Chapter Four

-8:30 p.m.-

For a week straight, the other girls been huddling in a corner as I hopelessly sat on my chair until Clutch volenteered to take me to my room. They didn't do anything yet...Suprisingly. So, here I am. All alone and staring out the window as the weak cool breezes come past me. This is probably the best me-time ever. My eyes lerk around the surroundings of this place. Dude, this stinks.

I hear knocks on the door. Who is it now?

"Come in." Stupid me.

Corn comes in.

"H-hey." I say, nervously.

He smiles, "Wanna come out?"

"I'm fine here. Thanks, anyway." I look away, out the window again.

Corn questions, "So you don't want to go to the carnival you wanted to tag?"

"How can I go anywhere with a bad back then?" I sulk.

"Rain, your back isn't badly hurt." Corn comes over to me. "It's just bruised. Did you ever get hit in the back by rubber bullets in England?"

"No. We were only chased by dogs." I smirk.

He smirks back and gives me his gloved hand, "Let me help you up."

I take it and slowly get up but I lose balance which makes me fall foward. Corn catches me by holding on to me tightly to his chest. Wow.

"You okay?" Corn says, still holding me.

Oh, joy.

"Uh, yeah. I think." I blush as he lets go of me. "Sorry."

"It's cool." He smiles.

I take my skates, snap them on and slowly leave the room with him. When we entered the main room, Rhyth and Cube were up on the speakers snickering. I look up and growled at them and they stopped. But when I walked away, they just bursted out laughing. Just to cover the blushing, I had nothing to do but to laugh with them. Man, what have I got myself into?

"Hey, kid." Combo smiles at me. "You alright?"

I nod.

"That's good." Clutch says, looking up from a newspaper he was reading. "'Cause I didn't think it would've been that bad."

"Well, duh, Clutch." Cube arches an eyebrow. "But it seems Hayashi got new rubber bullets."

"But yo, he wouldn't because when I get shot, it's always the same." Combo steps up.

"Obviously, Combo-dude. But you didn't get shot last week, did you?" Clutch jokes and he resume his reading as Cube laughs.

Cube starts again, "Anyway, when we get shot, almost all of our bruises are minor. And Rain's still is darker than hell!"

I slouch. Gee, thanks.

"Oooh. Now that's different." Combo shrugs off. Everyone resumed what they were doing.

Corn crosses his arms, "Well, aren't we goin' to tear up the carnival?"

Rhyth starts off with a squeaky voice. "Me and the girls decided to stay and uhh.."

"Do stuff!" Gum states in a smart-yet-dumb way.

Jazz finishes entusiasticly, "And paint our nails brown!"

Boogie wrinkles her nose, "Eww, girl. I'll nev- OW!"

Cube nudges her and nods. "Yeah, Boogie. We're going to paint our nails brown."

Oh, why?

Corn turns to the guys, "You in?"

Yo-Yo jumps up from his chair. "Yo! I always wanted to- HEY!"

Beat pulls him back into his chair and smiles. "We're gonna err.."

"Practice our Method's and Judo's...?" Soda questions nervously.

"Yeah, we are. 'Cause we gettin' real slow on them, too." Garam covers up for him.

The boys agrees all together.

Corn shrugs. "Okay, that's on you." He turns to me. "I guess it's you and me, Rain."

Rhyth giggles, "Yeah, it's him and you alright!"

The girls shush's Rhyth and giggles loudly as the guys laugh heartly.

I roll my eyes and skate out of here.

-8:42 p.m.-

"Come with me!" I wine as I tug Corn's arm. "It's only a ride!"

Corn tugs back, "No, I'm not cool with rides that make me dizzy, yo!"

"Why?" I let go his arm and cross my arms. "There's nothing wrong of being dizzy, Corn. We skate in circles everyday and it's not dizzy for ya?!"

He shrugs and interferes. "The hell it ain't! I'd rather do that instead of going into a stupid spinning ride."

"Or...You're just...scared of them." I say in awe. "So, the leader of the GGs is scared of rides. Hm..That's real leader-ish."

Corn points his finger near his eye and sarcastically wipes a tear, "Oh, dear me. But, no, I'm not going, Rain."

I crack up and skate into the ride. We tagged acouple of places here but not much 'cause Corn said he doesn't want me shot down again. Heh. Funny, I've never seen some boy and his gang that would care alot for me. So, I shrug it off and get into place. This ride would be real fast and more enjoying if Corn were here. Piff. That's on him. S'missin' all the fun--WOAH!

A couple of minutes later, I came out dizzed out and out of place. Oh, man! I look around and spot Corn leaning against a rail, moving his head to the music. Jet Set Radio. I slip on my headphones and turn it on. Damn, the song finished. But wait, Professor K's on.

"This is DJ Professor K, yo! Tuning from Tokyo's maddest underground station, Jet Set Radio..! Great night, huh? Some gang members are at Shibuya Terminal taggin' it up, some are just stayin' in, and some are just chillin' at the new carnival they've put up in Shibuya. Hey, I wanna go on the merry-go-round up in there! But that's not the point. It's just so good to hear that the gangs are just chillin' now. Peace out!"

Still dizzy, I turn it off and lower my headphones around my neck.

"Hey." I say as I skate to him.

Corn looks up as smiles alittle, "How was it?"

"Totally rad, dude." I say in a surfer guy accent, sounding very stupid.

He says, "You want somethin' before we leave?"

"Snow cone!" As if I were five years old.

Corn smirks, punching me on my arm playfully, "I think that ride have gotten to your head, Rain!"

"Hey!" I laugh, punching him back.

-9:01 p.m.-

Spraying some green and...there. My limited masterpiece of the day. I turn back to Corn who was sitting on a small abandoned house roof.

"You like?" I yell out to him.

Corn smirks, "Nice. But not good as mine."

I look at a more better tag beside mine and a sarcastically sigh, "Oh, how I get so good as m'lord Corn."

Getting up the fire escape, he helps me up to sit beside him.

"Here, it's melting." Corn says as he passes me a half-eaten lime snow cone.

"Thanks." I take a munch out of it and threw it away.

He doesn't answer but I bet he nodded.

"No, really, Corn." I turn to him. I gotta do something to thank him, right?

"Naw, chick. It's nothing." Corn shrugs off.

"Corn!"

"What?"

"I meant for saving me and like, everything. I would've been 'Rokkaku meat' if you hadn't." I explain.

"It's nothing." Corn looks at me. Such warm eyes...

I roll my eyes and turn away. What a doof. I turn back to him and smile. He's glaring back.

"What?"

"Nothing." He smirks and turn away.

I sigh but I do laugh.

Yeah, it's a cool - 67 degrees from Professor K's point of view - night to be chillin' out here in the pretty chilled city. A couple of minutes later and police report come on unexpectantly.

"Some of them punks are at 99th Street. GO GET THEM!"

"Shit." I heard Corn whisper.

I get up. "I guess this is our que to leave, yeah?"

"Hell yeah." He smirks and jumps off the roof.

I follow and straight ahead are the cop cars, feuding like a pack of dogs.

"Yo! Try to hold on to my hand!" He calls out to me from across the street.

"What? No!" I yell. The damn sirens are so loud and the bullets are already firing. Damn!

"Do you want to be bullet-free or not!" He shouts back.

Good point, Corn. I skate rapidly over to him, taking his hand.

He grips on to it and booster dashes.

"Corn! Mine don't work. Remember?!" I shout and let go.

"You will be asfast if you just hold on!" He grabs my hand, bootser dashed again.

I shriek alittle as we go past cops, who are still shooting. Man, this is so gonna be long.

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Jo: Sorry it's too short. Midnight writing, yeah? Since school started for me and most of you, I'm gonna try to hype it up. I'm finishing chapter five onto six now. I need reviews to move on ok? Sorry this chapter isn't enough! Any ideas? Email me, !