Title - Currently Unnamed

Author - Lex

Disclaimer - This fic is for entertainment purposes only.

Summary - Takes place directly after TF&TF 3 - Tokyo Drift. Will contain spoilers for those who have not yet seen this movie.

Ch.1 - Introduction

As engines roared and tyres squealed, the crowd scattered to get to the elevator that would take them to the top of the parking building. They rushed frantically to their cars, trying to keep an eye on the two speeding up the levels, taking a moment to stare in shock that Sean was behind.

They gathered as fast as possible at the top of the building, waiting anxiously, eyes glued to the opening of the hardest drifting part of the race. Hearts pounding quickly whilst adrenaline swept over them.

Jaws dropped when what appeared in front of them was a Charger and not the familiar Eagle of their Drift King. Collective gasps shot through the large group, who rushed over to the man behind the wheel, congratulating him in words that didn't need translating.

He pushed his door open when people stepped back. His eyes scanned the crowd and felt a pang of hurt when he didn't find what he was looking for. He didn't think he'd ever get it back now. He breathed in the stench of burning rubber, finding it a mild comfort.

He turned as the Eagle purred to a halt behind him and a grin spread out over his face, white teeth taunting the younger man. "Not bad kid."

Sean couldn't help but break into a smile too, whether it was shock that someone had beaten him, or that this man was quite clearly teasing him. "Same to you, old man."

The jest aroused a throaty laugh from the bigger man, who stepped over. For a second when he started raising his arm it looked as though he was going to hit Sean but instead he clasped his arm around his forearm in a respectful manner.

"Keep it up." He nodded and let go, spinning back around and stalking back to his awaiting beast.

"You not sticking around?" Sean called over, raising a slightly confused brow. He wanted to know more about this guy, especially if he had known Han before he had ever met him.

The guy just kept walking back to the charger. Everyone parted to let him drive through, the unmistakable roar of a powerful engine ripping through the night.

Twinkie and Neela stepped forward, Neela slipping her arm around Sean's waist and smiled at him. Twinkie was laughing and Sean just rolled his eyes, kissing Neela's temple before tugging her over to his car. He glanced back at the space this mysterious racer had just seconds ago been in. Shaking his head, he slipped into his Eagle and drove off.

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Sean wiped his brow and let out a long grunt as he went back to the wrench work under Neela's car. Even though she had warned him not to touch it, he couldn't help himself. Her Mazda RX8 needed work and not only that but he had been dying to touch it ever since he'd seen her drive it.

He heard the shutters rising and he picked out the sound of Twinkie's car. He slid out and made a face when seeing that Neela was with him. He was in trouble. His girl narrowed her eyes slightly and waved a hand at her car. "What have you done! My car is in pieces Sean I told you not to touch it!"

Sean pushed himself up to stand, stammering an excuse the best he could, he could see the angry fire in Neela's eyes. He was tempted to smirk at it, he enjoyed seeing her riled. But he knew better not to. Twinkie quickly stepped between the couple and slapped a file against Sean's chest.

"What's this?" He took the file and moved to a seat before flipping it open. He got his answer. Staring back at him was a picture of the guy who had beat him the night before. His forehead creased in curiosity, drawing his eyes over the pages. "Dominic Toretto-" He started.

Twinkie jumped in, interrupting his friend excitedly. "You know who that is?" He asked, even though it was obvious that Sean didn't have a clue. "This guy has dominated the racing world for years. Used to run the L.A scene before he disappeared. A year or so ago, he turns up again, wiping out everyone in his path."

Sean sat forward, glancing over to Neela who was cursing him out as she began putting her car back together. He bit back a chuckle and concentrated back on the matter at hand. "What's this got to do with Han?"

Grabbing a piece of paper from the file, Twinkie pointed at some small writing. "This." He gave Sean a second to try and understand what it meant before explaining. "Let me break it down like this. Toretto got in bad waters with a guy called Tran, Tran's cousin was Han."

Still not grasping this, Sean stared back and shrugged. "Alright so what about Han, he stick by his cousin or Toretto?" His southern drawl filled the garage space.

"That's the thing, Han came over here before things really got messy. Or at least that's what I worked out." Twinkie shrugged and handed the sheet back and took a few pictures out of his pocket, sliding them over. "This is Toretto's team, but no one has head from them for years."

The Southerner looked at them and chuckled. "They look bad ass." He joked, earning a frown from his friend.

"Don't let this wholesome image fool you man, I've been hearing some pretty interesting stories about them." Twinkie stood up, fishing his keys out of his pockets.

"I got some things to sell, you kids play nice now!" He laughed and got in his big green Hulk car, leaving the couple alone.

Neela walked over, waving the wrench at her boyfriend. "Touch my car again Sean and you won't be racing for a long time."

Sean laughed and nodded, getting up and grabbing her up over his shoulder, making his way up the stairs to the bunks with her as she screamed at him to put her down.

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Staring back at himself in the cracked mirror of the motel room, he noted that he was starting to look old beyond his years. He sighed and dipped his hands into the cool pool of water in the sink, splashing the refreshing liquid on his face. He patted it dry with a suspiciously dirty towel then stepped out of the tiny bathroom to the main room.

He sat on the end of the bed, hearing it creak in protest to his mass. Leaning over he tied up his boots and pulled his jeans over them, rising again with a stretch.

He hadn't planned on staying longer than one night but he was exhausted from all of the driving and racing he had been doing. Some nights he won pink slips and he would send the cars to an old airport hanger in Hiroshima where he had people take care of them. Other nights he won cash but sometimes he raced just for the rush.

Flipping his wallet open, his thumb brushed over the small photo of his team, taken when they were still back in L.A and before things went sour. He missed them but deep down he knew that he couldn't bring himself back to see them, not yet. He knew where they were, had found out through a contact he'd met in Shanghai, but it wasn't the right time.

He yanked a white shirt of his head and buckled the belt on his jeans. He grabbed up a small bag and the motel room key, pulling the door open and stepping out, locking the door behind him.

Taking a few steps out into the street, he embraced the feeling of anonymity as he joined the bustling people of the city of Tokyo.

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