Kanye then proclaimed, "I am Yesuke. And we… are Nazis."
"The fuck?" one of the producers said.
Another one of the producers took out an airpod and looked at the commotion, "Type shit, Ye. Type." Nonchalantly putting his earpiece back in to work on Ye's new song, "Lift Yourself (DONDA 2 Remix)." All other producers followed in suit.
Once again all eyes, except Nas', were taken off Ye. Yesuke immediately walked into the bathroom with grunting being heard from within. Eventually, he came out wearing an all black gown with a black conical shaped hood outfit.
"Nas, you're with me, let's move."
"On it, Ye- Yesuke! Uh, by the way.." Digital nas bit his lip nervously, avoiding eye contact with the large, imposing figure of Yesuke. 'Whatever new move Ye is pulling, I best follow it. I know whatever he does gotta be right.' Nas thought to himself.
"What is it? Don't keep me waiting, 'A vulture does not have time to waste when it comes to feeding.'" Yesuke asserted in a commanding tone, his voice booming throughout the studio with his newfound power.
"Just like, y-you just look really handsome in that uniform!" Digital Nas looked away, a large blush spread across his face as he buried his head in the neck of his XL Vultures hoodie.
"I know, Nas."
Before Ye could leave the studio, another producer called out to him.
"Kanye, you can't just leave, man. We in the middle of a se-"
Ye stormed back up to the man who said that and ripped his own sleeves off in anger, revealing a red, cursed aura. Before the man could react, Ye's palm magnetized to his face, crushing it with unrealized strength. Brain matter and skull flying throughout the studio, ruining all the recording equipment. Before anyone could react, Ye's voice froze the air solid.
"It's Yesuke. And if any one of you coons call me by my dead name.. I'll exorcise you." Ye liked that word, 'exorcise,' it had a nice flavor to it.
Everyone in the studio immediately went on all fours, intuitively, bowing their heads to Ye.
"Kan- Yesuke, why the fuck you do that, gang?" One of the producers raised his head, tears starting to run down his cheeks as he looked at the grotesque mess that Yesuke had left of his friend.
Yesuke looked back, his expression unreadable from the conical hood hiding his face.
"Why..? Because… I'm EVIL." A sudden chill swept across the entire room. Digital Nas's blush got even deeper as a large tent built up in his ripped Armani jeans.
"Everyone. OUT. NOW! You are all exiled, excluding you, Digital Nas…" Everyone in the studio immediately got up, packing their equipment as they ran out the door, stripping the apartment studio leaving it bare and quiet.
"Nas. I need you to put your hands on my crotch."
"W-what?… You gay or sum?" He looked down at the offer and realized that this was Kanye West they were talking about. "O-okay… Nevermind.. Right… Whatever, Ye." Nas gently pulled up Yesuke's robe, sliding his hand into Yesuke's waistband, moving his thong out of the way, and he gripped his crotch.
"You got the world in your hands, Nas."
Yesuke grabbed Nas's hand and held it there, leaning into Nas's face as his putrid breath entered Nas's nostrils, flooding his brain with pure cursed energy. It disgusted him but also enthralled him. 'Ye smells like fucking stale Nitrous, bro.' Nas thought and pulled away before he could get any more enraptured into Ye's allure.
"Ay man, we gotta get this shit cleaned up before someone sees." Nas says, trying to change the subject.
All they could manage to do was sweep up the big bone fragments and clean the pools of blood. However, the body still laid there, red stains lingered, and bone was embedded into the apartment. Nas was starting to panic but Ye was cool as a cucumber.
"Aight, so," Ye said, getting Nas' attention. "I got connections in the city. My cousin; he lives on the outskirts of Tokyo. Lemme get on a call with him real quick." Nas gave a confused nod.
Ye pulled out his phone and scrolled to the bottom of his contacts. He scrolled and lingered onto a contact named "KIM
"This is Yesuke. I'm in a pickle."
"Who is this? I vaguely remember this number and I'm pretty sure I blocked it-"
"This your cousin, I'm in Japan right now."
A tiny gasp was heard from the other end, "Kanye? I thought we'd agreed to cut all contact."
"It's Yesuke now." Ye said with slight irritation in his voice. "You know that favor I gave you when we was younger? It's time to pay it back…"
"Yesuke? We don't talk about that."
"I need you to come to this address."
"..."
"If you don't come right now, that is very bad karma. VERY. BAD. KARMA."
"Okay okay. Only this once."
Digital Nas paced around, contemplating, his ears twitching as he tried to eavesdrop on Ye's call. Nas sank down in his Vultures hoodie reminiscing the first time he and Ye met. Nas sighed dreamily, 'Oh Ye, what would I do without you?'
-
Suguru Geto rings the doorbell and is met with Ye opening the door then slamming it right back in his face.
"Nas, who this man at our door? Who you invite?"
"Fuck you mean? Isn't that your cuz' you just called up, twin?- Yesuke I mean." Nas gulped after realizing his naming mishap, however, Kanye was drooling at the door as Geto knocked further.
"Yesuke, you there?" Geto said, muffled by the barrier.
"Nas, get the door, I think that would be the doordash. What did we get, again?" Ye commandeered, his tongue being lolled out with a glassy look in his eyes.
Nas rushed to get the door, inviting Geto into the blood-stained room. Ye snapped back to attention realizing his cousin had entered. Geto stepped on an eye and almost slipped and made a disgusted face as his kimono would be ruined by the end of this.
"What the hell happened here?" Geto asked, ready to release his curses at a moment's notice.
"We had a little skirmish- no, a civil war in the studio. A battle between what was right and what was wrong. And clearly he was wrong…" Ye exclaimed, "No matter. Get this mess cleaned, boy. You remember the favor. I expect you to pay it back in full… No refunds." Ye went to the bathroom and soft fapping could be heard from the fully open door. They dare not peek inside, unless they want Yesuke's retaliation.
Geto reluctantly began releasing slimy, suckermouth fish curses to begin the cleaning of the room. He silently orchestrated the cleansing as thoroughly as he could while taking note of his surroundings.
Suddenly, a rope of translucent whitish-brown, semi-liquid shot out of the bathroom and ricocheted off the wall aiming straight for Geto's luscious hair. Despite the trajectory, Nas was able to jump straight out his seat and catch the projectile in his mouth, savoring the delicacy. Something stirred within him, his lower stomach , something cursed.
"Mmm, yummers. Yesuke's treat! Geto, you aight?"
Geto had a bewildered look on his face as he witnessed the heinous event that transpired in real time. He's dealt with worse but, this? It was a little much for him. Geto rubbed the sides of his temples in disbelief as he tried to evaporate the image out of his mind. He attempted to return back to commanding the cursed spirits, ordering them to clean every last drop of blood, unless he wanted to face Yesuke's vengance.
What has my cousin become? What happened to the cousin who I used to love reading magazines with? I still remember what we used to do back then. Geto shuddered at the thought.
"All cleaned up, Ye," Geto spoke, breaking the silence. "What now?"
Ye grinned, clasping his hands together as he chuckled softly, carrying an evil and antagonist-like undertone, "dismissed."
-
Ye paced in the apartment at the absence of the third party. He scratched at his neck, he breathed heavily, he groaned and clutched his head, clawing at his scalp. He twitches violently before ambushing Digital Nas's neck with his dry, ashy hands, "I NEED my medicine. My Nitrious, Nas."
His primate-like hands tightened around his unusually large adams apple like a hungry gay boa constrictor, "I-I'll call him right, a-ahh away, mphh, sir!" Nas gasped out with a struggle, eyes watering with a faint blush dusting his ebony cheeks. Nas was let go from his wrath in order to run to the phone and call the plug.
On the phone Nas heard a monotone voice, "Yo, what do you want."
"The usual for The Dropout, man."
"Meet at the Dennys."
Nas crushed the phone in his palm with newfound strength, "Yesuke.. I got the drop."
Ye's pupils dilated to the entirety of his iris like a predator locking in on prey, he licked his lips, drool dripping onto the floor as he bared his plaque-ridden yellow fangs. Without any further words, Yesuke kicked the door open as they dashed to the whip. "Hop in da Maybach, Nas."
Nas hopped into the driver's seat of their Subaru, Ye quickly adorning his swastika bust down chain. "Drive slow homie," and drive slow they did, arriving at the Dennys. They walked in, took a seat and waited for their man…
"Zenin?"
"Nah, Fushiguro. Took my wife's name."
He slid into the booth across from them, putting a large duffle bag on the table in front of them. Toji zipped it open revealing many metal tubes, pipes, and several large canisters. Ye's eyes lit up in a primal way, resisting the urge to pounce on the goods. Instead, he produced a wad of Yen with his hands shaking from desire. Toji snatched it and counted it up, eyeing Ye. He handed him two canisters, taking the duffle bag off the table. Ye immediately huffed a deep sensual inhale of the Nitrous, a waiter watching and shaking their head before walking away.
Nas looked at the two canisters, "Uhhh… Fushiguro-man, where's the rest?"
"That's all a million Yen will fetch ya, nowadays. Ever since Kamala Harris took over Tokyo prefecture… Later." Toji got up, and before Ye could look up, he was walking away while effortlessly hauling his supplies with him.
"Nas, what we doing, Nas. He took the Nitrous, Nas." Ye called to Nas, looking like an infant with his bottle. "Nas we gotta find that guy and get my Nitrious, understand Nas?" He said with the implication to take it by force, if needed.
Nas sighed and looked out the window, "Yeah, I guess we'll go find him."