Chapter 19: Full Metal Tokyo Drift
Devin was now entering the street race that his target was currently in. He drove his car to the starting line with the other racers and waited for the referee to start the race.
"Racers, on your marks!" A Japanese woman in a pair of stilettos, a pair of tight fitting Lycra shorts, and a micro bikini top that barely held her massive rack said as she raised two green flags. The drivers all revved their engines in response. "Get set…" The sound of revving engines continued before… "GO!" With that, she waved the flags downwards, prompting all the racers to speed off.
Devin pushed down on the gas and blasted off as the race began. As he weaved through the other cars, his mind wandered to the first time he ever drove a car.
(Flashback)
Fourteen year old Devin looked at the car in front of him apprehensively before he glanced at his grandfather. The man smiled at him and gestured for him to climb in.
The two both entered the vehicle and his grandfather started instructing him on how to operate it. "Alright, now, adjust your seat, mirrors, wheel and then buckle up." He instructed. Devin did as asked before buckling up and starting the engine.
"Alright, now let's start this off slow. If you make a mistake, it's fine, that's part of learning after all." His grandfather told him warmly.
The boy sighed as he smiled ever so slightly. "Yes, I know." He told the man.
(End Flashback)
Devin snapped back to reality as he had to swerve to avoid a car that had gone tumbling into a fiery wreck and then use his car's drifting function to successfully make a very sharp turn. The rubber of the Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution he was driving, smoking and burning as the axles strained from the 50 G speed turn he was making.
As he was finally able to straighten up, he then saw a familiar car: a red Honda with the logo of the Harada Family on the trunk, it was the car of Tenya Obiwara, the man who he's been looking for.
"Found you!" Devin shouted as he hit the gas. Blasting past one man, he slammed into him and caused the car to hit two others and cause a pileup. With that done, he moved to phase two of his plan.
Getting two cars ahead of Obiwara, he then swerved his car to the side and caused the first one to crash into its side before blasting out the window and turning into his liquid metal state of slick through the window of the second car's passenger side and then turned to face the driver as he reformed.
"Get out." He said to the driver coldly. Gulping at the sudden passenger he now had, the driver opened the car door and jumped out, only to get run over.
Devin took control of the wheel and then slammed on the brakes, causing his car to stop and Obiwara to not be able to react fast enough to avoid a collision. The second man's car flipped over Devin's and landed on its roof, the car's occupant now forced to crawl out, all the while being quite banged up from the crash.
The man was a greasy looking Japanese man with what looked to be a ponytail and was dressed in a cheap looking leather biker suit, which was now slightly damaged. As soon as he was halfway out of his now wrecked care, a hand found its way to his neck.
Devin picked him up by the neck and slung him into a nearby road railing, and before Obiwara could do anything to get away, the boy turned his finger into a spike and made it stretch and shoot into the man's shoulder, pinning him in place.
"I had to do a lot of work just to find you, and I expect you to answer my questions." The human T-1000 growled as he glared at his quarry.
"Fuck you!" The man yelled through strangled wails of pain.
Devin narrowed his eyes before he punched the man in the gut. "Answer my questions, and you'll increase your chances of living through this experience." He said in a cold tone. "Now, you were the one who crashed a Yoshimura Suzuki GSX250 into the car of Yusuke and Amanda Shirakumo on the night of June 20, 1987, correct?"
"Y-yeah. What of it?" Obiwara asked through clenched teeth.
"Why? Why did you do it? The Shirakumos harbored no ill will towards you or your superiors, so why, why would you cause a crash that killed one of them?" The boy questioned angrily, causing his finger spike to go deeper into the man's shoulder.
The cornered racer grunted as he felt the spike go deeper into his shoulder. "B-b-because I was paid to do it! Look, if you let me live, I'll give you their name honestly!" He offered through the pain..
Devin slowly retracted the spike and crossed his arms. "I'm listening." He stated coldly.
"Sh-Shingin Yashida. He was the one who paid me. He wanted me to kill the American woman and make it look like an accident. I don't know why, he never said, but he was furious when it turned out I killed the wrong person." Obiwara whimpered through the pain.
Devin was silent as he processed this information. He finally had the name of his father's killer, and all he had to do was deal with him personally. First thing's first, though. "So… You were trying to kill my mother… Is that it?" He asked the man, causing shock to be plastered all over his face.
"Wait a minute, you're one of her sons?!" He asked.
Devin didn't answer, he just raised his hand and then turned it into a giant scythe. Despite Obiwara's pleading, it all fell on deaf ears as the boy brought the weapon down on the man and killed him, blood splattering all over the road and other areas as the boy's victim let out one last scream.
(Elsewhere)
-Yashida Stronghold-
Shingin Yashida was now sitting in his parlor across from Devin's grandfather, Seiji Shirakumo, and was currently discussing the blood trail the man's mutant grandson was leaving all over Japan in his search for answers, and in short, neither men were overly happy about it.
"This is getting out of hand! You need to do something about your grandson before he causes irreparable damage!" Shingin said in a no-nonsense tone.
"I've tried numerous times, Yashida-san, but the boy is far too stubborn. Once he figures out a goal or 'directive' as he calls it, he will not stop until it is complete." The elderly man then sighed as he put his face in his hands in sadness. "He is so much like his father, but he is also like the cold metal he uses. When he tries to accomplish a goal, he is cold, calculating, unfeeling, merciless and completely devoid of any morals or honor. He is very much… A machine in human form." He explained.
"Then how are we supposed to stop him?!" The other gang leader asked.
"The only other person that can possibly stand up to him is his brother, but sadly, that option is unavailable due to the fact me and my wife pushed him and my daughter-in-law away." Seiji sighed tiredly.
"Then that is your fault, Seiji, not mine." Shingin growled. "No matter, I already have one of my own mercenary subordinates taking care of him. It will no longer be of any concern soon."
"But-" Seiji tried to protest.
"I apologize, but this must be done. The good of the Yashida clan is at stake." The clan head told his friend calmly. "You forget, the only reason why I ordered the hit on your daughter-in-law was because she was getting too close to figuring out what the clan and our partners from HYDRA were doing."
"If Devin finds out I allowed this to happen, then it will destroy any relationship we may have left." Seiji said, not liking that outcome.
"This is for the good of the clan, Seiji. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that is a price you will have to be willing to pay." Shingin told him before pouring him a drink. "Here, to help calm you."
The elderly man sighed as he took the drink, but no sooner than it went down his throat, he immediately started choking. The man grasped at his throat as he fell to the ground, shaking and convulsing until he foamed at the mouth seconds later and soon laid there, dead.
"Forgive me, old friend, but this is necessary." Shingin said to his now late friend sadly. He then picked up the phone next to him. "Deathstrike, report. Have you dealt with Miss Akeno Shirakumo?"
"Yes Mr. Yashida, all loose ends have been successfully cut. I now await your instructions." Came a very creepy female voice from the other end.
"Excellent. Now, go find the boy." The man told her.
"Of course." The female mercenary replied before ending the call. On the other end, a woman with a lanky build, oily black hair and long adamantium needles coming from her fingers looked back at the dead body of Devin's grandmother, who she stabbed through the mouth, dropping to the ground. The woman then stepped over the corpse and left, grinning from ear to ear.