Okay! Chapter 7 is up. I honestly tried not to make this a cliffie, but if it is, I'm really sorry. Not only is it a habit, it is also because it was too short. Alright Vegas?
TSSC: Can't wait for the last chapter of ur fic, The Search! It sounds great! That little bit with Rhyth and Yoyo at the end was too cute! You will definitely like this chapter!!
Once again, I shout out to Professor K! He is an amazing cartoonist and I can't wait for the next issue of Jet Set Revolution!!! You rock, PK!!
Hehehe!! I'm almost a junior member at JSR! YIPPEE!!
Chapter 7: Million-Dollar Rudie
Rhyth gasped when she realized who the man was. It was the same man that tried to take her away the night before! Beat, who had realized this too, quickly snatched his headphones and his goggles and slipped them back on, shielding his eyes from their view.
"Oh, how rude of me! I don't believe I've introduced myself." The man said in a cold voice. "My name is Muyo." Beat gently ushered Rhyth to step back. This fight wasn't going to be pretty.
"Well, well well… if it the goggles kid." Muyo turned to Beat, who merely glared in return. "I see you survived the gunshot." The red-haired rudie snorted.
"Gee you make it sound so hard." He sneered.
"Beat, no!" Rhyth whispered harshly. Muyo snickered.
"Hm… you've healed faster than I expected."
"Ah, cork it!" Beat snapped. "We're not in the mood for ya right now."
As Muyo and Beat argued, Rhyth slowly pulled out the pager that Gum had given her. Looking down at the small pager, she pushed a small button and waited.
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Bibeep! Bibeep! Bibeep!
Gum rolled over on her side and picked up her pager. "Rhyth…? What the hell?"
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Rhyth! WTF?
Rhyth glanced down at her pager. Gum sounded really ticked. She silently replied to her friend.
I need ur help now!!
There was a pause, but she then replied.
What?
Remember those guys from two nights ago?
Gum took a while to reply. Yeah…What about it?
They're back.
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Gum stared at her pager with wide eyes. "Not again!" She groaned, sitting up. "Do these guys ever leave?" She asked to nobody in particular. Sitting up, Gum crept out of the room to wake up the rest of the group.
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This time gum didn't reply. Rhyth quickly pocketed the pager and turned back to the group. She was surprised that Beat could actually hold them off for that long. Then again, he did have a knack for arguing.
"…like I said before, we're taking the girl!!" Beat rolled his eyes.
"You and what army?" He snarled. Rhyth groaned. The clicking of guns answered his question.
"Once again…" Muyo said quietly. "We shall be taking the girl now."
"Like hell you will!" Beat snapped, stepping in front of the blue-haired girl. "Celebrity child or not, she's our friend and she's staying here!" The man continued to smirk.
"You don't seem understand. We're some of the main founders of the Black Market of Japan. We get what we want no matter what the cost." Beat's eyes widened.
"Black… market?" He mumbled. "You mean… you're going to sell her?!" He could feel Rhyth clutch his arm in fear. To their horror, Muyo nodded.
"Of course." He replied. "Although she would be sold for well over a million." Rhyth's grip on Beat's arm became even tighter.
"Snake-heads…" Beat muttered under his breath.
"No… not snake-heads. We're only interested in the money." He glanced over a Rhyth, an evil glint in his eyes. "Although… she does have the figure for it…"
"Stay away from her, yo!"
A valiant Yoyo jumped down into the middle of the circle, a spray can in hand. The men in the circle started to laugh. Yoyo frowned.
"What?" He asked. "Something on my face?"
"How cute…" He teased. "You've got two of your bodyguard fans protecting you. I believe this is where you put the term: 'You and what army?'"
"He's not alone!"
The men looked up and realized that the voice had come from the platform. Several friends of hers leaned against the bars, looking down at them. Others were scattered at the foot of the main platform and around any exits.
"God… this reminds me of 'The Birds'!" One of the men exclaimed. Rhyth raised an eyebrow.
"Wait…" Yoyo said, cutting in. "Isn't that that weird movie with the birds that took over the town and shit like that? Cause if it is, I hate that fuckin' movie!!"
"I know what they're talking about now!" Rhyth exclaimed. "That had to be one of the lamest attempts at a horror movie ever!"
"No, no, no…" Beat argued, letting his guard down and turning to the two. "'The Ring' is the worst attempt at a horror movie ever." Rhyth nodded.
"Yeah… the ring's worse."
"Seven days!!" Yoyo whispered harshly, raising his hands up like claws for effect. Rhyth and Beat exchanged glances.
"What the hell was that, Yoyo?" Beat asked, raising an eyebrow.
"A distraction."
"Oh." Beat grinned. "Alright then." Beat turned and punched the man nearest him. As soon as that man fell, the fight was on.
"Aw! No fair! I wanted to have the first punch!" Yoyo whined. Beat rolled his eyes.
"You never give up, do you?"
Yoyo was about to argue when a gunshot was heard.
"Aw man!" Soda said popping up from out of nowhere. "They have guns! And kick ass ones at that!"
"Well take some after the fight's over." Beat suggested. Soda grinned.
"Smart, Beat. Real smart!" He said before skating off.
"Get the girl!" Muyo cried. "Somebody get that stupid girl!!"
Beat turned around to make sure Rhyth was okay. So far, she had knocked out and sprayed at least ten to twelve guys. He let out a small sigh of relief. They were winning this war. It wasn't until he felt a sharp pain in his side, that he stopped fighting. Looking down, he realized that his wound had opened up again. He cursed under his breath as the blood seeped through his yellow shirt. Muyo, who stood only a few feet away from him, smirked.
"Well, well… looks like he's human after all." Beat glared at the man before letting out another cry of pain.
"Yo! Beat! You okay?" Yoyo knelt down to inspect his friend. "Shit… it opened up again?!" Beat, still in pain, nodded.
"I'll be okay… for now…" He said, slightly short of breath. "I'm right near the stairs… just… keep Rhyth with us, okay? Yoyo nodded in understanding.
"Gotcha." He said, standing up. "I'll hold off snake-head over there." Beat nodded before making his way over to the steps. Yoyo turned back to Muyo, who raised an eyebrow.
"You're fight's with me, yo." He growled, holding out a spray-can in defense. Beat smirked despite himself before limping down the steps. Rhyth noticing this, headed towards him, fighting off anybody who dared to hurt him.
The red-head collapsed, leaning against one of the platform pillars for support. The searing pain in his side wouldn't stop! Beat cursed under his breath. This had never happened before. Why now?
"Beat?" Rhyth skated timidly over to her teammate, a look of worry in her eyes. "A-Are you alright?" Beat nodded ever so slightly despite the pain he was in. Rhyth sat down beside him, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Beat." She whispered, letting the first teardrop run down her cheek. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this condition." Beat smiled gently and rubbed the tear away.
"It's alright Rhyth." He said, leaning back against the pillar. "I've been in worse situations. Besides, it's not like you shot me." Rhyth smiled slightly, several more tears streaming down her face. "I got injured protecting you. That's nothing new." Rhyth frowned at this statement.
"Hey. What's that supposed to-" Before Rhyth could protest, Beat pulled her down by the base of her neck and kissed her softly. Rhyth felt shivers run down her spine as his lips made contact with hers. Beat pulled back, smiling weakly before closing his eyes.
"Beat…" She whispered, her fingertips brushing against her lips. Smiling gently, Rhyth leaned against Beat's still form, silently listening to the noises coming from the platform above. If it hadn't been for her, her friends wouldn't be fighting against those men with guns, Yoyo wouldn't be up against that Muyo man, and Beat wouldn't have been shot. She felt horrible! She shouldn't have ever joined the GG's!
Rhyth closed her eyes, silently weeping for her and her friends' current misfortunes, which had all been linked to her.
"I'm so sorry, Beat!" She cried, wrapping her arms around him. Beat, who had opened his eyes from the sudden embrace, smiled gently and pulled Rhyth close to him.
"Shh…" He cooed, running his fingers through her short, blue hair. "Don't worry. Everything is going to be all right. I promise you."
The two rudies fell out of consciousness (Beat from his wounds and Rhyth out of grief and exhaustion) and remained unnoticed as the battle on the platform continued.
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Yoyo stood across from Muyo in the center of the platform. Yoyo had several bruises on his arms and legs while Muyo wore spray paint on his face and uniform.
"Had… enough?" Yoyo asked.
"I'm just… getting… started…" Muyo replied with a smirk. Yoyo chuckled under his breath.
"Suit yourself." Looking down at the amount of spray cans in his bag, he knew that he needed a few more to fuel the rocket boosters on his skates. He looked up and saw that the cans on the rails were still there.
In one quick movement, Yoyo jumped up onto the railing, collecting cans as he did so. Muyo decided this wasn't good and started shooting at the green-haired teen. Yoyo winced slightly as a bullet sunk into his arm and his shoulder, but he wasn't about to stop. He leapt and sped across the wire, eventually landing behind Muyo.
"You're going down!!" He cried valiantly, spraying the man with the paint. Muyo started to choke and gag from the fumes that were sent at him.
"Pull back!!" He wheezed, taking a few steps away. Yoyo, however, was persistent. "RETREAT!!!" All of the surviving men nodded and headed towards the exits.
"Let them go!" Corn hollered to the rudies around the outside of the garage. They nodded in understanding and stepped aside, spraying one or two of the men as an extra warning. Yoyo smirked triumphantly at the retreating group, silently vowing that he wouldn't be shot so easily next time.
"Yoyo… you okay?" Corn placed a firm hand on his shoulder. "You did great!" Yoyo turned to face him, a dazed expression on his features.
"Which Corn's the real corn?" He asked. Both Corns raised an eyebrow.
"Yoyo?" He said, shaking him slightly. Corn's voice was faint and his head was spinning. Yoyo felt his legs collapse under him as he fell to the ground.
"Yoyo?! YOYO!!!"
Okay. It was a little bit of a cliffie ; Whoops! Heheheh… Did u people like the fluffy bit? I couldn't help but add it. I made Yoyo the hero just for the fun of it! hehehe!!! Don't worry! He's alive!!!
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