In the game, Michael (or Lupin, in this story) goes to a psychologist. I felt that whole part of the game was pointless, as too much of the "advice" seemed repeated. I'm sure if I payed more attention I'd say "Oh, it was there because of this", but when it came to those parts of the game I kind of blanked out. And so, that whole thing is removed. A lot of other things will be changed or removed, as I don't want this to be a complete copy of the game, since it follows a lot of it already. And since Goemon replaces Franklin, it'll be all Asian gang crap, but not, since I'm not into gang lingo and stuff.

Chapter 2

Present Day

"Hey Lupin," Fujiko, Lupin's wife, said as she walked into the kitchen of their spacious Rockford Hills home. "I have an appointment today with my tennis coach, so we'll have to cancel coffee."

"Whatever," Lupin said as he sat at the table and read the paper. "And it's Nipul, remember? You need to stop calling me Lupin."

Fujiko huffed up. "I don't know why you had to pick that stupid name. It barely worked the first time."

"It totally worked! Nobody knew who I was on that boat!"

"You keep telling yourself that. If I could see through that idiotic disguise..."

"It was clever, okay? Not idiotic. And what would you know? You were found out the second you got that job."

"I was not, Lupin," Fujiko said, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Damn it," Lupin, the man now known as Arsene Nipul, sighed. "I don't even see why you care. People still call you Fujiko."

"Except when I'm called "Mrs. Nipul" and have to put up with the snorts and giggles from people nearby," Fujiko said with a glare. "But, other than that, yeah, life is great."

"So you have big tits. Who cares?"

Fujiko huffed up and stomped out of the room.

Lupin sighed. He set the paper down on the table and stood. "I'm going to the beach," he said to no one as he grabbed his keys and walked out to his black Tailgater.

...

"Hey, Nipul," the pudgy man behind the hot dog cart said as Lupin walked up. "How's things?"

Lupin shrugged. "Same as always, I guess," he grinned.

"I hear you, man. The usual?"

Lupin nodded.

The man placed a hot dog in a bun and began loading it with toppings. "I think in another month I'll be able to get that house me and the wife have been looking at. The one up near Vinewood Hills."

"Hey, that's great, Tony. Is your son still taking over the business?"

"He says he is, but we'll see about that. Kids around here grow up to be so selfish." He wrapped the hot dog up and handed it to Lupin.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Lupin said unhappily. He started to reach into his pocket for his wallet when he was stopped.

"This one's on me," Tony said with a smile. "Once the will is processed, I'll be a rich lazy ass schlub like you, eh?"

"Livin' the life," Lupin grinned. He held the hot dog up and gently waved it. "Thanks for lunch."

"Sure thing. Maybe we can play tennis some time, eh?"

Lupin laughed and shook his head. He walked off to a bench and sat down, staring off at the horizon as he ate his hot dog.

"Well, it's gotta be around here somewhere," a young Japanese man with short hair said to his friend, a younger Japanese man with long hair and wearing traditional samurai clothing.

"Maybe if you got the address, that could have helped," the other man said.

"Come on, Goemon. I got the address. I just forgot it. Lost the paper or somethin'. At least I know the name of the place."

Goemon sighed and rolled his eyes. "You are so useless sometimes, Tatsuo."

"Tch, whatever." He looked over and spotted Lupin on the bench. "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me where the Bertolt Beach House is?"

"Nope, sorry," Lupin said.

"What are you doing?" Goemon said, grabbing Tatsuo by the arm and yanking him away from Lupin.

"Actually," Lupin said as he pointed, "it's that house with the yellow stairs."

"Thank you, sir," Tatsuo said. "See?" he then said to Goemon.

"I'm shocked you didn't tell him why we were looking for the house. I'm sure he'd be interested in hearing about a couple of out-of-place guys who are going to steal some cars."

Tatsuo scoffed. "We're repossessing them, man. There's a difference. Tch, I thought Simeon explained this stuff to you already."

"He did, but it still doesn't make it right," Goemon muttered unhappily as he and Tatsuo walked up to the house.

"I thought this was wanted you wanted, man. Makin' money the legal way. That's why you left the gang, wasn't it?" Tatsuo hopped the side wall and snuck towards the back of the house.

Goemon looked around before hopping the wall, then hurried forward to catch up with his friend. "That was one of the reasons. Killing people for the sake of killing them wasn't really all that fun."

Tatsuo looked back at him and laughed. "You're too straight, man."

The two reached the edge of the house and peeked around the corner.

"There they are," Tatsuo said, two expensive sports cars sitting in the driveway.

Goemon just stared at the cars.

"Come on, Goemon," Tatsuo said in annoyance. "You're actin' all goody two shoes here, yet this guy leases these cars on bad credit and you don't wanna fix that? Pick a side, man."

Goemon watched as Tatsuo hopped into one of the cars and hot-wired it. He sighed and walked to the other car, happy to see the keys already in the ignition.

"Race you to the dealership," Tatsuo said with a laugh as he sped off down the street.

Goemon rolled his eyes and started the car, backing up and taking it easy as he drove away from the house.

Ten minutes later Goemon pulled into the back lot of Premium Deluxe Motorsport, his place of employment. Tatsuo was already there, leaning against the car with a smug look on his face.

"Oh, look, grandma finally shows up," he joked as Goemon parked next to him.

"It's no use wrecking a car and losing another paycheck," Goemon said as he got out of the car.

Tatsuo rolled his eyes as the two walked towards the building. "I said I was sorry. God, how was I supposed to know that semi was gonna just pull right in front of me like that?"

"You weren't even supposed to be driving that car. I told you that when you saw it."

"Yeah? And I'm sure you weren't even supposed to be bringin' it home. Tryin' to impress the ladies?" he teased as he nudged Goemon.

Goemon glared at him and kept walking.

Inside of the showroom was Simeon Yetarian, a tall and thin Armenian man with an accent who owned the business. He was in the process of talking to a young brown haired woman with obvious fake breasts.

"I just, like, want a car," the girl whined in her valley girl accent. "And this one is cute!"

"I already said I refuse to sell a car to a racist man hater like you," Simeon said in an angry tone. He looked over as Goemon and Tatsuo walked up to him. "This racist man hater will not leave," he told them as he pointed to the girl, who looked stunned at the accusation.

"What's the problem," Goemon asked as he glared at her.

"Th-there isn't one," she said as she took a step back from him. "And I'm, like, not a racist or anything!"

"You better not be," Tatsuo said. "Because you're dealing with an international businessman."

"Well said," Simeon said. "Although, maybe she isn't a racist and doesn't hate men. But she still isn't getting this car."

"But, why?" the girl whined while stomping her right foot.

"What you need, little lady," Tatsuo said while flashing a cheesy smile, "is one of those little smart cars. It'll fit that sexy little body of yours."

"Yes," Simeon agreed. "Plus it'll be better to fit your budget."

"Tch, like, I don't have a budget," the girl said with a roll of her eyes.

"And watch the master at work," Tatsuo muttered to Goemon.

Goemon stared at him for a moment before looking back at Simeon. "Mister Yetarian, is there anything else you need?"

Simeon looked at Goemon and shook his head. "I think we're done for the day."

Goemon nodded and started to walk away. "Are you coming, Tatsuo?"

"Whatever, man," Tatsuo said, annoyed he was going to miss the sly salesman work his magic.

"So, Heather, did you want to take this for a spin?" Simeon asked the girl. "How about you sit in it and I'll take your picture. I'm sure you'll see it's perfect for you."

"Um, like, okay..." Heather said hesitantly. She got inside the car and sat down.

"Oh, it's perfect," Simeon said as he took a picture with his phone. "The small size accentuates your large... well, your curves."

Tatsuo chuckled and shook his head as he walked out of the showroom and to Goemon's car. "Another sale for the bossman," he said as he sat inside and closed the door.

"It's dishonest what he does," Goemon remarked as he drove out of the lot.

"All I care about is the paycheck, man. Hopin' to save up enough to hook up with some sexy ass."

Goemon gave him an unsure look.

"Which, mentioning sexy ass, your aunt Mika's still single, right?" Tatsuo wondered with a hopeful grin.

"I... I guess so... I'm not sure she'd like someone like you, though."

Tatsuo laughed. "From what I heard, she likes her men young and plenty hard."

"Let's just stop with this conversation," Goemon said with a sickened look.

Tatsuo laughed and kept quiet for the rest of the trip.

Goemon pulled the car into the driveway of a small unattractive one story house. He and Tatsuo got out of the vehicle and walked across the cracked cement to the front patio, the bricks of it broken and a few of them missing. "I'll see you tomorrow," Goemon said.

"I can't even come in to take a piss?" Tatsuo scoffed. "Tch, whatever, man. See you around." He walked off and gave a wave.

Goemon walked into the house and to the kitchen, walking through the tiny living room on the way, only to find his aunt straddling the lap of a man in a business suit.

"Goemon," she said in shock as she jumped up and to her feet. "How nice to see you." She flashed him a smile, one that clearly didn't hide the anger she was feeling at that moment.

Goemon looked away and walked to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of tea and walking towards the hallway. "I'll be in my room."

"Oh, that's just my nephew. Now, where were we?" Goemon heard his aunt say before he closed his door.

In the game, Michael is Michael Townley at the beginning, but in the present he goes by Michael De Santa. And since the game is visual and all, it's obvious who he is. So I added the beginning part to sort of explain why Lupin is being called Nipul. Also, Lupin's car is a Tailgater, which is a pricy looking four door sedan. Just because it was Michael's car in the game and all the cool looking speedy sports cars I randomly looked at only seated two. Not sure why I threw that in, but more information is good. Or something. xD