TROUBLE IN YOKOSUKA! part two
A fanfic about Shenmue!
If you didn't know that already, turn off the computer.
as fast as he could. He blazed down the bustling streets of the city, weaving in and out of
traffic. Naoyuki was used to riding his motorcycle, and was quite proficient with doing such
maneuvering. A few cars honked as he passed them and cut in front of them, only to pass
the next car. A grin came across Naoyuki's face. He loved riding his motorcycle. It gave him
such a great feeling. A real rush.
"I feel so alive!" He shouted. He then accelerated to the bike's top speed. He was now coming
up to an intersection. No worries entered Naoyuki's head, however, because he had a green light. There was no oncoming traffic to be seen. Following all laws of driving motorized bicycles,
Naoyuki entered the intersection at a blinding speed.
But Naoyuki did not see the large, dirty hot dog truck come barreling through a red light heading
straight for the poor young man on his motorcycle. At the wheel was Tom, who once again was
fiddling around with radio, not paying much attention to the road, obviously. Seated right next to
Tom was Fuku-san, who was also trying to fix the radio.
"I'm telling you, this thing will work! It's just on da 'fritz,' mon'!" stated Tom, who was busily
jamming a screwdriver into the cassette deck.
"How's that going to help?" asked Fuku-san, pointing at the screwdriver.
"This, mon', is a tool. We use tools to fix things!" explained Tom, while forcefully shoving the
screwdriver in further to the cassette deck.
"It looks like you broke it..." sighed Fuku.
"How can you tell!?" asked Tom, who was now looking under his seat for the penny he dropped, while still jabbing around with that screwdriver
"The radio's on fire." noted Fuku-san.
Tom looked up to the radio, only to see that it really was on fire. "HOLY CRAP MON'!" he shouted, looking for a cup of water or a rag or anything he thought would put out the fire. All while going 50 mph in a 35 zone.
It was then Tom heard a familiar noise. "THUD!" under the right wheel of his truck.
"What was that!?" asked Tom, all too disoriented.
"I think it was Naoyuki, but it could've been Kurita-san, I can't tell" said Fuku-san.
"You saw him!? Why didn't you say anything?!" yelled Tom.
"You were busy looking for a cup or something."
Tom looked at Fuku in awe.
"Hey!! One thing at a time. The fire's spreading." pointed out Fuku-san.
Now the entire dashboard was ablaze. Tom was still frantically driving, desperate to arrive
at the Harbor before Ryo. He figured he could still get a few more minutes out of this truck
before the fire spread to the steering wheel. Tom had already killed three people, what did
hitting some kid on his bike matter?
It was then Tom heard another "THUD." This time it was a young boy, who ran out into the
street to get his soccer ball.
"Hey, Tom, I'd hate to tell you this but..." started Fuku.
"Nah, mon', I saw the little guy. This time I just didn't give a crap." replied Tom.
Now, you'd think that with all this stuff happening in Yokosuka, there would be dozens of
police officers already in hot pursuit of the large grimy hot dog truck that was somewhat
on fire and had just hit two people. However, In the city of Yokosuka, they couldn't really
afford to pay many police officers, so they mostly went by the honor system. Sadly, Tom
was American so he knew not of this honor code. But little did he know that the entire
police force was at the very harbor that Tom was driving maniacally to get to.
Meanwhile, over at the harbor, the entire police force of Yokosuka was gathered at the
harbor lounge. All two of them.
"So uh....you see the new warehouse they built?" asked officer Tajikawa, stirring his coffee.
"Yeah...yeah." said officer Bronson, taking a sip of his own coffee. "Warehouse number 17,
is it?"
"Yessir. 17." replied officer Tajikawa.
Officer Bronson made some sort of 'hmph' noise of acknowledgement. Officer Bronson was
no ordinary Japanese police officer, for he wasn't! He was WHITE! His full name was Charles
Bronson, and he had been what some may have called a celebrity in America. However,
if you asked any American, they'd probably tell you he wasn't. As for me, I'd tell you just the
same. But, Mr. Bronson had been in several movies. Such erm...'classic' ....'hits'.....as
'Death Wish,' 'Death Wish 2,' and many more (Death Wish 3, Death Wish 4, Death Wish 5)!
And so, you can see why Charles Bronson fled the U.S. to come to Japan, where he was
offered a dream job that paid him easily 4 times that of which he made in the States! About
seven bucks and twenty three cents per hour! Charles was much happier working here than he
had been, well, any time in his life really. Which was sad. But he didn't care, because he was
allowed to carry any weapon he wanted to while on duty, and his choice was a rocket launcher!
Mr. Bronson had bought it with all the money he had made from all his movies back in the U.S.,
which arrived to an amount of $200 dollars. Luckily, he knew an Arabic man who sold weapons.He owned a gun shop! And he knew some creepy old white guy who had a panzer Faust and was strapped for cash! (I bet you thought I was gonna say the Arabic man had the rocket launcher, didn't you!? DIDN'T YOU!? Those kinds of jokes suck!)
Officer Tajikawa carried his own personal weapon while on duty, one of his Italian loafers. To
this day he only had to use it once, and that was only because Goro attacked a group of tourists
who refused to call him by his full name (Harbor Goro).
The police force of Yokosuka consisted of these two proud men. Well, 1 proud man and a burnt out old veteran who got a kick out of shooting anything that had a possibility of hurting something. The streets were, for the most part, free of crime. The honor system actually worked quite well.It was either that or the fact that Bronson carried an anti-tank missile with him....constantly.
Either way, Yokosuka was pretty much crime-free.
However, The police force was unaware of the mayhem being caused by Tom and Fuku-san.
There was supposed to be an H.Q. to deal with that, but officer Tajikawa's wife got tired of
operating the old c.b. radio at their house, so the officers were to simply roam the streets until
someone called them or they saw a crime being committed.
But anyway, back to Tom!
"There, I see the bus! There's Ryo in it! We can beat him there!" Exclaimed Tom, excited that
he was not too late. Tom accelerated the truck as fast as it would go, and passed the bus.
It was not because Tom's hot dog truck was faster than the old city bus. All the smoke coming
out of Tom's truck distracted the driver of the bus, who slowed down, in fear that the truck
was going to explode or something. Now, the truck was in front of the bus, spewing smoke behind it, effectively working as a smoke screen.
"Allright mon', now we gotta slow that bus down!" Said Tom to Fuku. "Get in the back and hurl
anything you find that might slow it down!"
Fuku-san went into the back part of the truck, where the hot dog stand was. Inside it all he found were year-old hotdogs, some buns that were now solid as wood, and boxes and boxes of rat-poison.
"Hey what's all this rat-poison for?" yelled Fuku to the front, where Tom was.
"Rats!" answered Tom, obnoxiously. "Duh!"
Fukuhara started hurling the boxes of rat poison out the back of the truck, at the oncoming bus.
The bus didn't really swerve or anything dramatic. It came to a complete stop. Fuku-san could
see the driver getting out to carry the boxes to the sidewalk, where they wouldn't be in the way.
"Allright! We did it!" shouted Fuku-san, being maybe just a bit too dramatic about it. "Now hurry Tom, who knows when they might start driving again!!"
Tom had the gas pedal all the way to the floor. The truck was going at an amazing 25 mph now.
The steering wheel was still not on fire, however, the engine was. But it didn't seem to matter now.
They had finally arrived at the harbor. Tom stopped the truck right in the middle of the street and
hopped into the back. He grabbed a single hotdog and gestured for Fuku to follow him. Tom was ready now, just incase Ryo would want a hot dog. There would be no truck, there would be no condiments, fresh bread or even cooked meat, but at least it was there! Tom and Fuku ran now, rushing towards the spot where Tom usually parked his truck. They left the burning Tom's hot dogs truck there, smoke and fumes spewing, right in the middle of the street.
Then along came the bus. It stopped right in front of the truck and let it's passengers out. Ryo
was the only one wanting to get out at this stop. So he got out and started heading towards
the port. Ryo noticed the burning Tom's hot dogs truck and took note of it. "Hmm." said Ryo, if
that counts as a word.
Just then Tom's hot dogs truck EXPLODED into a huge fiery mushroom cloud. There was
petroleum spewing everywhere, catching other things on fire, such as the bus that Ryo had
just exited. The bus blew up. Pieces of glass and mangled flesh from the passengers were
sent flying in a several hundred foot radius. Ryo didn't see any of this, for his back was turned
the entire time, as he was walking towards the port. Ryo took note of the smoke and fire
everywhere. He noticed the blood and burning flesh sent flying, some of it landing on his jacket,
and said "Hmm. Raining blood." in his usual calm, uncaring, unattached voice, and kept on walking.
AGAIN, TO BE CONTINUED! For the same reason as last time.