Chapter 03 – And They Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse

(Nik says: Okay. It took days. Weeks. Months. Years, even. But it happened. I got off my ass and posted on ff.net. So please r+r! Oh, and we don't own JSR. We wish we did. But we do own Blizzard. And Kell. (Lucky us.) And Alex and Gamma and Data and Shackler and Omega…Anyway, get reading!)

"Okay. The Noise Tanks, Mew, and Yo-Yo, will take Benten-cho. The Poison Jammers, Slate, Garam and Piranha will take Kogane. Me, Gum, the two Tabs, Alex, and Combo, will take Shibuya. Let's go!"

"Yo! Yo! Yoooooooo!"

"Cube! Where are you?"

"Hey, Cube, can you hear us?"

The rudies' voices echoed around the Kogane residential area.

Slate walked over to a skinny boy lurking in the shadows by the entrance to a bar. He felt strangely cold suddenly.

"Uh – scuse me – have you seen a Goth girl rudie round here? Goes by the name of Cube?"

"No. Not directly."

The boy's voice was as quiet and cold as frost.

"Oh. Thanks anyway."

"No. Thank you."

"Huh?" Slate turned back. The figure stepped out of the shadows. For one crazy moment he thought it was Tab – it wore a blue boiler suit – but he quickly dismissed that idea the next moment. Maybe it was the sharpness of this boiler suit that seemed wrong. Or the ice-blue hair. Or his incredibly pale skin.

"Who are you?" Slate said.

The boy didn't reply. Instead he began to pull off the arm-length leather gloves he'd been wearing.

"Heh, heh, heh."

Slate shivered. Why was it so damn cold?

Under the gloves were a pair of metallic wristbands. They seemed to incorporate a pair of small generators.

"Hey, Slate," he heard Garam call. "Who's your friend?"

"I don't know…" Slate turned to see Garam skating up the bridge towards him.

"Goodbye, then – Slate."

"Huh?" Slate turned, and saw a bolt of blue energy shooting from the boy's fingers, cold steam rising from it as it came. Slate dived out of the way, and the energy struck the wall behind him. Slate gulped as the bricks were frozen behind a thick layer of ice.

"What the hell – ?"

Slate turned to run.

He felt something hit him in the back, and he fell. As he got to his feet, he saw to his horror that his hand was quickly being covered by ice, ice which was spreading over his skin like sunlight. It burnt with cold as it covered him.

From somewhere far away he heard Garam yell, "Shit!"

The Noise Tanks, Mew and Yo-Yo skated down the walkway in Benten-cho, calling Cube's name.

"What if we don't find her?" Data asked Mew.

Mew shrugged. "We start praying. Hey, Cube," she yelled, "where are you?"

"Not here, obviously. Hahaaha!"

The scratchy voice was coming from the other side of the road.

"Well, look who's here," Mew muttered.

She saw Data tense up.

"Don't worry," she said to the Noise Tank. "We'll escape him easily."

"I don't want to escape him," Data said, her voice shaking. "I want to kill him like he killed Giga!"

And before Mew could stop her, she'd leapt over the walkway banister, and dashed towards Onishima.

"Data, no!" screamed Mew. "Stop!"

Data charged across the road, ignoring the cars screeching past her. Onishima had seen her approach. He was laughing. And then he raised his minigun, ready to fire.

Garam watched in horror as Slate's body became encased in ice. His friend lay there, looking like a piece of sculpture, his face frozen – literally – in an expression of panic.

Garam began to run.

He glanced back, and saw the boy kneel down and place his hand on the ground. It began to freeze, and a wave of ice started to follow Garam down the street.

If I don't outrun that, Garam thought, I'll end up like Slate. The thought spurred him on to greater speed. Quickly he leapt onto the rail of the bridge he was running on, hearing the ancient wood of the floor starting to crack under the enormous pressure of the ice.

He saw the ice reach the grinding pole, and leapt back onto the swaying bridge. Coming up in front of him was a house. He burst through the door, hearing the bridge collapse behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief –

One foot wouldn't move.

Garam looked down, a sinking feeling in his stomach. One foot was stuck in the ice.

"Ah, crap!"

He looked around. Surely the guy wouldn't be able to cross the bridge now?

"Garam!"

Piranha's voice. Through the open front door he saw her and the Jammers dashing towards him.

"What's going on?" Piranha yelled. "The bridge – and why's it so cold?" She gripped his hand. "Are you stuck?"

Garam was about to answer, when he heard sounds from where the bridge was smashed.

The boy was walking towards them, dragging up water from the river and freezing it to make a path for himself.

"Cool customer," Blade sniggered.

"That wasn't funny," Garam said. He bent down and tried to undo his skate, but the ice had frozen the fastenings.

"We've gotta get you out of there," Shackler said. He grabbed a plank left over from the bridge, and began whacking away at Garam's skate.

"Hey, watch it, that's my foot in there!"

"Don't try and escape, rudies." The boy had reached them. "I can catch you wherever you go."

Shackler slammed the plank down onto the ice for the last time, and Garam wrenched his foot free.

"Let's go!" he yelled.

"Heh, heheheheh…"

A spiked ball of ice hurtled towards Piranha. She ducked, and the ball hit the wall behind it, turning it instantly into solid ice.

Another ice beam hit Blade, freezing him instantly. The ice covered its victim faster this time.

"Blade!" Shackler yelled.

"We gotta run!" Garam called, and the four rudies dashed through the next house, and down the street.

"Quick, across the gap!" Garam leapt and wall-rode across, Piranha following him.

Razer jumped. "Raharr! Ra –"

Garam's heart sank.

Razer had been frozen to the wall. His feet still touched it.

Shackler saw this too late.

"Ouch!"

Garam watched in horror as Shackler crashed down onto the stairs below.

"Heh, heh. Sitting duck."

An ice beam struck the Poison Jammer.

Garam didn't wait to watch any more. He turned and ran. He could hear Piranha gasping for breath as she followed. Hardly thinking now, he forced his legs to move faster, hoping against hope that something would help them.

There was the sound of more ice being formed. Suddenly the boy landed in front of them, a snowflake held between his two fingers. He smirked, and threw it at them.

Garam dragged Piranha out of the way, and the whirling snowflake struck a car, instantly freezing it.

They turned right, and charged down another street. Garam suddenly saw a familiar figure still lying there. Slate. They'd gone round in a circle. And their friend had not melted. This ice was tough.

Garam moaned. They should have gone into the sewers…

He skidded, and just stopped Piranha from falling into the reddish waters.

The bridge was gone. And they were trapped.

"It's over for you."

"Get away from her!" Garam pushed Piranha behind him. He could feel her heartbeat.

He stared into the boy's ice-blue eyes.

And then the beam struck.

Garam gritted his teeth. It was so cold – it knocked the breath out of him – covering him, his arms, his legs, ice rushing over his throat, he screwed up his eyes and felt iciness cover his eyelids, his mouth and his nose, Piranha whimpered and he felt her skin grow cold…

He opened his eyes at last. They were the only part of his body that he could move.

The world was tinted blue. The chill was eating him alive, but he couldn't even shiver. He felt terror rise up inside him, but he knew that even if he struggled, his panic would be only visible in his mind.

They were all trapped. He only had to hope the guy wouldn't find his friends.

Omega threw himself down the steps, and ran towards Data.

"I'll kill you, you freak!" the female Noise Tank was screaming.

And Omega heard the click of bullets leaving a gun.

"Nooooo!"

For a second the world seemed to move in slow motion. Omega heard a truck rush past him, its horn hooting. He barged into Data, feeling her warm against his side. The bullets ripped through his chest. And then he was falling…

The grass of the embankment was soft underneath him. Data, looking down on him, was blurring in front of his eyes. He saw red soaking through his Noise Tank uniform.

"Giga…didn't know…how lucky…he was…to have you…" he managed to stutter out.

Onishima was laughing. "Hah! Some rudies you are! I thought you were supposed to be tough!"

Omega heard the clanking sound as the Police Captain strode away. He blinked a few times.

"We'll get you to safety," Data said, her voice trembling. "Don't worry, Omega. We'll call off the search for now…"

Omega tried to reassure her, but it was all going dark.

"Cu – ube!" Combo's voice echoed around the Shibuya rooftops. They were near the broken-down Love Shocker HQ.

"This is creepy," Gum whispered to Beat. "I hope we find her soon. I haven't heard anything from the others."

"Looking for Cube?"

Gum shivered as the familiar voice grated down her spine.

Kell stood on the remains of a metal balcony that protruded from the smashed wall of the building. She was smoothing her hair.

"Where's Cube?" Beat yelled.

"Oh…inside." Kell's voice took on a satisfied tone. "Sleeping it off."

"Sleeping what off?" Gum asked, conscious that she might get an answer she really didn't want to hear.

"Ohhh…let's just say Cube isn't the sweet innocent virgin she once was…"

Gum felt sick.

"Cube wasn't a virgin in the first place," Future Tab yelled, his voice tense.

"Details, details. I just had a little bit of fun with her, know what I mean?"

"Yeah, we know what your idea of fun is," Present Tab snapped. "Pulling the legs off GGs!"

"Oh, that's a good idea. Perhaps I'll practice my new hobby on Cube."

"Let her go!" roared Combo.

"Ooh, temper, temper. You won't get anything in this world if you don't say 'please.' "

"Fine," Combo growled. "Please let her go."

"I can't hear you…" Her voice went sharp. "Get on your knees and beg, big boy."

There was a long silence. Gum realised she was clenching her fists. She decided that if she ever got near the Love Shocker, she would scratch her eyes out.

Then Combo dropped to his knees in the dust.

"Please," he said, his voice resonant. "Please let Cube go."

Gum felt tears stab her eyes. She bit them back.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Let me think about it." Kell picked at the blades of her fingers.

A few seconds passed.

"No."

"You little bitch!" Alex screamed.

"Well, well. Alex. I'm surprised to see you. You escaped the – uh – accident here. I guess that's just typical of an inferior leader."

Alex's eyes narrowed, but she said, coolly, "You'd know about being an inferior leader, Kell."

"Ooh, is that a challenge?" Kell purred. "I love challenges. They make life worth living. Or in your case, worth dying."

"Name your challenge," Alex said, eyes cold. "I won't lose to you."

"Oh, really? Then I think I'll choose…unarmed combat."

"Alex, you seriously do not want to do this. I've seen it happen before. You'll die if you do this," Future Tab hissed.

"Oh, yeah? How about I change a bit of history?" Alex said. "I can take her down whenever I want."

Kell sniggered. "Then let's get it on." She leapt off the fire escape and landed in front of them. The GGs backed away, but Alex remained, facing her.

"Hey," Combo whispered to Present Tab. "This could be a diversion."

"Okay. When Kell seems busy, we'll get Cube. She must be in the factory."

The two started inching away from the group.

Kell and Alex circled each other, staring into each other's eyes. The factory yard was silent except for the crunch of the skaters' feet cutting through the dirt.

Tab and Combo crept round to the back of the factory. Combo pushed the door, and it crumbled in front of them.

"Nice going, Combo man!" Tab whispered, as they crept inside.

There was a tearing, sawing noise from outside. Both guys winced. Beat yelled, "Go on, Alex! Keep out of her way!"

They crept inside the factory. There was no sign of Cube. Tab softly called her name.

They heard a whimper from one of the dark corners of the factory.

"Guys?" It was her.

"Cube, we gotta get you out of here." Combo gingerly picked her up in his arms. Her clothes were torn and dusty, her face tearstained, and there was blood on her skin.

Swiftly, they hurried back round to the front. "Move it," Tab hissed to Combo, and then he yelled, "Guys, let's get outta here!"

The GGs ran. But Alex was cornered against a wall by Kell.

"Gotcha now!" Kell drew back her fist.

A pale-skinned hand caught it. "That's enough, mum."

Alex shivered, and then ran.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kell snapped. "I had her right where I wanted her –"

"I GOT YOU NOW, RUDIES!"

Delta Onishima charged into the yard, firing rockets in all directions.

"I think we'll leave now," Beat said, looking back as the yard became covered in flame.

The boy dragged an ice shield around his body. Kell wasn't so lucky.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU MORON?" she screamed, beating out the flames springing up on her clothes. "I ALMOST HAD HER!"

"Oops…" Onishima gulped. "Heh, heh…sorry, Kell."

Beat ducked round the corner, then stopped to eavesdrop.

"Oh, and by the way, I'd like you to meet someone," Kell said. "Onishima, this is your son, Blizzard. Blizzard, this is your father, Police Chief Delta Onishima. I'm sure you guys are gonna get along just fine."

"Oh, yes, mum. I'm sure we'll get along just peachy."

"Right," Beat said when he arrived back at the garage. "Someone had better check on the Kogane group. Yo-Yo – Combo – you go and check they're okay, and tell 'em we've found Cube."

The two GGs threw mock salutes, and headed out. The Benten group had arrived back some time ago. Omega was at present out of danger, and resting in the newly-built infirmary.

"I'll go check on Omega," Data said.

"Yeah. And the rest of you, sentry duty. We don't want Kell or Onishima to turn up unexpectedly." Beat glanced over at Cube, who was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly into space. "We really don't."

Omega yawned, and opened his eyes as he heard the door slide open.

He sat up a little as a figure approached, but a familiar voice said, "No. Lie down. Are you all right?"

"Yeah. Data? Is that you?"

"Yes."

Omega blinked, and her face swam more into focus.

"Thank you," she said. "I owe you my life."

"That's all right." Omega swallowed. His throat was very dry. "Data – you know how I feel about you – don't you?"

"Omega – don't." Her eyes were closed.

"Please, listen. I've always wanted to tell you – that's why I couldn't let you die –"

"So you would have done if you hadn't felt like that?" Her voice was sharp. She opened her eyes. They were shining with tears. "Omega, I've just – just lost Giga. You don't understand…"

"I do, I do understand!" Omega felt a spark of fury. Why wouldn't she listen? "I love you, Data – I –"

"Please stop it."

Her voice was cold, and Omega closed his mouth.

"All right," he said, dully. "All right. If you're not ready for me, then fine. I understand."

"I'm sorry…" Data whispered, and ran out of the room.

Omega scowled. He could feel his hands curling into fists under the bedclothes. How dare she still hold a torch for that stupid, babbly fool?

He drew a deep breath of frustration. It wasn't fair. He didn't deserve to be treated like this. He'd told Data his true feelings, and she'd rejected him. Well, fine. Fine. He'd just find some girl who didn't mind giving him what he wanted.

It was growing dark when Combo and Yo-Yo returned. Beat heard them before they got there. Or rather, one of them.

"Annnnnd…he's coming up to the goal…he's showing amazing control here…will he score and win the final game of the ice hockey season?…he's coming up to the goal…he shoots…AND HE SCORES!"

The garage door burst open, and a large, strangely-shaped lump of ice skidded through it. Beat studied it. It looked kind of like two people. Two familiar looking people.

"Oh."

Yo-Yo burst in after it, doing a victory dance. "He wins! He's the champion! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeah!"

Combo followed, looking strained. He was carrying three more ice sculptures, one on each arm and one on his shoulders.

"Um – are these discount at the mall or something?" Gum said.

"Nope. These are three Poison Jammers, Garam and Piranha. Better get the furnace ready."

"We have a furnace?"

"Yep. It's newly installed at the back of the tunnels."

Beat rapped his knuckles on one ice sculpture. "This is terrible. Hang on – where's Slate?"

"Oh. Well. You see," Yo-Yo said, "We was like picking up all the ice sculptures, right? And then, you won't believe this, right, this dude jumps down, grabs Slate, makes this ice bridge into the air, and runs off with him. We got the others, but Slate, right, is still a human Popsicle…"

There was a moan from the corner, and Beat saw Cube collapse. He remembered that she and Slate went out together, and glared at Yo-Yo.

"Oops." Yo-Yo blushed. "Sorry…"

"Get her into the infirmary," Beat said. "And Yo-Yo, keep your fat mouth shut next time!"

He suddenly thought of something. "This guy…was he pale? About our age? Weird whispery voice?"

"Yep."

"Kell's son," Beat murmured. "Well, well, well."

"Her son?" Gum said. "Who's the dad?"

"Onishima."

"Eeeuw…"

"Remember, she slept with him so that she could get him to leave the Love Shockers alone and smush us?"

(A/N: See Down And Out.)

"Oh, yeah. Well, it sounds like he's as psycho as she is."

"Oh, I don't know. He did save Alex." Beat grinned as he remembered Kell's snarl of rage. "Well, we'd better get this lot down to the furnace and hope they'll defrost."

Garam had been trying to switch his brain off, but it hadn't really worked. He was cold. He was so cold he was almost blacking out. And he couldn't move a muscle. At this rate he'd be dead by tomorrow.

He had cried out, in his mind, but he could make absolutely no sound.

Was Piranha okay?

Suddenly he felt a slight relaxing of pressure on his fingers. Tentatively, he tried to move them – and he could.

Was he finally going crazy? No, he could move his whole hand now. Okay, maybe he was having an out-of-body experience.

"Garam? Are you okay?"

"You alive in that, man?"

I've gotta be hallucinating, Garam thought. Unless I've got lucky and they really are gonna save me.

"Yo, Garam, man! Are you gonna defrost soon?"

Great. Even Yo-Yo was a good sound to hear. It was better than the absolute silence of being locked in a prison of ice.

He tried to move his head, and heard a squeaking crunch of breaking ice. The view was becoming clearer, less blue…and the voices he could hear were becoming louder.

"I think he's alive, guys…"

Of course I am, Garam tried to say, but his mouth was too cold. He shook his head, and more ice fell off it. He blinked, and looked around.

He was standing next to a large, barred door, beyond which he could see flames. Most of the GGs were standing around him, looking concerned.

"Hey…" he managed to say. He was shivering. It was a beautiful feeling. I can move again! he cheered silently. He would have done a victory dance if he hadn't been so cold.

"Give him a blanket," someone said, and he felt warm cloth being wrapped around his shoulders. It was marvellous.

"Come and sit down," Beat said. "Boy, you had us freaked for a moment."

"Is Piranha okay?" Garam said. Slowly the warmth was returning to his body. It stung, but he wasn't complaining.

"Yeah, she's fine. We rotated you guys, and she melted first. Blade's out, too…We're still waiting for Shackler and Razer."

They walked up some steps, back into the main part of the garage, which looked the same as it always had. Piranha was sitting there, wrapped in a blanket with a cup of cocoa in her hands.

"Garam," she said. "Oh, I'm so glad you're okay…"

"I'm fine," Garam said. "Are you?"

"Yeah…" Piranha's face was haunted. "I don't think I've ever been so scared, though…"

Garam had to agree with her. Now that he was moving and talking again, the thought of returning to what he'd been like earlier was horrifying.

"We lost Slate, though…" Piranha said. "The ice guy kidnapped him."

"Great. Just great. How's Cube taken it?"

"Not good. As far as I know, she fainted and she's still in the infirmary."

Omega lay in the infirmary and sulked.

It was about twelve p.m. Data hadn't been back. Bitch.

He looked across to the other bed. Hey…it was that Goth GG. She was pretty cute, he figured. She looked kinda like Data.

In fact, she was really cute…

She moaned, and shifted in the bed. Omega heard her whispering something. He strained to listen.

"Coin…Coin…"

Wasn't that her boyfriend or something?

(A/N: In this fic, Coin is Slate. See Down And Out.)

Omega sniggered. Well, no prizes for guessing what she was dreaming about. All right for some. He felt himself glower.

He looked round the darkened room. No one else there. There'd be no harm in just having a little fun…helping her dreams come true…

He got up, wincing from the stitches in his chest. He was still pretty weak. But he reached her bed at last.

Geez, she really was cute. If only she was Data…

He leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.

Yo-Yo was sitting outside the infirmary reading a porn magazine. He was on duty there that night, and had decided to bring a little light reading to make the hours pass faster.

Suddenly he heard voices from inside the infirmary.

"Uhhhh…Coin, stop it now…"

Cube. And Coin. Yo-Yo shrugged.

Hang on. Coin is Slate. And Slate's been turned into a Popsicle and kidnapped by Kell's son.

Oh, yeah…so what's going on in there?

She's probably fantasising.

Woah! Get the video camera!

No, that would be mean. Just go and see she's okay.

Spoilsport. Why does my brain have to be so damn self-righteous?

Yo-Yo got to his feet and walked into the infirmary.

He blinked at the sight before him.

That Noise Tank – Omega – was standing by Cube's bed – kissing her.

Yo-Yo's mouth dropped open.

Cube moaned, and Yo-Yo heard her say, "No…stop it…please!" She sounded frightened now.

"Hey, you bastard, get the hell off of her!"

Omega stood up. His eyes narrowed. "It's not like you're her boyfriend. Why'd you care, you sad little pervert?"

Yo-Yo marched over and shoved Omega. Omega stumbled, and fell into the bedside table with a crash. He kicked out at Yo-Yo's ankles, and the smaller rudie fell on top of Cube.

Her eyes flickered open, and then she screamed.

"Get off!" she yelled. She was crying. "Leave me alone!"

"Cube – I didn't –"

She punched him. Yo-Yo staggered away, groaning.

The door flew open, and Beat, Mew and Combo dashed in.

"What's going on?" Beat yelled. "Cube, what happened?"

Cube was crying too hard to speak, but she pointed at Yo-Yo.

Combo's eyes narrowed, and he reached Yo-Yo in two strides. "You scummy little bastard! How could you?"

WHAM!

Yo-Yo flew across the room, closing his eyes as the view spun. He hit the wall, and waited for the world to stop rocking so much. He didn't get the chance. Beat ran over to him, and lifted him up by the anorak.

"Yo-Yo, I don't know what the hell you were thinking, but – "

Yo-Yo cried out as Beat's fist hit his face. He heard a crunch as his glasses broke in two.

"Listen, you guys, I didn't do it!" Yo-Yo cried. "It was –"

Mew ran out into the corridor, then came back, clutching the magazine. "Look what he was reading! No wonder he wanted to try it on!"

"But it wasn't me!" Yo-Yo heard his voice shake, and tried to calm down. "It was him – that Noise Tank guy!"

"Oh, sure. Like Omega could do it. He was shot!" Mew spat out, and slapped him.

Yo-Yo broke down and sobbed.

"Okay, okay, let's be calm," Beat said. "Cube – who did it?"

Cube rubbed the tears off her face, and pointed at Yo-Yo. "I…I was dreaming…someone was kissing me…and…and…I told them to stop…and they wouldn't…and I woke up…and he was on top of me…"

"Right, that settles it. Yo-Yo, you're out of the GGs!"

"But – but – look, it was him! He did it! I stopped him!"

Combo hauled Omega up to face level. "What happened, buddy?"

Omega swallowed. "I – I woke up, and saw that little dude kissing her. And – uh – she didn't seem to like it, so I tried to stop him, and he shoved me and I hit the table."

Combo gently put Omega down on the bed, and then picked up Yo-Yo. "Get out."

"But it wasn't me!" Why wouldn't they believe him?

"Get out!" Combo dropped him and raised a chair.

Yo-Yo slammed the door as the chair hit it. His hands were shaking as he gripped the doorhandle.

He turned and ran, through the silent tunnels, out into the dark Shibuya streets.

It was a clear night. Yo-Yo walked down the street, kicking a squashed Coke can, his misery slowly turning to anger.

That Omega had just sat there and lied. Cube, okay, she probably didn't know who done it, but he damn well did! And he just lied…I'll get even with him if it's the last thing I do!

And the other three. I thought they were my friends. Even Mew. Well, she'll never look at me now.

Yo-Yo rubbed his bleeding nose with his sleeve. This had to be one of the lowest points of his life so far…

Suddenly a grating voice echoed across the road. "Reach for the sky, rudie scum!"

"Let me think – no." Yo-Yo carried on walking.

"Huh? Wait a minute, you should be scared of me!"

"Maybe I just don't care any more." Oh lord, and I started crying in front of Mew. Yep, I'll just let him shoot me.

"Um…uh…systems do not compute…Damn!"

"What do you mean? Can't you handle the fact that I'm not scared of you? You're pathetic."

"Oh, come on, – uh – Yo-Yo – innit – are you a GG or not?"

"No. They chucked me out."

"Ohhhhh." Onishima's voice became calculating. "So – uh – don't you like 'em any more?"

"Duh – no."

"Well…do you have anything in mind? Like – uh – revenge?"

"I would if I could." Yo-Yo pictured Omega and felt anger tighten his throat.

"Wellll…it just so happens I know someone who could help you." Onishima was actually sounding friendly.

"Oh, yeah? Who?"

"Oh…just a friend in a high place. You know him as Koji Rokkaku. He can help you get revenge…Look what he did for Kell. And for me!"

"Hmm. I don't know…"

"Come on, Yo-Yo. Me and you, we can go places. Come on." Onishima placed his arm around Yo-Yo's shoulders.

"Oh…all right. It's not like I've got anywhere else to go."

"That's the spirit. We'll have you up and revenging in no time." Onishima led him away towards the Rokkaku building.

(Tallulah: Oooh…I love making Yo-Yo suffer…oops, did I say that out loud? Ahem, yes, please r+r you wonderful people!)