An idea that has been pushed forward by lovleydragonfly, it's up to you readers, should this get continued. This 'world' is not exactly the same as GTA but there will be random GTA stuff here and there.

I can't be bothered calling this a Crossover. M rated because mentions of sex, possible future sex scenes, violence, drugs, blood, drinking, torture etc for future chapters.

Here it is then.

Disclaimer: I do not own KHR or GTA. (Applies to entire story.)

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"Bob, I got the money." He handed a bag of cash to the dealer.

"Haha, I knew I shouldn't have trusted the guy in the pink shirt. You've done a better job," replied Bob. "So 40 percent, how 'bout it?"

"So you say about 10 police cars and only three civilians are worth 10 percent of that money I got you?"

Bob grunted and raised the amount. "50 percent and no more and no less."

The brown headed man smirked as he watched the money appear in front of him in a window.

System: $30,000 has been added to the account.

He closed the window and then looked at the board in front of him. There was a mission that interested him quite a lot. It was simple but it had a big reward.

"You're kidding me right? Considering that mission gives me the shudders." Bob cackled as he selected it without another thought. "If you wind up dead, you owe me five thousand."

"You think a like this girl can harm me?" retorted the man, "She'll be under me for all I care."

"No, but one of the strongest bouncers can," Bob replied. "I like you, Tsuna. Don't die."

"Oh I won't."

Mission Accepted: Lead Stripper Cheetah to XXX Mansion. Evidence such as pictures required.
Reward: $100,000

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It just so happens that it was a coincidence that Tsuna had purchased a sports car called Cheetah. It was a really sweet red and black car going to 100km per hour in about 4 seconds and he had added a lot of features to make sure that the car was going to be able to outrun police. The only downside was the the GPS system didn't have a variant of voices, so it was always an annoying woman. Hopefully the Cheetah he was going to meet wasn't as annoying.

The strip club, Vanilla Unicorn, was closely related to the underground. It was secretly known for the abundance of visitors from the mafia and having the strongest bouncers. The strippers were known as the most skilful and diverse personalities. Cheetah was said to be one of the more flirty ones but ditching people last second because she does not 'sleep around.' Being a sly one, she often brought trouble and more abusive customers, resulted a higher guard of bouncers.

He looked to his side where a file on the stripper lay. Appearance wise, she looked rather mature but otherwise pretty hot in her own way. Her hair was platinum blonde and skin tone was tanned. She may as well be one of the beach babes.

Screeching to a halt at a red light, he felt the car jolt. He'd have to fix that later or just get a better car. He wouldn't want to attract the police's attention at night. He thought back to one time where he woke up a portion of the city because of squeal of his tires and the wailing sirens of police cars.

The traffic light turned green, signalling him to go. Speeding ahead, he saw the flashing sign of the strip club. He parked near the back of the club with an accessible getaway. He dug into his bag (inventory) and pulled out a loaded heavy pistol. Even a bouncer can't defend against a headshot with this pistol unless they have on a helmet – although it wouldn't have done any good. He eased the gun into his breast pocket on the inside of his jacket and patted the side of his leg where a knife was hidden.

He was wearing a suit but his sleeves were rolled up and his tie loosened. As he got out of the car, he stretched and then tripped over his laces. He scrunched up his nose, irritated, and then bent down to tie up his laces.

Finally able to go on his way, he went through the side entrance and his ears were instantly assaulted by loud electric bass music. Well it wasn't that loud, but he had sensitive hearing. He looked around and spotted two strippers on stage- neither were Cheetah. He walked up to the bar.

"What's a flower boy like you doing here?" asked the bar tender, shaking up some whiskey.

"Looks can be deceiving. So where's Cheetah?" replied Tsuna. He ordered some of the whiskey while he was at it.

"Ah, she'll be done soon. Just go ask the bouncer there. The short one. Don't call him short though," answered the bar tender. "You know the rules 'round here?"

"Yeah, I was told before I came here."

"Well are you one of those people?"

"Aren't you a fucking genius?" Tsuna laughed and left the money at the desk. The bar tender took a liking to that guy. He hoped he wouldn't get unfortunate that night.

Tsuna held the cup of whiskey and drank it delicately. He was a good drinker and didn't remember the last time he got drunk. From what he has been told, it seemed that if he ever got drunk he'd probably end up destroying the world.

"Do you have any weapons on you?" the bouncer asked. He was the same height as him but he was much shorter than the other bouncers. To be this height and be a bouncer he deserved and earned that position as a bouncer. He respected him.

"My weapons? I have a gun and a knife. Only if someone tries to harm me." I mean, it's not going to harm anyone unless you provoke me even the slightest. This was a strip club for the mafia, weapons were allowed, so it wouldn't hurt if he stated what weapons he had. But it seemed like that wasn't the case.

He pulled out his gun and knife, giving the two weapons to the bouncer. The bouncer searched him and then nodded, told him wait for a bit in the private room.

He sat on the seat as he waited for Cheetah. Time was passing and he wasn't a patient man. The curtain was drawn and there stood the stripper. His mouth twitched into a smile.

"'Bout time," he said. The stripper giggled.

"Soooo? What's a sweet innocent boy like you doing here?" Her voice sounded mature and yet childish at the same time. "Are you one of those mean ones from the mafia or are you just a normal civilian?"

"Oh the mafia? I'm nowhere near their level." In fact I am so much more dangerous than the mafia that I'm nowhere near their level.

"Is this your first time?" she asked.

"Well my first time to see a beauty like you." She laughed.

"It's not the first for someone like you to come along, but I'll give you extra service for free."

Eh, why not? It's for free and he has had some pent up stress.

The stripper walked around him and started on a lap dance. He wasn't anywhere near being turned on so the stripper started her own show, taking off her bra and her extra service, her underwear. He couldn't say she was bad. She was better than the money loving whores he had been with.

"You know, we can go further at my place." He said as she finished up.

"Sorry sweetie, but I'm strictly no take home." Cheetah was slightly surprised that the man wasn't aroused at all. He looked like one of the innocent and cute virgins who could easily be dominated despite being a male of stereotypes.

"Well doesn't mean I can't force you~" he pinned her down in an instance, a hand over her mouth a knee on her legs. Her hand scraped at his hand but dealt no damage nor wavered his undeniable strength. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at her head with a gentle smile. Well, his inventory was a funny thing he had. He could just pull out a few grenades out of thin air.

"I know the bouncers are just waiting for me outside right now, don't think I don't know," he whispered. "Aren't a just a sweet innocent boy?"

The stripper's glare softened. Thinking it was safe, he pulled away his hand, wiping off the lipstick and saliva.

"Go tell them that we're all okay and you're leaving with me."

She walked out the room and went to tell the bouncers that there was no need to harm anyone. She also said that she wouldn't be available for the rest of the day. Her arm slung around Tsuna's as she left the strip club.

"So where are we supposed to go, sweetie?" she asked. He sighed and then gave her his suit jacket. "That's nice of you. What a gentleman."

He led her to the car without speaking.

"How old are you?"

"And how are you supposed to know if I am lying?" replied Tsuna, finally speaking.

"I'm already 27 and I've been doing this for a few years already with enough money to last me the life I want," she said.

"Good for you. How old do you think I am?"

"20? Maybe a bit older."

"I'm 17." Cheetah seemed shocked but then chortled. "We're here."

She looked out the window and saw the mansion that stood before her. "This is yours?"

"Nope."

He stopped the car and got out, waiting for the stripper to take her sweet time getting out the car. He continued walked, continuously stopping so that the woman could catch up. Finally arriving at the said place, which happened to be a bedroom in the mansion, he sent a text message to the one who originally made the mission. They said they would get there in an hour.

"I'll give you a five hundred if you stay here for an hour, or at least until someone comes."

"So you're telling me to stay here and you leave?"

"Yes."

"Make it seven fifty and we have a deal."

"Seven hundred dollars." She nodded and then he handed her the money that appeared from nowhere.

As he started to leave, the woman grabbed his hand.

"What?"

"You- you really are just gonna leave?" she asked, "why not we spend some time?"

"I've got better things to do-"

"So you won't do me?" she asked. "Scared? Maybe it's your first time."

Tsuna let a laugh slip from his mouth and then turned around. "We'll see about that."

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"What the?!" It had been 10 minutes since Tsuna had left the stripper. The mission provider had arrived half an hour after the message, when he was sent pictures of the guy screwing the stripper. Well, they were pictures of evidence, but he didn't expect him to send that. He knew how hard it must have been to even get the stripper to leave the club, well apparently not for Tsuna.

He sighed as he woke up the stripper. This wasn't the plan. He gave the woman money and sent her off back to the club.

The stripper and the mission was bait. It was meant to get him a tactician and talented persuader. But he was too slow.

"Sir, have you transferred a hundred thousand to the account?"

"I'll give him the money in person."

"But Reborn-"

"Shut up. Someone like this guy you won't come across a lot." He then looked back at the bed where quite the action must have happened. "And he seems pretty skilful in that aspect." He smirked and then tilted his fedora. They'll cross paths again, after all. He will always get what he wants.

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Thanks for reading. Lol what did I just write.

Zaira Swift.