"Ichiro, dude, do you ever sleep?"

Shinya slapped his tall friend heavily on the shoulder, almost knocking him over into his locker.

"Yeah…I just had a late night last night."

Jotaro walked next to his friends, opening his locker up.

"Late night? I went to bed at half past eleven. You weren't back by midnight, dude. Where the hell were you?"

Ichiro wasn't paying attention at all as he opened his locker and grabbed a few books.

"Yo! Earth to Ichiro!"

Ichiro tossed them into his backpack. "Nothing's going on, Jotaro." He shut his locker door. "Drop it…it's nothing. I mean, I'm not out smoking crack all night, if that's what you're thinking."

The three journeyed out into the main hall, walking to their first class.

Suenaga Miki, one of Shinya's friends, was leaning against the wall, talking excitedly with a group of guys about something. When Suenaga spotted the trio, he hailed them over as if the world was about to end.

"Dude, word's all over the street. The GTO that defeated you, Jotaro, got sand kicked in its face last night. On the Wangan."

"Who was it this time?"

Ichiro tried to look surprised like the others. "This car called a Camaro."

"A what?"

"It's an import," another one of the men said. Ichiro recognized him as the younger brother of Sakamoto Eichi. "But get this. Tsukamoto swears it was more than just a fast car. He said it was evil…Satan's own Camaro. He said, even at midnight, the road was completely clear. Nothing around. Period. And there was a fog, out of nowhere, soon as the car appeared behind."

Ichiro almost choked with laughter, but quickly began to cough heavily.

"Sure you're not smoking crack, man?" Shinya said, patting him on the back.

"Nah, I'm fine."

"It's definitely weird, though…the car blew him away at 290 kilos. He said it was loud, too…louder than his car. And definitely not a turbo four or six…it was probably an eight-cylinder, but how it was so loud or fast beats me."

The bell rang. "Shoot, guys, if Hagiwara catches us late, we're up the creek," Shinya called out as the trio ran towards the door at the hall's end. "See you at lunch!"

As they reached the classroom, Jotaro looked towards a familiar face not from their grade. "Hey…isn't that Asakura Akio? I thought he graduated last year."

"Didn't you hear?" Ichiro asked as they rushed inside, dumping their bags by the sides of their desks. "He skipped too many times. Had to repeat the grade."

"No kidding…"

Super Autobacs, Tokyo.

Two greasy-looking men walked down the isle side-by-side, refusing to move for anyone in their way.

One had blonde, very straight, hair which hung down to the back of his neck. The sides and front were cut shorter, but still hung over his forehead. He held a cocky, arrogant look in his narrow eyes as he exited the store and headed towards the parking lot.

The other looked exactly like the first. But instead of blonde locks, he had raven-black hair that was cut in almost the same style. He was very slightly shorter than the other and was the quieter and less egotistical of the two.

The first pulled out some car keys as he walked to the lot's rear, stepping in a wad of gum.

"Arrgh! My new shoes!!"

He slammed his fist into a Honda Integra, setting off its alarm.

"Chill, bro," the second said as he stopped at a certain car and leaned on it while his brother walked past it and stopped at another like it.

"Tsukamoto is weak…he gets what he deserves."

"Still…that sucker was putting out buckets of torque."

"In a GTO? It's like asking to have your ass handed back to you on a silver platter. Sure, you've got a full AWD system and a decent turbo motor. But, c'mon, it's like asking a fat girl to run track. Just not meant for it."

"I hear you, bro," the black-haired twin said.

"But, seriously, leave it up to Tsukamoto to call it 'Satan's Camaro'. Freaking idiot."

The second one began a high-pitched imitation of Tsukamoto. "The fog came down. There's no cars around, I'm scared. Pathetic."

"After all, it happens all the time. 1000 yen says that the other lane was packed full of traffic."

"And the plate was just a coincidence," he finished. "Though I wish I could have it for my ride."

He chuckled.

"So, Hitoshi, finished tuning your NSX? Because tonight, 'Satan's Camaro' is going down hard! We're going to show the world what a retard Tsukamoto really is."

Two new Honda NSXs, one yellow, one black, exploded into life with a roar that made birds fly up from the nearby trees in alarm.

"Yoshinaga twins…the fastest on Wangan!!"