OKAY! This got taken down before it reached its 6th chappie! But, I've decided to change the plot slightly! But not destroy what I had got going and what i had planned! But an Author has got to take risks to achieve the effect they desire? YEH! WELL...BRING IT ON! (Just be prepared if you don't see me around for a while! lol!) It doesn't matter if there are multiple entries of the same story! It's how that story is portrayed! So that is why I'm doing this...!

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

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Chapter 1

Let the race begin and the rivalry commence!

Booming Rave Music could be heard throughout the street as strobe lights fought their way through the darkness, as if the press were there taking pictures of a sneaky Hollywood couple having an affair, in the late hours of a summer's night.

The warm air seemed to be never ending as it suffocated the chilling breeze that disturbed the leaves among the trees as well as the sound waves hollering from the club. A sports car in a red metallic sheen with a symbolic sign entwined with the drivers initials on the side and a red glow light underneath the car, screeched its way through the street, as the smell of burning tires could be smelt from a mile away!

A tall, slightly muscular guy, in black combats with strings hanging loosely from the sides and a white tight top showing all of his hard work on his torso, stepped out his car and closed the door with his foot behind him. He glanced at the sign above the entrance to check that this was the right place. His hair was Black with a gloss to it, revealing his complexions. His eyes were a Crimson colour that reflected the light from the club sign. He nodded to himself and checked around him, styling it out, to see if he was being watched. He didn't get the impression he was and he heard no one...and saw no one.

He glanced at a NOS racers car and realised that that was what he was looking for. It was low and black with silver daggers painted on the side pointing towards the engine and blacked out windows. He attached his phone securely in his pocket and put His Hands free set in his ear before placing a woolly black hat over his head, hiding the earpiece. He made a phone call to the recipient and then strolled into the club leaving the call connected. The Whole air seemed to be polluted by drunk-ish happiness and sweat dripping off people's skins while they were dancing to the music. Girls were wearing nothing more than a bra and shorts and mini skirts...while they were grabbing the men's attention rapidly...and fell for their charms.

He looked around, trying to get past the crowds of dancers, until he came across a Relaxed out sort of guy surrounded by trashy girls in trashy pvc bra's and mini skirts...some with make up that looked like they painted it on a wall and then ran into the wall...others, looked like it was concrete and it was pasted on their face. He knew that that was they guy he was looking for. He ordered a drink and sat down...And said..

"Yo, he's here...You want and get him...oh! and you might be in for a fight..." He said as he glanced around all the bouncers around this one particular guy.

"Okay...Gimme 2 minutes"

"2 minutes...but you live 5 minutes away. You won't make it in time!"

"Watch me." and hung up the phone.

A figure hidden amongst the shadows ran upstairs in his shared home and grabbed his keys from his bedside table. A Guy about the age of 21 came out of his room and looked at his mate running around. He has Midnight Blue Hair and Sapphire Blue eyes with Glasses and a pretty well built body. His Hair was thick but neat.

"Why you running around for! You seen the time!"

"Rhys has got the guy who jacked our car...We're goin', and I mean now, to get our stuff back."

"Shit!" They ran to the garage. The other guy was about to get into his car when..

"Come in my car...your gonna have to do something for me when we get there."

He nodded. The leader of the group had a dark green low car drowned in NOS and injections with initials on the side indicating "SL" in silver and his Hubcaps silver with a green glow light underneath the car. The leader revved up his engine while the garage doors were opening and they both zoomed out of the garage and made their way into the depths of the night dangerously racing down the opposite way of a one way street which made things a little more fun.

The Music DJ kept changing the tracks and Rhys seemed to sit there for what he seemed to judge as eternity...muttering to himself..

"Come on...where the hell are you Wolf...!" He glanced in the corner of his eye to the table where the guy was getting feminine attention...In barrelfuls. The guy didn't once look at Rhys, if he did, his cover would have been blown. He gulped the rest of his drink down and rejected girls that offered to take care of him for the night.

A car pulled up outside and the blue haired boy and the leader got out the car. The leader looked around and saw what they were looking for.

"Eriol, You know what to do..." Eriol smiled and started working on it. The other guy opened the boot of his car and took out one of his prized possessions. He grew one evil smirk across his face. And went to the entrance of the Club.

Rhys hung his head and watched more girls pile on to him...

"Hiya sweety...You wanna have some...fun?" Rhys shook his head. The girl backed away and asked someone else.

Just then, about half of the club blocking the view to the guy surrounded by girls dropped their glasses and the glass ripped through the sound as the music was cut. People Stared at the entrance, jaws dropped, eyes bulged out, people terrified. At the entrance stood a 21 year old with chestnut hair and black sunglasses. He had an extremely muscular body that was reflected in the clothes he wore. He wore a Cream unbuttoned shirt with a white tight shirt underneath and pair of black canvas trousers with white trainers. He was leaning against the doorframe with a serious face on. People just stared at him in shock and started whispering..

"Oh my god! What's Syaoran doing here! "

"He doesn't look so happy...someone's rattled his cage!"

"He's sooooo fit!"

"He's the top racer of Miami! What's he doing here at this time of night!"

Syaoran Flicked himself off the wall...and took off his glasses to reveal his amazing amber eyes that just seemed to pierce everyone even when he wasn't looking at them. He placed them in is pocket looked at the ground...and smirked again. He then looked around the room for Rhys...Who was then walking up to him.

"Wolf you took your time!" He whispered to Syaoran.

"No i didn't...you just have no concept of time! Where is he?" He then saw the guy sitting there. He looked at him glaring death daggers at him and the girls around him. Syaoran saw him try to sneak his hand to the side of his belt and grab a knife. Syaoran nodded at Rhys. Syaoran released His Samurai sword into the air that sliced through the air and everyone gasped before catching it again. The blade glistened and wavered through the air as Syaoran started to play around with the handle warming his wrist up while giving the guy a staring match. Syaoran started to walk up to the guy as the bouncers started to stir but the guy held a hand up, his brain poisoned by the thought he would be able to handle this situation...

"I can't believe that you'd steal from us and think you'd get away with it Mitsurugi! You're tampering with the wrong people..." Syaoran stopped right in front of him while continuing to flex his wrist with the handle of his prized possession.

"Listen big guy, I may have just moved here...but i could beat you in a race any day...and even beat you without your crummy car too!" The girls around him started to stroke his hair and kiss him around the sides of his face while he continued to smile. "I'm invincible...You wouldn't have the guts to hold that sword up towards me!"

"Is that so?" Syaoran smirked and then raised the Sword to the side of his neck slicing the top layer of his skin causing him to bleed. The girls ran off and hid by the bar. Syaoran kept the sword there.

" I-I'm s-s-sso Sorry! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"

"Didn't you realise that it was our car? Mitsurugi?" Syaoran said as he pulled the blade away and admired it and then put it back in it's case. Rhys held up two pistols one at Mitsurugi and another at whoever dared to challenge the two. "Well, I'll be taking it back now...so, enjoy a nice walk home! thats if, someone is gonna be kind to give you shithead a lift! I can't see why..." Syaoran turned around and started to walk off...when...

"You ain't taking the car? are you!"

"Correction... yes i am!" Syaoran said with his back to him. Rhys whispered to Syaoran while still holding up his guns...

"Where's Eriol?"

Syaoran said quietly..

"He's hijacking the car already." Rhys smiled at Mitsurugi "Enjoy the rest of the night...just in future...Don't attempt to provoke the Wolves...or else you'll get more than you bargained for!" They left out the club. The people in the Club had seen this before as other people had tried to mess with them before. They knew that they we're the most sexiest racers on the planet, but not to try and play around with them. Everyone loved them. They reached outside and Eriol put his thumb up and smiled! Syaoran nodded and Rhys and Syaoran got into their cars and drove off back home at 95km/h with smiles on their faces...

...Little did they know that they were being watched by 3 people who took a particular interest in the event that just happened...

Please review and tell me what you think! Any ideas or etc...

Love Sakura-Angel-Blossom

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