at Yo-Yo in disbelief. His reply was almost instantaneous. "That's what I am worried about, you idiot!" He quickly regretted his words and continued, a slightly hurt looking Yo-Yo listening on.
"I'm sorry pal," he sighed slowly. "She's a GG, sure, but you and I both know that doesn't necessarily mean a good thing."
The matter-of-fact attitude in his voice set Yo-Yo at an uneasy rest. Just as it had stopped to listen to them talk, the wind rattled the corrugated iron again, moving away from the scene.
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Once the light had dimmed, and Piranha saw the logo emblazoned on the helicopter, her heart sank. Standing out from the dull metal on the side was a brightly coloured Rhinoceros - the mark of the Golden Rhinos. She'd secretly hoped, that along with the crushing of Goji Rokkaku, the Rhinos would have disappeared silently into the night too. Alas, she was bitterly mistaken. As the helicopter lay dormant, 3 pairs of legs suddenly dropped from the other side. Rox could only just make out the boots, but he already knew what had come for him. His pulse raced as he pulled Piranha even closer to whisper in her ear.
"As soon as I cause enough of a distraction, get out of here. This is none of your concern," he hissed.
Piranha contemplated hissing back, just for the sheer hell of it, but took hold of her hot-headedness and decided against it. Now wasn't the time; she could always graffiti the hell out of his house when she hooked back up with the GGs. She intensely stared at the mysterious boots of the trio until they came out into the open. Her jaw dropped.
Standing before her was none other than Goji Rokkaku, flanked by two of his finest guards.
"You're.you're supposed to be DEAD!" she screamed. He sneered with delight at finding one of his murderers.
"I am supposed to be dead, but I'm not," he said, in that unmistakably evil tone. "To think I just came here for you, Rox. Now I get to kill two birds with one stone."
The intensity on Rox's face grew.
"You leave her out of this. It's me you want."
Goji lifted his free hand to his chin, rubbing it well and stepping deeper into the alcove. He looked around carefully, a smile on his face, although not one of evil intentions; one of mere delight at his find. Piranha rolled back carefully as he moved closer, but Rox didn't. He stood perfectly still and perfectly balanced whilst Goji moved yet closer still, circling him and watching him like a hawk before moving over to the half empty toolbox. Either he was even more arrogant than he made himself out to be, or Goji didn't intimidate him.
In all honesty, it was neither.
For Piranha, all sense of time and sound had vanished for her. Every fibre of her being solely concentrated on the exact movements and twitches of Goji. She still was in disbelief that he was still alive after falling off the tower scant months ago, let alone the fact he was here - seemingly unharmed - and moving about as if nothing had ever happened.
Goji whipped a wrench out of the toolbox, slowly walked back to face Rox, and growled.
"You know what I can do to you. You know what I can do to her. Give yourself up and I might let the both of you live," The smile changed to that bitter evil one Piranha knew so well. "That is, after I'm done with you."
Rox shook his head, gritting his teeth.
"You son of a bitch."
Goji's arm came up and down over Rox's skull in a flash. The Poison Jammer yelped and clutched his head in agony as he fell to the floor. Sensing that Piranha would react, he merely sidestepped. A gust of air hit his face and all he heard was the colliding of bodies as the speeding GG crashed into Goji's own personal guard. She was quickly seized, although that didn't stop her struggling and using her mouth.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" she screamed again, trying to push away from the two burly men that restrained her. Goji shot a look at her that could have killed, then returned to his pray. Rox was still clutching his head with one hand, breathing deeply and trying to use Goji's leg to pull himself back up. He didn't waste any further time in bringing the wrench down upon Rox's head again, and again, and again. Rox yelled in agony; Piranha screamed and struggled; Goji grinned maniacally as the circle continued. By the time he decided to drop the wrench, sending an inaudible clattering across the alcove, Rox barely moved. He wore a crimson mask, with a bright red pool steadily increasing. Piranha's eyes flooded, as she continued to scream hoarsely, exhausted from the sheer rush of adrenaline.
For what seemed an age, Goji stared at Rox. Even in his foetal position, he still reached his hand out, trying to find something to lift himself up with.
"Persistent little asshole, aren't you?" Goji observed, impressed by Rox's abilities. "It is no matter. I need you alive anyway."
He turned back to his guards.
"I shall deal with her now. Take this boy back to the helicopter."
The guards nodded simultaneously, and instantly let go of Piranha. With every emotion bubbling to the surface, she launched herself straight forward towards Goji, a fierce war cry echoing. Yet Goji just pointed his finger, and without warning, Piranha came to a standstill, her entire body paralysed. Goji grinned again.
"My dear girl, what you and your gang did to me.was the best thing you could have ever done. I have never felt so empowered, so strong, so.free.all I needed was the boy, but I cannot let you go either. Get in the helicopter."
He thrust his finger forward, sending Piranha through the air at a high velocity. Hitting the side of the helicopter, she slumped to the floor, once more unconscious.
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Piranha opened her eyes.
Black.
She rubbed them, blinked twice then tried to focus again.
Black.
Out of all the thoughts in her mind, only one made itself heard above the rest
'Where the hell am I?'
Her back still hurt as she pulled herself up onto her feet but that was no longer the issue on her mind. Feeling her body with her hands, she could tell she wasn't wearing her normal garb. Rubbing her feet along the floor, she could tell she didn't have her inlines on either. Whatever kind of outfit she'd been changed into, it wasn't her fashion.
"They knock me out, they steal my clothes."
Her mutterings were nothing more than a cover-up. All she wanted to do was to hear her own voice to assure herself that at least she still had herself. Her head still ached from where it had been knocked against the helicopter and she wasn't feeling too good from it, either. Feeling around for the nearest wall, she slumped against it onto the floor, resting herself. Hopefully, it would be day soon, or someone would come, or even someone would turn on a light switch; if only to assure her that she hadn't gone blind.
It was cold too. A nippy air breezed about the room. Feeling the chill, Piranha wrapped her arms around herself and tapped her feet to keep herself warm. Only a few minutes passed before Piranha began singing lightly, just to keep her nerves in check.
"Oh, I can see them run 'bout the town, I can hear them all say."
"d-d-d-doo w-w-whop, l-listen to the m-m-music."
Piranha opened her eyes wide.
"Rox? Is that you?"
A faint reply came back, through chattering teeth.
"y-y-yeah."
She scrambled over to where the voice led her, feeling around until she laid her hands on his stocky body. It was no wonder he was cold; whatever he was wearing had been ripped and torn, leaving a great deal of his body exposed. Unsurprisingly, he felt like frozen ice. Instinctively she put her fears and confusion over the Poison Jam to one side and covered him as best she could.
"w-w-what."
She pressed a finger to his lips. "Just shut up, don't say a word. Save your strength." He wasn't in the mood to argue back, but he could feel her shaking just as much as he was.
They remained that way until dawn, locked in each other's arms without even knowing it. As the first cracks of light began to shine through the few, tiny windows - which were more like air holes than windows - Piranha and Rox saw more clearly around their cell. It was totally bare, with drab, grey walls. The door was large, ominous, and shut tight, shadowing over the pair.
Rox broke the silence. He was still cold and hurt, but had at least controlled his chattering teeth,
"I could get used to this," he sarcastically groaned. Piranha smiled at the irony. "I live in this anyway,"
Rox pondered.
"I don't understand," he eventually mused. She sighed.
"S'pose I gotta tell you now, huh?" she expressed, a tone of annoyance in her voice. He nodded in a puppy dog kind of way. She grinned.
"Ok, you win." she closed her eyes as she began the story she'd not even told her closest friends.
"The neighbourhood where I live, some developer's bought it up from the government. It's a hole, so they've decided to evict everyone.demolish it all, a big 'rehousing' project," the disgust in her voice was so bitter you could have choked on it. "So, we're getting relocated, but not in Tokyo. Everything I've ever known, I'll have to leave behind."
Rox went quiet. He didn't know what to say. After a minute of racing thought, all he could go for was the cliché.
"I'm sorry," he began. "Are you ok?"
Piranha shrugged. "It's easier to tell someone who doesn't know you. They don't care, or feel sorry for you. They're just another face in the crowd," she said with a monotonous ring in her voice.
Rox nodded his head slightly. He understood what she meant. He'd been there. He was there right now.
She took a study look at the badly dressed bandage covering his head. An unmistakable tinge of red still shone through, and leaked over the top. It was a miracle Goji hadn't killed him.
"Hey, Piranha." he coughed, nervously as she looked at him receptively. "Maybe when this is all done and we're out of all this, you'd want to go out maybe?"
She couldn't help but let out a smile. Whatever she thought about Poison Jam didn't apply here. She touched his hand tenderly.
"I'd love to."
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Beat checked his watch for the umpteenth time. It was 4:30am; shards of light had begun to break through the fading stars of the night sky. From his position at the top of Tokyo's Expo Centre he watched the ground from high above, the still occasionally broken by the odd, drunken yob stumbling home or
He loved Piranha. Now he wished he'd told her how he felt all along, instead of being the 'good friend' she considered him. They got along so well, as gang members and close friends. Only one person to him had ever been closer - Gum.
Gum. She'd know what to do. All he had to do was get her in private.
Picking himself up from the roof, he leapt off, grinding his way down the huge pillar supports to the ground.
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Well it's been some time ^_^ Had exams, personal problems, results, parties, university etc etc. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.they'll be more frequent now, promise; btw, is the violence a little OTT? And yeah, I'm aware that Tokyo is never quiet, but I needed some sentimental moment ^^; - Rob, 1st October 2002.
Sega, if you read this and don't like it - don't sue me! Just ask me to take it down.
Ok, things get a little more violent, confusing and longer now ^_^ Just get in and buckle up; the ride's only just beginning!
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Poisoned Affair - A Jet Set Radio fanfiction by Rob Bowker, aka foolife
Chapter 3 - Confessions
A soft wind rattled the corrugated iron of the GG's garage in the wasteland of the night. Little stirred from outside, apart from the odd piece of garbage floating through the air. Yo-Yo and Garam sat on the ground quietly next to the garage door, the only illumination coming from the light of the street lamps shining through the cracks of the makeshift entrance as Garam shuffled and drew the cards out silently. It was early in the morning, and both of them had been the receivers of a patchy and disturbed sleep. They were naturally worried. Garam only got to handing Yo-Yo his fourth when he stalled, relaxing his arm and taking a deeper breath.
"You don't feel like playin' either, hey?" Yo-Yo instinctively remarked. Garam lifted his face up, eyes resting elsewhere on the room before shaking his head.
"It doesn't feel right. One of our family is out on our own, somewhere in the wild and we have no idea. am I being stupid? I feel overprotective."
Yo-Yo let his mind rest. "Not just 'chu, man," he scooped up the cards laid in front of him and piled them together loosely handing them back to Garam. "She'll be ok though."
"You sound a little too sure."
Yo-Yo grinned, his overconfident nature brimming with every word. "She's a GG! Dun worry."
Garam stared at Yo-Yo in disbelief. His reply was almost instantaneous. "That's what I am worried about, you idiot!" He quickly regretted his words and continued, a slightly hurt looking Yo-Yo listening on.
"I'm sorry pal," he sighed slowly. "She's a GG, sure, but you and I both know that doesn't necessarily mean a good thing."
The matter-of-fact attitude in his voice set Yo-Yo at an uneasy rest. Just as it had stopped to listen to them talk, the wind rattled the corrugated iron again, moving away from the scene.
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Once the light had dimmed, and Piranha saw the logo emblazoned on the helicopter, her heart sank. Standing out from the dull metal on the side was a brightly coloured Rhinoceros - the mark of the Golden Rhinos. She'd secretly hoped, that along with the crushing of Goji Rokkaku, the Rhinos would have disappeared silently into the night too. Alas, she was bitterly mistaken. As the helicopter lay dormant, 3 pairs of legs suddenly dropped from the other side. Rox could only just make out the boots, but he already knew what had come for him. His pulse raced as he pulled Piranha even closer to whisper in her ear.
"As soon as I cause enough of a distraction, get out of here. This is none of your concern," he hissed.
Piranha contemplated hissing back, just for the sheer hell of it, but took hold of her hot-headedness and decided against it. Now wasn't the time; she could always graffiti the hell out of his house when she hooked back up with the GGs. She intensely stared at the mysterious boots of the trio until they came out into the open. Her jaw dropped.
Standing before her was none other than Goji Rokkaku, flanked by two of his finest guards.
"You're.you're supposed to be DEAD!" she screamed. He sneered with delight at finding one of his murderers.
"I am supposed to be dead, but I'm not," he said, in that unmistakably evil tone. "To think I just came here for you, Rox. Now I get to kill two birds with one stone."
The intensity on Rox's face grew.
"You leave her out of this. It's me you want."
Goji lifted his free hand to his chin, rubbing it well and stepping deeper into the alcove. He looked around carefully, a smile on his face, although not one of evil intentions; one of mere delight at his find. Piranha rolled back carefully as he moved closer, but Rox didn't. He stood perfectly still and perfectly balanced whilst Goji moved yet closer still, circling him and watching him like a hawk before moving over to the half empty toolbox. Either he was even more arrogant than he made himself out to be, or Goji didn't intimidate him.
In all honesty, it was neither.
For Piranha, all sense of time and sound had vanished for her. Every fibre of her being solely concentrated on the exact movements and twitches of Goji. She still was in disbelief that he was still alive after falling off the tower scant months ago, let alone the fact he was here - seemingly unharmed - and moving about as if nothing had ever happened.
Goji whipped a wrench out of the toolbox, slowly walked back to face Rox, and growled.
"You know what I can do to you. You know what I can do to her. Give yourself up and I might let the both of you live," The smile changed to that bitter evil one Piranha knew so well. "That is, after I'm done with you."
Rox shook his head, gritting his teeth.
"You son of a bitch."
Goji's arm came up and down over Rox's skull in a flash. The Poison Jammer yelped and clutched his head in agony as he fell to the floor. Sensing that Piranha would react, he merely sidestepped. A gust of air hit his face and all he heard was the colliding of bodies as the speeding GG crashed into Goji's own personal guard. She was quickly seized, although that didn't stop her struggling and using her mouth.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" she screamed again, trying to push away from the two burly men that restrained her. Goji shot a look at her that could have killed, then returned to his pray. Rox was still clutching his head with one hand, breathing deeply and trying to use Goji's leg to pull himself back up. He didn't waste any further time in bringing the wrench down upon Rox's head again, and again, and again. Rox yelled in agony; Piranha screamed and struggled; Goji grinned maniacally as the circle continued. By the time he decided to drop the wrench, sending an inaudible clattering across the alcove, Rox barely moved. He wore a crimson mask, with a bright red pool steadily increasing. Piranha's eyes flooded, as she continued to scream hoarsely, exhausted from the sheer rush of adrenaline.
For what seemed an age, Goji stared at Rox. Even in his foetal position, he still reached his hand out, trying to find something to lift himself up with.
"Persistent little asshole, aren't you?" Goji observed, impressed by Rox's abilities. "It is no matter. I need you alive anyway."
He turned back to his guards.
"I shall deal with her now. Take this boy back to the helicopter."
The guards nodded simultaneously, and instantly let go of Piranha. With every emotion bubbling to the surface, she launched herself straight forward towards Goji, a fierce war cry echoing. Yet Goji just pointed his finger, and without warning, Piranha came to a standstill, her entire body paralysed. Goji grinned again.
"My dear girl, what you and your gang did to me.was the best thing you could have ever done. I have never felt so empowered, so strong, so.free.all I needed was the boy, but I cannot let you go either. Get in the helicopter."
He thrust his finger forward, sending Piranha through the air at a high velocity. Hitting the side of the helicopter, she slumped to the floor, once more unconscious.
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Piranha opened her eyes.
Black.
She rubbed them, blinked twice then tried to focus again.
Black.
Out of all the thoughts in her mind, only one made itself heard above the rest
'Where the hell am I?'
Her back still hurt as she pulled herself up onto her feet but that was no longer the issue on her mind. Feeling her body with her hands, she could tell she wasn't wearing her normal garb. Rubbing her feet along the floor, she could tell she didn't have her inlines on either. Whatever kind of outfit she'd been changed into, it wasn't her fashion.
"They knock me out, they steal my clothes."
Her mutterings were nothing more than a cover-up. All she wanted to do was to hear her own voice to assure herself that at least she still had herself. Her head still ached from where it had been knocked against the helicopter and she wasn't feeling too good from it, either. Feeling around for the nearest wall, she slumped against it onto the floor, resting herself. Hopefully, it would be day soon, or someone would come, or even someone would turn on a light switch; if only to assure her that she hadn't gone blind.
It was cold too. A nippy air breezed about the room. Feeling the chill, Piranha wrapped her arms around herself and tapped her feet to keep herself warm. Only a few minutes passed before Piranha began singing lightly, just to keep her nerves in check.
"Oh, I can see them run 'bout the town, I can hear them all say."
"d-d-d-doo w-w-whop, l-listen to the m-m-music."
Piranha opened her eyes wide.
"Rox? Is that you?"
A faint reply came back, through chattering teeth.
"y-y-yeah."
She scrambled over to where the voice led her, feeling around until she laid her hands on his stocky body. It was no wonder he was cold; whatever he was wearing had been ripped and torn, leaving a great deal of his body exposed. Unsurprisingly, he felt like frozen ice. Instinctively she put her fears and confusion over the Poison Jam to one side and covered him as best she could.
"w-w-what."
She pressed a finger to his lips. "Just shut up, don't say a word. Save your strength." He wasn't in the mood to argue back, but he could feel her shaking just as much as he was.
They remained that way until dawn, locked in each other's arms without even knowing it. As the first cracks of light began to shine through the few, tiny windows - which were more like air holes than windows - Piranha and Rox saw more clearly around their cell. It was totally bare, with drab, grey walls. The door was large, ominous, and shut tight, shadowing over the pair.
Rox broke the silence. He was still cold and hurt, but had at least controlled his chattering teeth,
"I could get used to this," he sarcastically groaned. Piranha smiled at the irony. "I live in this anyway,"
Rox pondered.
"I don't understand," he eventually mused. She sighed.
"S'pose I gotta tell you now, huh?" she expressed, a tone of annoyance in her voice. He nodded in a puppy dog kind of way. She grinned.
"Ok, you win." she closed her eyes as she began the story she'd not even told her closest friends.
"The neighbourhood where I live, some developer's bought it up from the government. It's a hole, so they've decided to evict everyone.demolish it all, a big 'rehousing' project," the disgust in her voice was so bitter you could have choked on it. "So, we're getting relocated, but not in Tokyo. Everything I've ever known, I'll have to leave behind."
Rox went quiet. He didn't know what to say. After a minute of racing thought, all he could go for was the cliché.
"I'm sorry," he began. "Are you ok?"
Piranha shrugged. "It's easier to tell someone who doesn't know you. They don't care, or feel sorry for you. They're just another face in the crowd," she said with a monotonous ring in her voice.
Rox nodded his head slightly. He understood what she meant. He'd been there. He was there right now.
She took a study look at the badly dressed bandage covering his head. An unmistakable tinge of red still shone through, and leaked over the top. It was a miracle Goji hadn't killed him.
"Hey, Piranha." he coughed, nervously as she looked at him receptively. "Maybe when this is all done and we're out of all this, you'd want to go out maybe?"
She couldn't help but let out a smile. Whatever she thought about Poison Jam didn't apply here. She touched his hand tenderly.
"I'd love to."
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Beat checked his watch for the umpteenth time. It was 4:30am; shards of light had begun to break through the fading stars of the night sky. From his position at the top of Tokyo's Expo Centre he watched the ground from high above, the still occasionally broken by the odd, drunken yob stumbling home or
He loved Piranha. Now he wished he'd told her how he felt all along, instead of being the 'good friend' she considered him. They got along so well, as gang members and close friends. Only one person to him had ever been closer - Gum.
Gum. She'd know what to do. All he had to do was get her in private.
Picking himself up from the roof, he leapt off, grinding his way down the huge pillar supports to the ground.
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Well it's been some time ^_^ Had exams, personal problems, results, parties, university etc etc. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.they'll be more frequent now, promise; btw, is the violence a little OTT? And yeah, I'm aware that Tokyo is never quiet, but I needed some sentimental moment ^^; - Rob, 1st October 2002.