What Makes You Different, Makes You Beautiful

I own nothing but the idea.

"HAN!"

"Move man!"

"What the fuck has gotten into you!"

"Drive, dude! You're gonna lose!"

People hollered. Men shouted, women cursed. Cars roared and raced past slicing deep into the silence of the night. Save for one fancy, super fast car and its handsome owner.

His eyes were fixed somewhere else than the track. The race lay forgotten, rising noise slipping past and above his ears. Right now, nothing but she mattered.

Putting the car in reverse, he offered an unmindful smile to no one particular as he drove away from the racing venue. Racers , gamblers and hot women in skimpy clothes watched with mouth agape as Han Lue drove off to god knows whichever hell.

Somewhere deep in the heart of Japan, the sleek car carved its way through the steeliness of the barren, dark streets.

I'll find you. You will be mine.

A.N: Hi! I know nothing at all about cars. I need all the help I can get. The next chapters will be longer. Its just a cheesy love story, minor action scenes. So, to all the hard-core adventure lovers, I'm sorry this is not for you.

The title is derive from a Backstreet Boys track with the same title.