A/N #1: Sakura, Syaoran, and Tomoyo are 18. Touya and Yukito are 21. I made the age difference between Sakura and Touya smaller so the story would make more sense. The main antagonist, Fugami Habuminato, is 20. The members of the two gangs range from 16-23. I also want to remind you that this is an AU. The way I depict Tokyo in my fic is not what the Tokyo here is like.
A/N #2: Whoa, it took me that long to actually finish this. I am really sorry if you have been waiting for so long. They say junior year of high school is tough; and they're right. Believe me, it isn't as easy as some may say, especially if you are planning to go to college. I know I am, so there is a lot of stuff I have to do. I'm really sorry that I haven't been updating every so often. It's just that ensuring that I get into college is top priority to me. I'm not saying that I am gonna suddenly stop. I'm just saying that I am going to be working my ass off to get into a good college. Okay, I better stop now or I'm gonna be babbling forever. So here is what you all awaited to see; the next chapter to Battle between Gangs.
DISCLAIMER I do not, I REPEAT, do not own CCS. Never have and probably, never will. I also don't own any of the products I use in this as well.
"Battle between Gangs"
CHAPTER 7
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Two days later, 10:45 p.m. . .
Touya, Sakura, Syaoran, and any White Tigers that were not working at the club rode their way up to Devil's Curse. As they were approaching their destination, they could see several groups already set for the race.
Devil's Curse was located in the northern outskirts of Tokyo. It was given that name for being one of the most treacherous and hazardous roads in the city; and it was also the most common place vehicle accidents have occurred.
The road consisted of narrow lanes, sharp turns, and trees that were tall and big enough to block and 18-wheeler to any unsuspecting driver.
"This is quite a turnout," Syaoran commented, "didn't thing Fugami would have extended the invitation to this many people."
"It's one of Fugami's plans." Touya replied. "He believes all of the gangs in Tokyo are a threat, so he thinks if he can deplete their finances, then that gang would cease to exist. And unfortunately, his tactics do seem to work."
"But we don't have to worry about it that much if we lose," Sakura added, "it's not like we lose to him every time, and if we do lose today, we still have the club to help finance us."
"That's true." Syaoran said. "So how does this thing work? I have an idea about how it goes, but I am not sure I fully understand."
"Sakura will explain before the race starts. Fugami is about to talk, unfortunately." Touya muttered.
"I'm surprise you had the balls to come. Well, at least that shows me that you are really delusional that you think that you can beat us or that you're just plain stupid." Fugami said. "Anyway, you are all here to either win or lose money. The two that will be racing make your way up the starting point. Those who are not participating are wait in the finish line. You all know that for each team that participates and loses, must give $5000 to the winning gang. Is that clear?" Everyone there nodded his or her heads. "In that case let the race begin." Fugami then turned on his heel and prepared himself for the race.
"Okay Sakura, can you explain a little further about this whole ordeal?" Syaoran asked.
"The concept is really simple, you just have to get from point A to point B before everyone else . . . by any means necessary." Sakura answered.
"By any means?"
"Umm, you're allowed to have weapons along with you. That includes clubs, chains, crowbars, etc."
"That sounds . . . uh . . . painful." Syaoran said.
"You got that right. I may ride, but you would never find me competing in these."
"Don't blame ya. Touya must be one hell of a cyclist to compete."
"He is. But then again, he would never let Fugami win in anything; not if he can't help it." Sakura replied. "We better get to the finish line. The race is gonna start soon."
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The starting line . . .
Touya and Keiku were busy doing some last-minute checks to their bikes.
"It seems that everything is in order." Keiku replied.
"That's good." Touya said. "If we do lose the race, $5,000 won't put a dent in the gang's account. I just want to be sure it isn't Fugami or his other cohort that crosses the finish-line first."
"You got that right, bro." As Keiku finished what he said, he looked at the corner of his eye and saw the exact same person they were discussing.
"Gentlemen, it's so good of you to come and join us." Fugami greeted.
"Quit it with your false welcomes." Touya shot back.
"Hey, there's no need for you to get testy and all." Fugami said, putting his hands up to show he didn't mean anything. "Just thought it would be a good show of sportsmanship if I wished all of my opponents good luck. Cuz, you're gonna need it." With that said, Fugami and his fellow Dragon started to walk away; but not without saying one last thing.
"Oh by the way, Touya. Sakura and I will be waiting for you to cross the finish line. After all, it's gonna take you a while to cross the finish line, and we wouldn't want Sakura to be alone, would we?" Fugami bellowed a loud, sinister laugh, as he continued to wish his other competitors good luck.
Touya was fuming when Fugami walked away. He had his hands balled up in fist, anger searing through him. Touya was about to give Fugami a lethal right cross, but Keiku held Touya back.
"Hey hey hey. Don't even think about it, Touya." Keiku reasoned. "You know as much as I do that he said that to get you riled up. He knows you are the only one that can defeat him straight up in a race, so he is trying to have you play his mind games. He knows that you can't drive as well if you are angry, and he knows what buttons to push to get you mad. Don't let him get away with pushing them. You know better than to fall into one of his traps."
Touya knew Keiku was right. Fugami has always used those tactics like those to fight opponents he knows he can't beat straight up. And to today was no different. Touya took a deep breath and began to relax.
"That's a boy. Let's get our pride-and-joys up to the starting line, the race is about to start." Keiku said. Then Touya and Keiku got on their bikes and positioned themselves just behind the line.
As fate would have it, Touya was placed right next to Fugami. They stared each other down for a while. After what seemed like hours, Fugami was the first to fold, but not before he gave Touya one of his infamous smirks and put on his Black Dragon helmet.
"See ya at the finish line. I'll be the first one there, of course." Fugami replied, before he put down his visor.
"Don't bet on it." Touya retorted. He then put one his White Tiger helmet and placed the visor into position.
Once everyone was in position, the designated starter of the race spoke.
"Reminder, the rules are to cross the designated finish line, by any means necessary. The winner will be the first to cross the finish line, and will receive $5,000 from each participating gang. Now . . . drivers ready . . ."
A thunderous roar of engines instantly came to life. The noise alone could be able to wake up the entire town.
" . . . get set . . ." All of the racers braced themselves for the instant change in speeds.
" . . . GO!!!!!!!" At that moment, the sound of screeching tires and burned rubber filled the air. And in just a short moment, the race began and there wasn't a bike in sight.
END OF CHAPTER 7
A/N #3: That's about it for this chapter. Again, I apologize for not updating sooner. I can't promise you that I will make the next update soon, but I can promise you that I will update. As for or reviews, all kinds are accepted and welcomed. If you have anything good to say; I'm glad that I was able to entertain you. If you don't have any positive comments; I'm sorry that it wasn't good enough to make you happy. If you have any questions or private comments, you can e-mail me; and if you just feel like chatting with someone, I'm available on MSN Messenger. You can find my e-mail address and SN on my Author Profile. Well, I hope to hear from ya.