Prologue: A Misterious Arrival

The Tokyo International Airport was crowded with people coming out of the Los Angeles flight. Through them you could spot a young girl with waist-lenght midnight-black hair tied in a simple ponytail. She was wearing a simple pair of light blue jeans, a purple t-shirt with the words "The chocolate addict will rule the world!", a pink and blue stripped shirt over and a pink-ish scarf around her neck. Peaking from under her flared jeans was a pair of chucks that seemed well worn. Hanging over her neck and right shoulder was a red and black messenger bag and on her back was a black backpack. Opening the zipper to the pocket on the flap of her bag, she pulled out a picture with an address scribbled on the back in black ink. The picture of her cousin, Derek Jefferson who had moved to Tokyo 2 years prior.

She headed to the nearest exchange office, where she exchanged some dollars into yen stuffing the huge amount of paper into a gray wallet. Her next destination was the exit as she got out of the airport muttering slowly to herself.

"You better still be living there, cuz..."

She wistled for a taxi, taking one last look at the huge arrivals building before climbing in the yellow car and

giving the driver the address written on the back of the picture. Watching the tall buildings pass by, the girl wondered how much the city had changed in the 7 years she had been away. Her whole family was spread on many continents due to the adventurous sense of its members. Now she was returning to her place of birth without any notice. Not that she wanted to give one anyway.

Coming from a multi-etnic family was hard. As a child she had had to learn all the languages her grandparents spoke. Which were 4 since every one of them was of a different origin. From her mother's side, her grandmother was Japanese, that being where she got her straight black hair, and her grandfather was British, giving her and her mother their bright blue eyes. From her father's side, the grandmother was a still very beautifull Spanish woman who had passed down her skin tone to her young descendant and the grandfather was Arab. Quite the mix when you got on her bad side.

The young girl was taken out of her thoughts as the taxi stopped near a shady looking entrance. She paid the driver and got out and went for the door, knocking lightly on the wooden frame. After a few seconds, feet could be heard and the door slid open to reveal a scrawny teen with a mop of dirty blond hair and gray eyes wearing a pair of baggy cream coloured cargo pants and a simple white shirt. A look of surprise appeared on his face as he took notice of the person before him.

"Jay?! Oh my god, what are you doing here, Jamie? Weren't you in Los Angeles?" he asked and hugged her.

"Derek, stop... Can't breathe!!!" she sputtered trapped in the fierce hug and barely breathing. Once she was finally released, she explained.

"Well, I got fed up with that city and decided to move someplace else."

"But why here of all towns?" he inquired still unconvinced.

"Unfinished business. Can I come in? The flight annoyed the hell out of me. There was this guy 3 seats down and he was snoring all the time."

"I'm afraid your stay will be really short, then."

"Why's that? Leaving somewhere?"

"Yeah, pal of mine coming over. We're going to see the races tonight."

"Right, should have known. Tokyo. Drifting capital of the world. Can I come? Promise not to get in trouble."

"Suuure, you not getting in trouble. Right. Like that will ever happen. But sure, you can come. Just watch out and don't talk to strange guys."

At that moment a knock was heard at the door and the two cousins went to get it. In the door frame stood a black teen, dressed in baggy clothes and hair braided back. He greeted Derek and, seeing Jamie, looked aprovingly.

"Hey, what do we have here? Hello. Name's Twinkie but you can call me Twink." He said extending his arm.

"Hello, Twink, nice to meet you. I'm Jamie Carter. Derek's cousin. Younger cousin unfortunately." She answered shaking his arm. "Oh, and he said I could come to see the races with you guys. If you don't mind."

"Nah, not at all. You don't get to drive around a beautifull girl like you everyday."

"Whatever you say, Casanova. We better get going. I don't want to miss anything."

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