Kind of a blah chapter to throw some things into the story. There was no script for this part and I didn't want to watch a playthrough so I just used the summary and wrote whatever. Just trying to get through this to get to more exciting stuff.

Chapter 6

Goemon sat up in his bed and stretched. He glanced towards the window, wincing as the rising sun was shining through the blinds.

His door was suddenly flung open, his aunt standing and glaring at him. "I have a class starting in fifteen minutes," she said gruffly. "The girls will be over soon, so get your butt out of bed and out of the house. I do not need you here when they arrive."

Goemon glared at his aunt and let out a guttural reply. He then flinched as she slammed his door shut. With a long sigh, he threw the blankets off and started to get dressed.

"Out out out," his aunt said as she nearly pushed him out the front door. "And don't come back until evening. Maybe you can find yourself a job and make an honest living."

Goemon said nothing as the door was slammed behind him.

"Hey hey," Tatsuo said as he and one of the guys from the Dragons gang, a tall man everyone called Legs, walked down the sidewalk towards the house.

"Tatsuo," Goemon said. He turned his head towards Legs and glared at him.

"Good to see you, too, asshole," Legs muttered.

"Got anything planned today?" Tatsuo asked Goemon, who shook his head no. "Then you're comin' with us. Come on. We're takin' your car."

"What are we doing?" Goemon wondered, not even interested in helping his friend.

"Legs needs to meet some guys and make a pick-up," Tatsuo answered.

Goemon glared at Legs. "You just got out of prison yesterday. Can't wait to get back?"

"Tch, fuck you," Legs answered.

"Okay, ladies," Tatsuo said with a roll of his eyes. "Goemon, you don't even need to do nothin'. Me and Legs, we got this. Just sit your pasty ass in the car while we do the work."

Legs laughed. "Isn't that how it always worked? Dumb brat never did anything."

Tatsuo groaned. "Look, Goemon, ignore him. Could you just drive us down to the recycling center? Please? My car got booted last night. Sucks balls, man. Stupid cops."

"Or rather stupid Tatsuo who never pays any of his tickets," Goemon said.

Legs laughed at this. "Mister Clean over here. Preach it, mister! Tell us how we can all save ourselves from the devil!"

Tatsuo laughed, then quickly turned and punched Legs in the face.

"Shit, man," Legs said as he held the side of his face. "What the hell was that for?"

"Bein' a dick. Let's just get to the center and get this over with, okay?"

Goemon sighed and walked towards his car.

Tatsuo got into the front seat while Legs sat in the back.

"Yo, Mister Clean," Legs said. "We gotta stop at the Ammu-Nation for a little something extra."

Goemon hesitated.

"You don't have to be involved, man," Tatsuo said.

"By driving you into the middle of a shoot-out?" Goemon wondered.

Tatsuo laughed and shrugged. "You can drive off and leave us there, if you want."

Goemon glared at Legs in the rear view mirror before looking back at the road. "I'll wait."

Three blocks from the recycling center they stopped at the Ammu-Nation, where Legs picked up a shotgun and some shells the owner had set aside for him.

Ready for whatever was waiting, Goemon drove to the center and parked the car in the lot, where three other cars sat.

Goemon waited in the car while Tatsuo and Legs got out and walked towards the middle of the center.

"So, the bitches actually came," a voice laughed from behind one of the large bins.

"Oh shit," Tatsuo muttered as D came into view, three other men from the Ballas right behind him.

"Hey, we were supposed to meet Diego," Legs said. "Who the fuck are you guys?"

"Ask you boyfriend," D laughed.

"Man, fuck you." Legs lifted up the shotgun and fired before anyone could act.

Tatsuo watched in horror as D fell to the ground, blood pouring from what had once been his face.

"Oh shit," one of the Ballas members blurted out as he stared with wide eyes at D.

"You're gonna pay for that, asshole," another member said, pulling out a gun and pointing it at Legs.

Legs and Tatsuo dove behind a dumpster as the gunfire erupted.

Goemon watched them from afar, sighing at how everything was going as usual for Legs. "Why do I bother," he wondered, putting the car in gear and speeding towards the two.

He slammed on the brakes and bolted from the car, pulling out his sword and running towards the three Ballas members. Slicing apart the bullets that came at him, Goemon continued forward, getting to the gang members and slicing apart their guns before disposing of them.

"Oh shit," Legs mumbled as he watched this. "Mister Cleans got skills."

"Get in the car," Goemon yelled as he ran towards the vehicle. He glanced up as two cars raced into the lot. "Hurry!"

Tatsuo and Legs looked back as Ballas members poured from the cars and started firing on them. They glanced quickly at each other before rushing into the car.

Goemon sped forward, farther into the lot.

"Where're you goin'?" Tatsuo wondered. "There's no back exit outta this place, man!"

Goemon said nothing as he sped towards the back fence, crashing his car through it and screeching onto the street.

"Aw yeah, Mister Clean working his magic," Legs laughed.

"You're paying to repair my car," Goemon said as he glared back at him.

From behind them came sirens and lights, the officers called to the scene chasing the car.

"Ain't no time to be gettin' into your Grandma role, man," Tatsuo said, looking back as the cops got closer.

"They're gaining on us," Legs said.

"Hang on." Goemon made a sharp left, cutting off oncoming traffic and narrowly missing a collision with a semi. He sped down the street, driving on the wrong side of the road to avoid stopped cars.

Cop cars swerved onto the street and gave chase, closing in on the vehicle and ready to slam into it.

"This ain't good, man," Legs said. "We need to move!"

Goemon drove towards an overpass, noticing a coned off area on the side, the rails and fence gone from a truck having crashed through them nights earlier.

"Oh, god, I know that look," Tatsuo said. "He's about to go crazy!"

"Mister Clean gets crazy?" Legs laughed.

"You're both fixing my car," Goemon growled before quickly turning the wheel, his car veering towards the cones.

"Oh shit," Tatsuo yelled, watching as the car drove off the overpass and soared down to the freeway below them.

The car landed with a violent thud, Goemon turning the wheel to straighten the car out as it fishtailed.

"Dude, we almost landed on top of that semi," Legs laughed. "That would have been like stunt driver shit, man!"

Goemon sped down the freeway, glancing into the mirrors at the traffic behind him. Seeing an opening he turned the wheel sharply, veering through all lanes to the off-ramp and speeding north towards the Vinewood Hills.

Taking a dirt road, he wound his way up the hills and parked behind a large bush. It was only then when he relaxed and took a deep breath.

The sirens got louder as they sped down the street and past the road, continuing on up into the hills.

"I have so much respect for you, man," Legs said as he patted Goemon on the shoulder. "You need any favors, I'm your man."

"I think I'll pass," Goemon answered. "But thank you."

"Respect, man," Legs laughed. "You gotta love this asshole!"

"That... was the most awesome thing I've seen you do," Tatsuo laughed. "Well, besides the thing you do with that sword, but I've seen that a million times. Never seen you drive like some crazy ass fool."

Goemon only stared at him.

"But, I will promise to fix your car. I know a guy. I'll pick it up tonight once things settle down and get it back to you in the mornin'. Sound cool?"

"Sure," Goemon said as he stared out in front of him.

The three sat in the car for about ten minutes until they didn't hear anymore sirens going off. Feeling it safe, Goemon backed the car up and got back onto the road, driving back to his house.

"Hey, how about a celebratory lunch at the Cluckin' Bell," Legs suggested.

Tatsuo scoffed. "Nobody eats there, man. Besides, Lucky Plucker is the place to go for chicken."

"How about we let the man of the hour decide?"

Goemon glanced at them as they stared at him. He sighed. "Cluckin' Bell is fine."

"Aw yeah, the man speaks," Legs said happily.

"Tch, whatever," Tatsuo said as he stared out the window.

It was almost two hours later when Goemon pulled up into his driveway, the three getting out of the car.

"I'll call you, man," Legs said to Tasuo as he started to walk off. "Catch you later, Goemon."

Goemon looked at him and nodded.

"So," Tatsuo said as he leaned on the back of the car. "That thing you did back there was pretty amazin'. Tamiko would be impressed. Well, as long as the whole shootout with the Ballas part wasn't mentioned, but..."

"Why are you bringing her into this?" Goemon wondered.

Tatsuo shrugged. "I don't know. I just..."

"I'm sure you got her text, as well," Goemon said with a slight glare. "She isn't a part of my life anymore. Don't bring her up again."

Tatsuo nodded slowly. "The guys she's marrying is a doctor, you know."

Goemon tensed and glared at Tatsuo.

"She'll have a good life with him," Tatsuo said. "At least she ain't with no crazy drivin' Grandma," he grinned.

Goemon continued to glare. He walked up to Tatsuo and handed him his keys. "I expect my car to be here when I wake up. I have places to go."

Tatsuo took the keys and watched as Goemon walked into the house. He sighed and walked to the car.

Goemon entered the house, his aunt and her class talking away in the living room, the talking stopping abruptly when they saw him.

His aunt shot him a glare, one which Goemon didn't see as he walked head down to his room and slammed the door.

Goemon collapsed onto his bed and stared off. He knew that if he had made better life choices that it would be him marrying Tamiko. Instead he got stuck living the life of a broke ex-gangster residing in his aunts house and hanging around people who only brought him trouble.

He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling, knowing that there had to be more to his life.

The character introduced in this chapter as Legs was called Stretch in the game. He shows up now and again. I don't remember what his purpose was, but he's there, so now we have Legs, tall Japanese gang member guy. Next few chapters should be really good. Finally get to introduce everyone and not just concentrate on Goemon.