Inspired by the 2000s cult classic game Jet Set Radio, Stories From Tokyo-To is an electrifying prelude that takes you deep into the origins of Beat, the iconic street punk. Follow his journey as he fights for a better life in the chaotic streets of...
"You? Calling me a 'bitch'? Hah! That's cute, really!"
Without hesitation, she jumped off and struck a pose. She rolled her way down the curved entrance of the tunnel underneath the overpass. With an ear-piercing scrape and a plume of dust engulfing, what I prayed to be my unlikely savior ground to a halt. As the dust settled, I got a better look at the bold soul who made her way into my predicament.
It was another girl, this time not adorned in crimson red attire. She had olive green rollerblades, an over-sized shirt that took the form of a dress, and a bright green striped long-sleeve turtleneck underneath. One of her white glove-adorned hands rested firmly on her hip while the other hung behind as she leaned to the side so nonchalantly. Her aviator-like helmet tried its best to conceal the blonde tufts of hair from poking out.
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"'Cause I've heard some talk that the last guy you dumped robbed a Shibuya-MART, handed you the cash and that his 'oh so beloved' turned him in."
The group of Love Shockers squabbled over Gum's story. Looking at their leader, some with doubt and others with disgust, I heard one of them whisper. "Did she really rat that poor boy to the police? Rudies never call the cops!".
Stammering on her words, 'Bangs' hastily addresses her troop. "W-what?! No! That's not true! Don't listen to this lying brat!" she snarled back at Gum. "You got some nerve spreading these lies around! ESPECIALLY TELLING IT TO MY FACE!"
The dense "cheerleader" hopped next to her commander and murmured. "But it is true, isn't it Tikomi? You showed me the-"
"SHUT UP! IF I SAY IT'S NOT TRUE, THEN IT'S NOT TRUE! SHE'S JUST JEALOUS CAUSE SHE COULDN'T BE ONE OF US!"
A small giggle burst into a laugh as Gum could only imagine what Tikomi's 'right-hand girl' could've said to initiate an outburst from her. After composing herself, she replied with a snarky grin.
"Oh, ho ho! Be 'one of' you? I'd rather put a fire out with my face than be in your little, uh, sorority? No, having a 'confirmed body count' as a requirement for your 'slut circle' is the reason why I gave you a new paint job. I tried to cover up the man-eater underneath with a fresh coat, but obviously, I need to do more than one layer next time."
Tikomi snickered as she wrapped her arms around me and rubbed her hands over my chest. "Oh? Is this your little attempt for a 'next time'? Or maybe you just like 'pretty boy' here?" I was about to speak, but she yanked my chin to see the side of her face. Glancing at me, she slowly said, "And want him all. To. Your. Self."
"I'm not a sadist like you Tikomi. I wanna make sure this kid makes it home safe, and if that means getting my hands dirty, then I have no issue teaching you all a lesson in manners."
"Since when did you escort people home? Hah! No, it's plain to see that you like him. I mean, look..." She grabbed a handful of my red hair and forced my head to be held up high.
