A/N: Hey everyone, just letting you guys know that this is my very first time doing this, writing fanfic, and could really appreciate any tips you have to offer and any opinions about my writing styles, if you hate it or like it. Yes, this is based in a whole Fast and Furious AU for FFXIII, I was watching all movies back-to-back and thought of writing something similar to it, so this story was born. In any-case, it's a FLight story and some Verah is involved, hope you guys enjoy it!
Ch.1 Thundering Encounter
There was so much cheering, but the only sounds being heard were those of car engines roaring. Tires screeching for the drivers to let go of the brakes, cut loose and run wild into the streets. Some enjoyed the thrill, others enjoyed it for the money, but there were the rare ones that enjoyed being free. Free to do anything if they were inside a car and behind its wheel, to drive anywhere their tires could take them. Yes, only a few enjoyed that.
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"Oi, 'Nille I'm gonna go out tonight, so don't wait up for me. Make sure you lock all the doors 'n stuff, also tell Serah I said hey, see ya two in the mornin'." As the phone closed shut, a revving of an engine cried out like a roar of a dragon, the driver simply let out a smirk in satisfaction. Having done so, the driver pulled into a lot that was full of people and different assortment of cars along with the blazing music being played outside, but the most important thing of all, were the four cars aligned at the ready. As always, the sight pleased the driver very much.
Pulling into the usual spot, a crowd surrounded the car in cheers and admiring awe at the body of the car. Metallic black with purple hi-lights along the edge of the car that were wing shaped and on the wood, shaped horns. Silver outlined the purple, making both the wings and horns pop out and visible against the black paint job. A silvery gray spoiler was added to the trunk of the car. It was somewhat simple, but artistic to the driver's liking since they were the one who did the paint job. The driver got out of their vehicle and was greeted with a slim arm around their neck and a sly grin that was recognizable instantly.
"Took you long enough to get here, Fang." A young woman with dark short hair and auburn colored eyes looked at her. Whereas Fang looked back and stared up and down her figure, the woman wore really mini shorts that barely covered her behind and a purple orange bikini top which fitted her despite her small bust, but in all, Fang did like the woman's attire. The other woman gave her a grin and rewarded the female with a soft chuckle.
"Sorry Lebreau had to work late at the shop." Fang was a tall brunette with untamed hair, tanned skin, and the most piercing set of jade green eyes that anyone set their own eyes on. And Maker, those eyes could make anyone weak at the knees, and her distinct accent only topped it off even better. "So, got a race for me, could sure use the money to finish paying for Vanille's school."
A chuckle left from Lebreau lips and nodded, "Got one all set for you after this one, but didn't you already finish paying for Vanille's school months ago." Untangling her arm from Fang's neck, the short haired woman made her way back to the starting line of tonight's event. Fang watched as the other woman strode away like a feline. She did indeed finish paying for Vanille's University attendance months ago, but it was always the excuse she used whenever she was racing. Her attention soon broke as a raging sound of an engine being pulled into the lot. It sounded a lot like a clap of thunder every time the driver revved their car. It was a good and impressive sound as Fang thought, and when her eyes began to move to the source of the sound, her field of vision was blocked by two huge built men approaching her.
Damn you two.
One of the two men had blonde hair that was covered with a black bandana, a pair of blue eyes and a stubble beard. His choice of attire; black pants with a blue scarf hanging from the belt, a white t-shirt that looked to be fitted a bit tight to show his muscular torso, and light grey boots, and to top off he wore a sunny smile on his face. Snow. The other was tanned skin with fiery hair that was cut into a small Mohawk, baggy shorts, a sleeveless open coat that showed his muscular torso as well and also wore a smirk on his face. Gadot. You big, big idiots.
"Hey Fang," the blonde held up his hand and waved at the brunette followed by a hug which Fang evaded by ducking under Snow's arm and swerved to his side. Chuckling, the tall blonde turned to the woman putting on a hurt facial display, "So cruel on not giving your pal a hug."
"I'd be broke in two if I'd let you," Fang replied by giving an affectionate hit to his arm.
"That's true boss, you'd crush her," the flame haired man spoke and walked beside Snow. "So, you racing 'cause these last few races bored me to tears." Gadot had pointed to the race that Lebreau had mentioned, seeing that it had just finished by all the cheering of the people.
"Yeah, Lebreau got me settled up so I gotta go you guys." Fang walked past the two men and made way to her car.
As Fang got seated into the driver side, she started her vehicle while both Snow and Gadot walked up to the driver window, rolling the glass down for the two to speak.
"Give him hell Fang," Gadot said as he raised his fist out for a bump.
"Always do," bumping fists with Gadot, Fang did the same to Snow. "See ya at the finish line." Smirking, the brunette rolled out of her parking space and made way towards the starting line.
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"Oh Fangy, don't get yourself into trouble." A petite voice had spoken as another soft gentle voice spoke out to her response.
"I'm sure she'll be fine, Vanille. Now let's get back to studying." The pink haired female didn't bother to look up from her textbook as she was too concentrated on the paragraph that talked about Grand Pulse's history. Sure Vanille already knew about Pulse's history, but that was no excuse for slacking off.
"But Serah," Vanille pouted and put her best display of her infamous puppy dog eyes, "We've been studying for hours now, can't we take a break."
Serah made the mistake by looking at Vanille when she called her name. Those huge watery green eyes that the red head gave her looked straight into her own blue eyes, Maker, those eyes made her feel like the most terrible person in the world, and if that wasn't enough Vanille threw in a couple of whimpers. The pink haired woman tried her best to resist that awfully pleading look but failed miserably and gave in with a sigh, "Alright, we can take a break."
"Yay!" Vanille hugged the other woman and tossed her book to the side, lying on her stomach on top of her bed. "So Serah, what exactly does your sister do, you rarely talk about her or even show me how she looks like?"
The pink haired woman looked straight at Vanille and placed her hand on her chin, thinking to herself. "Well, she's never around much because of her job... But she is supposed to be back in town tonight, I wonder what's taking her so long?"
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The thunderous clap of an engine cried throughout the entire lot as its driver pulled into a vacant spot, never bothering to step out of the vehicle to socialize with the others that gathered around her beloved car. All the driver did was sit in her seat as the crowd that surrounded her vehicle gazed at the car with awed expressions.
Normally, the frequent comers that go to the Underground races knew each car and their respective drivers, but the one that the people were gazing at was new to the scene.
An ivory white based vehicle with gold streaks that outlined the hood of the car and lightning streaks that raced down the sides of the car. Jade green streaks outlined the car openings with black lines that intersected and overlapped the lightning streaks; along with what looked like were scriptures above the wheels.
As the driver finished analyzing all the other cars, taking notice that one person was about to place their hands on her machine, the driver let out a loud rev as a warning. The one in question stopped his hand and looked at the driver through the dark tinted glass, making out an icy glare that screamed out death if he were to touch their car. The surrounding people were wise enough to take a couple steps back to keep from the driver running them over while the guy ran in fearing for his life. Lebreau on the other hand, had walked up to the car and lightly knocked on the glass of the driver side.
Looking at the woman who dared touch the driver's car rolled down the window and spoke to the woman in a cool tone. "I take it you run the underground races."
"Yep, that's me, name's Lebreau." The woman said with a smile then turned her attention to the vehicle, "I figure you're new here."
"What makes you say that," asked the driver.
"Your car here gave it away," Lebreau gave a hearty chuckle, "I haven't seen it here at any of my races and I know all the cars and their drivers that come here." Then her auburn eyes moved onto the drivers hair, "That, and your hair. You're the second person I've seen with rose colored hair." The driver's expression changed into a scowl. There was only one other person in the town that had the same color as hers. Lebreau looked at the driver with almost a devilish grin that could lure almost anyone to her, "So mind telling me your name stranger."
Ice blue eyes met auburn, making the driver smirk ever so faintly. "Lightning."
"Ah, Lightning, I take it that you're fast. Hope you're driving skills are like that of your name 'cause I'm putting you in my next race." In that moment, the woman began to step back from the car, not giving the other woman a choice to decline. "Alright lightning, the next race is in five minutes. See you at the starting line."
As Lightning watched the host of the races walk off, she rolled up her window and revved her vehicle as she began to drive towards the starting line.
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"Lightning? That sounds really awesome," the petite red head giggled, "I bet she's fast like it."
"Oh she is, the fastest person I have ever known Vanille." Serah replied in answer to Vanille's statement and nodded in agreement to her own. "I'm not sure if there's anyone as fast as her."
Vanille sat up and crossed her arms in thought, "Well there's Fang, I'm sure she can beat her."
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At the starting line, three cars were aligned with their respective drivers inside. Two of the three were young men then there was Fang. The tanned woman knew the other two drivers. Yuj and Maqui. Both were Lebreau's younger brothers, not by blood but they were orphans so the two felt like they were her younger siblings. The two were competitive with each other and made wagers constantly.
"Hey! You two making more private wagers?!" Fang had yelled at the two from inside her car. Yuj, the young man with ridiculously blue hair, looked at her direction and grinned as Maqui, the other with dirty blond spiked hair which was covered over with a pair of goggles, nodded in response.
"Yeah we are! And this time for sure I'm going to beat Yuj here." Maqui playfully scowled at his older brother. Yuj had won all of their previous races, so the blonde was indeed annoyed by the fact he couldn't gain a single victory over him.
The blue haired male looked at his younger sibling and chuckled, "Hah, as if Maqui! This'll be your 23rd time you're going down!" Yuj thumbed down his younger brother who earned himself an annoyed scowl and a shook of his fist by Maqui.
"You do realize that you're going up against me, The Almighty Dragon Rider, right." Grinning, Fang revved her engine; a loud metallic roar gave out in its wake from her racing machine. The woman liked to show off during her races, it did come with her personality after all.
Both Yuj and Maqui looked at each other, there was no way that the likes of them could beat the other woman, but that didn't mean they could at least try.
"Alright Fang," Yuj spoke, "if either of us win against you then we get to take your precious Bahamut there."
"And if we lose, whoever comes in last between me and Yuj then you get the car," added Maqui.
Racing for pink slips, huh. The stakes were high for the other two, but her car Bahamut was her very own creation; made with her blood, sweat, and countless times ragging in aggravation. Although on the other hand, the other two cars didn't look half bad either, a tune up and modifications then it would defiantly benefit her for other racing events.
"Alright, you're one you measly grunts. Just have your pink slips in hand when I leave you two eating dust." Again, Fang revved her car several times, taking joy that Bahamut was more than thrilled to cut loose.
A clap of thunder shuddered at the starting line, silencing the dark metallic vehicle. The brunette turned her head to her right, the same car that she heard of before was right beside her, aweing at the structure it possessed. Moving her emerald eyes from the car to the tinted window, she squinted her eyes to make out who rode the vehicle but all the squinting she did couldn't help to figure out the mysterious driver until Lebreau intervened between her eyes and the window.
The mysterious driver in question had rolled down the driver window for the short woman, "Alright Lightning, the bet is ten grand. That or the pink slip to your car."
Lightning smirked and handed Lebreau the money in cash. "I'll do the cash than the pink slip to Odin, he isn't for wager." That's right, Odin here wasn't for takes. It was Lightning's first car and at that, her first victory in a drag race using Odin. Her most prized possession, and there was no way she'd bet her favorite car.
The short haired woman chuckled lightly and took the money then handed the pink haired woman a small device. "I can respect that, here's a GPS, it'll route out the race for you."
"Right, thanks." Lightning looked at the electronic device for a moment then looked at Lebreau, "I'll see you at the finish line." Reverting her eyes from the hostess, she met piercing emeralds, lingering her gaze into the sea of green for minute then breaking reverting her eyes away. Lightning rolled up her window and placed the GPS on a stand in front of her dash board and awaited the go signal.
Fang was left in a trance when her eyes met the cerulean. Just who was that girl, the brunette thought, and her trance soon shattering by the revving of the other cars besides her. Dammit, get a grip Fang. Focus, you need to win this.
At that time, Lebreau stood a couple of feet away in the middle of the cars. "You guys ready?!" She yelled to the drivers. All four revved their engines in response earning a smirk from the short haired woman, "Now as you may know, the streets are blocked off, so you don't need to worry about other cars or civilians getting in the way. Without further ado," flipping a switch that was held in her hand the GPS in the four cars turned on and displayed the route they would be racing on, "Ready!" Again the engines under the hoods of the racers cars screeched out in answer. "Set," raising her arm up into the air, Lebreau grinned as she looked at each and every driver as her arm fell freely downwards. "GO!"
A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed that and thanks for taking the time for reading it. As said before, please review, comment, follow, fav, all that stuff. Please lett me know how I did as far as the story goes, Chapter 2 is in the works and will publish as soon as it's complete!