GONE TO CALIFORNIA
CHAPTER 1: The Streets are made of Silver...
The air was thick with late night heat, the humidity of a storm lingering behind. Lights lit up the windows of a small California city, little shadows seen as curious inhabitants watched the show in the ally below their windows. The street vibrated with the bass of stereos from car speakers, Spanish rap and R&B trying to blare each other out, but somehow canceling each other out instead. Throngs of people lined the two sides of the street, gangs' colors shown clearly and proudly upon clothing. Some engines revved, and shouts and cheers was heard form their peers. There were all sorts of cars, ranging from slick sport cars perfect for picking up honeys, to speed demons that roared loudly as the gas pedal was slammed. Some tires screeched in protest at this, as they were put in park but the wheels still turned. But there weren't only cars, but bikes as well. This night was their night too. Some Harleys were shown of, but they wouldn't be in the races. No it was the speeders, the ones that had nitro tanks built in and reached amazing speeds in a matter of seconds.
And it was here that we find our first character, as he sat upon his Kawasaki ZX72, custom painted and parts hand picked by him. It was a deep red, the design of a rabid white dog snarling viciously, eyes insane, and it looked to pounce. The design stretched to the back, copied to each side, and he flipped the back up to check the new nitro tanks that were just installed. The distribution system had been modified the day before and she purred like a kitten. Taking a leather strap, he quickly and efficiently tied back his long mane of silver hair, and red bandana on his head. He paused before putting on his black helmet with a paint job that made it look like it had been clawed at by some beast. He gave a thumbs up to his partner, best friend, co-mechanic, and only person who understood him fully.
His friend gave it back and gave him a grin. His white teeth flashed, which caught the attention of a few girls, so he smiled more. His almost black violet eyes gleamed mischievously and he smoothed his pony tailed dark brown hair. He flexed his shoulders and walked over to the girls to do what he did best. Flirt.
The man on the bikes laughed and rolled his eyes. It didn't matter, if it had legs, pretty smile and a will to flirt, it was a target for Miroku. He lifted a clawed hand to check to make sure his hair would stay in place, then slipped the helmet over his head for a snug fit. He turned the ignition, and the bikes roared to life. He watched as the other racers came to the line that had been spray painted on the pavement of the road. They matched their bikes, colors coordinated to their gangs. He saw Ling's, a member of the Chinese gangs the Dragons, deep emerald bike pull up and gave him a nod. He really had no problem with the Chinese, they had respect for this type of thing. Then came the rider of a Puerto Rican gang, the red white and blue of their flag bright on his bike. Then came one of the people he MOST despised. The rider pulled dup next to him and revved a challenge at him. The misty gray of his team, the wolf tribe, was incorporated to the whirlwind on his helmet, a rearing savage wolf painted cross his Honda CBR1100XX with the same gray.
"Come on dog turd, eat my dust," he could hear Kouga say through his helmet and he growled.
"Not before mine wolf shit," Inuyasha challenged back, and revved his bike. He didn't see Kouga smirk and flip the visor of his helmet down. Three more riders pulled up, two from Dominick's gang and one from Leo's, both top status gang leaders. Then one pulled up with a dark deep purple gang color, and Inuyasha would know it anywhere. It was Naraku's, a very influential and top status gang leader. Though why he was, Inuyasha didn't know, there was just something about the man that told you not to trust him, yet he had followers wearing his color and cheering when he didn't to grace them and race. He always won, though he never raced Inuyasha before. He observed the rider and noticed his shaky thin form turn his head to glance at Naraku. That had to be Goshinki, a purple haired freak with a liking to crack, the one thing he was rewarded for winning a race. Inuyasha shook his head. Why people joined with others like that was beyond him. Sure, some of the top leaders were good very good, and had racers winning for them and the team all the time. But to use your racers was wrong and frowned upon in the Motorcycle society. But it was never corrected.
He by nature was a loner, and refused to rely upon people who would put you down faster than help you if you were in deep shit. Though there were situations where that didn't happen, but they were few in number. That's why you had to be careful in gang, cause there's a certain code that everyone follows. Don't fuck up hugely and you don't get your knees bashed back. He hated to be a conformist, and didn't bother to look for an accepting color. It by chance he found Miroku in need of help and teamed up with him. But that was it.
"Hold up, hold up!" a black guy walked out in front of them, loudspeaker in hand to address every one. To Inuyasha, he looked like a Ludicrous wanna be, but he never said anything. "before we get on this thing, we have a late entry wantin' to race. Now we don't normally do this type of shit, but hey? What are we here for!" the crowd around them cheered. "Though, the rider never gave a name. But here she comes and she's ready to go!"
Inuyasha's brow rose. She? They heard an engine behind them, and all riders turned their head around. She was fast, and before he knew it, she pulled up right beside him on his other side from Kouga. A VFR8001 Honda pulled up, all black with silver tailpipes and handles. On the gas tank, a bow design had been stretched to fit the tank, and a plain arrow was notched in the bow. He had no doubt it was copied on the other side, a popular method, and it purred smoothly. The rider was undoubtedly female, black leather stretched over curves loosely and comfortably, and raven hair came form under the helmet to stop at her lower back. The helmet was black, with a little sunset painted at the nape, and her visor was closed. He heard Kouga sit up to look, and he heard a catcall. Well, catcalls were all around. Whistles too. It seems this no name rider is getting some attention.
Curious, Inuyasha flipped up his visor and leaned in her direction.
"Hey what's your name?"
Her head turned his way slightly but no answer. It irked him.
"Hey, I ask what's you name? Do you have a hearing problem or something?"
Her shoulders shifted but she paid no mind to him. His brows lowered. "You don't have the decency to answer a damn question wench-"
Her head snapped his way, and he could have sworn he felt her glare.
"All right people, lets get this show on the road! Rev your engines and get ready, a whole mess of shit is about to go down!" the Ludicrous wanna be walked off and two people came out form the side holding big white clothes in their hands, slightly backed from the new track. The crowd calmed a bit. Inuyasha looked back to the woman on the black bike, and noticed she was till staring at him. He winked at her. She flipped him off, directing her attention back to the race. He only grinned and flipped his visor back down.
Engines revved as requested and riders leaned close to the body of their bikes. Inuyasha was the corner of his eye Kouga flip him off and rev his engine. Inuyasha revved back. The ones with the white cloth raised them, making the adrenalin in his blood start pumping. He loved racing. The clothes came down.
And they were off faster than the eyes could see. Shouting and cheering broke out again. The course had been carefully laid, the different gangs making an outline around. It had been carefully plotted so that police interference was minimal. The racers zoomed by people and took a right down a back ally. Inuyasha could feel his tight grip on the handles, his heart pounding in excitement. Ever since he started this shit, he couldn't get enough of it. It was like a drug he had to take. The speed the excitement in the air, it was all he ever needed to get him going. It was like a high that only got better because you now knew you could win. They took another sharp turn right, his leather chaps scraping the pavement as he went low. Currently, he was in the lead pack with Kouga, Leo's man, and ling. He cursed when Kouga suddenly came in front of him, hoping to cut him off. Fat fucking chance. He only turned the handle and gear shift and zoomed ahead.
But then he heard someone up on his tail. He looked in his review and almost jumped to see the woman behind him. That was fast! How fast was this chick? Came up on her left, a head a little, right at his rear left. But Inuyasha didn't worry. He knew Kouga wouldn't cheat. Cheating was shunned in the circle racing, and often punished harshly. You could do this one of many ways, knee breaking, torture, having your bike seized and given to the person you cheated against, or banned from racing in the city ever again. And now that Kouga was a newly appointed top status leader of his group, he wasn't about to fuck his reputation for a measly competition fight.
The riders sped over a bridge, the water below reflecting their images back at them. The woman behind hadn't moved but kept a constant speed with him. Kouga had moved to his right and was now fighting for first. They had made a full circle of the city, and the cheering of gangs began some distance from the actually starting/finishing line. They were so close he could almost feel his heart about to burst from his chest. He loved to win; it gave you this sudden burst that you can't replace unless you did it again. And he had some money riding on this race.
But unknown to Inuyasha, Goshinki had his life riding on this race. The purple haired man twitched on his bike, jerking it to the side. God, he needed some crack, anything. Otherwise, he would die. Naraku hasn't been too pleased with Goshinki lately, and held back the man's reward every time he lost. Goshinki was forced to go to bad dealers, their product nothing to what Naraku gives him. And that displeasure was growing into irritation, and that was not good. 'Goshinki, find a way to win this race, otherwise, I might be forced to do something I really don't want to...' Naraku had let the threat hang, but Goshinki knew exactly what would happen. Naraku would kill him, just like that. It wasn't like he was an important part of the team, never was, but he had been a good racer. Keyword, been. And now his time was up and he didn't want to believe that. He needed to stay on the team, be a factor, anything just to live. He had to win this race, it was the only. There was only one turn left before the finish line would come into view. He needed to do something. He spotted the black clad woman, right behind Inuyasha. She was in a good position, seeing as Inuyasha was one of the best. To be there would most likely save his life if he was there. He fingers tightened on the handles of his bike. He had to get there.
Inuyasha had seen the turn coming, and prepared his nitro for the final jump. Just as they turned, his knee coming close to the pavement, he came up and pressed the button for the tanks to spray the gas, making him go faster. But he didn't miss the noise, or the screeching of tires on road to stop. He looked in his mirror to no longer find the woman but Goshinki, making him frown. Since when the hell was Goshinki so good? But just behind Goshinki was a black form on the ground, sprawled under a black bike. The woman was lying right where she had managed to stop her speeding bike.
For those who were behind them, they saw clearly when Goshinki suddenly came up right to the woman and clipped her rear wheel, causing her to swerve and lose control. She took a sharp turn left, the body turning so that she could stop. The tires didn't grip well, and she slid that way for some feet, banging her wrist and scraping away the knee of her pant to scrap her knee bloody. When she finally came to a stop, she dropped to the ground, panting and rolled from under her bike.
Inuyasha's eyes went wide. Goshinki had cheated! He meant to swerve around and get the woman, but he was crossing the finish line in first place before he knew it. Cheers erupted at the excitement and riders slowed down. But not Inuyasha. He swirled around sharply, tires protesting to the sudden change and sped down the other way as the bike got its bearings back. Behind him, many stared after him, and Miroku made an attempt to run after him. But he was too fast.
However, when he arrived to where the woman had come to a sliding halt, he braked hard and stared dumbfounded. For all that was left to the mysterious rider was tire tracks. Inuyasha got off his bike and flung his helmet off, golden eyes looking around worriedly. He bent down to where she had been and rubbed a couple fingers across the still hot pavement. They came up with dirty blood reddening his fingertips.
::::::::::::::::::::::okay so that the first chapter. What do you think? I know there wasn't much talking that comes later, but I thought it was a good introduction. And there is a special reason I start this story today.
THIS WAS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!!!YAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!
CHAPTER 1: The Streets are made of Silver...
The air was thick with late night heat, the humidity of a storm lingering behind. Lights lit up the windows of a small California city, little shadows seen as curious inhabitants watched the show in the ally below their windows. The street vibrated with the bass of stereos from car speakers, Spanish rap and R&B trying to blare each other out, but somehow canceling each other out instead. Throngs of people lined the two sides of the street, gangs' colors shown clearly and proudly upon clothing. Some engines revved, and shouts and cheers was heard form their peers. There were all sorts of cars, ranging from slick sport cars perfect for picking up honeys, to speed demons that roared loudly as the gas pedal was slammed. Some tires screeched in protest at this, as they were put in park but the wheels still turned. But there weren't only cars, but bikes as well. This night was their night too. Some Harleys were shown of, but they wouldn't be in the races. No it was the speeders, the ones that had nitro tanks built in and reached amazing speeds in a matter of seconds.
And it was here that we find our first character, as he sat upon his Kawasaki ZX72, custom painted and parts hand picked by him. It was a deep red, the design of a rabid white dog snarling viciously, eyes insane, and it looked to pounce. The design stretched to the back, copied to each side, and he flipped the back up to check the new nitro tanks that were just installed. The distribution system had been modified the day before and she purred like a kitten. Taking a leather strap, he quickly and efficiently tied back his long mane of silver hair, and red bandana on his head. He paused before putting on his black helmet with a paint job that made it look like it had been clawed at by some beast. He gave a thumbs up to his partner, best friend, co-mechanic, and only person who understood him fully.
His friend gave it back and gave him a grin. His white teeth flashed, which caught the attention of a few girls, so he smiled more. His almost black violet eyes gleamed mischievously and he smoothed his pony tailed dark brown hair. He flexed his shoulders and walked over to the girls to do what he did best. Flirt.
The man on the bikes laughed and rolled his eyes. It didn't matter, if it had legs, pretty smile and a will to flirt, it was a target for Miroku. He lifted a clawed hand to check to make sure his hair would stay in place, then slipped the helmet over his head for a snug fit. He turned the ignition, and the bikes roared to life. He watched as the other racers came to the line that had been spray painted on the pavement of the road. They matched their bikes, colors coordinated to their gangs. He saw Ling's, a member of the Chinese gangs the Dragons, deep emerald bike pull up and gave him a nod. He really had no problem with the Chinese, they had respect for this type of thing. Then came the rider of a Puerto Rican gang, the red white and blue of their flag bright on his bike. Then came one of the people he MOST despised. The rider pulled dup next to him and revved a challenge at him. The misty gray of his team, the wolf tribe, was incorporated to the whirlwind on his helmet, a rearing savage wolf painted cross his Honda CBR1100XX with the same gray.
"Come on dog turd, eat my dust," he could hear Kouga say through his helmet and he growled.
"Not before mine wolf shit," Inuyasha challenged back, and revved his bike. He didn't see Kouga smirk and flip the visor of his helmet down. Three more riders pulled up, two from Dominick's gang and one from Leo's, both top status gang leaders. Then one pulled up with a dark deep purple gang color, and Inuyasha would know it anywhere. It was Naraku's, a very influential and top status gang leader. Though why he was, Inuyasha didn't know, there was just something about the man that told you not to trust him, yet he had followers wearing his color and cheering when he didn't to grace them and race. He always won, though he never raced Inuyasha before. He observed the rider and noticed his shaky thin form turn his head to glance at Naraku. That had to be Goshinki, a purple haired freak with a liking to crack, the one thing he was rewarded for winning a race. Inuyasha shook his head. Why people joined with others like that was beyond him. Sure, some of the top leaders were good very good, and had racers winning for them and the team all the time. But to use your racers was wrong and frowned upon in the Motorcycle society. But it was never corrected.
He by nature was a loner, and refused to rely upon people who would put you down faster than help you if you were in deep shit. Though there were situations where that didn't happen, but they were few in number. That's why you had to be careful in gang, cause there's a certain code that everyone follows. Don't fuck up hugely and you don't get your knees bashed back. He hated to be a conformist, and didn't bother to look for an accepting color. It by chance he found Miroku in need of help and teamed up with him. But that was it.
"Hold up, hold up!" a black guy walked out in front of them, loudspeaker in hand to address every one. To Inuyasha, he looked like a Ludicrous wanna be, but he never said anything. "before we get on this thing, we have a late entry wantin' to race. Now we don't normally do this type of shit, but hey? What are we here for!" the crowd around them cheered. "Though, the rider never gave a name. But here she comes and she's ready to go!"
Inuyasha's brow rose. She? They heard an engine behind them, and all riders turned their head around. She was fast, and before he knew it, she pulled up right beside him on his other side from Kouga. A VFR8001 Honda pulled up, all black with silver tailpipes and handles. On the gas tank, a bow design had been stretched to fit the tank, and a plain arrow was notched in the bow. He had no doubt it was copied on the other side, a popular method, and it purred smoothly. The rider was undoubtedly female, black leather stretched over curves loosely and comfortably, and raven hair came form under the helmet to stop at her lower back. The helmet was black, with a little sunset painted at the nape, and her visor was closed. He heard Kouga sit up to look, and he heard a catcall. Well, catcalls were all around. Whistles too. It seems this no name rider is getting some attention.
Curious, Inuyasha flipped up his visor and leaned in her direction.
"Hey what's your name?"
Her head turned his way slightly but no answer. It irked him.
"Hey, I ask what's you name? Do you have a hearing problem or something?"
Her shoulders shifted but she paid no mind to him. His brows lowered. "You don't have the decency to answer a damn question wench-"
Her head snapped his way, and he could have sworn he felt her glare.
"All right people, lets get this show on the road! Rev your engines and get ready, a whole mess of shit is about to go down!" the Ludicrous wanna be walked off and two people came out form the side holding big white clothes in their hands, slightly backed from the new track. The crowd calmed a bit. Inuyasha looked back to the woman on the black bike, and noticed she was till staring at him. He winked at her. She flipped him off, directing her attention back to the race. He only grinned and flipped his visor back down.
Engines revved as requested and riders leaned close to the body of their bikes. Inuyasha was the corner of his eye Kouga flip him off and rev his engine. Inuyasha revved back. The ones with the white cloth raised them, making the adrenalin in his blood start pumping. He loved racing. The clothes came down.
And they were off faster than the eyes could see. Shouting and cheering broke out again. The course had been carefully laid, the different gangs making an outline around. It had been carefully plotted so that police interference was minimal. The racers zoomed by people and took a right down a back ally. Inuyasha could feel his tight grip on the handles, his heart pounding in excitement. Ever since he started this shit, he couldn't get enough of it. It was like a drug he had to take. The speed the excitement in the air, it was all he ever needed to get him going. It was like a high that only got better because you now knew you could win. They took another sharp turn right, his leather chaps scraping the pavement as he went low. Currently, he was in the lead pack with Kouga, Leo's man, and ling. He cursed when Kouga suddenly came in front of him, hoping to cut him off. Fat fucking chance. He only turned the handle and gear shift and zoomed ahead.
But then he heard someone up on his tail. He looked in his review and almost jumped to see the woman behind him. That was fast! How fast was this chick? Came up on her left, a head a little, right at his rear left. But Inuyasha didn't worry. He knew Kouga wouldn't cheat. Cheating was shunned in the circle racing, and often punished harshly. You could do this one of many ways, knee breaking, torture, having your bike seized and given to the person you cheated against, or banned from racing in the city ever again. And now that Kouga was a newly appointed top status leader of his group, he wasn't about to fuck his reputation for a measly competition fight.
The riders sped over a bridge, the water below reflecting their images back at them. The woman behind hadn't moved but kept a constant speed with him. Kouga had moved to his right and was now fighting for first. They had made a full circle of the city, and the cheering of gangs began some distance from the actually starting/finishing line. They were so close he could almost feel his heart about to burst from his chest. He loved to win; it gave you this sudden burst that you can't replace unless you did it again. And he had some money riding on this race.
But unknown to Inuyasha, Goshinki had his life riding on this race. The purple haired man twitched on his bike, jerking it to the side. God, he needed some crack, anything. Otherwise, he would die. Naraku hasn't been too pleased with Goshinki lately, and held back the man's reward every time he lost. Goshinki was forced to go to bad dealers, their product nothing to what Naraku gives him. And that displeasure was growing into irritation, and that was not good. 'Goshinki, find a way to win this race, otherwise, I might be forced to do something I really don't want to...' Naraku had let the threat hang, but Goshinki knew exactly what would happen. Naraku would kill him, just like that. It wasn't like he was an important part of the team, never was, but he had been a good racer. Keyword, been. And now his time was up and he didn't want to believe that. He needed to stay on the team, be a factor, anything just to live. He had to win this race, it was the only. There was only one turn left before the finish line would come into view. He needed to do something. He spotted the black clad woman, right behind Inuyasha. She was in a good position, seeing as Inuyasha was one of the best. To be there would most likely save his life if he was there. He fingers tightened on the handles of his bike. He had to get there.
Inuyasha had seen the turn coming, and prepared his nitro for the final jump. Just as they turned, his knee coming close to the pavement, he came up and pressed the button for the tanks to spray the gas, making him go faster. But he didn't miss the noise, or the screeching of tires on road to stop. He looked in his mirror to no longer find the woman but Goshinki, making him frown. Since when the hell was Goshinki so good? But just behind Goshinki was a black form on the ground, sprawled under a black bike. The woman was lying right where she had managed to stop her speeding bike.
For those who were behind them, they saw clearly when Goshinki suddenly came up right to the woman and clipped her rear wheel, causing her to swerve and lose control. She took a sharp turn left, the body turning so that she could stop. The tires didn't grip well, and she slid that way for some feet, banging her wrist and scraping away the knee of her pant to scrap her knee bloody. When she finally came to a stop, she dropped to the ground, panting and rolled from under her bike.
Inuyasha's eyes went wide. Goshinki had cheated! He meant to swerve around and get the woman, but he was crossing the finish line in first place before he knew it. Cheers erupted at the excitement and riders slowed down. But not Inuyasha. He swirled around sharply, tires protesting to the sudden change and sped down the other way as the bike got its bearings back. Behind him, many stared after him, and Miroku made an attempt to run after him. But he was too fast.
However, when he arrived to where the woman had come to a sliding halt, he braked hard and stared dumbfounded. For all that was left to the mysterious rider was tire tracks. Inuyasha got off his bike and flung his helmet off, golden eyes looking around worriedly. He bent down to where she had been and rubbed a couple fingers across the still hot pavement. They came up with dirty blood reddening his fingertips.
::::::::::::::::::::::okay so that the first chapter. What do you think? I know there wasn't much talking that comes later, but I thought it was a good introduction. And there is a special reason I start this story today.
THIS WAS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!!!YAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!
