Fast & Furious: Tokyo Drift/Fast Five fic.

Playlist:

Marilyn Manson - Lunchbox

I bring you; fire

3OH!3 - We Are Young

I broke free, cast away; won't find me.

Chapter 1: Remember when, I crashed that jerks car.

Han Seoul-Oh never was one for commitment.

He was smothered in models every night and on more than one occasion he would eventually bring them back to his bedroom in his loft and they would sleep together.

Then, if he wasn't too tired, he would kick them out and find another or he would sleep and kick them out in the morning. That was the life and times of Han Lue. My saviour, my friend and my shining knight all in one.

Han was made for the fast and furious life that was car racing, VIP room parties, models and crime.

It was just how things worked when you were around someone like him for so long. You were mixed up in all the shit that came with him. His scheming ways of cheating Yakuza's nephew, his outright refusal to drift unless there were girls involved, the monotone, stoic behaviour that has you hanging on a thread and the trust issues he has.

When I met Han two years ago, there was only one person he trusted.

Himself.

Two months later when I'd accidentally crashed my car into DK's friends car made him smile at me for the first time and then when I'd helped Earl and Reiko fix a car was when he finally allowed me into one of his VIP parties.

I was only sixteen and just a kid to him but it was when I realized I belonged here. With Han, Earl, Reiko and Twinkee and the clubhouse and the loft and the underground racing scene.

This was my life now.

As dangerous it may be.

'Lee, Reiko said you can take a look at my car now.'

Casting the mixed race boy a look, I sighed and placed my laptop on the counter. My toast forgotten long ago, I threw it in the bin as I passed it making my way to Twinkee's parked car outside the loft.

It was 9AM and a Wednesday which meant Han and that blonde model from last night were still sleeping upstairs and everyone else was either dozing in their bunks or off to school, which Twinkee should be doing right now.

'Engine is still stuttering?' I asked as I popped his hood and made my way around to look at the engine.

It was installed in his car only a week ago but since then, he'd been having trouble racing with it.

'It doesn't let me get past 90 before it goes into complete jump mode.' Twinkee explained and did a little drama performance to emphasize how the car would jitter and I laughed.

I ran a hand through my short dark hair and prodded it a little.

'Okay, leave it here. Earl is here after school, I'll have him check it.'

'I need it for school, Lina!' Twinkee complained and I rolled my eyes. I wasn't any good with the mechanical stuff that involved cars. In fact, it took me ages to actually learn how to fill my water up. I was more the computer nerd.

'Oh for crying out loud, Twinkee. Fine, drop it round after school-'

'Races.'

I shot him a dark look and he shut up. When there was races, the garage was closed which meant Twinkee's car was officially going to have to wait until tomorrow when Earl could take a proper look at it.

Twinkee gave me a knowing look and I fought a smile because he looked so damn cute, 'just means you'll have to lay off the racing until tomorrow okay?'

The teenager pouted but Lina then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, 'come on. Get your ass to school. Don't go past 90 or you'll...' I imitated the drama act that Twinkee had done earlier and we both laughed as he got in his green, shiny, Twinkee-customised car and drove out of the loft and towards the school.

If only we had an extra guy around here who could give Earl a hand.

Reiko was an expert as customisation and welding but when it came to installing engines, Earl was the man. Han never did much work around here anymore except for running the business.

I looked up towards the balcony where I could see the bedroom door of Han's room and a light was shining underneath meaning either Han was awake or the model was which meant in about five minutes regardless, she would be running down the stairs and out towards the street in tears because the poor soul realized she wasn't the one who could turn Han into the boyfriend type.

Exactly why I'll never let him know that I care about him more than he thinks I do.

As I sat down back at the counter and checked over a few customers documents on my laptop I heard the upstairs door open. I didn't have to look up to know who was descending down the stairs. The heels on the tiles was familiar as just yesterday morning, a red headed model had been in her position.

Finally, raising my eyes from over my laptop I saw the pretty blonde haired American model who was wiping at her eyes hastily as she wrapped a pink shawl around her shoulders which barely covered anything considering the black sparkly mini dress she had on.

Unfortunately, she noticed me and she scoffed. 'Why does he let you hang around?'

I wanted to reply that me and Han weren't like that but it was no use. Nothing I could say right now could help her feel better. Truthfully, I felt sorry for each and every single woman who had to face the embarassment of rejection every single morning.

'If it's any consolation,' I said without thinking, 'there will be another you tomorrow morning.' And I mentally slapped myself as her pain ridden eyes widened and she let out a sob.

Kicking a spare wash bucket that was by the entrance with her boot, she walked out onto the street and hailed a cab before heading home.

'Her hair smelled of bleach.'

I knew that voice anywhere but I looked up at him as he leaned against the balcony railings and watched the bucket the blonde had kicked over roll around on the floor.

Standing up, I walked so I was directly underneath him on the ground floor and he finally cast his dark, brooding eyes towards me and I shot him a knowing look, 'excuses, excuses.'

Han only smiled before he went back into his room to shower. Picking up the bucket, I set it back right and waited for Han to emerge. Before long, the door opened again and he came out, his hair dripping and a fresh clean white shirt underneath a grey sleeveless blouse and his khaki's.

I decided to run the idea of a new mechanic by him.

'Hey, Han.' I said as I walked up the stairs and he began picking up empty bottles, throwing them into a black bag.

'Hmm?'

I bit my lip, 'have you thought about hiring new work around here?'

Not letting him respond right away, I continued, 'I mean, Earl is the only person who really knows his stuff. I mean, me and Reiko are more sidelines, don't you think?'

Han stood up straight and looked at me.

Whenever he did that, I only shuddered thinking he wasn't looking at me but right through me. That was the effect Han had on people. He didn't talk for a bit and I took a step closer to him, 'Han?'

'I heard you,' he said before getting back to work on the empty cans and ashtrays around the card playing part of the loft, 'I don't think you are sidelines.'

It was rare, if hardly ever you would recieve a compliment from Han Seoul-Oh so I smiled brightly. He didn't give me to time to thank him though and continued on as if he hadn't said anything at all.

'I'll think about it.'

And that meant no, I thought glumly that my attempt had failed. I only nodded and went back down the stairs. I didn't have my own place. I crashed here at the loft and sometimes if Han was at DK's on a night business deal, I'd sleep in his room and Han would take the sofa outside.

That was the relationship between me and the mysterious Korean man. Complicated.

Two years ago, I was on holiday here.

Due to unfortunate circumstances, I was left here and stumbled upon Han's party and to reasons only known to him, he took me in and since then I've been here.

Caught up in the underground illegal racing, helping out in the garage and just being around. At just eighteen I was more of an adult than many people were.

Twinkee's dad is in the army and doesn't spend enough time at home to be considered a father to the young boy. So he sleeps here and spends his time, exchanging tires and helping out around the garage to earn his keep.

I liked the kid and I knew somewhere deep down, Han really liked the kid too.

'Hey Lina.'

I heard from above me and looked back at Han who tossed a cloth in his hands as he leaned casually on the balcony. 'Do you want an extra guy around here? Or is this just because Twinkee can't wait a few days for Earl to take a look at his baby?'

Taking this into account, we could do with the extra help but business from customers was fine.

We always told them to give us three to four days before they pick up their cars and that gave me, Reiko and Earl plenty of time to check, fix, clean and whatever else they wanted doing with their car.

My silence had evidently said it all as Han bowed his head and his soft looking hair cascaded around his forearms. Raising his head once more he caught my smile and smiled back. 'Okay. I'll talk to Twink. Get him to be more patient.'

The thought of Han scaring Twink bothered me but I nodded anyway.

Twinkee needed an authority figure and he wasn't going to learn the simple things in life on his own.

'Okay.' I said finally and then gathered up my bag, 'I'm off. I'll catch you later at the races?'

Han nodded and then asked, 'where're you going?'

'You know I don't only work here, right?' I cast a cheeky smirk his way and he nodded thoughtfully. I didn't earn enough money here but it was enough to give Han for letting me stay here. I needed more if I was going to get my own place.

A job at the Tokyo's finest resturant, Masen downtown paid fairly more and it wasn't too bad considering many Japanese people tended to clean up after themselves anyway.

Besides they were always couteous and polite.

Offering a weak wave, I walked out towards my car and left.

A/N: If you have the time, review to let me know what you think. Or not, it's okay.

~ Ello Harley