Day of the Fanfiction
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tallulahgs[Title] System Crash Unbroken Hearts
[Fandom] Battle Royale/Jet Set Radio
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] Shinji Mimura and Hirono Shimizu run into each other in unexpected circumstances. JSR AU, done because it amused me ^^ Written for and crossposted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
40fandoms.
Hirono was halfway through the large tag across the wall when she heard the click of skates and bleep-and-whistle of the Noise Tank's speech filter above her. So by the time he leapt down from the wall and confronted her, she'd already got the switchblade out and was moving ready to attack. "Don't even start. I've got better things to do tonight than show you the proper definition of hacking."
But he didn't move. Just stood staring at her. Then he put a hand up to his mask, flicked a switch, and - "Pink hair suits you, Shimizu."
She knew that voice.
"Oh, not you."
"Now that's not very nice. I can see being in the Love Shockers hasn't improved your people skills."
"And deliberately branding yourself an official geek hasn't reduced your ego, Mimura. Doesn't it sting when people assume the only girls you see naked are pixellated ones?"
He laughed, pulled off his mask. In the lights from the surrounding bars his skin was gold, and blue and red sparkled in his eyes. "What, you think I should've gone to the Poison Jammers instead? Then people'd figure the only girls I see naked are inflatable ones. Besides, why are you in the Love Shockers? You're not telling me someone actually broke your heart."
"Think about it. Spiky hair, check. Bad attitude, check. Not having to take orders from guys, check. Where else was I s'posed to go?"
He held up his hands. "Well, that's me told. Nice tag, by the way. I'm almost sorry I'll have to cover it up."
She smirked. "With that stylin' monochrome stuff you guys think is so l33t? Oh, Mimura. Talk about a crime against culture. Why don't you run along and carry on downloading porn and corrupting databases instead?"
"Nah. Come on, when this is done you can crawl back to your pals and heal the pain through voodoo and weepy movies."
They stared at each other.
"At least put the blade away," Mimura said at last.
"Ten-tag battle? For old time's sake?" She did fold the blade up, tuck it back into her belt, and held up her paint can instead, started to shake it. "If you're not too scared."
He pulled his mask back on, but the speech filter remained off, and she heard his voice echo through it - "Not at all. Man, I love catching up with old classmates."
[Fandom] Battle Royale/Jet Set Radio
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] Shinji Mimura and Hirono Shimizu run into each other in unexpected circumstances. JSR AU, done because it amused me ^^ Written for and crossposted to
40fandoms.Hirono was halfway through the large tag across the wall when she heard the click of skates and bleep-and-whistle of the Noise Tank's speech filter above her. So by the time he leapt down from the wall and confronted her, she'd already got the switchblade out and was moving ready to attack. "Don't even start. I've got better things to do tonight than show you the proper definition of hacking."
But he didn't move. Just stood staring at her. Then he put a hand up to his mask, flicked a switch, and - "Pink hair suits you, Shimizu."
She knew that voice.
"Oh, not you."
"Now that's not very nice. I can see being in the Love Shockers hasn't improved your people skills."
"And deliberately branding yourself an official geek hasn't reduced your ego, Mimura. Doesn't it sting when people assume the only girls you see naked are pixellated ones?"
He laughed, pulled off his mask. In the lights from the surrounding bars his skin was gold, and blue and red sparkled in his eyes. "What, you think I should've gone to the Poison Jammers instead? Then people'd figure the only girls I see naked are inflatable ones. Besides, why are you in the Love Shockers? You're not telling me someone actually broke your heart."
"Think about it. Spiky hair, check. Bad attitude, check. Not having to take orders from guys, check. Where else was I s'posed to go?"
He held up his hands. "Well, that's me told. Nice tag, by the way. I'm almost sorry I'll have to cover it up."
She smirked. "With that stylin' monochrome stuff you guys think is so l33t? Oh, Mimura. Talk about a crime against culture. Why don't you run along and carry on downloading porn and corrupting databases instead?"
"Nah. Come on, when this is done you can crawl back to your pals and heal the pain through voodoo and weepy movies."
They stared at each other.
"At least put the blade away," Mimura said at last.
"Ten-tag battle? For old time's sake?" She did fold the blade up, tuck it back into her belt, and held up her paint can instead, started to shake it. "If you're not too scared."
He pulled his mask back on, but the speech filter remained off, and she heard his voice echo through it - "Not at all. Man, I love catching up with old classmates."
