OHMIGOSH IT'S BEEN SO LONG. I apologize for the wait. I wasn't really feeling up for writing and there was a ton going on. I'll try to update more often. I'M SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER PLZDON'TKILLMEH.

The white haired teen stood scratching his head at the scene before him. Somehow while Kid was unloading his Kawasaki, Black*Star managed to knock the ramp over with his bike. Kid's bike happened to be rolling down said ramp when Black*Star had gotten caught on it. The Kawasaki ended up falling and landing on top of Kid, while he fell onto the blue haired nuisance. In the end, they landed in some sort of odd pile, groaning in pain under the weight of the bikes.

"I have a feeling that this pile is... asymmetrical." Kid wheezed, having had the breath knocked out of him. "Must... fix... symmetry."

Soul let out an exhasperated sigh, slapping a palm to his forehead. What was he supposed to do with these morons?

"Get off of me, peasant!" Black*Star yelled. "No one should show such disrespect to their GOD!"

Kid turned to him with a scorching glare. "This is your fault in the first place! Watch where you're going, you asymmetrical piece of garbage!"

Soul rolled his crimson eyes as the two of them continued to argue. "Alright ladies, break it up. You're giving me a headache."

He strolled over to the pile of teenaged boy and dirt bike, lifting the Kawasaki that Kid was trapped under. The -mostly- ebony haired boy pushed himself to his feet and brushed himself off. Black*Star came next. He picked up the Yamaha he had fallen on top of and rolled it to his bike stand. Soul strolled back over to where his 'gorgeous baby' was and resumed gearing up like he had been before the commotion.

His eyes drifted over to his house. Maka had told him that she needed to go to practice. He had offered her a ride, but she refused. She spent a whole ten minutes explaining to him that she wanted to run there. Apparently it would help with her training. Strange, secretive girl. He sighed at the thought of her. He hardly knew a thing about her.

The teen shook his head. He had no reason to be thinking of her right now. He needed to stay completely focused. Today he would get some quality riding in. Nothing was going to distract him! A deep breath helped to clear his mind of all things that weren't motocross.

A cocky smirk broke out across his face. He was going to rip it up this week, because once the weekend came, he was going to be racing. It's been a while since the boys had gotten to race. They had been waiting for a big race to come around, somewhere fun with a shit-ton of riders. Each of them were extremely talented, being the top trio in nearly every race. Soul was hoping for some serious competition this time.

The sound of Black*Star cranking his bike brought Soul back to reality. Kid threw a leg over the seat of his bike and started hitting the kickstarter. After a few kicks, it was roaring to life. The two of them shared a glance before speeding off down the parking lot and to the track's entrance. Soul shook his head at them.

"Yeah, go ahead and get your head start! You're gonna need it!" Soul yelled to them, knowing damn well that they wouldn't hear him.

He sighed, walking over to his 450. He could already hear the other bikes screaming as they hauled ass around the track. He let a smirk play on his lips. One leg was thrown over the seat of the bike, the other used to help keep balance as he kickstarted the engine. It took two kicks before the bike roared to life. His smirk morphed into a genuine smile beneath his helmet.

The motos flew by. He had pulled onto the track a little ways behind Kid and Black*Star. Around the middle of his second lap, he ran them down and passed them with a wave of his hand. He snickered as he did so. Of course, this caused them to retaliate.

Kid's strength was cutting the inside lines through the turns and staying pinned through straight-aways. Soul often found himself battling him through these areas, though lately it seemed that he had acquired a few new techniques. Even so, Kid was one of the only ones who could really run with Soul.

Black*Star, however, had a different talent. He was one of the dirtiest riders that Soul had ever encountered. He liked to take out the other riders in any way he saw fit, just so long as they ended up in the clay. Soul was sure to keep his distance around him to avoid being kicked at or tapped with the Yamaha's front wheel. He had to hand it to Black*Star though, he was really good at what he did.

The three of them were extremely fast. They were each well-known in the racing world. Soul was known for being the top rider at his age, always dealing out sick whips as a crowd pleaser. Kid was known for always making it an interesting battle for number one, as well as keeping his bike as perfect as possible. Black*Star was known as the dirtiest rider of their time... And also for claiming to transcend the 'motocross Gods'.

They were an amazing bunch. It came as a shock to most people that they had all come from the same small town in Nevada, always training together at the same track. Talent like theirs was difficult to come by, and for them all to have met by coincindence made it all the more rare. Soul smiled at the thought.

The three of them pulled off of the track, riding up to their site. Soul situated his bike on its stand and grabbed himself a gatorade. Black*Star was chugging a water while Kid rolled his bike to the hoses again.

The little red Honda pulled onto the track. Soul decided that he must've gotten here while they were in their moto. That was odd. He usually came around the same time everyday, before Black*Star or Kid even got there.. Why was he so late this time? He shrugged it off. The kid was probably busy with something else before he came.

"Hey, Soul." Black*Star started, crushing the empty water bottle against his forehead. "Maka lives with you now, right?"

"Yeah, for the time being. What about it?" Soul replied indifferently.

"Where is she?"

Soul turned to face him, letting one leg hang from the truck bed while the other lay across it. "Practice."

"She's always at practice... She has yet to tell her GOD exactly what it is that she does!" Black*Star exclaimed, flailing his arms about like crazy.

"Me either." Soul muttered. "I guess we'll find out eventually."

Yes. Eventually. MUAHAHAHAHAHA. Errrkay. So that happened. Tell me whatcha think guys. Lulz. Sorry, I had caffeine and now I'm like RHAAA. Idek wut iz wrong wid meh.