When you harass the Big Boss
Chapter 1: The Backfire
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February 2, 2008 / Saturday / 1:15 pm
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Under the scorching heat of the sun, the place was buzzing and people are already on errands.
TIT. TIT. TIT.
The electronic timer ticked every second. The cars were lining up to their respective positions after being checked hundreds of times by the engine technicians and crews started to clear away from the track.
Dusts and smoke filled the air surrounding them as the gears were put into motion. Drivers of each car are already in place as they waited agitatedly for the go signal.
He can hear his heavy breathing as his helmet covered his head. His hands are starting to get moist inside his thick gloves. He gripped the stirring wheel and pressed his foot on the gas pedal. His brows furrowed as he sharpened his watch and readied himself for the race.
The flag bearer hoisted the checkered flag and the clock countdown started.
EENK. EENK. EENK. TIIT.
The cars that lined up at the starting point zoomed away and raced for the first lap.
"Fuck. I definitely can't lose now." He muttered angrily as his rival rocketed past him on the first curb.
Let me introduce myself. I am Natsume Hyuuga-the hottest and most handsome racer in town. Teenage girls and young ladies swoon over when I pass by. I have been the face of most magazines, the highlight of all sports news, and the most sought after product endorser and in celebrity talk shows the moment they knew I came back form America. Don't get me wrong, I am not being conceited, but the fact that I never lost-yep, not even a single match, gives me this much notoriety.
Well, that was before, for my luck suddenly changed the day I met her. Thanks to my big perverted ego, I just made the biggest mistake of my life.
There are six things I learned starting that day and four of them started with the words: "NEVER EVER".
Number 1: NEVER EVER bet on a girl even if she is extremely lustful.
Number 2: NEVER EVER think of her as a little demure and shy girl (just because she smiles cute) when in fact, SHE IS a monstrously evil girl when mad.
Number 3: NEVER EVER compliment her by feeling her buttocks.
Number 4: NEVER EVER smirk and say she must have been one of those girls that was swooning at you and that she must feel privileged at having met you AFTER she slaps your face.
That incident happened a week ago.
I just finished a practice race together with my best buds. We were drinking ice cold soda under our tent when Ruka Nogi, my best friend, noticed a girl in the garage fixing a red sports car. She was wearing a pink tank top, dark blue denim shorts (that displayed her nice body) and red chucks. Her hair was disgruntled in a low ponytail and she was sweating profusely maybe because of the hot steam coming out from the car's engine.
While I gulp down the soda contents, I can see sweat trickling down her temples and some of her brunette tresses stick on the side of her face, but then, how can she be that alluring. Man, how ironic, how does my throat get dry even after drinking a thirst quencher.
"Hey Nat, you look like you got the hots for that girl," Reo pinched in disrupting my thoughts.
"But I bet she will not be interested in you. haha" he jokingly added.
"Hn. Wanna bet?" I answered then threw a can to him. I didn't wait for his answer; instead, I started to walk to where she is.
Meanwhile,
"Hey want some?" Yuu asked as he just got back from ordering the pizza.
"Where's Nat anyway?" he asked them.
Reo pointed to the other side just in time for them to see me being slapped in the face by the angry girl.
'PFFFFFT'
"What the HECK????!" Yuu spurted out his drink the moment he recognized the girl. He was speechless-needless to say- and soon, he slapped his own forehead.
They saw the fuming girl walk away and I headed back rubbing my left cheek.
"What??" I asked when I saw Yuu give me that frustrated look-mind you, as if hell was torn apart.
"KAMI-SAMA HELP HIM!! He does not know that he just committed the biggest mistake he can EVER do." Yuu pleaded to the heavens with matching arms raised to the sky.
"What did I do??" was all I can say and we never got another word out of Yuu for he is too busy becoming like a statue.
The following day, I learned the other two things:
Number 5: When you get a pink envelope in your mal the next day, don't expect it to be just from an idiotic fan girl and more, brace yourself for the contents.
After eating a light breakfast, I checked my mail box and found about a dozen letters that includes electricity and water bills, some fan mails, invitation and a rather odd-looking pink envelope with no return address- just my name scribbled elegantly at the front.
I went back to my room and decided to read the strange looking letter.
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Dear Mr. Hyuuga
I dare you to race with me. If you win, I'll forget what you did yesterday and instead give you a nice business proposal. But if I win, you will be at my disposal.
Race is on Saturday, 2 February 2008, 1:30pm sharp-race starts. Don't be late.
End of letter.
"That girl…" he smirked as he drank his coffee.
Number 6: Don't drink coffee while watching TV.
I placed the letter on the table and then went to the living room. I was drinking my coffee as I was turning on the T.V. just in time for the morning news.
Tough luck, looks like my wheel of luck turned upside down. For there-in front of me- in all her splendor, was the girl from yesterday-the same who sent me the letter.
And guess what.
Her name is Mikan Sakura-the No. 1 female racer or more known as the "Racing Goddess of Japan". She is the hottest and most glamorous and more- the daughter of the CEO of 'Sakura Corporation', the sole company that sponsors all my racing events and car…and that makes her—
THE BOSS.
Scary.
And luck was testing my might for at that moment; she just flashed her sweetest and dazzling smile after saying to the whole population of Japan that she wants to compete with me without any intention of losing. After all, like me, she has not lost—not even a single match.
SPAT.
COUGH. COUGH.
The brown liquid stained my favorite white pj's as I reached for the phone that was ringing non-stop.
Persona. My manager.
Disclaimer: Higuchi Tachibana owns GA
A/N: I still don't know much about racing or cars (though i dream of being a racer), please correct me or supplement me with ideas about this field Ü
well, what do you think? should i continue this or not? please leave a review.. thanks Ü