Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Goodfellas, or any true or fictional elements to this story.
Except the story itself.
New York, 1970
Three men rode in a black 1969 Cadillac. One had spiky blonde hair, and whisker marks on his cheeks. He sat in the back, leaning on the right door, snoozing silently. Another man, sat in the passenger seat, also sleeping. He had white hair, and wore a mask over his mouth, and his left eye.
The third man had jet black hair, with the Uchiha crest on a golden necklace, mostly hidden under his shirt.
All were dressed in suits, ties, and nice shoes.
All was quiet, calm. It seemed like a late night leisure drive with two friends.
THUMP. THUMP.
"What was that?" THUMP. "Kakashi."
Naruto responded, Kakashi hadn't woken up. "'Sup? 'Sup?"
THUMP. "Did I hit something?"
"The fuck is that?" THUMP.
Kakashi awoke, but said nothing, and listened to Naruto and Sasuke talk.
"There a flat?"
"Is it a flat?" THUMP. "Wha – no."
THUMP. THUMP. "What the fuck? You better pull over and see."
"Yeah." THUMP.
They pulled over into woods, all three exited the car without a word. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
All three reached a silent agreement. THUMP. THUMP. Kakashi held his shovel close, ready to strike whatever was in the trunk. It very well could be a wild animal.
Naruto reached into his jacket, and pulled a butcher's knife, about 14 inches long.
Sasuke took out his keys, walked three steps, and popped open the trunk. He backed away.
In the trunk, sat one bleeding man, red tattoos on his cheeks. He looked like he had been beaten nearly to death, and his blood soaked into the white sheets that he was lying in, now turned pink due to excessive blood loss.
"No, no please, don't…"
Naruto responded quickly. "He's still alive. Fucking piece of shit!" He stabbed him twice, accentuating the two wounds with a cry of, "Die, die!" He then added six wounds while yelling, "Look at me! Look at my fucking eyes! Die!" Naruto pulled back, and Kakashi immediately shot the man in the trunk four times with a .45 revolver.
Sasuke looked into the trunk at a man with eight stab wounds and four bullet holes, then looked at his friends, and looked back at the trunk.
He slowly walked up to the trunk, and looked straight inside.
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.
He slammed the trunk.
Well, I know you have a lot of questions, so review, and I will answer them. But to answer a few questions off the bat:
No. I did not steal anything.
No, this will not be verbatim Goodfellas.
Yes, I am going to add a lot of filler.
Yes, that was Kiba stuffed in the trunk.
Yes, I need help with who should be who, but other than that, no, I do not need help.
No, the characters are not set in stone. They can be changed easily. It's called "Find and Replace" on Microsoft Word.
No, they are not in the Yakuza. They are in the mafia. For the purpose of being Wiseguys, they are Italian in this story, not Japanese. They will fight the Yakuza.
Yes, I will use racial slurs, like in the movie.
Yes, the ending and major plot points are the same.
No, this will not be rated M. Most likely.
Yes, if you know the ending to Goodfellas, you know the ending to this.
Yes, they deserve to die, and I hope they burn in hell.
Review, you Wiseguy.