Chapter 2: I guess I'm the new D.K.
Sean Boswell walked out of his father's 1967 Ford Mustang, felling happy for himself. He had just beat Takashi, who was also known as DK, or Drift King, in a drift race down Takashi's mountain. His friends Twinkie, Reiko, and Earl gathered around him, congratulating him on his win.
"I knew you could do it, Man!" Twinkie said as he patted Sean on the back. "I knew it!" Sean looked over at DK's car, which had flipped over and toppled down the side of the mountain during the last stretch of the race. Two people had run over to the car and pulled DK out from the wreckage. Sean had raced DK, putting his ability to live in Japan on the line. Because DK lost the race, he was to leave Japan for good. 'If it wasn't for DK losing control, I might have lost." Sean thought to himself as he smiled and gave someone a high five.
After a minute of debating in her head, Neela walked over to Sean and looked him in the eye. She was happy that Takashi's role as DK was over and that she was free from the Yakuza. Sean took her in his grasp and hugged her.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear, holding her tight.
"I love you too, Sean." Neela replied. 'Do it!' She told herself. She pulled away from Sean's grasp and just as soon as she was about to move in to kiss him, Takashi's uncle Kamata walked over, exploring the situation between Sean and Neela, both looking a little frightened by his presence. They could tell that he was deciding on weather Sean's win was a fair one or not.
"You are free to go." Kamata said in Japanese. Sean and Neela sighed simultaneously. Kamata turned around to get into his car. Takashi, who was being forced into the back of the car by his uncle's henchmen, looked over at Sean and Neela. Tears were streaking down his hate-filled eyes. He wanted Sean's head. After both Kamata and Takashi were in the car, the driver drove away.
Once the car was far away from the mountain, Takashi spoke up.
"What the hell do we do now?" He asked. "Everything is ruined!"
"Don't worry yourself, Takashi." The driver replied, a shadow covering his body.
"How am I supposed to do that!" Takashi screamed.
"Everything is falling right into place." The man said. The shadow disappeared, revealing the identity of the driver; it was Ian Shaw.
Sean, Twinkie and the others were still celebrating by the time that the sun started cracking the sky. Something popped into Neela's head.
"So what are we going to do about the DK position?" Neela asked. Everybody went silent. They hadn't even thought about the position because they were too busy celebrating Sean's win. What would become of the Drift King?
"I guess I'm the new DK," Sean said, breaking the silence. "since I beat Takashi and all." Twinkie came over and patted Sean on the back.
"That's my man right there! The new DK!" Twinkie said. Everybody cheered and continued celebrating.
By this time, Dom and his crew; Brian, Roman, Tez, Rico and Tego had arrived at the Tokyo International Airport, all having taken different planes. Dominic walked over to catching up on old times with Rico and Tego while Brian was catching up on old times with Roman.
"What's up, Man?" Roman asked, doing a secret handshake with Brian before hugging him. "Where's the wife and kid?"
"Not much, Brother. Mia and Jack are back home in LA. How you doing, Tez?" Brian broke the hug and walked over and hugged Tez. After hugging Tez, Brian started walking down the hall. "Hey guys, lets all go get some grub," He ordered. "I don't have the stomach to eat for that shitty airplane food."
"You just read my mind." Roman said, laughing and clapping his hands together. And with that the group made their way towards the food court.
Sean walked in the front door of his father's home, expecting him to be with some Japanese slut or something like that, but he wasn't. He was just sitting there, as if waiting for something.
"You win your race, Sean?" He asked as he got up from his seat.
"Yes, Sir." Sean stood in the center of the living room, staring at his father. Knowing his father, Sean thought that he would yell at him for getting into street racing in the first place, but he didn't.
"Good job, Son." His father said. He cam over and patted Sean on the shoulder. "I'm glad that you finally started taking responsibility for your mistakes. Well, good night." He said as he turned around and walked into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Sean just stood in the center of the living room, happy that his father had finally acknowledged him for his actions.
"OK," Dom said after finishing the last bite of his dinner. "you all know why we're here right?" Dominic's voice went from cheerful to suddenly cold and serious. Everyone looked up from their plates, feeling remorse for the loss of Han, who had been their best friend. Han had that effect on people; when you got to know him, he just stuck with you no matter what.
"Yeah," Roman said sadly. "to get revenge on what ever BITCH did this to Han!" The whole food court went quiet as they started over at Dominic's table. Roman was now standing up and punching the air.
"Cool yourself man," Brian said, tugging on Roman's shirt. "you're making a scene." Roman sat back down, his face turning red. "So how are we going to do this, Dom?
"Well first we're going to need some more man power." Dominic said.
"How are we going to do that, brother?" Tego asked.
"I know a place; a parking garage in Central Tokyo that Han told me about before. The racing scene there is huge." Dominic got up and cleaned up his section of the table, the rest of his crew following his actions.
"What does racing have to do with what we are here for?" Roman asked.
"A lot," Dominic replied as they all sat back down at their table. "Han had called me a couple of weeks ago, telling me about this kid that he met here. A good hearted, strong-willed kid who had moved here from Arizona about two months ago. From what Han has told me about him he can be a great help to us."
"What's this kids' name, Dom?" Brian asked.
"The kid's name," Dominic said as he got up and grabbed his bag. "is Sean Boswell."