Disclaimer: Jet Set Radio Future and the characters, scenarios and locales therein are exclusive property of Sega and Smilebit. I'm only borrowing them for my own (and hopefully other people's) entertainment, there's no profit involved.

Note: there are some problems with bolding and italicising here... i.e. most of its not getting done. One of these times, FFN may sort this problem. :-cough-:

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Lull - Rating: PG-13 -Word count: 428 (I used Word to get this)

A sort of meta-fic from a collaboration I'm working on, the Dare Game – from the title, you can probably guess the reason for Yoyo's choice of clothing.

99th Street was in that lull between the daytime shopping crowd and the nighttime clubbing one – the sun was beginning to set, and the last of the shops were just closing.

The whole place smelt like one big Chinese takeaway – of noodles and wonton soup, and there was a greasy feel to the air. By ten o'clock, it would become humid and sort of sweaty, and every now and then a cool breeze would waft in the scent of exhaust fumes from far away on Highway Zero. It wasn't nice to live in, but to visit... it wasn't so bad. Really.

This was a perfect time for some GG tagging – no people to report them, no clubs open to distract them.

"I can't be bothered. It's too hot, damn it," Gum groused, dragging her painting arm through the air in what was supposed to be a graceful arc. It wasn't, and the shop window soon looked as if an alien had sneezed on it.

Soda was having a little more luck with the alleyway wall – he wasn't as lethargic, after all, and it was cool and light from the cats' eyes on the ground sprayed across the walls.

"Where's Yoyo?" Gum, realising she was having no luck with the window, lost interest in both it and the contents (nurses uniforms and cat o' nine tails whips) and went to lean on the railing running around Benten Square, gazing out over Benten Tower with a smile, at the lights flickering faintly over the water underneath; the dragon statue wound around the tower all but sparkled.

Soda joined her. "Who gives a shit? If he's not here, we don't have to look at his legs, right?"

Before Gum even had time to say anything, the two jumped as Yoyo tore past them, legs bare, pale white and almost glowing in the dim light – he'd forsaken his usual shorts for a pink Speedo (at a dare from the Love Shockers), a source of much mirth among the GGs.

The three Rapid 99 girls, one of whom was screaming at him between pants, were chasing him – he was obviously enjoying himself, but they looked livid.

"Get back here, you little bastard!" the young woman screamed, knocking over an old lady in her haste to catch up.

Soda and Gum made no attempt to chase them, and merely watched, shaking their heads in unison.

"He's an embarrassment." Gum sighed.

"Think of it this way." Soda said, "At least it's not animal print."

The two glanced at each other and creased up with laughter.


Fly Eyes - Rating: PG-13

This was not for drabble-me. It branches out from my usual stuff a lot, in that my usual stuff is written from the perceptive of humans. So... er, sorry if I manage to bore you a lot here.
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The spider was just minding her own business, really. Spinning her web expertly, setting up both a temporary home and an elite hunting trap for any silly fly that would venture into it.

She was completely unaware of an outside world - most notably, the red-headed human teenager watching its progress lazily at that very moment.

Had the spider been a little more well versed in the ways of humans, she would have been shocked to find him by her haven - after all, they were about twenty feet above ground level, on a green bus shelter on Shibuya Bus Route.

It wasn't until she was finished creating the web for the day that she noticed him - her first reaction was the almost-thought that if she could just get him into the web, she would eat like a queen.

He wasn't really moving though - humans usually did a lot of moving, blustering around like the stupid mammals they were, eating, mating and generally being... stupid. This one was strange - not dangerous, just strange; lying on his vast stomach (didn't that hurt?), head resting on the two front limbs - what looked like a pair of antennae were sticking out of each side of his head.

The spider didn't know how right she really was about that one.

He sighed; the web shook violently and the spider shook with it, clinging grimly to the gossamer strands.

"I hate her." The voice, low and vehement, shook the web once more - the spider did the closest thing to rolling her eyes as she possibly could.

"She does things, you know? She... whenever she's around, I just... Oh, fuck."

The spider fixed a detached strand of web and ignored him.

"It's like... I want to get as far away from her as I can, but at the same time - I want to be with her, all the time. And stupid bitch doesn't even know she's doing it."

He shifted, and leaned down so he was looking her almost right in the eye; he was so close she could see every detail of his head, the strange compound eyes - for a race that hated and made to kill all insects, it certainly did copy them a lot - the dabs of dark colour around his nose.

"Not that you'd know anything - you're just a bug. Hell, you shag and then you kill each other."

He swiped at the web - it went flying, a day's work gone, drifting over and hitting the leg of the shelter; the spider scuttled into a dark corner, angry and frightened.

At her vantage point, she saw another human - a female? - at ground level, half running, half flying toward the shelter.

"Come on, Beat! Get tagging!" she yelled; stopping underneath the slab of green metal, she began to shift around as if fidgeting on hot sand.

"Fuck off, Gum, I'll do what I want!" 'Beat' didn't move - it wasn't until the female took off again with that strange gliding gait that he snarled,

"Stupid bitch."

- and the violent vibrations shaking the shelter told the spider he was finally leaving.

He would forget the little spider in about a day, too busy with his own social dilemmas and little human problems - and she, concerned with mere survival, would just as soon forget him.

But maybe he would remember his own words and do something about them; and maybe she would learn to keep away from humans with fly eyes in the future.