Okies, so to start off with, I'm currently working on Plastic Hearts and My New Start for anyone that's waiting. I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to upload any chapters. I bet none of you read those stories any more but I'm still here and still wanting to finish them. I have no yet abandoned them! I've just been so busy with my school kicking me out early cause I wanted to leave at the end of the year 00

So yeah I haven't given up of them.

Right over to this story, I was watching Fast and Furious Tokyo Drift and I wanted to write a story like it, plus I've been ever so slightly obsessed with Marly and Vex lately so I thought why not I'll use all of these ideas together and while this is what I came up with.

Ok so this story is going to be about Maluxia who is an 18 year old rebel, he loves cars. He loves to get behind the wheel of cars and race for almost anything. One day his Mother tells him she can't look after him anymore and he's to live with his uncle in Tokyo Japan, what Marluxia doesn't know is Tokyo may just be the place he will end up loving along with a certain person who knows more than his fair share about cars.

The words belong to me, and the mixed up idea, the story line is slightly stolen from yeah the movie.
The characters don't belong to me they belong to Square Enix, if they did heh heh you don't wanna know!


If it was one thing the pink haired male knew he could do, it was drive. His whole life he thought about getting into a car and driving. That dream of driving turning into reality when he turned 16, that very day on his birthday he went straight to his driving test and passed without any mistakes or re-dos. After passing his test he picked out his first car, it wasn't great but he loved it. It meant he could be free behind the wheel. It meant, he could drive.

A few months later his dreams became a bit more reckless. He didn't want his wheels for freedom any more, he wanted it for something he thought would be much more entertaining.

One day while driving home from school he saw it, he heard it he smelt it. The roar of the engines, the high pitched squeal of the tires, the smoke from the floor the petrol in the air. Street Racers!

When people in gangs felt the need to settle something, they would drive up in their tricked out cars and race. The winner won the stakes. Usually the opponents ride.

The male at that moment knew he wanted to feel it.

He took an engineering course at college, so he could find out how to tweak engines so they suited the driver perfectly. He also found out how every mechanical part inside the car works. From the exhaust pipe to the pistons, from the pistons to the handbrake.

He soon got in with the crowd and started races, everyday after school, he raced for money and he could feel all the sensations he wanted to. He feel of the steering wheel warming his hands as he quickly turned it from side to side, it sliding back into place when he loosened his grip. The smell of burning rubber and petrol in the air as he car sped through the different terrains he raced on. The seat belt digging slightly into his body holding him in place as the car swerved from side to side. Lastly the trill of beating down any guy who dared to face him, cause in this school, he was the champion. No one could beat him.

Until. . . .


I know this chapter is short and I wanted it this way, I'm working on a longer chapter next, this one was just the intro and to explain everything. Oh it was also an apology chapter you know at the top for everyone else.

So I'm working on the next chapter now and I will have it uploaded as soon as I think its suitable enough for you, thank you everyone and I'm sorry again!