My name is Yoyo, hoặc at least, that's what I now go by. My real name has no importance as of yet, but it will make sense one day. I am part of the GG's (or Good Guys), which is a gang of Rudies. What is a Rudie? Well, a Rudie is gang of "rollerskating punks", bởi definition of the chief of police, Hayashi. We never really needed to know his other names, because he constantly tries to kill us.
Yep, some cop he is, huh? Trust me, he wasn't the only fooled cop. The entire police force tries to kill us on a daily basis. We are sometimes lucky if we can make it through seven hours without a police encounter. They were bought out bởi an evil man named Gouji Rokkaku. Gouji wanted to rid of the world of all happiness. No music, no art, no games, no life. It was all thanks to us GG's that we managed to save the world ten years cách đây bởi sheer luck. All thanks to my kidnapping did we find out his real plans.
Yeah, I was kidnapped. They took away my skates and threw me in a cage. I remained there for days, believing the GG's abandoned me. Why wouldn't they? I was a liar. I took off from the gang so often to prove to them that I could reach their heights that it was bound to happen. Luckily, they did manage to save me, and that ngày I first fell in love.
There were 12 other GG's: Rhyth, Combo, Garam, Gum, Corn, Beat, Clutch, Roboy, Cube, Jazz, Soda, and Boogie. ngô was the leader, Roboy was our robot/information center. Gum was the một giây in command, and I was the third to join. We slowly began to grow until there were 13 of us. Well, 14 if bạn include my dog, Potts. Five years ago, the group disbanded. It wasn't anything personal, we all just decided that we needed a break from the group. That was the năm ngô and I hooked up. We were going out for five years when we decided to revive the GG's, calling all of our Những người bạn to rejoin. All accepted, and that's where you, reader, come in. Welcome, to the GG's revival!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter One: GG's~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We were inside the old GG's hangout, the Garage, hidden outside of Shibuya Terminal. ngô was squeezing my hand, holding his old GG's uniform. I was wearing mine: a blue áo sơ mi with a pair of grey baggie shorts. Red rectangular sunglasses, black fingerless gloves, trái cam, màu da cam sash, and a pair of yellow roller skates. I was kicking my feet, causing the wheels to spin, while leaning against the rail closest to the Shibuya entrance/exit. ngô put his hat back on and released my hand. "I'm gonna go get dressed, Yo. Keep an eye out for the others, and try not to make a mess." I smiled, and pecked his cheek as he moved away, his cheeks turning red.
As he left, I began to skate, jumping onto the rails and doing as much tricks as I could remember. I had to start slowly, the five years causing me to forget most of it. But as I began to speed up, I began to do more, and my smile grew. I lept off the rail and did a 360 in the air towards the center.
And smacked into a blue box that had suddenly appeared.
As I collided with the object, I felt my glasses break and I fell onto my back. With a loud groan, I sat up, looking towards the box. Standing up, I began to vòng tròn it, taking in the details. It was a phone box, with words written in English all over it. "Police Call Box" was at the top, a "St. John's Ambulance" logo on one door, the other door with a sign that đã đưa ý kiến "Pull To Open" and words I couldn't quite make out. Suddenly, the doors flew open as a young man in a red suit with a purple áo khoác jumped out. He began to look around in amazement and I stared at him in shock, taking in his features. He seemed to be in his early 20's, with slightly browning skin, black haired dyed reddish brown and black eyes. Freckles spotted his face, and he looked at me. And that's when I noticed it was a female dressing like a man.
With a yelp, I jumped back and instinctively pulled out a spray can. The female raised her hands and began to back away. "No no no no no! I'm not your enemy! Put the can down!" she was panicking, eyes wide in fear...or was that excitement? Slowly, I lowered my hand as another male stepped outside of the box, looking at her with a frown on his face.
"Aric, we can't just keep popping off into worlds and universes whenever bạn like! Now that you've seen this, we can le-" He was cut off bởi my spray can at his face. He was an elderly gentlemen around 60-70 in a nice suede coat. The inner lining seemed to be lined with a red felt, and a weird long tool in his hand. The man cleared his throat and pocketed the tool, hands coming up bởi his head. "Now isn't this interesting. We're being held up bởi a punk with a spray can. Judging bởi this, we're on Earth, correct? Now sir, do bạn mind telling us where we are?" "You can start bởi telling us who bạn are."
ngô skated over towards me, back in his uniform. His long greenish grey hat was in his hand to hiển thị off his blonde hair, his grey áo, áo khoác open to hiển thị his yellow shirt, turquoise pants with red flames up the cuffs, grey gloves, and blue skates. His left green eye was narrowed towards the intruders, his other eye covered bởi a long lock of hair. He was also holding up a spray can towards the two, as the old man blinked.
"Ah ha!" The old man snapped his fingers and gave us a really creepy smile. bởi his accent, I assumed he was Scottish, and his companion either American hoặc Canadian. "We're in Japan!" The old man laughed and patted his young friend's head, before bowing. "I, am the Doctor. And this here is my son, Aric. He's transgender, female to male, so perhaps that's why bạn looked at his chest when I got out of my machine." The boy-girl waved sheepishly, before the..."Doctor" held out his hands towards Corn. "And bạn are a cyborg!"
Corn's eye flew wide open and he backed away. "How the fuck can bạn tell?!" His hands were shaking; eye filled with fear. I grabbed his free hand and squeezed it, ngô having a hard time focusing on anything other than the old man, who was grinning away. ngô began to grit his teeth, and I stepped in front of him.
"You two are intruders. State your business, hoặc leave!" I commanded in the loudest, bravest voice I could muster. The young boy cleared his throat and grabbed my hands; eyes filled with nothing but excitement. "We're here as friends, I swear. You're Yoyo, aren't you? And that must be Corn! Oh my gosh, this is the greatest ngày of my life! I'm your biggest fan, oh my gosh, I am SO happy to meet you!" He was shaking my hands wildly, and that's when I panicked, shoving him.
"GET OUT!" I screeched. "You two are not welcome! How did bạn get in here, anyway?!" I was hyperventilating, body shaking. I now understood why ngô was freaked out. This wasn't right. Wasn't possible. "How could two people waltz right in here with a massive blue box without my knowledge?" The old man's playful expression was gone, and instead looked as excited as the young man.
"We are Time Lord's from the planet Gallifrey. bạn see, my son was so excited over the possibility of an "alternate reality" and wanted to find your reality. Of course, we got it wrong a few times, ending up in some messed up realities (one where if bạn think, a hoa of a certain colour grows on your head!), and when we landed five phút ago, Aric was bursting with excitement and left the TARDIS. That's the TARDIS," the old man paused to gesture to the call box, "Which stands for Time and Relative Dimensions In Space. And yes, we're aliens." The old man grew quite grim, and looked towards Corn, holding out his strange tool, which suddenly made a buzzing sound as he pressed a button. "Oh my, bạn need to work on that system. Your core looks ready to implode!"
Corn's face was pale white, and my hands were shaking. We looked towards one another, his eye wider than I thought possible, and that was the last thing I saw before fainting.
My head was spinning when I came to, eyes having a hard time adjusting. ngô was standing bởi my side, the old man pointing his tool at me as it buzzed, and the young man talking to the others who had arrived. I gasped, coughing, and the old man looked at his tool when the buzzing stopped. "You are in perfect health, Yohan. hoặc is that the wrong name to call you?" My eyes flew wide open, as did Corn's. The old man seemed emotionless as he stared at me. "Well, perfect health, except for the few bullet scars on your body, and the suppressed memories of your catastrophic past-" "Shut...up..." I was shaking with anger, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. He backed off, now looking worried. ngô touched my cheek as I took a deep breath, and I began to relax.
The old man rose to his feet and walked towards his machine. "You were only out for a couple minutes, but ngô here seemed afraid bạn wouldn't wake up. Why? You're in great shape, there's no illness, there's no breaks, there's nothing but scars on your mental and physical body. Yet he wouldn't listen to me. Why?" He wasn't looking at me, but he was obviously talking to me. I slowly sat up, and looked to Corn, who looked away shyly; face red.
"Lovers will always worry about one another." I replied plainly. "That's the only answer I can think of." The old man smiled softly and held one of the doors open. "Of course." Was all he đã đưa ý kiến as he entered it. ngô placed his hands on my cheeks and kissed me gently as everyone walked towards me, frowns and smiles all around. I smiled and wrapped an arm around Corn's shoulder as I rose to my feet with his help.
Aric, the young man, grabbed my hands and held them to his chest suddenly; my eyes flying open as I felt his tim, trái tim racing wildly. He then pulled out a stethoscope and put the ear pieces in my ears and held the other end to his chest. I heard his heartbeat beating normally, and then he moved it to the other side, where another tim, trái tim was beating on the off beat of the other! With a loud yelp, I threw it off my head and stared at him in complete shock. "My father wasn't lying. We really are aliens." he đã đưa ý kiến with a smile, moving my hair off of my face. ngô tensed up, and I was blinking.
"You...two...there was...but..." I was intrigued, and also freaked out. He smiled and giggled. "Yep, two hearts! Everyone else already knows. Oh! May I tham gia the GG's? I'm sure you'll find me useful~!" I looked to Corn, who looked up towards the blue box as Aric's father stepped out.
"Us. We both request to join. I'm sure ngô here can find use for me here, and Aric can be my young eyes and ears on the street. Since the TARDIS is down anyways, I'm afraid bạn can't say no." The old man, the Doctor, was looking at me; two pairs of skates in his hands. ngô sighed as I did, and he nodded. The Doctor held out the smaller pair to Aric, who immediately put on the skates, and the Doctor slowly put on his own. "Damn body had to regenerate to this frail one..." he muttered. I pretended to have misheard him.
ngô began to order everyone that was originally a GG to set up the Garage, and he turned to Beat. "Devon." Beat grimaced, and turned to Corn. "I need bạn and Yohan to hiển thị the...Doctor...and Aric the town. Teach them to graffiti. And don't get arrested hoặc get anyone else arrested, bạn hear me?!" Beat's eyes narrowed at Corn, his goggles in his left hand. He was in his yellow shirt, brown pants, skates, and gloves, his headset around his neck. He then turned to me and nodded.
"First thing first." Beat turned to the Doctor and Aric. "You two need codenames. Well, just you, Aric. We can't keep calling bạn whatever we want. bạn also need new outfits. Though I suspect the Doctor is mainly going to stick around the Garage." The Doctor nodded, and Aric frowned, hand on his cheek. Beat sighed and held hs head. "Mine's Beat. Yohan's is Yoyo. Corey's is Corn. Pick one that Luật sư đấu trí your personality and traits-" "Kingsman!" Aric blurted out.
Beat and I blinked, ngô laughing. "Like...from the movie?" I asked. Aric nodded, and beamed. I shrugged, and Beat laughed. "Well, why not? We'll see if it fits!" Beat began to giày trượt băng, skate off, and I chased after, glancing behind them. "Let's go, yo!" Slowly, they began to follow us out.
Little did we know, this was just the beginning to our growing gang.
