Full Description: Soren and Ike used to be the best of friends and the best of racers. In the team street races held by "The Master Hand" in Smash city, Ike served as they're driver and Soren they're navigator. After escaping the law countless times, they're luck had finally ran out.

A devastating crash had thrown both men out of the car's windshield while the cops caught up to they're lightning fast car. Soren had fallen into a pile of old barrels and remained hidden while Ike had not been so fortunate and found himself in hand cuffs as he looked at the limp, bloody hand of his partner sticking out from under the rubble.

Years later, Ike had witnessed life changing events while imprisoned and chose to change his ways, going as far as to become the most hardworking, dedicated, responsible policeman in the state of Fire Emblem. But his new style wasn't shared with his dear friend who he thought he had left for dead long ago. But his friend hadn't left him for the next life, just for a different life, far from him.

Soren had become the most sneaky, intelligent, notorious racer in the country of Nintendo. Now that Soren had another opportunity at a team race, he's taking in the amateur, Link, and seeing what he can do with this energetic blond.

This is not a story for the faint of heart, there's romance, adventure, violence, gore and of course racing with rocket speeds!

Prologue

In Soren's Eyes

"You need to speed it up a little!" I franticly suggested as the sound of fifty or more sirens screeched into the midnight air.

"What do you think I'm doing?" my partner shouted back at me as his eyes darted from the rearview mirror to the road. He took one of his hands off the jumpy steering wheel and shoved it into the vast darkness of his glove box.

The tires squealed at the sharp turn Ike made at the red light as he pulled out a hand gun that I hadn't known about.

"What do you think you're going to do with that?" I asked as I checked the map for an escape route.

"I'm just going to shoot their tires," he breathed as he cocked the gun, steering the car with his forearms, "Hold the wheel."

My hands grasped the black circle as he bent out the window and fired at the police cars behind us. The sound of several cars crashing went off behind us as we continued along.

"Yeah!" Ike began to cheer, "Take those sprinkles on your doughnuts!"

His strange sayings amused me as he moved his face toward mine and gave me a kiss. I really didn't care if it was against the rules of the racing games, I love Ike and Ike loves me. Of course the happy ending ended quickly as I looked back to the rode to see our car heading straight for the water barrels at the divide of the high way and the exit.

The momentum of our 221 mph vehicle was instantly stopped as the water exploded and we went flying out of our seats.

I remember seeing blood and fire and lights going off in the distance but there was something on top of me and I couldn't pull myself to move as I saw Ike's limping, wobbling body being pulled up and slammed against the hood of the cop's car. His hands were being cuffed, my arm burned in pain and then the world went black.