Star Ocean: West vs East Coast Gangsa Rap Battle of da Century! Romeo and Juliet style! (Or West side stories, but more Romeo and Juliet)
1994: Bronx, NY (Alternate Universe in 4D)
Three men were slouching over on the couch at the curb of the shady road. Their backs bobbled to the beat. The middle one, their leader, was wearing a purple bandana that look like it was about to pop out because his brown hair was bigger than his head. His hands moved from side to side while his buddy was giving him slow beats from his mouth.
"I'm da baddest gangsta dude who rock dis hood. Bitches and hos surround me, as they should. You little west coast come and disturb my ghetto. Well, here's a mento, yo stupid car looks like a rento. "
Across from them on the road was a possy sitting in a stolen Ford Mustang with a California plate. Their heads all wrapped in teal bandana's, matching the driver's hair. This was the West Coast Crew, gawking at the East Coast Homies. The two were rivals ever since rap music was born. The original fight was someone stole dem beats but really, it was because the West Coast envied the pretty hair of the East Coast. California had wacked up weather; while, the East Coast had a temperate climate, which was perfect for hair. However, thugs avoided the reason because it's not as manly. Meanwhile, the East Coast was jealous of the sunny weather of the West Coast. They didn't like how pale they were in comparison to the sun kissed rivals. Again, not so manly. Roger wouldn't approve.
"You think you're the shit, Lord Knox-yo Ass. Well, that name is something my ho would pick out for herself!"
The gangstas in the car laughed, especially the driver.
"At least we can afford to fly to the other coast. We don't need a piece of scrap mental towing us around" The left couch sitter snapped, causing the others to go "ooooo".
The West coast didn't like that. The guy sitting in the back pulled out a hand gun. Before he couldn't do anything, Lord Knox-yo Ass pulled out his bazooka from behind him, "You go back to L.A.. Your bitches are so lonely I banged them last night."
The driver jerked out of his seat and stood up, instantaneously. "We ain't goin nowhere!"
"According to grammar, you are going somewhere." Lord Knox-yo Ass, smirked.
"You don't talk about her like that!" The drivers face turned red, like the colour of the Stang. His hand was clutching the gun in his pocket. No one messes with his high school sweetheart who was the most important person to him in his life. He maybe her pimp but he gets all the loving: he's her only client.
"Who, yo momma?" The one of the right, retaliated.
BANG. The loud shot echoed throughout the streets. The innocent children playing hopscotched scattered into their homes like ants. Their moms drawing the blinds shut in a routine fashion. This was life in da hood: people get shot in broad daylight at least once a day. Sadly, the neighourhood got used to the fear.
The driver planted his bottom on the seat and slammed all of his weight into the gas. The buddy in the back had half his body; the other half was blown to smithereens. His waist collapsed and was bleeding unto the G-Ride. Lord Knox-yo Ass posed like an action star as the smoke seeped from his bazooka. His hair blew gentle in slow motion.
"I told ya I'm the baddest gangsta dude who rock dis hood!"
0000
Lord Knox-yo Ass stood outside his balcony to his apartment, equipped with a lot of barbed wire for security. He was break dancing while he hummed a tune.
"Driver, oh, Driver. Where are you dude? Yo hair is so smexy I'd like to lick it like food! I'm an East Coast rappa and you from the West Coast Crew. But we all musicians and no matter da name a boo is a boo."
All of a sudden a voice came from the alleyway. "I'm here!"This prompted Lord Knox-yo Ass to grab his bazooka and start darting around. The blue haired boy came from the side of the building and into the light. He placed a hand to his bandana and took it off. The brunette tossed his massive gun out unto the streets.
"My love!" Lord Knox-Yo Ass exclaimed. His eyes widened like a kid in the candy store. He thought he would never see that kid again. The two were so feminine looking they were bound to get shot someday. He then realised he was out of his home, in public, and had to protect his turf. Two gangsta dudes cannot be together; thus, cannot show his love. He took a step back and lowered his eyes. "I mean... you."
"I love you Lord Knox-yo-Ass the second I turned the corner and saw you on that couch." He proclaimed as he climbed step by step up the fire escape. Lord Knox-yo-Ass pulled out a knife and started to cut the Barbed wire to let him in.
"I don't even know you, or yo name but I'd die for you!" Lord Knox-yo Ass explained as he helped his "lover" unto the balcony.
"It's Meet yo Fate but you can call me honey bun!" Meet yo Fate answered. He put his arms around Lord Knox-yo-Ass in an embrace. He didn't want to let go. He felt like he never felt this feeling before but in reality every time he sees a crush he goes head over heals. It's called a crush for a reason so when that dies he forgets that nice feeling. "Let's get married!"
"Um... we're dudes." The brunette sighed. However, a light bulb went off in his head. "Let's run away to Canada!" The brunette suggested with glee. "They are about to legalise it in ten years anyways."
"I'm sure we'll be broken up by then." The bluette pointed out. "We are young morons who don't know what the difference between love and lust is."
"True," the brunette nodded, "But for the purpose of this story, we will do stupid things, like kill ourselves because we think we are in love."
"That is right kids," Meet yo Fate turned towards the readers. "Do not commit suicide over a lover. You will end up in a dumb romance story that will be remembered for centuries."
And so the two of them decided to go out for a date and get to know each other before proclaiming their love. Their gangs did not like the idea of two guys going out, especially from feuding hip-hop groups. However, Lord Knox-yo-Ass used his power as a leader and he told them a valuable lesson: to love your enemy. Everyone got teared up and came out that they were envious of one another. It didn't matter if it wasn't manly because real men cry about their bros and self esteem issues aren't just for women. The East and West coast rivalry ended when they came to terms with their feelings.
AN: Thank you all for the reviews (also for my other stories). They really make my day :) I am so not gangster and I can't rap. Sorry for this misspelt words but it went with the story. Also, in the 90s they liked the word "da". Made it a alternate universe so no hoodlums will go after me. Thanks to Urban dictionary's Thesaurus for helping me out so the names aren't the same. I still made it me. :) Oh, I'm going to end this story after Albel's arch because I'm getting married and I don't want my fiancé to know about this weird story lol. (He is very west coast and I am very east coast lol)