Ok, sry I haven't updated in a while, my mom was being gay and grounded me...shes not home rite now tho... im so evil...

Ok, on with the story...

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"Domon, I can't believe I left you alone for 5 hours, and I come home, and look at you! Your discusting!" Rain yelled as she stood in the bathroom doorsill, yelling at Domon.

"Yea, well, shit happens," he said before he puked again.

"Err!" Rain yelled as she stomped her foot down and stormed out of the bathroom.

Domon stood up and washed his face in the sinks clear water. He looked up at his gaunt reflection and saw the orange sticky note in the corner.

"Crap," he said as he threw it into the trash can. Rain wandered back into the bathroom and sat a glass with an egg, milk and pepper in front of him.

"Here, always helped me," she said as shestood leaning on the sink.

"I didn't know you got drunk and stuff," he said as he looked at the contents of the glass, "You sure this is safe?" he asked.

"Yea, college was hell, but Im a doctor now, and if I say drink it, drink it!" she said as she walked out of the bathroom again.

Domon plugged his nose and threw the glass back, draining the contents. "Oh my God! This stuff tastes like ass!" he yelled as he threw the empty glass at the bedroom wall.

Pulling a shirt over his bare chest, he wandered downstairs and sat in front of the tv. Watching the news, he saw the match between two unknown gundams and how they both managed to get knocked out.

Rain walked into the room and stared at him, "You are so lazy! I don't care if you have a hangover or not, I need help with the garden, get out here and help me!"

Domon grumbled as he stood up and streched his stiff limbs, it had been nearly 4 day since his last match, they would probably throw him in with some nobody by the end of the week.

He stood out in the hot July sun as he pulled the prickly weeds out from among the flowers.

"Ow!" he said as he tugged on a particuarly big one. Rain ran outside and said, "Domon, telephone!"

He got up, glad for a break and went into the door with Rain staring hard at him, "Your'e not done yet!" she yelled after him.

"Hello?" he said as he picked up the black phone in the kitchen.

"Hey Domon!" came the bubbley voice of Jak on the other end. "When are you going to come over?"

"Well, Im not feeling to great," he started.

"Don't tell me you have a hangover, geze what a whimp. And I thought you were a man." she said with a sigh.

"Thats it woman, I'll be right over, make sure to say your good byes, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"Whatever, Bye" came the answer. Then silence.

He ran out to his cruiser and revved up the engine. Peeling out of the driveway, he waved at Rain as she stood in the middle of the concrete with a shovel, yelling something.

About 20 minutes later, he pulled into Jaks house. Knocking on the door, he was surprised when it creaked open. Wandering inside, he saw clean clothes all over the couch.

"Sorry," she said as she walked in with a basket full of clothes, "Laundry day."

"Its alright, now what did you want to show me?" he asked nervously.

"Don't be so tensed up retard, just my bike." she laughed.

"What?" he asked as he folowed her into the garage. In the corner was a big...something...covered with a sheet. She bent over and dug through a dust covered box. Pulling ut several suits, much like the one she had on the first time he saw her.

"Here, try these on until they fit. You of all people should be used to tight stuff, since your'e in the MTS all the time." she said as she threw the 4 blue jumpsuits at him.

"Ok," he said as she showed him where the bathroom was. She wandered into her bedroom and peeled the tanktop off of her body. Squeezing into the suit, she wandered over to her dresser and messed with her black hair. Domon walked into the doorway and said, "Dude, these things are even tighter than the MTS," but he stopped as she turned around.

She hadn't zipped her suit up all the way and was showing off a large portion of her skin. "She started to talk, but relized his mind was elsewhere and zipped herself up. Then she tried again. "Of course its tighter, its leather you stupid."

He was still else where. Grabbing his hand, she walked out the door and into the garage. Now he was interested in the sheet. She pulled it off and Domon just stared at the piece of machinery before him.

"Land transportation?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yea, but its a racing bike, I don't usually take it out." she said.

Throwing a helmet at him, she hopped on and told him to hold on tight. He felt rather akward wrapping his arms around her waist, but as they took off out the garage, he knew why she said hold on tight.

"YOU ARE CRAZY!" he yelled as she sped around corners at 150 miles an hour.

"Were not going fast yet!" she informed him.

They cruised around for at least an hour before she pulled back into her driveway. Stepping off the bike, she pulled her helmet off and let her black hair fall ornd her shoulders.

Domon just stood there and stared at the bike. "You have to teach me to ride it." was all he said.

"They are not cheap Domon, even if you could drive one, I don't think you would get them. I went through 5 bikes before I got this one, and that was because I was sponsered. They saw my talent and got me bikes. This one was they newest bike on the circuit 5 years ago, and even if it is a older bike, it is probably still the fastest. Its one of a kind." she told him as she covered it back up.

"Are you ever going to go back?" he asked.

"To racing? I was considering going back after the gundam fight was over. I miss it so badly." she sighed as she walked over and put her helmet on the shelf. "You want some lunch?" she asked.

"Sure, let me get out of this leather though, its really tight." he said as he waled into the bathroom. Crankning on the shower, he peeled the leather off of his body. Laying it on the sink, he looked at all of the sponsers covering the chest. He reconized some names that were also in the Gundam Fight.

Getting into the shower, he sighed a breath of relief as the hot water poured over his bare body.

Why me? He asked himself.

She was messing around with the stove, pouring some water into the pot to boil. She hadn't even bothered to take off her suit, she missed the way it fit. She put some plates on the table and went over to the radio. She was dancing around when Domon came ot of the bathroom with only his pants on. Sitting down at the table, he laughed at Jak.

"You are so stupid," he informed her.

She looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Yea, and you hang out with me, what does that make you?"

He just laughed.

"Crap," she said as she opened the pot up. Her noodles has burnt, so she dumped them in the trash. "Hows about a sandwich? That sound good?" she asked.

"Thats fine." he said. Just then, the telephone rang. "Hello?" Jak answered. "Oh, hi! Im good, but I have company over, make it quick please," she said. Then she was quiet. She just stared down at the floor in disbelief. She looked at Domon, then hung up he phone. She walked over to the couch and slumped down, her head in her hands.

"What is wrong?" he asked, "Who was that?"

"Oh my god, what am I going to do?" she asked as the tears began to fall like rain. "That was the people in charge of the gundam matches."

"Ok, so who are you fighting next?" he asked as he sat down next to her.

She looked up and stared at him with tear stained eyes. Her mascara was forming black streaks down her cheaks, but the tears were silent.

"You."

"What?"

"You."

"Are you sure?"

"Yea."

Then there was silence. He turned around and stared up at the ceiling.

"They did this to me last gundam fight. They paired me up with Swartz. We both were garenteed a spot in the final battle. But they screwed us over." he said bluntly.

"Yea, if both of us are in the final battle already, why did they have to do this?" she wondered.

She got up and went into the bathroom. Staring at herself in the mirror, she saw how much of a wreck she was. Washing her face and drying her eyes, she went back downstairs.

He was gone. She peeked through the curtians and saw his crusier was absent from the driveway. Staring out the window, she thought nothing, she saw nothing.

She walked over to the phone and dialed a number that had been in the back of her head for 5 years, waiting to be pulled out.

"Hello! Janice speaking, how may I help you?" came the cheery voice ringing through the reciever.

"May I speak with the president, please, it is urgent." Jak said.

"Hold on one moment please." the woman said. She put Jak on hold for what seemed like eternity before a deep gruff voice came through the phone.

"Mr. Yomura speaking, how may I be of service."

"Mr. Yomura? That you? I thought you retired!" Jak jumped up in excitement.

"May I ask who this is?" he said.

"Jak! Jakar Malanox! You remember me, don't you?" she said happily.

"Jak! Jak, how long has it been? I haven't spoke with you since you quit racing! How have you been? Im sure you have grown since I last saw you, I might not recognize you! Now, what bring you to call me out of the blue?"

"I wish to speak with you in person, today if possible." she said begining to calm down.

"Most certinally, I have an opening at 3.30 if you like." he said.

Jak glanced at the clock, 2 hours until 3.30. "Ok, I'll be there." she said as she hung up the phone.

She went upstairs and dug a dark navy dress out of her closet. Putting it on, she fixed her hair and redid her make up. When all was said and done, she had half an hour to get to the offices downtown.

Carrying her suit and helmet with her, she jumped into her cruiser and threw them on the passanger seat. Rolling back the top and turing the music on, she pulled out of her garage and took off.

As she drove down the street, she thought of only one thing, Domon. What was she going to do? The one thing she prayed more than ever was that the bloodwrath wouldn't come back. She had never quite figuered out what caused it. Hatred, sadness, resent and the most important, love. They were all factors, but she didn't know the exact causes of them.

It was said that she was such a good racer because of her passion to win. But there were only a few races she could accually remember finishing the race and celebrating with her friends and her team mates.

She also couldn't remember anything before she was 10. Nothing. Her mother had always yelled at her after that blackout. 'You used to be so smart! What happened? You can hardly make a D+ now.' She needed to find out what had happened.

Before she knew it, she was at the office. Grabbing her suit and helmet, she locked the cruiser up. Walking into the magnificant lobby, she stared up at the ceiling. Beautiful. She had missed this building so badly.

She guided herself up to the top floor and walked down a huge hallway with many portriats of past company presidents. Coming to a stop at a large mahogany door, she pulled the silver handels and let herself in. The room was small, with a secretary sitting at the desk.

Jak waved at her and said simply, "Hes expecting me."

Cracking the second set of doors, she saw a man of about 50 sitting in his chair on the phone. Seeing Jak, he said his goodbyes and hung it up.

"Jak! Sweetie, how have you been?" he said as he gave her a big hug.

"I am fine, and it seems you are as well." she said.

"Now, why have you come back after all these years? Hopefully not just to see my son..." he laughed.

"Not just that, I have a favor to ask."

"Ok, go ahead."

She put her suit and helmet down on the table. "You mind putting your logo back onto these?"

"You are coming back?" he gasped as he sat down in his chair.

"Yep, as soon as this hell hole of gundam shit is over, I want back in." she stood straight up and crossed her arms.

"Well, its about time, the tracks were starting to be dull without your expertise and weapons."

"Yea, I'll need a crew and a partner. I don't have anyone, Storms gone for good." she said.

"Ok, will do, you want a guy or a girl partner?" he asked.

"Duh," she said as she walked out of the room. "I want everything ready in a few weeks, get me into the first race after the final battle!" she added.

He picked up the suit and helmet and stuck them in his drawer.

"Hope you like my son, hes your new partner." he said aloud.

"What?" she asked. "He can race?"

"Haven't you been following the races?" he asked stunned.

"No, not really, been to busy." she laughed.

"Well, then you probably don't know that the top racing specilists say that is he gets one second better, he will rival even the great fallen racer. Don you know who the great fallen racer is Jak?"

"No, humor me." she said sarcastically.

"You, Jak, you! They call you the great fallen racer! That was a hurt on my company, so I trained Ren to take your place, but he went crazy! He loved it so much! He became the next you. But unfortunataly, he turned the circuts into a sex symbol. The ladies can't keep off of him."

"Well, I have to go, but I am looking forward to seeing him after all of these years. Toodles!" she shouted over her shoulder as she walked away.

She was walking down the hallway, digging in her purse to find her palm pilot when she ran straight into this guy. She looked at him and began to apoligize, but was taken aback by how attractive this guy was.

"Sorry," she mystified as she stared at him.

"Its ok," he said as he started walking again.

She found her Palm Pilot, but forgot what she was going to put in it. She got into her cruiser with clouded thoughts and drove to the hanger. She then took over, bossing out orders and making sure her gundam was good for the next match.

The match where the unknown could happen.

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U likey? U want more? I Rite more! But pleaze review, so I know what I do rong, so I can makey it better...lol

laterz. Vicky