So, here's the reboot of the Fox on the Grove fic, with it actually going to what I've planned. Enjoy it.
First of all, shout-outs to yoshi3000 for helping me throughout the story with editing and helping with ideas for the fic. And also I'd like to give a shoutout to UnitedOsprey1991 for being the fanfic military advisor for this fic.
You'll see why I asked his help, and to be fair, the guys deserves a bit more audience (even when this story might not get much) as they are genuinely good writers.
As you all can see, this is my second Naruto - GTA fic (that's here to stay) in this small, like very small fanfic crossover section.
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Enjoy
San Fierro
1992
Up north from Los Santos, in the City of San Fierro a different way of business was being disclosed, with an associate of T-Bone Mendez.
And the conversation he was having with one of his associates had just turned for the-
*Wack!*
Smashed against the container, the associate was seen brutally beaten up, with his white shirt covered in nothing but blood of his and his head clearly swallowed up beyond recognition.
"You gonna tell me right now, homie." T-Bone held the guy by his throat and punched him right in the gut making the guy collapse to the ground before he picked him up again and throwing his beaten body against the container again "Tell me! You better tell me what I what to know."
The associate could barely respond as he was coughing blood out from his mouth.
Mendez was about to go on him again by picking him up and forcing him against the wall again and-
"Hey Mendez!"
The muscle man stopped his ruthless beating when an white man in an suite walked into the scene, his name was Mike Toreno
"Come on, enough."
Mendez dropped the guy to the ground and began to rest for a bit
"Punk ass. I think this vato's a fucking rat, ese. I can smell it on him."
"I think that's something else we can smell." Toreno said pointing at the nearly dead man barely clinging on to life "He ain't going to talk now."
Done stretching his arms T-Bone asked his partner in crime "So what do we do now, holmes?"
"I think I got us a buyer down in Los Santos." Toreno said, he just got word from his contact down below the city, some gang banger offering big money for a lot of blow. Just what they needed.
"Por cuanto, holmes?" Mendez wondered "How much?"
"Not sure, yet. But they're talking big. Up to a hundred k's a month, low risk."
TRING!
"Hang on, I need to take this." Toreno said to Mendez as he stepped away from him to answer the phone call.
"Hello. Yeah. Yes." Toreno answered multiple times on the phone as Mendez grabbed the presumed rat and began beating him up to no interest of Toreno to help him. "Yes, you read it correctly….Well, I'm sorry it seems that way to you….Yeah. No….Yes."
Toreno quickly glanced back to see Mendez pretty much forcing the guy to his end before turning back to his phone.
"It's unconventional, yes." Toreno said before he was being defensive on the phone "Well when did your methods ever get results? When? Hey, I know people who are dead because of you. So don't mess with me on this one, okay? It's vital that it goes ahead. History will understand. I've done a lot of work, they trust me now….Yeah. No, you can't play with shit and not get dirty. Everybody knows that. Even YOU, okay?" Toreno started to end the call. "Now look, I gotta go. I gotta go."
Mendez's final blow to the guy was with his knee to the chin, killing the bloodied guy out to life.
"Mendez!"
Toreno gained the ese's attention as he'd just finished the beat down on the rat.
"Now listen. That was a buyer. We gotta step up production. We're not thinking big enough here, okay? My connections in Panama can get us all the product we need, untouched! But you've got to arrange the market."
Mendez was now done with this rat and nodded. "Yeah, you're right." He looked down at the body. "I know some places that may be interested."
"Good," Toreno was glad. "So why don't you stop dancing with your boyfriend here and get on it, all right? Huh?"
"Alright, man." Mendez said taking the leg of the rat. "I'm gonna get this piece of shit outta here."
"I'll be in touch." Toreno says as he started to leave the area.
"Drop by at Jizzy's club, ese." Mendez said dragging the body that was surprisingly heavy. "You weigh a lot for a fucking dead body, man."
Toreno walked to his black Washington sedan and watched how Toreno put the body inside his blue Turismo before driving away. By then the suited man entered his black Washington and entered the car seat as a man was seen walking up to the car and walking right towards the driver's side.
*Tick* *Tick* *Tick*
The window rolled down and Toreno didn't even turn his head to say, "About time you showed up, your timing of arriving here needs improvement if you want to serve your country, agent."
"I'm sorry for being late, boss. I-"
"Shut up, and get inside the car," Toreno told the agent as he waited for him to enter the passenger seat and close the door as a conversation took place inside the dark-colored Washington.
But what was seen is Toreno pulling out his phone and dialing in a number.
….
"Yes, it's me… Is everything ready?" Toreno asked, listening and nodding his head. "Good, give it the okay to release him. Now."
…
Only after that, the phone was closed once again and Toreno had just finished another call.
"That's done."
"Done what?" The agent spoke, clearly in protest. "Let a crook off the hook?"
"I did not think I allowed you to have an opinion on this, agent." Toreno replied, turning to his subordinate. "You don't need to think, leave that to me. Just make sure it gets done."
"That's the thing, sir. Is it even a good idea?" The agent asked his boss. "Allowing the guy to turn loose for a crime he committed? Let alone he's a guy's about to be given the Death Penalty-"
"For a conviction that's about to be overturned into an immediate release for the false testimony and evidence that's been given." Toreno told, reminding the agent of the clear facts. "But no need to refresh our memories on that trial. Just do what you're told."
Nodding his head, the agent reached for the door and opened it up, but then stopped in the middle of it and brought up something important.
"The cops down LS aren't going to be happy once this guy's out. You know that, right?"
"They'll be more focused on the boy than on us. No need to worry about your pension, kid." Toreno told him. "Besides, the boy himself will be fine."
That's enough for the agent to then leave the car and walk away from the vehicle.
As it was all part of the plan that Mike Toreno had set up. He was seen pulling out a yellow closed letter that he then pulled out from underneath the car seat and opened up.
In that letter, he pulled out than two files, with each having a name and picture, with him pulling out the first one:
That of a young man, who resided in Los Santos, born an orphan from the 60s, and had been running with the wrong kind of crowd that he grew up with as 'family'.
"Enjoy your freedom, kid. Because you've just been given a silent way of freedom."
Few hours later
Next morning…
Los Santos
As the night was nearing its midst, it happened to be that in one household, one guy was already busy working.
"The way I see it, man, I need to be in charge of my own destiny, homie." The one speaking was Lance Wilson AKA Ryder. An man wearing a dark green jacket with baggy blue pants alongside black sneakers. He was of course most likely recognizable for his San Andreas black hat and his black shades sunglasses he wore, even inside.
He's an down gangster who was loyal, crazy, often unpredictable, but also a funny guy who could help anybody in any type of situation. As he's been a troublemaker long before he entered middle school.
But he was no bum, that's for sure. As he was seen ironing his clothes while smoking a sherm-dipped stick. All the while he was hearing his homie out.
"This way you will be, homie. This is all about Destiny." The one homie was a childhood friend and big thinker, with big as not taken lightly, Big Smoke. Seen sitting in a chair while discussing something. "You know I got your back, right homie?"
"Cool." Ryder nodded, busy finishing his ironing before putting it away back to safety. "How my shit look, fool?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's cool." Smoke simply spoke further and got to the point while standing up. "Now, the way I see it is that we don't have a choice. Ain't nothing to feel bad about it. You put a gun to a brother's head, brother's gonna do what he's told. No matter if he's a fool or a wise man."
Ryder just nodded along while folding his clothes. "Right, right."
"You don't want a bullet in the brain, but if you can make it work and make some Benjamins while at it. Then its cool." Smoke chuckled at it in the end.
"It's gonna take more than a bullet in the head to stop me." Ryder responded with the stick in his mouth. With all honesty, a guy crazy like him, it wouldn't even by untrue.
Smoke just laughed at that. "I don't doubt that, homie."
The big guy dabbed his hand with Ryder and he then noticed the time on the clock.
"Look man, I gotta bounce now. Got to visit places." Smoke said as he walked past him. "See you around."
"Sure, nigga." Ryder replied while going back to ironing. "Don't get yourself caught slippin."
"Hehehe, you know me, homie. I don't get caught easily." Smoke commented with laughter as he walked out of the door, leaving Ryder by himself in his own house.
It was then that Ryder could say something he felt like needing to say.
"Honestly, I don't even know you anymore, homie." He shook his head at the whole conversation he just had. "The fuck's the matter with you, Smoke?"
He had disagreements with homies over everything, from sports to smokes, who drives and who does not. But something like this bluntly and without much thought into it. Was even overwhelming for him with the amount of Sherm he's been smoking.
He gotta tell.
Meanwhile….
Not far away from the Bay city. Laid the prison San Joaquin maximum security prison. The oldest one in the state that went back to the 1850's as it was home to many of the most dangerous and criminally insane inmates of the state.
It also was home to the state's only Death Row chamber, as it was housing the condemned to their final days before being brought to the chamber for their irredeemable acts.
In here, the death row inmates were given the necessary amount of space that was their cells, and they were allowed to have some possessions for themselves that included pictures, books and maybe even a television if they could afford it. Anything that was non-threatening and easily searchable for the guards.
Inside one of those cells, a wall was covered in pictures, written in both the English and Japanese language to be in fact.
The scriptures ranged from Fighting Styles scrolls of different types of martial arts, different types of books about survival in the woods and life in the wider way. Not only that, there were also books on a shelf that was built with permission.
The books? Psychology, Criminology, Criminal Law and even several books of Japanese culture. The newest addition to this inmate's mind.
He also read about history, American history first, but also that of the past wars his country had been in, like World War I and II, the Vietnam War, but also read about world history and its bloody stains that it had left behind. Yet also, books of his perceived Asian background….
Right now, the inmate inside his cell was seen reading one of those books, about Mythology, especially that from Japan. Of creatures and the old lives of Ancient Japan that was an interesting book to him that was sent to him just over a month ago.
The inmate on Death Row? Was in all honestly looking way too young for this kind of place, as he himself would admit it. But he was in for one of the worst crimes someone can do on the West Coast of the United States.
With him ending up here, he's been in for five years, but only three on Death Row. All because of an occurrence in an alleyway…
*THACK!* *THACK!*
The inmate's concentration broke off, as he turned his sights to the bars, and there he was met with the guard who had just slammed his nightstick a few times against the metal bars of his prison cell.
"Hey, scumbag." The guard spoke to him like that usually, with a smug grin. "How's your waste of life doing in here?"
The inmate inside the cell was so used to the guard's antics, that he just went back to reading his book, ignoring the further comments the bastard made to try and bait him out.
"Typical, stupid gangbanger. You all are the same; waste of human life." The guard went on. "All acting tough and so until you all are behind bars or put in the fucking ground. Especially the likes of you coming from the jungle like the other monkey thugs."
That kind of talk was not new for the inmate to hear, even with the hint of obvious racism he was throwing in. As he heard it all over the place in front of him or from behind his back. With these law enforcement guys thinking because they have a badge, that they could get away with the scummiest things.
"But you are amongst the worst I've ever come across. Mr. Cop Killer." The guard went in with clear disgust in his voice. "Did you know that guy had two kids? Both were unable to have a proper farewell because you shot up his face."
That was what the inmate's condemnation was for. He was accused, trialed and sentenced to death by Lethal Injection by the state for the murder of an Los Santos Police officer. Caught in an ambush and slaying viciously down by this man.
"And you used to be a Marine, Staff Sergeant nothing less. Going up in those ranks, serving our country and then stabbing it in the back! And for what?"
*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*
The sound of boots stepping through the hallway wasn't heard by the unprofessional prison guard who wasn't done.
"All for your clique of hoodlums, scum and vermin of gang bangers." The guard stated with his rant he wasn't ending. "What were you going to do with those skills? Sell drugs to kids? Force girls into prostitution? Maybe ambush more cops for your own pleasure?"
"Harris."
The guard turned around to see his partner on this block and sighed. "What now, Andrew? Don't you see I am busy-"
"Step aside, man." Andrew, the second guard told his colleague. "Because I got to read this shit that you're not going to believe."
The first guard only raised his eyebrow until he then saw Andrew pull out a folded paper that he opened up as he stood right in front of the door of this condemned inmate.
Then he took a moment to read the open paper, and his skin really paled up to the realization of what he just read.
"You got to be fucking kidding me…."
"Inmate in Cell 10-9-10." The guard spoke in clear orders. "Stand up and face me."
The inmate inside the prison cell heard the numbers of his cell and without much complaining, he stood up and faced the prison guards, with his head now out of the shadows, it was pretty clear to now see what he looked like.
With the moonlight now showing his wavy blonde hair that was uncombed but tied up with an black bandana around his head, he also had for unknown reasons, scars that look like whiskers on his face with three on each side, resembling that of an animal. To which the inmate himself has mentioned before those were birthmarks.
Yet also, his most noticeable feature were his eyes. His deep blue colored eyes that for some reason had the gaze of someone who had died inside a long time ago. But instead had lived most of his life in situations these two guards only could imagine.
The guard named Andrew began reading out. "A Federal investigation into your case has been completed and have determined you are not the suspect responsible for the death of an Los Santos Police officer, so by order of the Governor you are hereby exonerated, and your record will be expunged pending a formal review."
"He's WHAT!?"
The statement of exoneration spread across the hallway like hellfire, as small mirrors were seen popping out of every cell, being held by inmates who happened to be awake with more to join.
The first guard yanked his partner back. "What the hell? How's this gang banger getting out?"
"That's not a valid reason to keep him here," Andrew replied. "Warden's orders, he has to be freed now."
"You mean in the morning?"
"No, I mean now! The press will be all over this like he's a celebrity if we delay."
"Yeah, I bet those liberals will love seeing a cop killer loose."
"Harris, that might not be what they're looking at," Andrew told him carefully.
Harris raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"Rumors are the two guys who arrested him, Frank Tenpenny and Eddie Pulaski are the reason he's being freed. The whole C.R.A.S.H unit is under federal investigation for crimes like corruption, racketeering and evidence tampering. If he's innocent, imagine the others…."
That unfortunately was heard by another inmate who didn't hesitate.
"HEY EVERYBODY! THE FEDS ARE ON TENPENNY AND PULASKI'S CASE!"
The whole Death Row hallway turned into a giant yelling match, as every inmate inside the cells were being heard making claims.
"Fuck Them crooked cops! They killed my brother, and he wasn't even armed!"
"Let me testify! I swear to God!"
"Fuck them pigs, they have taken money out of our pockets, I can vouch for that!"
"Fuck Tenpenny! Fuck Pulaski! Fuck C.R.A.S.H and fuck every corrupt pig!"
It didn't help that in this section of Death Row, mainly gang members and condemned inmates from Los Santos were held here. Even when there were only a few of them in here, they were nonetheless present.
The outburst of anger was joined by the inmates slamming the metal bars in protest, much to the fear of the two guards who were afraid they might riot.
"Hey officers."
The two guards turned their sights to the only calm inmate that wasn't in an outburst, but instead held his hand out the small hole that allowed food to be placed in, but also handcuffs to be put on the inmate.
"Mind if I can take a shower first before I can take my stuff?"
"... Sure." Andrew responded by then ordering his colleague. "Harris, get your cuffs. "
"I'm on it…" Harris rumbled under his breath as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and went on to reach the hands of the soon-to-be free inmate.
*Click-Clack*
While normally the death row inmates would be forced to turn around for them to be handcuffed, it was not the case for this prisoner who's been calm and responsive to the prison guards for most of his stay. He didn't brag, spit, bark, inject nonsense or cause trouble, as he was the one kind of inmate that was perhaps the most dangerous: the silent ones.
This one especially with the background he has, was in the words of a criminal psychiatrist but also even a few ranked senior law enforcement officers 'a kid with a good heart given the worst start' and even 'an unlucky good kid'.
Growing up in a rundown orphanage, the child protective services had kept a file on this inmate, and documented that he was the one orphan to look after the others like a big brother, with many of the former orphans having testified on trial, all on behalf of him, that he was the only one to protect them, even feed them and comfort them in all those times in that hellhole of an orphanage.
He'd receive many vicious beatings by the caretakers, also throwing him out of the window at one point, not giving him food or even kicking him out of the building on several occasions. Taking such disgusting abuse by the drug-addicted caretakers for a long period of time until he reached the age of 10…
It was at that time when the police raided the rundown orphanage by an anonymous tip and multiple other phone calls after sound of gunfire was heard, and the police found one of the caretakers dead and the other wounded by gunshot wounds, with enough evidence found to book the surviving caretaker for a lengthy sentence behind bars and the orphanage to be closed down. With amongst the evidence being two video cameras found rolling in a bedroom.
That video evidence was later used to ID the shooter and linked the inmate to that child. who happened to be caught on video, holding a revolver and firing three times. Taking out the abusers with clear hesitation caught on camera.
*CLACK!*
That kid, that orphan, that poor soul….and that inmate was seen coming out of the cell with his hands cuffed. As he did not show any emotions at his miraculous release from death's door. The blonde young man stood right and in front of the prison guards.
"Naruto Uzumaki…prepare to be a free man." Guard Andrew said. "Do you have any requests for the moment?"
The young now former death row inmate, Naruto Uzumaki, said nothing as his empty gaze in his eyes turned into that of a focus, as still his own feet were still shackled as procedure.
"Just want to shower and leave quickly, sir." Naruto calmly replied. "I don't want to waste you guys any more time."
Few hours earlier….
Ganton
In the city of Los Santos, there was one unincorporated city that was known around the country for all the wrong reasons, for its immense poverty, high crime rate and corruption, it also was the home place of LS's most famous gang.
"Baby needs diapers!"
"You don't even have kids!"
"Still need to Win!"
A pair of dice were thrown on the street, both uneven.
A collective groan could be heard around the dice, with a group of guys all hanging around in the dead-end street of Grove Street. Known as the heart of the city's known Grove Street Families. Seen in green and raining supreme in their name, this was one of LS's most infamous gangs.
But right now, the local gangsters were seen playing dice with money on the line, as one of them was seen flying the colors, a man who's best known for his nickname that was the opposite of his usual demeanor.
"Hey, Sweet. You gotta give it a rest, homie." One of the fatter guys warned. "You lose your money fast."
"Whatever, homie, just play. I got enough money to spare." The man called Sweet responded, recognizable for his LS green hat, green shirt and baggy pants. His real name was Sean Johnson and he's the OG shot caller of the GSF set.
He was hard-ass at best, but often a naive man standing on principles at worst. As he's been leading the GSF set for years now with fights against other gangs like the Ballas, Vagos, and even unfortunately other Family sets over the fact he was one of the very few gang leaders who refused to get along with the times and enter the crack game.
But that was perhaps for good reasons that he didn't see as Sweet had no personal trouble letting a homie sell dope, as he had enough friends who were involved in that hustle. But he kept the trade of harder drugs like Heroin and Cocaine to a minimum or even banned it from the neighborhood to keep the bad influence of it out of his sight. To which he's seen the bad effects of it already.
You see, Sweet has siblings, he's the oldest of four with his younger siblings being Kendl, Carl and Brian. The latter two who've been GSF members ever since they followed their big brother's footsteps. Except for their sister who took the smart approach and didn't get involved in that life.
But it was because of drugs that caused his final decision to ban crack cocaine from the hood, and the reason: was the death of his youngest brother, Brian, who died in 1987.
He was shot and killed in an ambush by some Ballas who spotted him, belonging to the Front Yard set that was Kane's group. And in return he had on that same night, without any hesitation, gone out for retaliation.
That revenge he got…yet he still had to bury his own brother, all because of a brick of that shit he hated. So he banned it in the week from the hood. No usage, selling, no branding and not even moving it through. No Crack in Grove Street.
"Hey Sweet."
Turning his head around, he saw the guy who called his name was none other than the neighborhood's 'down for the hood' sherm-smoking, dark-shades-wearing Jerri-haircut gangster known as Ryder.
"'Sup Ryder." Sweet dabbed back. "What's happening?"
"Nothing much, just cleaning house." Ryder replied as he took a puff while staring at the dice game with interest. "Heard this game's been going for a while."
"Just for three hours, did longer than that." Sweet told him before offering. "You wanna play?"
"Sure, I got some spare-"
"SEAN! LANCE!"
The two heads heard their names being called out from the household that was right in front of them, and those who normally call them by those names were a very few.
Standing at the door of that house was a elder black woman in her Sunday brown outfit she would wear for Church, as it happened to be she just came back from it, holding a bible in her one hand but also a pair of reading glasses in her other, she had the stare of one that could scare the Devil himself.
That woman was Beverly Johnson, gray haired, strong and no BS, she stared directly down at the young men playing dice right in front of her house, and she was not having it.
"Hey, Mrs. Johnson." Ryder waved at her in hope to ease her anger. "You doing alright-"
"Put that thing out, Lance." She did not hesitate to call out Ryder's smoking habit. "You know that what you smoke is bad for your mind."
Ryder was smart enough to not argue back and put down the cigar out before putting it out of her sight, holding it for later.
"And stop playing dice in front of my house, all of you." Beverly warned all the guys playing. "And use that money for something useful instead."
"Come on, Mom." Sweet spoke to his mother with open arms. "We just kicking it, nothing else. We ain't troubling anyone else."
Beverly just shook her head at her eldest son and responded. "You need to start thinking, boy. Because you ain't staying young forever. I'll be inside reading."
"Yeah, whatever." Sweet waved her off before turning back to the scraps game as it resumed.
Opening the door up, Beverly Johnson sighed as she then went back inside her home.
The Johnson Home was very big, as it had enough rooms for a household of five, with a big living room and kitchen while the second floor had four rooms, a bathroom and three bedrooms.
Sitting on her sofa, Beverly went on to open her Bible for her to read, but then-
*Triiiiing!*
The landline phone went off next to her as she picked up the horn and answered it.
"Beverly Johnson here, with who am I speaking to?"
"Mom, it's me."
"Ah, Kendl, baby." Beverly replied knowing it was her daughter Kendl. "Where are you?"
"I'm at Cesar's house….you know, my boyfriend? You've met him before at the Catholic Church in East Los."
"Ah, Mr. Vialpando, I remember him." Beverly said. "Let me guess, you're saying that you won't be coming home tonight?"
"Ehhhhmmm, yes?" Kendl sounded nervous over the phone. "I am kinda busy helping renovate the new house of his."
Mrs. Johnson knew exactly what was going on and the small smile that grew on her mouth couldn't help either as she released a chuckle.
"Of course you are." She smiled, and her chuckle was heard. "Something else you wanted to say?"
"I am also going to be eating with the Madrigal family. You knew them, right?"
"I know them? Hahaha, kid I grew up with the mother in the block." Beverly laughed hard as her memories were still fresh as ever. "Me and Alma go way back."
"Alright then, just so you know where to call me. I'm heading there right now."
"Alright, just be safe, dear." Beverly warned her daughter. "And stay out of trouble."
"Yes mom, speak to you soon…"
Hanging up the phone, Beverly Johnson knew who the family was that Kendl was visiting, good people.
The Madrigal Family was a clan of Colombian-Americans residing in East Los Santos, as Alma was the first generation immigrant who moved to the US when she escaped Colombia for a new life away from the violence in her homeland.
Both women had a lot in common at their first meeting at the annual church meeting: both were hard-working mothers who cared deeply for their families, staunch but fair women who tried to take care of their children.
Only difference was that Alma was slightly older and already had grandchildren who were around her kids' age who were the joy of her life, with them even having adopted a girl into the family.
A girl from the Ganton Orphanage….right after it got closed.
The thought of it alone made Beverly winch as she remembered that news about the closure and the shooting. Which brought her to turn to the cabinet where a few framed pictures were laid.
All of them were pictures of her children, from childhood pictures of all her sons and daughter at picnics, small vacations, trips to the amusement parks, national parks, festivals, to that of graduation that they all went through.
She stood up to walk over to the cabinet and she smiled at those pictures of her children, but then she opened the first drawer and there laid more pictures, some of which held her deepest memories.
These were pictures of the 'unofficial son' she looked after, Naruto. The boy who she tried to save.
She met him when Brian and Lance introduced her to him at a picnic at a park when they were seven years old. Which was one of the first pictures they made of him alongside the other kids, which included the young ones like Kendl and some of her friends, to the older ones like Sean and his friends.
The other picture of Naruto in his dress blues. The familiar black dress suit and blue pants were contrasted by the piercing blue eyes of the man wearing them. With the hat, gloves and ceremonial saber by his side - The full gear of an USMC Marine.
How did Naruto join the Marines? Through persuasion of Beverly Johnson to straighten his life out and join boot camp instead of doing time for getting booked for the first time and had two choices: either do time or take boot camp on the other side of the country on the East Coast.
Alongside his military service, Naruto had sent multiple pictures of him being overseas - to Germany to Japan, and having pictures of himself with other friends he made in the Corps.
But the one picture that hurt her that was alongside - was one of the last - the summer of '87, where he and Brian were in the picture in his uniform while Brian made a funny face while wearing the hat - the last picture before his death.
Even then there was a picture from his funeral. Where Naruto alongside Sean, Lance and another friend of Brian named Barry, brought the casket out while he was in his military uniform. A sad day as it was the same one where her other son, Carl, had left for Liberty City.
With Brian dead and Carl having left, the one pain she didn't manage to get over was the blonde boy's arrest and conviction - when Naruto was sentenced to death for the slaying of an C.R.A.S.H police officer.
At that point, she felt like she failed as a mother to both her born ones - and the one she wanted to adopt - A mother who tried, what many others failed to do so.
*Triiing!*
Then suddenly, the landline went off again and it kept on ringing, forcing Beverly to then go and grab the horn, and she answered it.
"Beverly Johnson speaking here, with whom am I speaking with?"
….
….
*CLANK!*
The horn fell down to the ground with cracks in it as an hyperventilating Mrs. Johnson was in shock on what she just had heard.
Meanwhile
Outside the Johnson House, Sweet and some of the homies were still playing a few rounds of scraps, but this time Sweet was in a conversation with Ryder about something that happened earlier. Luckily for them, they had taken a few meters away from the rest of the homies. Allowing them to speak in a lower tone about the topic.
"So Smoke came up earlier today to talk to you, huh?" Sweet asked. "And he really suggested it?"
"Man, I'm telling you, Smoke's been acting shady." Ryder told him while holding his stick. "Says he's being threatened but he doesn't mind so long he is getting paper. Something's up man."
"Yeah, I get that." Sweet nodded. To which in all honesty, he kinda should've seen this coming with the conversation he had with him earlier today on the same spot he was in now, talking about getting involved in some big moneymaker that he tried to convince him off.
The same kind of money making that got his little brother killed, another one to run out of town, and many of his friends to die an early grave - or life in prison.
"Man, when are niggas gonna realize this Crack is going to be the death for all of us in here? I've never touched even an ounce of it but I've already buried more homies than ever."
"Yeah, true that…." Ryder said as he reminisced on some of the homies and brought up. "Heard anything from the homies up-"
"SEAN!"
The guys on the streets got the shock of their lives by the scream of agony that came out of the Johnson's house, as an overwhelmed Beverly was seen coming out of the house with her hands over her head.
"What now, mom?" Sweet asked his mother, a bit concerned by the sudden state she was in. "Is-"
"Get your car and go pick up your sister!" Beverly spoke in clear orders. "You need to go up north, now!"
The two OG's looked at each other with weirded out glances, not knowing why they suddenly got to go up to the north.
"Something wrong? Mrs. Johnson?" Ryder asked with a raised eyebrow.
Unknown to them that something big was going to happen.
Meanwhile
After having finished a shower, the former death row inmate was seen cleaning house.
While being observed by a few prison guards, Naruto was seen grabbing all his belongings in his cell, slowly emptying the bare room wall's to its previous belongings.
"Alright, Uzumaki. Let's go."
Then, when his box was full, there was one last picture to the wall, as all his books, reading material and anything else was gone, the lone picture he had were from better times.
A picture of him, Brian, and a few other childhood friends of him in Glen Park, all happy.
"There's no place like home, I guess…"
Even saying that was not with much happiness, but rather fear in his voice. Which was understandable, after having spent a few years in the worst place in the state. To now return back home as if given a Second Chance of Life had brought another emotion, fear.
"Let's go, Uzumaki."
Slowly then walking out of his cell, still in shackles and cuffs around his hands and ankles, Naruto was seen wearing a white t-shirt and prison pants as he was holding his box of belongings while being faced by three guards, including the man in charge of this block.
"Let's get you out of here, kid." The Lieutenant said wearing sunglasses. "Getting your clothes and then the rest of your belongings."
Then under escort, Naruto was being lead through Death Row as other inmates watched on in silence, but that broke fast by someone-
"LET ME OUT!"
Another wave of yelling was heard as it was being ignored by the guards now they were busy bringing this man out.
"You know, kid. Once you get out, people will know about it." Andrew said, being a native from Los Santos. "So I suggest you stay out of trouble."
Hearing that advice, the Stoic Naruto only made one small reply to the guard who was fair to him for most part.
"From my experience, trouble comes looking after you - especially in this world."
Los Santos Police Department
The precinct in Pershing Square was the main headquarters of the Los Santos Police Department, the main police force that was busy dealing with law and order in one of America's biggest cities.
In the midst of many uniformed and plain-clothed cops seen walking around with either documents or their daily requirements of coffee and donuts, there was a section in the office where one main focus was reserved for: Gang violence.
Community Resources Against Street Hoodlums, that was the full name of C.R.A.S.H. A police unit dedicated to Los Santos infamous gang problem. With the means of this unit to eradicate this problem, if not control it and ease it down for the sake of the city's public safety.
Only….that wasn't the case. As this unit had a reputation that was best well hidden from the general public, yet very well-known to the one part of town where it was active. With allegations of corruption flying around them like flies over a dead corpse, and that was perhaps the best way to describe its top guy.
Frank Tenpenny was an middle-aged African American cop who's been active since the inception of C.R.A.S.H since the late 1970s. With him not being the sole crooked cop working in this police department, but he was known to be perhaps the most recognizable one as he lead his own unit for quite some time now.
Now in his own office, Tenpenny was seen having a cigar in his mouth while listening to CSR 103.9 radio. Awaiting his colleague to come for some much-needed verification.
*Knock!* *Knock!* *Knock!*
Tenpenny puffed out the smoke from his mouth and responded to the knocking. "Come in."
When the door opened up, another uniformed cop was seen coming in. an Caucasian guy a bit on the overweight side from Polish descent, with short blonde hair and an C.R.A.S.H insignia on his patch just like Tenpenny. His name was Eddie Pulaski.
"Frank."
"Eddie." Tenpenny responded and pointed out. "Close the door."
That the white cop did and made sure to sit down right across Tenpenny's bureau.
"And? Got any word back from Smoke?"
"That I did, fat fuck told me he's talked to little fuck and he's positive about it." Pulaski told him the feedback he got from their guy in Ganton. "Alone….he tried talking to Sweet and-"
"And he said no. Typical." Tenpenny rolled his eyes as he removed the cigar from his mouth. "That dumb fuck and his principles really are getting in our way of plans."
"Well he's only one guy."
"But it's one guy with power and a lot of influence." Tenpenny reminded his partner. "And a guy like that can do a lot of damage if he's left alive…."
Eddie nodded. "So you want this hit to go through? Just as planned?"
"I guess so, seeing we got no choice." Tenpenny noted as he then asked. "Who're the shooters going up with it?"
"Some punks from a rival Ganton Ballas set, guys wanting to climb up the ranks." Eddie informed him about the volunteers. "They got picked by Smoke himself, but not that they know, just a note with cash."
"Right….and the car?"
"A green Sabre, just like planned. That will get them through the neighborhood." Eddie told him about the plan. "They're planning on doing when the word is said."
"Good…" Tenpenny smiled as he took another drag from his cigar and puffed it out. "Tonight, another Johnson's going to be added to the cemetery waiting list."
Both officers laughed for the thought of it until then-
*TRIIIIIIING!*
The landline phone of Tenpenny's office went off and it caused the conversation to be put on a halt. Making the black cop grab the horn to answer the call.
"Yeah, with Tenpenny…"
…
…
…
Tenpenny's smile could be seen dropping faster than ever, and rising faster into a frown of anger as he responded to what he just heard on the phone.
"You better not fucking with me…."
"Frank, what's up?" Pulaski asked, seeing he was pissed. "What's going on?"
"YOU SAYING ME HE'S WALKING OFF FREE AFTER SOME INVESTIGATION I HAVE NOT BEEN TOLD ABOUT!?" Tenpenny yelled through the phone with such explosive anger.
The outburst had even gotten the other police officers outside the office to stand still from shock, causing unneeded attention that Pulaski noticed.
"Frank-"
"NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME!" Tenpenny's anger went a tone lower but still hard. "I don't know who these federal bastards are, or what kind of evidence they say is tampered, but I tell you that they'll be responsible for a Cop Killer to be released on the street. YOU UNDERSTAND ME!"
CLANK!
Slamming the horn back up, Tenpenny then was seen moving towards the door and shoving it open, being confronted:
In his section of the precinct, all the cops were seen frozen and some even staring with fear at the now visibly angered Officer Tenpenny who was eyeing every last one of them with almost deadly precision.
"What you all clowns standing around for?" Tenpenny barked. "MOVE IT!"
The silence broke with all the frozen cops going back to work and typewriters back to work, with everyone getting themselves busy like nothing was going on as Tenpenny was walking out of the room with Pulaski catching up to him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa Frank?" Pulaski caught up to him. "What's going on?"
"That was the District Attorney that just called." Tenpenny stated. "Feds exonerated the case."
"What case?"
"Uzumaki's case, that's who!" Tenpenny jeered. "He's about to be released from San Joaquin."
"What the fuck- Uzumaki!?" Pulaski responded in shock. "You're shitting me. How?"
"Feds got on the case, that's how." Tenpenny told him. "Dismantled the whole case and pressed the governor for an exoneration. He's about to be out right now."
Tenpenny's words weren't without reactions, as some of the other officers were able to hear his tirade and looked dumbfounded on what they're hearing.
Now inside the elevator, both officers then were alone for the moment as they were making their way towards the garage.
"Not only that. It looks like they had some help…" Tenpenny had left the last for the worst. "Officer Pendlebury had managed to talk to one of them before we got to him."
"That fucker got us at the end after all." Pulaski shook his head in anger and asked. "What now?"
"We'll wait…" Tenpenny said, crossing his arms as he blew some air through his mouth. "He's coming back to Los Santos, and we'll wait for him."
And once the two officers reached the garage, they both then walked over to their squad car.
"But now, San Joaquin is a six-hour drive away." Pulaski said as he walked over to the driver's seat. "It will be a while before he's here."
Tenpenny entered the shotgun seat, and then responded.
"First business, that orphan bastard can wait."
The cop car's engine turned on as the two C.R.A.S.H officers left with Tenpenny stating it was what needed to be done.
"Call it in, it's happening tonight."
Meanwhile
"Open up!"
Another gate was opened as the guards were bringing Naruto to a room where a woman was seen awaiting him with a box of clothing.
"Here are your clothes, Mr. Uzumaki." She handed them over to Naruto. "If you want you can be given a room to-"
Naruto was seen dropping his other box and began to remove his clothes already.
"Uhm, Uzumaki-"
Not listening, Naruto removed the pants and shoes before he then grabbed his own pair of pants that were jeans with white dusty sneakers, then he went on to grab for his prison shirt. And removed it, showing his exposed body then.
It got the lady to blush actually at the muscled up and well taken care body Naruto had while observing it. With him having done weights while given a few hours outside at the yard, he did not waste time inside of prison. But the most noticeable thing was the amount of scars he had on his body.
Naruto was a man with many scars, from gunshot wounds he sustained from gunfire like a shot to the right shoulder to the chest where the former traces of stitches were still visible. Or the former now healed stab wounds to the abdomen and kidney area he had from childhood. The most horrific one was the stomach, an x-shaped scar that took up most of his chest present on where his six-pack was. It was a reminder of his luck beating a point-blank shotgun blast.
But then there were the tattoos, which were mainly in Japanese Kanji, like Loyalty, Endurance and Strength, all tattooed next to each other across his chest. On his right shoulder was a standard USMC tattoo that all Marines would get.
His back was artistry drawn on his whole back, with many flavors of colors and shades and so forth, the tattoo was that of an large Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, seen slaying armies of bandits underneath its claws, all in his viciousness as an justification of protecting the villagers as it was protecting seen protecting the villagers and children.
Underneath it, it read in English, a deep sensing quote:
Destroy everything, Erase everything that hurts you, Entrust your heart to me, I will save you from your suffering.
"Wow….that's some quote." The guard mumbled as he took a look at the large tattoo. "Where's this from?"
"Words have power. They're supposed to hand in hand…but that's the ramblings of a man who's seen too much shit fighting for this country." Naruto remarked getting on his white t-shirt and a black bandana around his head he previously wore but had it cleaned in the laundry.
"Alright, that's everything." Andrew the guard said as he ordered. "Open the gate-"
"Wait…"
The guards turned back to Naruto as they then saw him reach back again for something that was in the box.
And what he pulled out was an old green bandana, a normal gang one that gangs wore, it looked fine but it had its better days.
"It's just an old rag, why do you want to have it?"
The guard who asked that didn't know that this had sentimental value.
"This was my friend Brian's gift to me when we're kids."
Not only that, but he then pulled out of that bandana something shiny that the guards didn't expect, a necklace with a pendant that had a crystal that looked expensive.
"That looks expensive." The female guard asks. "Where did you get that from?"
"Ever since I was born." Naruto answered as he pulled the necklace around his neck.
"Alright man, I wanted to say one more thing before you leave, you got a call from someone from your old unit. If you'd like to know." The guard Andrew said as he was a former Marine himself, and given he was more sympathetic to the former death row inmate, he went on. "Your former CO says that if you need any support, just go to San Fierro now-"
"I'm going back to Los Santos."
The fact he even said that caused the guards to be taken by surprise in their own way after hearing that, but they didn't get the chance.
He puts the green bandana in his back pocket, as he just signified his affiliation and was done clothing.
"I'm done." Naruto said as he grabbed his box of belongings and then did the unexpected.
The former Marine Andrew hesitated at first, like he wanted to say something - but he then turned to the door.
"Open it up!"
The door opened up and therefore Naruto was allowed to walk without the supervision of the guards - leaving the death row guards to wonder by themselves
But Andrew, who himself had to get to know Naruto, knew what he had to do. By starting to call the guys in San Fierro about their friend's exoneration.
He was free.
Naruto took his first steps out of the San Joaquin State Prison, and he was met with the warm weather and the blue cloudless sky that he was familiar with, never thinking he would see this anymore.
Thinking the last thing he'd be seeing was the execution table with an syringe clean for him…
*HONK!*
The sound of the horn caught Naruto's attention and turned to the largely empty parking lot where mostly the cars of the prison staff or the visitors were normally parked at, but also there was one familiar car parked up close: a Bravado Greenwood.
Coming out of that car, Sweet and Kendl stepped out of the vehicle, both have changed over the years, yet he recognized them as they started walking up to him.
"Naruto…."
A small smile grew on the blonde's face. "Good to see you, Kendl…."
The Johnson girl's face was clearly full with emotion as she couldn't contain it anymore and went up to hug him, with Naruto allowing her to do so even when she was holding him tight to the point he was nearly trying to choke him.
"Jeez, Kendl, strong grip?" Naruto joked as he held his arms across his box. "Seriously, you're going to make me drop the box."
"Don't ruin it for me!" Kendl said splitting up and slapping Naruto's shoulder. "Do you know what it flet like hearing the news that you're getting released?"
"I guess the reactions vary?" Naruto jokingly answered. "I'd expect you to either hug me or punch me- but you did both."
Kendl shook her head chuckling. "Still the same joker, aren't you? Glad to see you're out now. Must be one hell of an experience going through."
"Try being isolated for years." Naruto said to Kendl while she took the box off his hands. "You have no idea I am just to be out and see the sun. I've gotten way too pale."
"Don't worry, the heat will burn you right up." Sweet said as he then walked up and greeted him properly - both slapping hands and briefly hugging each other, with even a few words coming from Sweet's side.
"Good to see you out, Ruto."
"Thanks, Sweet." Naruto smiled as they split apart. "...Thanks, for pulling me some favors for protection in the yard. With the guys I mean-"
"Don't sweat it man." Sweet waved it off. "You're Grove Street, and the homies look out for each other in the pen."
What was talked about was Naruto's protection in prison, where normally it would be that gang members by racial lines would be protected - or gang affiliation, with Naruto having gone alongside the lines with other GSF and Family set inmates who were doing time.
"I see you got yourself some better muscles too." Sweet said, noticing how Naruto was build up and laughed. "No joking, but you came better than before, like a real soldier."
"Not the only thing he's been improving, you reading these books?" Kendl asked while holding up a copy from the box. "This is some advanced stuff what I'm finding here. Psychology, Criminal Law and shit."
Naruto rubbed the back of his head as he wasn't known to be the guy interested in studying back when he was young, but he responded.
"Yeah…kinda getting bored while on Death Row. I also took books on history, Mythology and stuff like that."
"That ain't new, you were always into that." Kendl said as she closed the trunk and said. "Now let's go, a long road ahead to Los Santos, Sweet."
"Yeah, I'll drive." Sweet said as he bumped Naruto's shoulder. "Let's roll, you can take a nap while we're on the road."
Naruto declined and sad. "Yeah, I'll pass." reasoning up. "I want to see the road trip while at it…been way too long."
The three entered the car with Naruto as the last one in the backseat, and him taking one last look at the prison entrance of San Joaquin, noting to himself again.
'Never back again.'
He then closed his door and allowed Sweet to finally drive off the parking lot, making their way towards the freeway - with them finally going back to Los Santos.
Few Hours later….
Los Santos
It was now night in Los Santos after a long day had gone by, especially for those who'd been making preparations for tonight.
Like the three guys in a corner, off in Ganton Balla block that wasn't far away from Grove Street, where a green Sabre was parked, and this trio of Ballas were tasked with the most important mission in their career as bangers.
But now they were doing their usual thing, smoking a blunt that was nearing its end as the white shirted Balla with a black turned-around cap was seen tasting the blunt.
"Man, now it tastes better, fool." The white shirt Balla noted to his homie. "Just the chronic shit, no need for that bionic stuff."
The big black overall chore coat Balla just shook his head at his homie's comments and waved him off. "Whatever, man."
The blunt was then passed over to the silent Purple shirted Balla, who just took one big stroke of the spliff and then turned it over to the black homie.
"So, we doing this or what?" The white shirt Balla asked. "Car's ready, guns under the seats, we good to boogie."
"Of course, we doing this. We do this, we'll move up in rank, plus Tenpenny promised us some fat stacks." The purple shirt Balla noted as if it was easy. "Just one quick drive, empty the mags and we go. Easy as it can be."
"I don't know, man. You trust Tenpenny to follow through…he's a cop. A dirty one at that. I ain't calling myself a saint, but… Tenpenny's a fucking snake." The chore coat wearing Balla said darkly.
The two other Ballas looked at their fellow banger with an suspicious look.
"What? You chicken or something?" The white shirt Balla questioned his homie. "You ain't down for the hood for putting down some enemies?"
"I am. It's Tenpenny that's the problem. You don't think when he gets what he wants, he'll just kill us without a thought." The chore coat Ballas argued. "All I'm saying is we need some kind of insurance policy."
The purple shirted one was in thought.
"You guys know Uzumaki is back on the streets?" He said to them.
"And? I doubt he'll come back to LS." The white shirted Balla pushed that subject off. "Why would he come back?"
"Loyalty to the hood?" The chore coat Balla snarked. "Word's out on the street about his return."
"Yeah, and the OG's are talking about it too." The purple shirt Balla added. "Like Kane and the other homies, they are wondering."
"Both of you shut up, we have to get ready to do this. It's now or never." The purple shirted Ballas need cocking the Mac-10 machine gun pistol he had chosen for the job, with a few extra mags just in case.
"This is my insurance, if that blonde bastard shows up. Let's bounce."
The three bangers got in the car, with the last one going into the small backseat while the other two in the front seat.
The headlights of the Green Sabre turned on as it left the spot where it was - it started making its way towards Families' turf.
To do a little Drive-By...
Grove Street
After a long drive, Naruto did expect a bit of a reunion of some of the old neighborhood, nothing too big or something.
Yet he was so wrong.
"Pass me the bottle!"
"Gimme some more meat!"
"Heyo! Where's the gravy at?"
The welcoming party literally turned a medium-sized crowd with mainly people from the neighborhood who turned up.
Currently, in the kitchen of Sweet's home, the small crowd mainly consisted of GSF members, some local hood rats and even a few neutrals who were friendly, as it were them who wanted to welcome the blonde back into the neighborhood.
But also seemingly to find any excuse to empty the refrigerator of Sweet, with one even caught taken a slice of Pizza out of the box.
"Get out of my fridge!" Sweet barked at one of the guests, running the guy off from the kitchen as he then himself grabbed two cases of beer before closing it.
As he then went back into the living room, he saw the homies were making themselves comfortable, he then noticed that Kendl was seen speaking on the landline phone by herself as she held her other hear closed so she could listen better.
"I-I know, sorry…but you understand, right?"
Kendl spoke as two more guys walked past her with food trays and she was seen smiling.
"Thanks, girl, appreciate it…. I'll tell Naruto you send your regards. Bye."
Once she hung up on the phone just as Sweet was seen walking up to her with one beer offering to her.
"Who was that? One of your friends?" Sweet asked as she took the beer. "Because I don't see none of them here."
"No, no. Just some of Naruto's childhood friends who I called up." Kendl said after having taken a swig. "They wanted to know if it was true he was back, and I just confirmed it."
"Is that it?" Sweet asked as he then took a turn on his own drink before proceeding. "Looks like everyone in the city wants to know about him."
"News spreads fast in this city, for sure." Kendl agreed, as she first hand experienced the first reactions of his release while she was in East Los Santos. "People are wondering, I can see."
Sweet was confused. "About what?"
"About what Naruto's going to do, of course." Kendl said to her brother. "Is he going to stay? Or leave? What are his plans?"
Those thoughts took a quick go in the mind of the eldest Johnson. As he himself wasn't dumb to forget that Naruto still had old enemies who wanted him dead, not many that were out for him but a small and precise number.
But his biggest thought was the police that would not spare a moment, especially Tenpenny and C.R.A.S.H, those bastards still had a big beef with Naruto, and the blonde himself was no friend of Tenpenny and his bunch.
"Well, he's out for now and we'll look out for him." Sweet said observing the party that was still going fully. "Anyway, where is he? I don't see him anywhere?"
Kendl chuckled at that part. "I don't think your friends care much about that, maybe ask Ryder."
"So there we was! Me, Ruto, Brian and LB!"
The two Johnson's' siblings turned their attention to the living room where the GSF homeboys and some with their girlfriends were seen listening to Ryder's stories.
"The summer everyone graduated, we were making a hustle down at a pool club in East Beach, you hear me? Just some kush, pills and even sherm that these party goers wanted to have. They were some out-of-town people who wanted some good stuff, so we made a good time there - but then some muthafucka thought it was smart to-"
"Ryder!" Sweet shouted.
The sherm-head stopped speaking as he spotted Sweet calling him out.
"Where's Ruto?"
"You don't know?" Ryder asked himself before pointing. "He at your mom's house."
Johnson House
While the party was going on in the other house, the silence was ever more present in the family house where Naruto was currently, with him not minding the calm sphere at the moment.
Currently standing in front of the old cabinet, he was looking at the old pictures. Where he saw the ones of Brian, the others, even some of himself in uniform, before it all went to crap.
Right when that incident happened in that corner….
"Old memories popping up, son?"
Hearing that, Naruto turned around to see Beverly Johnson coming out the kitchen with glasses on her eyes and two sets of cup of tea she made.
"Hope you liked it." She offered a cup happily.
"Thanks, Mrs. Johnson." Naruto happily responded to her as he accepted the cup. " And yes. I had a lot of good times…"
Beverly could see the state Naruto was in and guessed. "You're thinking, aren't you?"
Naruto sighed and replied. "I'm trying to figure out what to do now." Naruto remarked. "Should I stay or should I go?"
"There's no need to rush, son. You can stay for a bit." Beverly told him as she sat down. "But if you want to know. You could go to Liberty City, start fresh like Carl did, I heard he's doing fine."
Confused, Naruto asked. "You still keeping contact with him?"
"He calls, time to times." She said and took a sip. "Especially after you called him that one time last year…"
With the memories kicking in, Naruto went back to one phone call he made to CJ when he found out that he barely kept contact with his family, to which he actually had to try and remind the Johnson boy to be on good terms with his mother.
"Like I said, we keep talking, and he's doing fine." Beverly said as she smiled. "You may even call him now, he'll love hearing you being out."
"I'll think on it. I need a bit of time…what about the Madrigals? They doing ok?" Naruto asked.
"As good as they can be. But what do you expect? They're Colombians after all." Beverly noted as experience as she travelled there once. "But I do have some news about Jimmy?"
Naruto sighed, Jimmy was one of the kids he grew up with in the orphanage, with him being the one who always clashed for the understandable reasons, wanting to protect like his 'big brother' to protect the other children from the abusive caretakers, bullies and others who wanted to hurt them.
"What did he do?" He asked.
"...He joined CRASH."
Naruto knew Jimmy had originally wanted to make it in the military like him, but did not make the cut. He had no issue with Jimmy being a cop, but joining CRASH was another story.
"What about Tenten?"
"Discharged. Something about contraband being found under her bunk…no idea where she is. I don't know how she managed to get it to be an honorable one, but I'll give credit where it's due." Bevelry said before standing up. "But you should go back to the party, take it all in that you're back."
"Thanks." Naruto said before leaving the house. "I'll speak to you soon, Mrs. Johnson."
"Naruto, please." She smiled and said. "You can call me Ma, its no problem."
Stopping there for a moment, Naruto realized by what she said and turned around for a brief moment and smiled.
"Sure...Mom..."
Beverly Johnson smiled at him before waving him off as he closed the door behind him.
"Good night, son."
As Naruto was sauntering back to Sweet's place, he missed the slow rollings of a green Sabre was pulling up to Grove Street, not attracting much attention as it drove up towards the Johnson House with little to no notice.
And at this point, it would be too late, as Sweet was seen opening the door to see Naruto coming up.
"Hey Ruto, you were at Mom's house?"
"Yes, told me just about-"
*RAT!-RAT!-RAT!-RAT!-RAT!-RAT!*
Gunfire erupted, and it was close as both Naruto and Sweet happened to duck down for cover.
"What the-" Sweet wondered. "Who's shooting-" Sweet words died when he saw where it was coming from - from behind!
A Green Sabre was seen slowly driving past the Johnson House, with a Uzi seen firing relentlessly at the wooden house without any pause, unleashing a rain of bullets against the wooden house where the bullets were going through without any mercy.
With splinters flying! Glass shattering and the house getting sprayed without hesitation - with his mother in it!
"MOMMA!"
Naruto's legs went on their own - as he ran towards the house, not seeming to care that the shooting wasn't ending, with even Sweet shouting.
"NARUTO!"
*BANG!*
One bullet managed to hit the windscreen of the Green Sabre as it happened to be that Ryder came out blasting with his own pistol, firing at the car he spotted firing, he kept on pulling the trigger as he tried to stop the car.
"Take them out!" Ryder shouted as two more GSF members came out with guns.
The Green Sabre took its leave as it became a target really fast, with most of the bullets at them missed, except for a few shots hitting the door and back window, having made a U-turn as it left Grove Street under fire.
"What the hell was that!?" One GSF member shouted while holding a Mac-10. "They were coming for us?"
"Don't matter, get rid of the guns!" Ryder told his soldiers. "Cops will be on the spot, soon."
"MRS. JOHNSON!"
The sheer shout made even Sweet realise what happened - his mother's house got shot up and he began running for the house just as then Kendl was seen running out of Sweet's house also.
But it was when Naruto came out and stopped Kendl from entering the house, with Naruto not coming out - the worst case scenario had possibe occured.
The day of sudden celebration had turned into a nightmare.
Liberty City
Sitting in his car, Carl Johnson was awaiting in traffic until he then happened to get an incoming call from his cellphone, to which he answered.
"Hello."
"CJ, it's Sweet."
"Sweet, what'chu want?" CJ wondered, what would cause his brother to call him.
"I think you better come home It's moms, bro. She's dead."
That's the end of the first chapter of A Grove of Green and Orange, hope you enjoyed it.
Good night.