Chapter 11: Art's Advocate, Sketch

"….Owww…" Spiral sucked on her finger as she burned it on the hot stove that Friday morning. "Stupid stove…"

Ichigo walked into the room sleepily, her pink hair looking messy, her pants dragging on the ground and her shirt dropping off her shoulder's. She yawned and sat on a seat and started to nod off on the counter. "HEY! NO SLEEPING IN THE KITCHEN!" shouted

Spiral, as she slammed a spoon down, waking Ichigo up, who fell off her chair. "Meanie…" said Ichigo as she rubbed her head. "Someone has problems…" she mumbled, rubbing her bum.

Spiral shook her head. "I have no problem! YOU WERE SLEEPING AT THE KITCHEN COUNTER!" she shouted.

"And?" asked Ichigo getting up, and pulling her oversized pants up.

"AND, THATS...um...forget it."

Ichigo rolled her eyes. "Yelling at me for no reason, what a lunatic."

Rhythm sauntered into the living room/kitchen and turned on the t.v. "Morning everyone!" she called.

Ichigo sat down next to her. "OoOoOoOoOo! This is my favorite anime!" she said.

Spiral sweatdropped.

Arachne came into the room, hopping on one foot. "YOU GUYS! COME SEE THIS!" she shouted. Rhythm rolled off the couch and stopped by the door and covered her mouth. "Er…" she scratched her head and asked "Where are all our tags?"

Arachne shook her head. "I dont know I just saw all this." she said.

Rhythm gave a sigh. "I guess I should go change…"

Arachne followed her "I'm coming!"

The two emerged in their regular clothes and skates. Metal walked into the living room, scratching head. Rhythm turned to him. "Hey…Metal, get dressed would ya?"

Metal took a moment to process what she had just said before saying, "Ughr..burp ..eh...why?" he asked.

Rhythm gave a sigh. "Someone's been on our turf and me and Arachne are gonna check out who…and we could use you, so come on!" Metal gave a shrug and got dressed and followed Rhythm and Arachne outside.

Shibuya Bus Terminal

"Oh jeez…there everywhere…" Rhythm whined as she took out a spray can and sprayed a light red squiggle across a tag. She groaned. "So many lines…"

Arachne looked behind her. "You said something?" she asked, forming her signature, Goddess tag on the wall.

Metal, being the sluggish hobo he is, yawned about 3 times before he actually pressed the nuzzle.

"I don't think poor Metal can manage…" said Rhythm smiling and then sweat dropped as she saw Metal drop a spray can.

Rhythm went over to him and picked the can up. She smiled pressing it back into his limp hand. "Try a little harder…okay?" Metal gave a groan and yawned again.

Just as she was about to skate over to her unfinished work, Rhythm saw someone out of the corner of her eye, jump over her head, knocking her to the floor once again. "Oww…" she said.

"Oh…what wash that??" asked Metal.

Arachne went over to help Rhythm up. "You okay, Rei?" she asked.

Rhythm gave a sigh and nodded. "Yes…I'm fine…but that person…" She looked over her shoulder and saw the person that had knocked her down. He head short red hair. Silver pants, that gave off a bright glare in the sunlight. His shirt was red and had the word, sketch in Japanese on it.

His skates were black with red flames. Slung around his waist was a small bag that hung loosely at his side. He turned his head to look at Rhythm, and at that moment everything seemed to slow down. Him!? She thought, her eyes widening.

The kid smirked. "It's rude to stare you old hag."

Rhythms eye twitched. "Ill show you who's an old hag!" she screamed, and had to be restrained by Arachne.

"Now Rhythm..." she turned back to the kid and looked at him. "Who are you?" she asked.

The kids pointed toward his shirt. "Cant read? The names Sketch, and yes, I have been painting all these ugly tags in Shibuya Terminal."

Arachne blinked. "Just how old are you?" she asked.

"15-years-old." said Sketch as he crossed his arms.

"The same age as Ichigo." said Rhythm. She scratched her cheek. "Well Sketch, Ill teach you what you get when you cross my terrio-"

Arachne stopped her. "Wait...Metal! COME HERE!" Metal scratched his chin. "Erug...yah?"

Arachne, Rhythm and Metal all huddled. "This kid, he might be a good addition to the gang you know? I mean, look at these tags, look at the detail, look at the art...look at those tags..."

Rhythm blinked. "Um...Arachne, are you okay?" she asked.

Arachne smiled and sweatdropped. "Sorry!" she said.

Rhythm sighed. "Alright, lets go for it."

Arachne turned around and said, "Hey kid, I mean, Sketch. Would YOU! Yes… that's right, you! Like to join the GGs?" asked Arachne as she smiled sadistically at Sketch.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" asked Rhythm covering her face with her hands.

"I dont know..." said Sketch.

Arachne smiled at him. "Oh wont you please! Theres another girl at the garage whos just dying to get a boyfriend!"

Sketch perked up. "Dying?" he asked.

"Dying."

Rhythm put a finger in front of her. "I can see it now...The GGs! COME JOIN US FOR FREE! Is this the price for lying to Ichigo?!"

Arachne turned around. "Yes it is, now Sketch, what do you say?" asked Arachne sticking out a hand. "I say we leave the kid and never come out here with just us three again!" Rhythm covered her face with her hands, as Sketch nodded, and Metal started to fall asleep.

"I'm in!" he said.

Arachne jumpd up. "Alright! Now for project action super go ko noka!!...um..."

Rhythm fell to her knees. "People just join my gang without my consent! What is the world coming to!?"

Sketch looked at Rhythm. "Ah...I dont even know your guys names..." he said.

Arachne smiled at him. "Im Arachne, the brains behind the GGs! Thats Rhythm, our leader, and that's Metal!"

Rhythm looked at Arachne. "What do you mean, the brains? YOU JUST JOINED 4 DAYS AGO!" shouted Rhythm. She stood up and stomped the ground. Everyone on the street was staring at them.

Arachne swirled a finger. "BrAiNs!" she cooed.

Sketch blinked. "Am I missing something?" he asked. He had no idea what a scene Arachne and Rhythm were making. Needless to say, Metal, who was snoring up a storm. Yes, the lives of our poor GGs...they were insane…in that good type of way…