"Hold up little man. This isn't the place for you."
The big black man pushed him back.
Sojiro had a strong urge to pull his sword out and chop the guys head off right then, but stopped.
"I really need to enter this race. A friends life is on the line!"
The man just pushes him back.
"You can't tell me that. Sounds like somethin' right outta the movies man."
Sojiro sighs.
"Please. Let.... Me... In."
The man clenches his fist next to Sojiro's face, making popping noises with his bones.
"Last time I'm gonna tell you. Get the hell out of here."
Sojiro is about to open his mouth, when someone interrupts him.
"Hey now!! No need for dat meh man. Lemme handle this one."
The man steps back.
"Whatevah Ni%@"
Sojiro looked at the man who just appeared.
"Well, little Tarzan. Didn't actually expect to see ya here."
Sojiro's face brightened.
"Marcus!"
Marcus laughed.
"Yah, ya got meh. So little Spiderman, what can I do for ya?"
Sojiro happily said:
"Get me in the race!!"
Marcus almost falls over laughing, stomping his feet on the floor.
"You...You....You really funny man. No for real. What can I do ya for."
Sojiro looks back and forth.
"Uh.. Get me in the race."
Marcus laughed a little.
"Heh, it was uh.. Funnier the first time man. C'mon. I'm a busy man."
Sojiro gets fed up.
He grabs the collar of Marcus' shirt and pulls him close.
"Get me in the race. PLEASE!"
Sojiro says clenching his teeth.
Marcus slaps Sojiro's hand away.
"Yo, man. Lay off the leather. And you can't join the race. This is for adults only little man. You have to be 18 to race."
Sojiro does the only thing left.
He gets on his knees, and bows.
The only thing he knows left to do.
"Please, Marcus-San. I really need to join the race. Its for a friend. Please!"
Marcus stopped walking away, and turned around.
"Soji. That was your name? People don't come back from this race alive. There's a good chance you could die in here."
Sojiro stood up.
"I'm willing to risk everything at this point."
Marcus sighed.
"Your funeral. Follow me."
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Sojiro looked at all the guns, cars, and people.
"How many people are in here?!"
Sojiro said amazed.
"Not as many as last time, which is good for us."
Sojiro turned to him.
"What do you mean us? Your racing against me too?"
Marcus laughed.
"Little man. I'm racing with you. This is a partnership thing. We need a driver and a gunner. You can't drive. So your gonna need my help."
"But I need all the money! I can't split it up with you if we win!!"
Sojiro yelled.
Marcus pulled out a wad of cash.
"I don't need any money. I have enough to last me a lifetime."
Sojiro nodded.
"Ok. So explain to me the rules."
Marcus pointed over to the cars.
"First, we randomly get a car, picked by the officials. Second,"
he pointed over to the guns and other weapons.
"We grab two weapons. Both of your choice, the gunner."
Sojiro held up his sword, and the many Shurikens he had in his coat.
"I have my weapons."
Marcus threw his hands up.
"You need a gun! We ain't gonna last five minutes out there!!"
Sojiro waved his hand.
"I won't dishonor myself by using Firearms."
Marcus opened his mouth to say something, but shut up and walked away.
"Whatever. Lets go sign up."
 Sojiro_ReducedEarth · Fri Aug 18, 2006 @ 03:40am · 0 Comments |
