"Speaking"

'Thinking'

"Bijuu Talking"

'Bijuu Thinking'

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Japanese

The rattling engine of the truck pulled up to a stop in front of a farm. Trevor parked and opened his door, stepping out. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa... What's all this?" An African American man called out, setting aside his tools. "Hey, you seen Ashley? Johnny's looking for her." A blonde-haired man called out, his hair cropped low, yet his sideburns traveled down the length of his jaw forming a dark beard. "Easy there, Terry." The African American man held his palm up in a placating manner. "It's just a question, Clay. You and I both know this fucker would be the one she went to. He can't seem to keep his dick in his pants." Terry grimaced, his bushy beard curling around his lips. The last man sat on the stoop observing the newcomers quietly. He was young, approximately sixteen years with chestnut brown hair, clumping with sweat as the tension increased. A long aristocratic nose bulged at the end of his face. Thin eyebrows furrowed nervously above wide blue eyes. You could tell by his hands that he was nervous. He must have been a new member. "As a matter of fact, I have seen Ms. Ashley, but before I tell you where I've seen her why don't we wait on the last guest for the party." Trevor announced with a chuckle. "W-Who are we waiting for Trevor. Didn't know we was having a celebration an' all otherwise I'd have worn my good clothes." Wade said foolishly. Trevor growled and walked onto the other side of the truck where Wade and Ron stood and landed a right hook across Wade's face. "You inbred fuck. Shut your fucking mouth and wait in the truck." Clay, the African American man chuckled and stood up. "Ahah... It's like when I was a kid, watching the three stooges with my ma and pa... " Terry smirked and wiped his hands on his pants. The young boy in the back gave a nervous chuckle. "Yea... ha... ha... funny stuff." "Not to be rude 'n all but where's this guest at Trevor, The Lost have more important things to do than toast around waiting for some nobody." Clay said nonchalantly. "I don't think he has the authority be standing here giving orders Clay. We should be asking about Ashley, like Johnny said." Terry retorted as he grew angrier by the minute.

The low hum of an engine pulling up from behind the house, interrupted the tense stare-off between the bikers and Trevor, pulling the bikers to their feet. "Well, would you look at that, our guest has arrived." Trevor revealed. The bike shut off abruptly and the soft crunch of boots walking along the dirt path turned eyes towards the figure. "Where's Ashley?" Clay inquired. Natsuko sighed and scratched behind her head. "Funny thing about that, the bitch ran outta town. Probably on her way back to wherever the fuck you cockroaches come from." "Well, Johnny's looking for her. Terry call up the boys and send someone for her." Trevor laughed softly under his breath until it gained fervor. His laugh became a deep bellied one and soon Natsuko joined in. Wade and Ron nervously chuckled along. "What the fuck is so funny?" Terry challenged. "Funny thing that, See Johnny..." Natsuko began. "Is dead, on the bottom of my fucking shoe which is the only input he's throwing around now. You gotta question you want to ask him, go ahead" Trevor finished, raising his shoe for the bikers to see the brain matter stuck between the crevice of his shoes. "Bullshit. Johnny wouldn't go down like that." Terry barked out. "Ooh~ I like that denial. Keep it up if you really think this will help you at all. You see, before I killed the Johnny-o, Ashley, that whore was on the tip of my cock. You can have a whiff if you want." Trevor swiped his hand into his pants and held it out for the bikers to smell. "You had better be fucking with us, or you're a dead man. You and your girl here. your friends too." Clay grimaced. Natsuko pouted her lips and tilted her head, "Oh you'd hurt little ole me for no reason at all? Tsk, hasn't your momma taught you to respect women... If she hasn't, I can teach you my damn self." In the blink of an eye, two small daggers made their home right between the eyes of a middle aged African American man and a bushy beard Caucasian who both barely saw the attack before it happened.

With three satisfying pops and a reloaded clip a second biker from inside the house was strewn across the lawn bloody and his head cracked open from a Vom Feuer pump shotgun MK II curtsey of an anxious Trevor. Natsuko smirked and raised her arms high into the air with sigh. "Ah, that was a good stretch... Hmm... What's this?" She quirked an eyebrow in the direction of the teen trembling in fear against the staircase of the porch with his head covered. She sauntered over to the young boy cowering with his head tucked away. Once she was close enough she bit her lips seductively and cooed at him. "Don't be so uptight, baby. I'm only looking for a good time and I can guarantee you one if you show us where the biker camp is stationed. What's your name?" The boy stuttered out a reply, "Don't kill me. Pl-Please. I don't belong here. I ran away from home... I joined the gang to make my parents mad. I didn't want this shit, O-okay... I don't want to die" "You're damn right you don't belong here. 'Fucks your name and where are you from?" She cooed at him." Daniel... It's Daniel Lagano ma'am. I'm from Vinewood Hills. My address is 3587 Didion Drive. My mother is Gabriella Lagano. She comes from old money, but she still works. She's the publicist of some big-name celebrities. My father a businessman, often on retreats or golfing with his friend at the golfing club. I can pay you a lot of money if you just let me live. Please, my parents are loaded. Just please let me go." He blubbered holding his hands up in surrender. Trevor rolled his eyes and sighed. "Listen, kid. You better hope your parents can pay the amount I have in mind or else you'll be buzzard food. Now first things first, point us to the Lost camp and then we'll set up your ransom." Natsuko nodded at the suggestion and pointed to her bike, " We're riding on that and you'll hide in the back of my dad's truck while the grown-ups handle business, better not try to run either...I mean, you did give me your address. Eye-find will give me the GPS and I can slaughter your family. It won't be hard to do or find the rest of them, now be a good boy and let's get on that bike and you tell me how to get to the camp." Daniel nodded and held his hands in the air slowly walking over to the bike, a red laser dot pointed as his back." So not even worth it dad, He's gonna be a good boy for me" Natsu bantered, as she walked after him before climbing on the bike.

He climbed on after her, giving her a shaky nod."Yeah, I-I won't say or do nothing." He stuttered wrapping his arms around her waist. Her lips upturned in a mischievous smile as she placed her hands over his and led them up her shirt and under them. "Hold me right there, not too tight though. I'm afraid I'm just so sensitive right there." She closed her hands around his causing him to squeeze her breast. "H-Huh" Daniel's flustered face and distracted muttering drew Trevor's attention. "Hey boy! Get your filthy hands off my daughter." He angrily intoned walking over to the bike. Natsuko cackled, "Aww~ Dad. We're just having a little fun. Don't be so uptight." Natsuko enunciated the word 'Uptight' as she used Daniels' hands to push her breasts together, her nipple hardening under the pressure. "Daniel's only doing what I tell him to" She giggled at the flustered state she had the teen in and the angry mutterings from Trevor. "Anyway, we've gotta jet. See ya at the party!" She yelled over the rumbling of her engine as she cranked her bike up. She gave a two-finger salute and sped off, Daniel screaming at the unexpected speed of her take off.

"Alright boys! Let's load up and kill some Lost cockroaches." Trevor whooped marching enthusiastically to the truck. Ron let a groan while Wade climbed in the hub of the truck. A melody of beeps resonated through the warm night. Ron pulled a small Ill wireless phone from his pocket and answered it. "Ron Jakowski speaking, be quick... The government is watching." he hastened. Trevor looked over at him suspiciously while he started the truck. "Ah. Yessir. Tomorrow will be perfect. Noon is the perfect time for a meeting. Thank you, sir, and goodbye." Ron hung up the phone and faced Trevor. "That was the Chinese connect. Mr. Cheng is willing to meet you tomorrow at noon down at the Yellow Jack Inn." "Fan-Fuckin'-Tastic. Now let's clean up our market and diversify our options... WADE! What the fuck have you come up with so far?" Trevor inquired. Wade sat quiet for a minute while the truck was pulled out of park and down through the groves back onto a road. "Well, I do have a cousin down in Vespucci Beach... But I haven'-" "Find him Wade! Aarghhh! Lube up your eye hole, fucker, 'cause I'm gonna fuck your tiny mind! I'm about ready to turn you into roadkill! "Trevor interrupted again. "Please, don't turn me into anything. I just wanna be Wade. " Wade countered. "Just shut up, we're pulling in." The motorbike stopped in front of trailer park. Junk was strewn across the ground, the odor in the air was putrid; like piss and sex.

Natsuko wrinkled her nose in displeasure sliding off the bike. She grabbed the collar of the boy and shoved him towards the truck. "Get in the fucking back and don't make a peep." She commanded. Trevor cleared his throat to get their attention and began explaining the plan. "Listen here, my lovely daughter will cause a distraction in the camp while Wade sneaks through and plants sticky bombs on every trailer. Ron will be with me, handling the airstrip where I've heard rumors of trading with our Meh- He-Can brethren. After we each complete our parts, I want you to wipe those lost fuckers off the face of the earth. No one survives, except our piggy in the back who will chained down to the cargo hold back there. We meet up off Joshua road, overlooking the Zancudo River." "Boss, isn't that where Ort-" Ron started. "Shut the fuck up Ron. We're cleaning house now get back in the fucking truck." Trevor countered back. Ron wisely shut his mouth and climbed back inside of the truck. "Natsuko, tie up the boy and go make some magic happen. Real magic bury those fuckers." Trevor instructed. Natsuko nodded understanding immediately what was being asked and used the chains in the back of the truck to lock the boy in place. "We meet up before the sun comes up, I don't fucking care of you sit near the meet up spot for hours. Once you are there, you stay there until the others arrive." A chorus of yes answered Trevor's directions before he pulled out of the park. "We got some fuckers to fry Wade, don't get in my way." She demanded of him.

Wade nodded and ran around back. The sky was darkening from the sun having set only minutes ago. Pink and purple lay on the horizon. Natsuko had little time to admire her surroundings. She had a job to do and her father expected her best. "Let's see here. How should I go about this?" "Kitling, I suggest you use that swift release of yours. You are not immortal therefore you should move fast to distract, disarm, and kill." An Omnipotent voice replied in her mind to her question. "Hm. Fuzzball, You're finally awake. You've missed a lot fun shit today, but you've woken just in time for a grand shitstorm... How about I let you out and you wreak as much havoc here as you want. Shall we say about... Hm 2 Tails worth... Just don't crush Jackass Wade." "A fair bargain. I accept." The genderless fox accepted with no hesitation. Hm. "Fuin: Kai" She whispered. All was still for just a short second, then a burst of light exploded from her stomach and as fast as it came, it was gone. An eight-foot-tall fox stood in front of the girl swaying two tails in excitement. "Hn. Don't fall too far behind Fuzzykins. I'd hate to take your place as the great annihilator." She goaded. The fox leaned its head down and released a hot puff of air from its nostrils knocking Natsuko over. She jumped up comically and pointed her finger in anger. "You did that on purpose. You- You... You just wait till we're done." The fox spread its lips in a menacing smile. "I look forward to this threat youngling."

Natsuko raised her nose in the air and sniffed indignantly. Her hands formed the boar seal as she began collecting chakra. "Jinton: Mueisho" She said without fail. When she opened her eyes, the fox gave a nod and roared loudly startling the few patrols around. Natsuko smirked and used her instantaneous speed to combat the assailants. Necks were snapped, Bones broken, and limbs decapitated. When the fox and the girl were together only a mess like this would be the outcome. Meanwhile with Wade, he was muttering a prayer under his breath. The screams of pain and chaos had him frozen behind a trailer he had just wired to detonate. He was looking out for the next opportunity to run across the road to set the next charge. when he finally saw an opportunity that he could take, he almost pissed himself seeing the same fox that haunted his nightmares long ago back again. He remembered when he had first met the girl, she was nine years old and devious as ever. She had always talked to herself and when he asked whom she was conversing with, she gave him a name. Kurama. When he asked to describe her friend, he had never believed that she would summon a six foot fox beast that threatened to gnaw on his carcass. Nope. He hadn't expected it then nor did he know. He tried creeping past the beast when a body with a collapsed chest was rammed into him. He fell over with a startled scream and when a flash of yellow seemed to appear next to the dead body and drag it off. He would deny it to the day he died that when a fox hovered over the girl and grinned down at him in such a way that its teeth stretched terrifyingly over its lips mocking him. He most certainly did not faint

At the airstrip

"Trevor, I'm planting the bombs on the gas tank. I think I hear someone coming up the path. Keep an eye out" Ron reminded. Trevor was onto of the water tower sniping down the few bikers who were patrolling the area. "You think I'm not doing that you dolt! Keep working." Trevor grumbled. With the charges set, Ron ran into a nearby building using his Hawk and Little Heavy revolver he began to clear out the building. "Trevor... It's getting kind of heavy down here. I need some help securing the airstrip. "Ron announced noisily over the radio. He was panting from exertion and hiding behind some barrels for cover. "Alright, I'm on my way." Trevor replied. The water tower that he was using as a sniping point was a good distance from the strip surrounded by buildings. Underbrush covered the area giving good hiding places and under the tower sat a four-wheeler. Trevor hurriedly descended the ladder and bound over to the four-wheeler. Once settled onto the vehicle, he revved the engine and drove towards the strip, gunning down any that dared to cross his path. "Hey Trevor, the plane is all loaded with crates. There's another one down the runway." Ron called once Trevor got close. The vehicle skittered to a stop as Trevor rushed off the bike and dived onto the wing of the plane. "Get me to my plane, Ron. I mean now!" Ron jumpstarted the plane and pulled out of the shack it was held in. He turned it down the tarmac, gearing up for takeoff. "Trevor, the right side! They're coming in." Ron alarmed him. Trevor aimed at the incoming truck, firing off rounds that stopped it in its tracks. "We're coming up to the plane, Trevor. Get ready to jump off." Ron exclaimed. "Oh...Righty then." Trevor replied before jumping off the plane and running the rest of the way to the craft. "Let's get this bird in the sky." Trevor declared. He climbed the wing of the craft and jumped in, not wasting a movement. As he was preparing for takeoff, a biker made a dash for the wing and clung to it. "We have an unlucky passenger on our far left. Looks like turbulence in the air. Try to hold on for the ride."

He pulled the gears upwards for takeoff and chuckled. The plane lifted off with momentum pulling high into the sky before nosediving and flinging the unlucky passenger into the blades in the front with a dramatic splat. "Ron, we're taking this march right off the coast where the dealer will pick it up." Ron concurred and drove under the overpass of a freeway with Trevor following until they had to steer low of the military. When they reached the drop off point, Ron let his cargo drop first with Trevor right behind him. "Alrighty then... Shipment's successfully delivered, Ron. Now remember, if you beat me back to the airstrip I'll butcher your carcass and wrap you in cheesecloth." Ron stammered, "W-Well, Trevor, I'm not a trained pilot so I wouldn't be able to even if I tried. Not that I would even try, because I quite like being alive. You wouldn't really do that, would you? " Trevor chortled, "Beat me and you'll see."

Joshua Road, near Zancudo River

Natsuko sighed as she sat in a tree overlooking the road. "Shit's boring. Where's dad when you need him?" A grunt and then movement to her left caught her attention. A shriek of surprise and a thump made her roll her eyes. "Dumbass." "Oh man... I was flying. How'd I get in the sky? I thought it was just a dream." Wade said in awe. Natsuko hopped down from the tree sighed, "Wade, you were in a tree. I sat you there numb-nuts. You were not flying. God, do something useful before I fucking put a bullet in your head. Why are you still alive anyway?" Wade furrowed his brow in confusion but shrugged. "I'll call around for the Michael Townley guy." Natsuko nodded sarcastically, "Yeah, you do that." Across the water, the moon was framed in the sky overlooking the river. It was peaceful. A trailer was opposite their position. It did little to take away from the beauty of the place. It was neat overall, and the area was free of debris. Natsuko pulled her phone out of her pocket and began to surf Life Invader. "Michael Townley, hmm... How about we just look for some of Dad's old running mates." She mused. "If I remember correctly, Brad is in jail, Michael was supposedly dead, and the strategist was injured in an accident. Hm, I can cross reference that and Boom! I've got something. Let's see here. Lester Crest. Middle aged Caucasian man... Hm... what's this? Friends with a Micha-" "Natsuko! I found something, well I think I did. I'm not really sure." Wade interrupted. Natsuko groaned and face palmed. "Just shut up, I see Dad coming up the road here." Sure enough, Trevor was advancing down the dirt path but stopped, turning his truck around facing the trailer. With a mocking rev, he pushed down on the brakes to generate some friction then slammed on the gas, accelerating forward into the trailer, knocking it into the rushing currents of the river. "What the fuck Trevor?" The man yelled in disbelief. "This is the fuck, my soggy friend. You are out of business. The Azteca's are getting the fuck outta town. The Lost MC are outta business. The guns and crank in Blaine County go through Trevor Phillips Enterprises or it don't fucking move at all! Comprende amigo?" Trevor bit out with barrel of his shotgun in the man's face. Ortega stammered out an answer with his hands raised. "Okay. You win! I'll skip town. But my boys won't like it. They'll come for you, you know that right. Varrios Los Aztecas won't take it that easy." Trevor chuckled, "With what leader?" A shot rang out through the air, Ortega falling into the river like a heavy bag of rice, floating down stream. "That's one last headache. Now kiddies, Let's make some moves. Natsuko, the Chinese are with you. Wade, you better have some fucking answers for me by tomorrow night. Ron, I need you to hang out with chef. We need to push these products hard. " Trevor commanded walking back to his truck. "I actually found some relatively good information as far as the ghost goes, I'll inform you after the meeting with the connect. I expect those Aztecas won't take this ass whipping laying down, so you should stick around the shop with Chef instead of Ron. They will be hunting for you, you know?" Natsuko said. Trevor hummed in thought. "On second thought, Ron you're on CEO duties. Do what you regularly do. I don't want any fuck ups."

Well, that's exactly what he got.

Translation: Jinton: Mueisho is Swift release shadow less flight allows the user to move instantaneously, striking and attacking while not obtaining damage. Think of Hiruko in I believe it was Blood prison. Not too sure which movie it was...

EDITED: Friday Apr 5, 2019

So I added a few things, took away a couple. I'm working hard on editing this while I have energy Haha. If you have any questions, My DMs are open. Reviews are welcome. Flames ignored because honestly, I have a mouth on me too and just because you're behind a screen doesn't mean I won't hurt your feelings. Thanks for all the kind reviews and follows. I will try to continue being consistent with this story. Forgive me if I don't update asap. Thank you to everyone patiently waiting and supporting me. Much loveeee.