Burning Rubber by SilverGhostKitsune
Dis: I own all of Yu-Gi-Oh! It's mine, all mine! Buwahahahaha! Gets knocked out by a group of white-coated people "She's crazy, don't listen to her." SGK wakes up in a straightjacket upon being injected with sedative. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh...sadly...If I did, I would make Seto and Anzu hook up...or maybe I would just keep him all to myself! Anywho...on with the fic!
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Announcer/Person on other end of the phone/handwriting"
Summary: Kaiba Corp. needed a new hit. Finding one, thanks to his little brother, Seto Kaiba sets out to the racetrack for some help. He finds it in the most unexpected way... On top of that, Anzu is working with him as well, due to her knowledge of what is popular for girls. Things are not always as they seem. KaibaxOC AnzuxOC.
Chapter 1: The Race
"And here comes the Black Knight around the second to last turn and...Oh! There goes Sean from the Kawasaki team! If the Knight wants to win, they'll have to hurry up." (AN: I also don't own Kawasaki or any other racing team, unless I make it up...which is gonna be 99.9 percent of the time. I know next to nothing about motorcycles or how they work...Oh, keep in mind; these are the racing motorcycles, not the low rider ones. If, like me, you don't know motorcycles, I have a photo of what I'm talking about here, just remove the spaces: http /i52. photobucket. com/ albums/ g19/ Silverghostkitsune /crap/ducati. jpg)
Everyone was on the edge of their seats watching the motorcyclists race neck and neck to the finish line. Around the last turn, the rider in the red, black and white jumpsuit started falling behind the one in all black. The red rider was riding a green bike while the black one was riding a black and dark purple bike. The person in black passed the person in red and flew over the finish line, earning loud cheers from the crowd in the stands.
"The Black Knight takes the checker and the win! That makes 46 consecutive wins for this mysterious rider." As the crowd cheered, all the racers began filing off the track and started loading their bikes into their distinct trailer trucks. The 'Black Knight' loaded their bike into the black trailer at the far end of the parking lot. The trailer was decorated with purple lightning, exactly like the bike it housed. As soon as the bike was secure, the black knight stepped out of the trailer and headed towards the passenger's side of the vehicle. A man stood with the door open, like he had been waiting. The man wore a crisp, white shirt that was unbuttoned enough to reveal a firm chest. He also wore jeans that suited him perfectly.
"Hello BK...enjoy the race?" The rider nodded. "Glad to hear it. I was worried that you were growing sick of racing." A muffled laugh came from the still helmeted rider.
"No...I don't think I am sick of it just yet..." The helmet muffled the voice so it was impossible to tell the gender of the rider. Plus, the baggy jumpsuit did well to hide the figure. "Don't worry Kyo, I am fine." The man nodded and closed the door as the rider hopped into the trailer truck.
As the truck drove out of the parking lot, the man named Kyo glanced over at the still helmeted person beside him and laughed. The person turned towards him and sighed.
"What?"
"Are you ever going to take off your helmet?"
"No, not till we get home and out of public" the figure said, shaking their head.
"You know, you will eventually have to tell the truth and reveal your identity, A..."
"Not now, Kyo. I will reveal it when I retire" the figure interrupted the man next to them. With the windows down, the man's light blue hair was tossed around in the wind, making it into a bird's nest.
"Suit yourself, but you're missing out on a good breeze." The argument continued.
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"Wow! Seto, look at that one! They just won their 46th consecutive race!" A little boy with raven colored hair was bouncing out of his seat on the couch, pointing to the television that was broadcasting the motorcycle race in Kyoto. The camera gave a close up of the mysterious Black Knight as they crossed the finish line. A tall brunette boy, who appeared to be 18, walked into the giant living room and glanced at the TV. He looked at the younger boy and sighed.
"Mokuba, I am trying to come up with a game that will attract more consumers. Duel Monsters has become less popular than it used to be and I need a new game." The boy turned and gave his brother an I-have-an-idea-that's-so-obvious-why-can't-you-see-it look.
"But Big Brother, just look at the crowd! Plus, the American racing games are popular over here! Why not make a motorcycle racing one!" The little boy was bouncing in his seat again.
"...You know something Mokuba? That is actually a very smart idea!" The boy, now identified as Mokuba, smiled.
"Of course it is. I am, after all, your brother!" The older boy frowned deeply.
"One problem...How am I supposed to design a game off a sport I know next to nothing about?" Mokuba stopped bouncing and thought for a moment before replying simply.
"Why don't we ask the Black Knight? They're coming here in a few weeks on the 18th of July. We could go meet up with them and watch the race afterwards."
"I'm beginning to get the feeling you set this up just so you could go to the race..." The little boy put on his innocent face.
"What ever do you mean?"
"Don't even think about playing innocent with me...You have been talking about this newfound hobby of yours since May and have been going on about this race since the beginning of June." He looked down at his brother on the couch.
"Well, can we go?" Seto sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Looks like we have no other alternative."
"Yes!" The little Kaiba began jumping up and down.
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"Yo...BK, we have a request for your presence before the race." Kyo stood, holding a sheet of paper in his hand as he walked under the tent that the Black Knight was sitting under, waiting for the race to begin. The rider looked up at the casually dressed man and glared through their helmet. Kyo was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a short sleeved black t-shirt that had the team insignia, curling handwriting that read Hasegawa Racing on it and was underlined by a streak of lightning. The color of the emblem was silverish blue, matching Kyo's hair. (AN: I made up Hasegawa on my own, so if there is a real one out there by chance, sorry I borrowed your name.)
"Honestly, it is too hot to be wearing these damnable jumpsuits. I almost look forward to my announcement. What does the letter say?" Kyo fixed the rider with a raised eyebrow.
"What announcement?"
"I thought I told you!...I am announcing my retirement today, along with my unmasking."
"What?"
"The schedule has gotten a little too hectic, so I'm taking a break. Don't worry, I'll race in the smaller races after maybe a year's leave." Mumbling to themselves, they added: "Besides, that's all I'll be able to race in after I reveal who I really am."
"Um...are you sure about this?"
"Yes, now hand over the letter!" Kyo handed the figure the letter and waited.
Dear Black Knight,
I wish to talk to you in person over a certain issue of mine. I won't include the details in the letter, but it is a rather pressing matter that I really must discuss with you. Meet me before the race at the North Gate. Thank you and good day.
Sincerely,
Mr. Seto Kaiba
The rider reread the letter several times over, trying to see if it was a joke. However, the scrawling cursive did not reveal anything more. They glanced up at the clock that was on the back wall of their trailer. '11:00 am, I've got an hour before the race begins...Why not!' Standing up, the rider addressed the man in front of them.
"Kyo, I am off to my meeting. Watch the bike please! Bye!" Kyo shook his head as the rider ran off.
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"Where are they?" Seto stood in the shade of the back of the stands. Mokuba sat on the railing next to his brother. Seto was wearing black jeans and a white shirt that was slightly unbuttoned. Mokuba was wearing green cargo shorts and a black t-shirt with the words 'I didn't do it' in white across the front. Both were wearing their trademark necklaces with the other's photo inside the card/charm.
"Who knows? Maybe the Black Knight had a breakdown and is fixing it! Or, they could have gotten stuck in traffic, or..." Seto held up his hand.
"Enough, I get it." As soon as he finished, he heard the distinct sound of boots walking on the platform. He looked up from his watch and saw a person in a solid black jumpsuit with the Hasegawa team logo on the left, above their heart. The suit was decorated with different parts companies and such, but what caught his eye was the helmet. It was black with dark purple swirls, like marble. Light purple lightning streaked across it.
"Wooowww...you're the Black Knight!" Mokuba jumped off the railing and greeted the cyclist with a stunned look and a handshake. "Can I get an autograph!" The knight laughed and nodded.
"Of course you can, though, I should be asking you the same Mr. Kaiba." The rider bowed lightly, showing respect. Kaiba did the same, only just with his head.
"I like seeing the person who I am talking to's face...if you don't mind."
"If you wish to see my face, you will have to wait until I give my speech. I have not shown anyone my face since I started racing. Only my family and I know my true identity."
"Ok, then on to business."
"Yes...there you go." Mokuba grinned widely at the rider and scurried back to his brother's side.
"As you probably know, I am the CEO of Kaiba corp. and was in charge of duel monsters' technology." The rider nodded. "Over the past few months, however, duel monsters has decreased in popularity and I am forced to come up with a new game. My brother mentioned how popular the racing games have now become and gave me the idea to create a motorcycle racing game. Then a new problem arose. How do I make a game off of something I know little to nothing about. Once again, my brother had a great idea. He said why not talk to you. You have won almost all..." the rider coughed.
"I have won all of my races...at least, the professional ones. I lost my first amateur race due to disqualification and foul play."
"Fine, all of your races and would be a great help to this project. Will you work with us?" the rider thought for a moment, baiting the hook, for they already knew their answer.
"Yes Mr. Kaiba, I would be more than happy to assist you. I will meet you at the end of the race at my trailer. It is the last one on Row 18. Try not to be late." With that, the rider walked off, heading towards the riders' entrance into the stadium.
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All of the riders scheduled for the noon race were sitting on their bikes at the starting line, awaiting the signal to start. A loud buzzard of a bell rang out across the stadium and the riders tensed up.
"Racers, on your mark...set...GO!" A loud bell accompanied the word 'go' and the riders took off. As a pack, they headed towards the first turn, some slipping into the front as they went through the turn itself. The Black Knight wound their way through the group and headed to the next set of turns.
"And there they go folks! The Black Knight is once again the leader of the race! Oh...but they better hurry...Looks like Takashi is gaining on them!" The crowd was on the edge of their seats as all the riders had to lean close to the ground as they entered the third turn.
"Seto, look at the Black Knight go!" Kaiba had trained his eyes for detail, but even he had trouble with how fast the race was going by. He watched as the racers dipped into the fifth turn, legs mere inches from the asphalt.
The one called Takashi was steadily gaining on the Black Knight. By the time the two lead dogs exited the turn, they were practically neck and neck. However, when the two reached the straight-away that led to the sixth and final turn, the Black Knight pulled a small wheelie and gained enough momentum to launch themself several feet ahead. Winding around the corner, they slid over the finish line and the crowd roared wildly.
"Oh my folks! That was an amazing move! Looks like another win for the Black Knight. But, don't start leaving just yet...The Knight wishes to make a speech." The crowd grew relatively quiet as the racers all came to a stop. The Knight drove to a large stage, set up for the winners. 'Man, the last time I was on one of these was for my first win.' After they parked their bikes, the top three riders walked on stage, all with their helmets off, other than the Black Knight. Each of the riders were presented with an award and made a small speech. As the mysterious rider got their award, they walked to the podium.
"Hi, I suppose you all are surprised to see me up here today, huh?" The crowd cheered, agreeing. "Well, this was my last race..." A loud gasp ran through the crowd. "...I have raced for quite some time and I am happy to stand here today and retire as a professional racer. Since I am leaving, I figured that I might as well show you all my face." The crowd began to cheer and shout like no tomorrow as the rider reached up and began to remove their helmet. 'Here goes nothing...I hope they're not gonna get too upset.'
The two other racers were shocked. Never had anyone seen this rider's face and now, after well over three years, they finally get to see the famous Black Knight with nothing obscuring the view. 'I wonder if he's ugly.' 'I bet there are some nasty scars.' Those were the thoughts on most of the people's minds. The helmet seemed to move in slow motion as the rider took it off, revealing...
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BUWAHAHAHAHA! I am so evil! Yes, yes, I know. Anywho, PLZ Read and Review, or else I won't post the next chappie! Okies...
I hope I didn't make the gender too obvious. I tried to make it so that not even I could tell how it would end up, which is sorta what happened. sweat drops lol I came up with this fic after watching G4 game channel. Hope you enjoyed the fic...NO FLAMES WHATSOEVER! Flamers will eat asphalt!
