I do not own Senran Kagura or The Grand Theft Auto series.

Note: If you are here for the Senran Kagura part then you will have to wait, first we have to go through the GTA online story(or whatever there is that resembles a storyline) then we will go into that.

Hello Los Santos is my first thought as I hear the announcement ring above me and the flight attendant helping the passengers get their stuff down. I check my phone and notice the message from my online friend, Lamar, saying he was approaching the airport to pick me up.

Lamar is a friend I met online a while before I moved to Los Santos, he was actually the one to convince me to move to Los Santos since my parents passed away a few weeks ago, may their souls rest in peace. Lamar is a tall african-american Families member, a gang in Los Santos, with a boisterous voice and good intentions. Usually, anyway, he found my LifeInvader page a few months ago, and we started messaging a bit, fast-forward a few months, and we have the death of my parents, after the funeral Lamar was able to convince me to move to Los Santos. With nothing left in my hometown and no real connections due to my blunt and quiet disposition along with my introversion.

My looks come from my dad, while my attitude comes from my mom. My dad, Anthony Larkin, is a tall man with brown curly hair usually slicked back giving him a slightly rebellious look, add in his sharp eyes and square chin, he could attract any girl. My mother, Saika Larkin, on the other hand, had rounder, kinder eyes but was a yandere. In the end I was made, a 6 foot man with slicked back brown hair and a square chin with relaxed but sharp brown eyes.

I feel the cold November chill bite my legs as well as my forearms as I leave the airport with my bag of clothing. I see a muscle car pull up and hear a boisterous voice say," What that shit do ya big ol' pimp you," following a laugh that I couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. I hear a door close and Lamar walking towards me while saying,"I see you up in this motherfucker. That's what I'm talking about, c'mon and holla at'cha boy."

I walk over and give him a tap to the forearm,"Well if it isn't my lamppost of a friend, good to finally meet ya."

"Yeah man," Lamar starts," after all that time in LifeInvader? Man, we friends in real life now. Look at you dude," he takes a moment to look me up and down,"you like smaller than you look in your pictures."

I look at him in confusion while he just continues,"Ah shit, it don't matter."

He starts walking to the driver's seat as I put my bag in the trunk of his car and walked towards the front passenger's side. Lamar catches my attention by saying,"Ei, I heard you wasn't a big talker, right? That said, probably need to get settled in, got that jet lag, ya know?" I close the door as he continues,"So I got a lil' gift for ya."

To my utter surprise he shows me a simple pistol with nothing special and 3 separate magazines," Welcome to Los Santos," he passes the gun to me as I inspect it with confusion and curiosity. Why would I need it? Lamar intrudes my train of thought by saying,"Untraceable. You gotta love that, who your partner is man?"

I accept the handshake that was offered to me as Lamar starts the car and starts talking,"Man, dawg I'm glad you're here man, there're all kinds of opportunities here in Los Santos," as I heard this a memory surfaces of my father tutoring me in business, three things he said is that the playing field should never be advantageous to your opposition and should it be, go all-or-nothing to shift the advantage to you, finally that business is something no sane man would ever participate in, especially illegally. Well considering my father was both an illegal and legal businessman that kinda skewed my moral compass. He was raised to believe that money is more important than bonds but that belief was changed by my mother.

My train of thought was interrupted as I noticed that Lamar had started talking amidst my reminiscing,"- don't even trip man ya boy know people all over town, like ya boy Hao, he is like hands-down the best mechanic in town, or the other boy Simeon man, he is like the best bullshit artist in town, or we can go fuck with G, or any of the other homies from Families for that matter, we straight. Matter of fact we gon' howl up on Hao, see if we can get you a race."

"I'll think about the Family thing," I say," although this Franklin you told me about sounds interesting."

"He is man, though he don't come around as much," I could hear some nostalgia in his voice," used to pose as this Mercutio motherfucker 'till a few days ago he called about how his boys, Trevor and Michael, were being creeped up on by these FIB cats and Merryweather motherfuckers."

Lamar proceeded to regale me the tale of how his friend and his mentors had a showdown with the FIB and Merryweather. The whole thing was interesting and kept my attention the whole time as the Los Santos scenery passed by, this reminds me of my yandere mother. My parents loved each other dearly along with me but my mother was raised to cherish bonds more than money so she would be very possessive and would fight bears if it meant we would be safe, this was tempered as I grew up since she knew I could protect myself but was still easily jealous when dad talked with other women. Now my mom is from a line of fighters so she is very strong as well as stubborn, something I inherited.

You are probably wondering how mom was able to change my dad's belief that money was more important than bonds, well they fell in love. Once that happened he couldn't muster the strength to refuse her reasonable demands, after that it didn't matter if the richest woman was to propose to him he would refuse because, and I quote,"No amount of money could make me happier than waking up in the morning and seeing your mom's smile."

As I think this sweat starts running down my head as a chill runs down my spine. Please, for the love of god, I hope I didn't inherit my mom's yandereness.

As fate would have it, he did not in fact inherit his mother's yandereness but did inherit her bloodlust and enhanced capabilities. A fact he will be grateful for later when this bloodlust and abilities grant him the boost he needs to go toe-to-toe against the secret side of the world, but for now he has to deal with the illegal side of the world.

A ring snaps me out of my thoughts, as I open my phone I see a notification from my phone. A reminder I set to check out my house they bought me along with a garage. My parents also left me a note that there are a few surprises in store for me if I found them, at least there are a few cool things like 1 mil and a vortex motorcycle along with a zombie chopper bike.

I slide my phone in the pocket of my shorts as Lamar pulls up in a parking lot,"Wait outside, I'll see if I can get you something nice to ride in," he develops a shit-eating grin,"or stare at the back of my car."

"Har har, very funny," I sarcastically start as I get out,"you know you don't really have to-."

He interrupts me before I finish,"But I want to, besides yo old folks prolly gon' give you something I can't have ridin' along with me homie, and that's unacceptable."

I gave him the bird as I got out of his car and headed to his open trunk to get my luggage. As I wait outside I hear Lamar call me,"Hey man, Hao said he only got a Elegy, you want him to bring it over?"

"Yeah man," I respond as I look at the websites and this shifty app called 'SecuroServ'. Why is there a website to order weapons of war? Or one where you can buy foreclosed properties? And why does one of the bunkers and motorcycle clubhouses have a symbol next to them? I open the SecuroServ app to see what it has, become a VIP for $50k? Do VIP work? The app's weirder than the websites, 'Headhunter'? 'Sightseer'?

I close the app as I see a racing car, the Annis Elegy RH8, pull up, a guy who I presume is Hao says,"Here ya go," while extending his hand.

I give him a handshake while thanking him. I enter the driver's seat and get out of the parking lot while waiting for Lamar. I hear the hum of Lamar's engine as he pulls up next to me and says,"Right up here homie, I'm 'bouta go nice and slow for yo' bitchass," which makes me laugh and respond,"That's nice, maybe say that when you're not gonna lose."

We wait for the light to turn green, and not even a moment later the squealing of tires is heard as the light turns green and Lamar overtakes me but I pick up the slack and catch up right behind him as he blocks anyway for me to overtake him. A left turn is approaching quickly so I drive on the left lane and weave around oncoming traffic leaving us even until the left turn.

I grab the hand brake and turn, drifting me right next to Lamar's Emperor,"What in the-?" before he could finish we had to turn right and I had to relax a bit so I don't crash. Soon we're neck and neck when I drive into the left lane onto oncoming traffic,"Shit!" I drift onto the sidewalk to avoid the cars and letting Lamar overtake me on the right.

I grit my teeth as I speed to catch up to him, I see my speedometer hit 90 mph as I approach the right we had to take. He was passing the right and I was catching up so I grabbed the hand brake and drifted hard enough that I felt the tail-end of my car scrape some of the parked cars in the left lane. While regaining my speed after the turn, I hear Lamar call out,"Yo,What the-?" I interrupt him before he could finish,"Imma go nice and slow for yo' bitch-ass Lamar."

I hear him call out,"Ah hell nah," and continue racing. I myself am weaving around oncoming traffic while laughing in happiness, I found it, mom, dad, I found what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna rule this city and live how I want to.

I drift the final turn and speed to where the finish line and cross it before Lamar who crosses it not too long after. I head to the lot we were in the beginning and park while breathing heavily from the rush and happiness. While I'm calming down a memory floats to the forefront of my mind.

Flashback

My mother is cooking something delectable if what I'm smelling is right while my father is reading the newspaper when I ask,"Mom, Dad, what should I do when I grow up."

My mom and dad just look at each other and smile before dad says,"Whatever you want, it's your life, ain't it?" Mom says,"Be a businessman, a celebrity, an author, anything as long as you are happy."

"Even be a criminal?" I ask.

"Anything, just remember," my mom starts," you will regret, that's inevitable, but do not let this be what you feel the most, so long as you can smile without faking it or laugh without forcing yourself then you should be fine."

My dad decided to add his two cents,"Find love and make unbreakable bonds that'll last a lifetime, aside from that well… make your own morals no matter how weird they are and overall grow."

My mom interrupts before my dad could continue serving me some delicious eggs and bacon and my dad a coffee,"What we're trying to say is," she puts a hand over my cheek and looks me in the eye,"In the end, grow into a man that can proudly tell us what they did during their life and laugh about it no matter how much you regret,"

"Okay," I say in childish innocence.

Flashback Over

I get out of the car as I hear Lamar arguing over the phone with someone,"Man get off my phone with this bullshit,"I hear him say before ending the call.

"Hey man, what it do," he says as he walks over to me and gives me a fist bump,"That was some fine racing homie, hey I know ya ain't lacking in cheese but if you're looking to make some, the Vagos and the Ballas are having a meeting, putting aside their, 'cultural differences' or what-the-fuck-ever."

I interrupt before he can continue,"Let me guess, a big exchange of merchandise is going down and you want me to-," Lamar interjects with,"Shake up the free-market economy a bit."

I pause for a bit, pondering on how much better that sounds than what I was thinking then nod at him as he heads towards his car and I head towards mine. I open the trunk and see my luggage there, I open the bag and pull out some sunglasses, a skull bandanna that covers the lower half of my face, and a hat with the word 'trickster' on it. I put on the glasses and the hat and put the mask in a pocket on my cargo shorts. Finally, I put the magazines in the other pocket of my cargo shorts and put on a gray and green splinter armored gloves.

Now ready I get in my Elegy and drive towards my destination which, if I'm right, is under the Olympic Freeway.

As I drive there while ignoring all traffic laws and bopping my head to rap, my thoughts drift towards the need of an aux cord, the ads are annoying and weird. Now after a few close calls of crashing and blatant disregard for speeding laws and driving safety laws I'm there.

I park on the other side of the opening and put on my mask so my features are mostly indistinguishable, I see some gang members around the entrance. I sneak to the right entrance and notice how it would be hard for me to do this stealthily but not impossible. I crouch near the entrance as a Ballas member comes out, probably for a routine check, as quick as possible I grab his left arm and wrench the pistol out of it before raising it and bringing it down on his forehead consequently knocking him out.

I unload the pistol and put the magazine in with the others before crouching and sneaking behind my next victim. I cover his mouth and drag him behind the crate he was stationed and pulled him behind a crate and stomp his face before he can recover. So far, so good.

I see that the 2 entrances connect into an exit behind the dealer's back, an easy escape. Too bad I'm here, I drop all pretenses of stealth as I come out and fire my gun at the dealer.

Bang!"What the fu-oof," before he could get out the surprise of the dealer being shot I punch his jaw hard enough to knock him out. I grab the drugs and hold it in my left hand while the quickly comforting recoil of the pistol and shoot at the Ballas and Vagos.

Click.Click.

Shit!The clip's empty and the gangsters know it. A Vagos member in front of me aims and fires his shotgun at me but before he could pull the trigger I hit the muzzle and shift it to the right, hitting one of the members trying to sneak up on me,"Shit, sorr-," I dig my knee into his gut then shift it so my knee is in the midpoint of the shotgun before hitting the muzzle downward so the butt hit his chin and knocking him out.

A Ballas member thought this was his chance but I shoulder charged the falling body as the other aimed his SMG at me and unloaded a clip on his friend's back but one of the bullets grazed my cheek. He stopped when he noticed what he was doing but was too late to retaliate, I shoved the now dead Vago to the Balla and grabbed the knife on the holster of the dead Vago and jam it into the throat of the Balla.

I grab the shotgun and shoot the struggling Balla in the head, killing him with a burst of hot lead. I look around and drop the shotgun near the dead Vago and Balla, I feel the regret weighing on my back but a thought came to me, They would have killed me if I didn't do anything. At this point I know what I'm doing is looking for excuses but these people are far from innocent, and that's what offset the guilt. If I went around killing people indiscriminately I would feel worse, but killing gang members gave me some respite in the fact that I killed people.

The stinging of the cut on my cheek brings me to attention as I bring up a gloved hand to wipe off the falling blood.I reloaded my pistol and head out while looking forward to being paid,"You can never have enough money," dad always said,"but never step on or betray the trust put upon you by the ones you care for. Money is easily gained, trust? Not so easy. If you fight together, bleed together, take a bullet for each other, then you have gained a companion that will help you through thick and thin."

By the time I was out of memory lane, I was already getting in my car. As I started it up I put the drugs next to me and switch the radio so it puts rap. Lamar texted me where I was supposed to bring the drugs. I set the location on my phone and proceed to drive there with rap playing in the silence and disregarding all laws concerning driving.

Once there I get out of the car and enter what looks like an apartment complex, Lamar is easily distinguishable in the lonely courtyard. He notices me as I walk over with the package,"Hey G! Come out man, my folk's here."

A door opens as a man wearing a fedora, I think, comes out he's not like Lamar, with a quiet disposition and a fatter body, unlike Lamar's lankier body and louder disposition,"Well goddamn you antisocial motherfucker, you gon' speak?"

After some silence the man finally says,"Hey," and I just nod at him.

Lamar interrupts before anything else can be said,"See? I told you, ya'll gonna get along great, y'all can take this shit on the road and have your ventriloquist act going on, maybe you can stick your hand up his ass. Give him the dough."

G just says,"Yeah," as he gives me the money while I give him the drugs,"Here, it's right, don't bother counting. You got anything else interesting, bring it my way."

Lamar starts talking," What'd I tell ya, what'd I tell ya muthafucka, he like you, and now we got you some bread, what you need to do is get you some motherfucking gear, 'cause you look bummy as fuck," I look him in the eye and just sigh in exasperation while he keeps talking,"Can't be walking around with me looking like that, you need to better reperesentate yourself, y'know what I'm talking about?"

A door interrupts him as I notice a distinct lack of Gerald," Hey G, don't get lost fool, c'mon-."

"Later," I say as I exit the complex.

I start setting the destination to the nearest clothing store, noticing the setting sun. After a bit of driving I found a clothing store that looked pretty cheap, I entered as the attendant greeted me. I walked to the sweaters and looked around, I saw my Link Trickster snapback and noticed some olive tactical boots. I liked how they looked so I picked them up, I also noticed some low-crotch jeans, I decided to buy 2 of the color black, blue, and gray. I also bought some black t-shirts and white v-necks,what caught my eye the most is the white varsity jacket with black sleeves and a "T" on the front and the word,"Trickster," on the back with black letters.

I brought my stuff to the lady and once she scanned everything, she said,"$5585."

I just sighed and paid and was out of there. As I opened the car and placed the bag with my clothes on the seat next to me and put on the varsity jacket, I got a call from Lamar,"Hey man, just calling to see how you settling in, if you ever need some cheese there is no lack of people who need some 'problems' cleaned up. Hell, call me and I'll prolly have something for you, for now though try holding up a store. Easy way to make quick money, pop the cashier or make him get the money. Also the cops will be on your ass so you better be ready for a chase."

I hung up as I see the store Lamar was talking about. I make sure the gun's loaded and head in.

As I enter the cashier welcomes me and I just nod and head to the back, I put on my skull bandanna and prepare myself. As I step out the cashier seems to know what was happening and was expecting shouting but was surprised to feel a bullet whiz past his ear and pop the cigarettes behind him. He looked back at me as I pointed the gun at him then the register he gets to it but he was taking too long so I shot near him to hurry up,"I'm going as fast as I can here!"

I ignore him and implore him to hurry up by shooting at the product behind him. As I heard the click of an empty magazine the cashier drops the bag of money on the floor. I reloaded the pistol and grabbed the bag. Only for the cashier to pull out a gun and shoot at me as I leave. You know what? Sure, let's go with that. I rolled out of the way before he could hit me only to see a police cruiser waiting for me outside. I sighed internally as I shot at the cops but shooting has never been my strong point so a lot of the shots missed but I was able to nail one on the head.

I get in my car and drive while listening to the police scanner go off on my robbery as I drive away and notice they lost sight of me. I quickly turned into an alleyway and stayed there until the police scanner quieted down. Once it quieted enough for me to leave, I got a text from a man named Simeon. It said,"Hello my friend, I am Simeon. Lamar told me about you. Why don't you go to the Los Santos Customs and get your car a respray, free of charge of course."

I didn't deem it the time to answer and only headed off to the nearest Los Santos Custom in Burton.

Once there the garage opened and the mechanic called out,"Hey, pick out anything you want, on Simeon's tab of course." I got out as he passed me a clipboard and looked at what he could do. I obviously got the tracker and the insurance, aside from that I put the primary color as galaxy blue and secondary as black, a double vented hood, a neon kit on all sides with the color being blacklight, a roll cage so the roof doesn't cave in on me and replace the wheels with a design called shadow.

"Alright just wait outside for an hour or you can give me your address and I can drive it there,"I pondered on this for a bit before writing the address of my house so he could drive it there,"Ok, then, see ya."

I waved as I walked out of the garage and looked around for something to do. I enjoy walking a bit and it's getting late, I leave the alley as I check the map on my phone to see anything that interests me. I noticed there was a park called Mirror Park a ways from my current location.

Mind made up as I stand in the middle of the road to stop a gray muscle car from moving, I open the door and pull the man from the driver's seat and drive off towards Mirror Park.

As I park at the North end of the Park I hear gunfire and laughter,"Well boys," the leader starts,"seems we won't be lonely tonight,"then a gunshot and a feminine scream were heard and a male grunt of surprise and fear.

My hand is twitching towards my pistol, while I may kill, lie and steal for money, but no matter how much you pay me, I refuse to participate in human trafficking or rape and am more than ready to kill the rapist or unravel a human trafficking ring. I ready my pistol and hide behind a wall with a gangster walking right around it. He has a shotgun so I grab the muzzle and pull him towards me and shoot his head point blank, bringing attention to me.

I grab the shotgun and aim at the gangster close to me and shoot, killing the man I was aiming at and scraping the men next to him. I went back to cover as I heard the leader scream,"Come out or I'll add another hole to his head," he had the male in a hold and holding a pistol against his head. The male was slightly taller than I am and has straight blonde hair with blue eyes, he was wearing some blue jeans and a white shirt.

His hair covers his eyes as I hear him mumble something,"What was that,"the gangster leader interrupts,"say it!"

The blonde man just yells,"I said fuck off," before headbutting the leader and giving me an opportunity to shoot at the man's head. As the man fell I saw the man jump to the right and grab the leader's pistol and aimed at a man to his right that was gonna grab the woman.

I just pump the shotgun and shoot the last cartridge at a thug going towards me before grabbing ahold of the hot muzzle and swinging the shotgun at the head of the last gangster with a loud crack as he fell to the floor.

I see there are a few boxes around us and stomp on them to break them, I moved the wood boards around and found some money, which I grabbed, and a special carbine with 3 extra mags. I grabbed the special carbine and hid it in my varsity jacket and hid the mags as the blonde man came up to me with an SMG on his hand and a suffering look,"Why? Fucking hell, why?"

The blonde man's outburst surprises me as he continues,"God I just killed someone, my life's already shitty why'd you have to add this," he pauses as he starts venting to me,"First, an alcoholic and drug addict for a mother, a gambler for a abusive father, crippling debt, now the LSPD on my ass for murder-"

I interrupted before he could continue,"Technically he was a gangster so no one should miss him," the blonde man stops pacing and looks at me incredulously,"probably."

He just kept staring at me before he just fell on his knee and the SMG clattered uselessly to his side,"Fuck man, FUCK! Wish I could just wipe it all away," his voice trails off as I see him looking at the pistol and knew what he was thinking.

I gently crouch and firmly grab his arm before he could act on his thoughts,"No, you can't," He looks at me betrayed as I continue,"What about the people you care about, that care for you," he starts looking ashamed and just looks at me,"What about the people you wanna show wrong and laugh at their faces as you're the last thing they'll see," his eyes start becoming stormy like thunder about to strike,"so help me, I'm not a good person, I'm not that rich, and I'm playing a game I don't know the rules to, but fuck it," finally I get up and lower my bandanna and give him a small smile,"in this game of poker we play luck is everything."

I turn around and walk away and say,"But, just because we play poker doesn't mean we'll play by the rules laid out to us."

I leave the park as I get in my stolen car and drive towards my apartment.

Once there, I take off my clothes and put on some shorts and a sleeveless shirt and fall on my bed, barely remembering to text Lamar if he has any job for us. With that done, I fall asleep hoping for a better tomorrow.