Betrayal Games by Lesfriendly
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Chapter 1: Find
"GREEN RUNNING ON SHORT LEAD – GOLD RIGHT BEHIND HIM! THEY'RE NECK ON NECK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
Two cars exchanged first and second places in a span of 5 seconds, zigzagging their way around the race track.
"Green! Go Green!" the audience shrieked. It wasn't so much as to the car or its sponsors, but more so because of the driver.
"Green should win! He's going to win, I know it!"a blonde girl whispered to her black-haired companion. The companion nodded at her friend, who looked so red on the face she looked like she was overheating.
Behind the wheels of GREEN, the driver was gripping the wheel tight, jerking it right whenever GOLD would try to fly past him. The driver's eyes sparkled with mischief – he wasn't going to let someone else win this from him. He stepped hard on the gas pedal again and for a moment enjoyed several seconds of a lead. He grinned – a smile he shared with the other members of the audience as they too saw the slight advantage.
A finger tapped the shoulder of the blonde girl, and she turned around to come face to face with an odd-looking fellow. He was short and his hair was spiky, and he had crimson eyes that probed her with a tone of seriousness, she had a feeling she had better be polite or something else would happen.
"Yes?"
"Who is this Green?" the odd looking stranger asked.
"Only the cutest race car driver ever born!" she said. She shoved a pamphlet to his hands and quickly glanced at the tracks, hopeful she didn't miss any action. She was partly relieved – Green was still maintaining a lead over Gold. The rest of the cars were more than five seconds away, left behind by the two experts' dust.
The stranger looked at the pamphlet that looked like it had been sat upon and flipped this way and that. He couldn't read much Japanese, but he understood numbers and there were photographs beside them. Unfortunately, the photographs were in black and white. But he knew what he was looking for. He knew who Green was, he just needed a confirmation. It has been a long time, after all, and it would be better not to take any chances.
His stomach churned at that thought of time. It was something he had- no, they had, some time ago, and then it was suddenly snatched from them. He paused – there would be a time for more thoughts on that later. He resumed scanning the numbers and the photographs on the pamphlet simultaneously to save time. A little bit more of it.
"He's right here," said a female voice, and he looked up to see the blonde's finger coming down to a singular face with the number 12 emblazoned on its side. He followed the finger and saw Green – the driver the race car everybody was cheering for. The person in the photo didn't have anything green about him because the photo was in newsprint, but he knew, oh he knew. Those eyes were as green as emeralds, and that mane was as red as fire. He bore a mischievous grin on the photograph, a grin he came to know too many times a long time ago, back when they had time to get to know each other. And memorize.
He nodded to the other girl in thanks and allowed himself a small smirk to match Green's silent one in the photograph. It was a feral grin – a grin he knew Green wore at the beginning of a hunt, when he knew exactly how he was going to catch his prey. A grin that was shared to him time and again. When they would run off into adventures with their friends. When Green was slouched on the ground dripping blood, about to die, and right before he would suddenly, calmly, explain to his killer why he wasn't to be so.
He looked up at the track again and saw the race clock ticking violently on a giant screen across the bleachers where they sat. "Oh noo!!!" the blonde girl screamed, and he saw that GREEN's car suddenly slid past GOLD's.
The girl blinked and suddenly, the odd stranger before her was gone. The pamphlet he held dropped to the ground, along with her gaze. No, she wasn't dreaming. He had been there.
"Where's the runt?" her friend asked, distractedly as she kept her eyes on Green's car, which was aggressively trying to get its lead back.
"I don't know…" the blonde whispered. She stared off onto the rest of the bleachers but she couldn't find him anymore.
The stranger had been too fast to see when he flitted away from the bleachers towards a better vantage point – a tall tree at the back of the track. He picked a secluded branch and braced himself. He put his hands at the back of his head, untying a white bandana that covered his forehead. A purplish eye appeared on the bandanna's place, emitting a slow light. He used this eye to lock his thoughts and energy onto the driver of car #12.
Kurama, he called.
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