Well, what can I say? You don't know how happy I am to get such positive reviews – one in particular, from Tallulah. If it's alright with the rest of you, maybe I could go back to my original style of description and working things into the story, etc. You see, on other fan fiction sites, most of the reviews I got ran along the lines of: 'Leik, describe it all in one bit, cuz leik itz teww spaced out and stuff and Its stupid' or 'I dun unduhstand her story cuz itz confuzin an I dun get it so why didn't yew explain it all now?!?!?!!!!111oneeleven!!!' I'm not sure whether I just had a bad experience with readers, or you're just really exceptional people, but whatever the cause, just know that you've made my week! So, I'm not quite sure how to thank you, but I drew a picture dedicated to you all – it was the only thing I could think of! You can find the link to in my bio page here – I hope you like! Who is she insulting? Is it Hayashi? Or maybe the narrow minded reviewers of the world? I'll leave that one up to you…; )

And KoochiZibble, in answer to your questions – things will play out in time. The last was just an introductory chapter. Things will be explained in eventually, don't worry. I know you may not like the angsty factor in this fic, but it's not going to be a constant thing, I assure you. I like to write about all things in proportion. This fic isn't about a ridiculously talented rudie who is better than everybody else and yet is instantly accepted, neither is it about a depressed and angsty teen who cuts herself to ribbons and is on the verge of suicide. It's just a story that I hope you'll enjoy.

I don't own Jet Set Radio Future, neither do I own a shiny, expensive guitar. I DO, however, own Fret/ Aijou and a somewhat banged up Ibanez.

Now then, ENOUGH TALK! On with the fic. ExplodeyHead out.

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Dreams slowly filtered into reality, and the sound of the river, thick with sewage, reached the ears of Aijou. She was about to open her eyes when she heard voices. No…not voices. Not exactly…they were more like grunts. A few words she caught occasionally, but as to the grunting, she was completely lost.

"Who is it?" one of the voices barked. This was followed by another incomprehensible bout of grunting and the sound of skates on concrete.

"What?"

"Look"

After a few more grunts, it seemed the strangers had come to a conclusion. Aijou felt the tip of a skate dig hard into her back as one of them kicked her. Eyes flying open, she shot up, only to crash back down onto her elbows from toppling on her skates. She yelped in pain, dragging herself backwards.

"What do you want? This is our turf" said a noxious looking teen, who seemed almost…reptilian.

"I…well…I uhh…" Aijou tried to think up a good excuse, but her mind was adamant to stay blank "I needed a place to stay…so I…well…umm…"

"We don't want you here"

"But…I…I promise I won't get in your way"

"We don't want you here" he repeated, his temper starting to simmer

"Well…what if we had a tag battle? The three of you against me? If you win then I won't bother you again"

This sent the three sewer-dwellers into roars of coarse laughter "You think you can beat us?!"

"Well…I…"

"Fine little girl. Just tell us your name so we can tell every rudie in town how much you suck after we beat you"

"Aijou"

"We won't forget to say how stupid your name is either"

"Oh. You mean that name…then it's Fret"

"Pfft…it's still stupid"

"Whatever…can we just get going?" she asked, trying her best to keep her mounting annoyance hidden. If it had been Hayashi, then all hell would break loose. But when dealing with three enormous guys who looked like the spawn of Godzilla, she guessed it was probably best to keep her mouth shut, no matter how rude or annoying they might be.

The one who had been throwing insults at her was now rummaging through his gigantic pockets. Fret had made a guess as to him being leader of the group. It wasn't like he looked any different from the other two – he just seemed to have that arrogant attitude that the other two lacked.

He skated closer, snorting in distaste. Even though his face was hidden by a mask, she could feel his glare on her. He thrust a dirty yellow spraycan into her hands, grunting a little "Get ready to lose"

Biting her lip, she skated back along to the stairs. Jumping onto the metal rail, she really had to push herself to keep the upward grind going. Getting off at the top, she wobbled a little on her skates – after all, she'd just been kicked in the back by a giant lizard on skates.

The other three landed behind her, skating ahead and throwing dust up behind them. Fret coughed before muttering some sort of profanity under her breath. She caught up with them on the second level of housing.

"Ready loser?"

Fret simply gave him a sideways glance.

"Go."

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::blink:: Yeah. Tune in next time…or something to that effect.

::wanders off::