I don't own Inu-yasha so there! =P AHHH! FRUIT!
*RUNS*
*Gets hit in the back of the head* @.@
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Gangs of Tokyo: Ch3
Three figures left the school, driving off in their respective cars. Inu- yasha led in his R34, flying off towards the pool house. Miroku and Jongg followed, swerving in and out of traffic, desperately trying to keep up.
"Damn Inu-yasha, what's his hurry?" Miroku thought to himself.
The sun was setting quickly down in the horizon, the sky already tinged pinkish orange. The three pulled into the parking lot of the billiard hall. Drunkards and homeless outside watched them through foggy eyes. Inu-yasha got out of his car while the Supra and Evolution drew up and parked neatly next to his on either side.
The door slammed open as three figures appeared in the doorway, drawing attention towards them. Eyes trailed after Inu-yasha and the two following him. Inu-yasha signalled for a table which was quickly given to him.
"Go look for some people in here, keep a low profile"
Jongg nodded and walked towards a different table, occasionally stopping a passerby. Recruitment was Jongg's job, as well as weapons specialist.
Inu-yasha smiled as he saw four people follow the Chinese boy out the back door. He picked up some chalk and rubbed it against the tip of his stick. He bent down, adjusted his aim and fired a shot, sending the cue ball slamming against the triangle awaiting its impact. Two solids landed into the two corner pockets. The game went by quick; Inu-yasha beat a very broke Miroku. They exited the pool hall the same way Jongg did.
"Inu-yasha, you ass, I demand my money back!"
"Keh, quit whining, you were the one that accepted the bet."
The Chinese boy was waiting with the four potential recruitees. They stood there, all confidant that this would be nothing since the leader was even arguing with his follower. Any real leader would have laid him flat by now.
"Alright then." The Inu youkai began, "Here's how this works, I'll time you for thirty seconds each. All you guys have to do is stay standing."
"And if we don't?" asked the one on the far right. Inu-yasha looked him over; his hair was a dirty blonde color. Obviously western.
"Feh, then that won't be my problem. GO!"
At Inu-yasha's signal, Jongg and Miroku jumped the first guy. Jongg got the first hit in, knocking the boy senseless. As his eyes refocused he saw another fist fly into him, connecting with his jaw painfully. Blood spilled onto the black pavement as Jongg knocked him one in the stomach. The boy was on the floor now, no point in continuing.
"Ten seconds." Said Inu-yasha with mock sadness. "Next, go."
Jongg rushed the next guy. His knee connected with the boy's abdomen as his elbow came in contact with the back of his head. Miroku pushed Jongg aside, eager to get something in before it was over. He slammed his fist into the boy's face, effectively breaking his nose.
"Stop, I'm out. forget this," the guy managed to get out before a bullet passed through his skull.
"Feh. weak humans" Inu-yasha thought to himself as he put his pistol away.
"Finish this one off"
Jongg jumped in first, as always. He flung his fist at the larger boy standing in front of him. Attacker backed off of attacked, clutching his fist as it bled, the thick red liquid seeping out between his fingers. Inu- yasha watched curiously, even removing his shades. Miroku hesitated a moment before jumping into the air. He brought both fists down on the boy's head as he came down. The boy lost his balance slightly, looking around dizzily. Miroku continued with two quick jabs to the middle chest. His fists returned to him, red and raw.
"25. 26"
Jongg charged again, giving a hard left to the guy's jaw. The boy put a foot behind him to keep his balance.
"His weak spot is his head. He must have something in his chest." The dog demon thought as he watched.
"29. 30. It's over. You're in, good job. By the way, lift up your shirt really quick."
The boy lifted his shirt, everything underneath was muscle. No sign of anything wrong, except. Inu-yasha squinted as he saw a faint glint under the guy's skin. Jongg must have been thinking the same thing.
"He's got steel implanted under his skin. Probably lived through some gang shootout." Jongg whispered. Inu-yasha nodded while Miroku looked on, oblivious to what interaction had happened between the Chinese boy and Inu youkai.
"C'mon Blondie, show us what you've got"
The westerner smirked cockily at Inu-yasha, silently challenging him.
"Feh. white boy." The inu youkai muttered to himself. "Let me take care of this guy" he said as he walked past the other two, handing them his cell.
Jongg activated the stopwatch when Inu-yasha jumped the guy, knocking him off his feet. The white boy caught himself with his hands and flipped onto his knees. He clumsily skid to a halt as he saw another fist fly at him. Inu-yasha's fist connected with the boy's chin in a beautiful uppercut. Inu- yasha followed up with a right hook to the guy's nose, then brought his knee up, catching the boy in the stomach. Bruises quickly formed everywhere as bones broke with nasty crunches under the inu youkai's devastating assault. Ribs cracked under the dog demon's fists as the clock continued to tick.
"Ho much longer? This is making me sick." Miroku asked.
"Four seconds left." Jongg said as he watched on, unfazed by the site before him.
Blood dripped to the floor from a few dozen wounds, mostly from the mouth and the nose of the boy. One last punch completely knocked the wind from the boy as he was once again punched in the stomach. He flew back, unable to catch himself this time. His hands clutched his stomach as he screamed in agony.
"Had he pulled his punches until that last one?" he asked himself. Time seem to slow as he flew backwards, unable to stop. Finally, painfully, he landed on his ass, still clutching his stomach. He gasped for breath, air traveled down his throat in short raspy gasps.
"30. He's in."
Inu-yasha nodded in agreement. Obviously letting his anger vent made him feel better, though he had to pull most of his punches for this weak human. Even his last punch wasn't even close to his max. Humans are just too fragile.
"What's you're name punk?" Inu-yasha asked as he stood over him.
"Rick" he replied as he coughed up more blood.
"Clean yourself up Rick." Inu-yasha said, tossing him a towel as he walked away.
"We'll see you two at the high school tomorrow" Jongg said as he handed them a five-seven each. "I better not see these flashed around school," continued the Chinese boy in a dangerous tone, "Our business is on the streets. The school, we use our fists." The two new members nodded in unison as Jongg also walked off.
"Don't piss Inu-yasha off." Miroku said, drawing all attention from the two toward him. "He tends to kill when he's mad. By the way, we never got your name." Indicating the silent giant.
"Just call me Kengo"
Miroku nodded and followed his companions to the parking lot.
Back in the parking lot, Inu-yasha waited impatiently for Jongg and Miroku.
"Really need to kick their asses for making me wait like this." Inu-yasha thought.
"Hey! Come back here you little fag!" came a voice from behind. It came from the pool house. Inu-yasha turned around as someone brushed past him, taking his wallet.
"That little bastard!" the inu youkai growled as he gave chase. The little crook was fast to say the least. He, or it, had used the three seconds it took for Inu-yasha to notice his wallet was gone wisely. The inu youkai quickly caught up though, catching the "little bastard" at the corner of the block.
Inu-yasha turned the person over. They were clad in a dark brown robe with the hood pulled up, hiding his face. Inu-yasha lifted it off and saw the UGLIEST site he had ever seen. Yellow eyes stared up at the inu-youkai, the boy's nose was hooked up and he was, for lack of better words, lipless.
"What the hell?"
"Goddamn you're fast. What the hell are you?"
"Gee, I was wondering the same thing" Inu-yasha said as he studied the figure over again, making sure he was not imagining things.
"I'm Jaken. By the way, you need a job? You need a little bit of money on the side? Look up Sesshomaru on the East Side of Tokyo." Inu-yasha looked down at the little frog like man under him.
"Wallet, now, and whatever else you took." The dog demon demanded as he quickly lost his patience. Jaken returned the items slightly unwilling but overall cooperatively with a gun to his face. Inu-yasha shoved the little man away as he walked back towards the billiards hall.
"Thank you! Thank you! That little fag almost cleaned us out!" Called the manager as he saw the inu youkai walking back with the bag of money Jaken had taken. Inu-yasha walked up to him, looking him in the eye, for an eye patch covered one.
"I want to talk to you about insurance" Inu-yasha began.
The manager's happy expression dropped. He knew what was coming next.
"We really don't want to see any unfortunate 'accidents' happen to this place."
"How much for your insurance?" The manager asked as he put on a confident face.
"He's trying to play it off" Inu-yasha thought. "Hah, not much. Just five hundred a month should be enough." He said.
"Three hundred."
"WHAT!?" Asked the inu youkai as he lifted the manager off the ground by his collar.
"o-ok, you've got your five bills a month, just don't hurt me!" the poor man stuttered as he handed Inu-yasha five hundred dollars.
"That's better. Come, let's go." Inu-yasha said, calling his two most trusted members to him.
Inu-yasha reached into his pocket and brought out his keys. He got into the skyline, still having the new car smell. The dog demon breathed deep, taking in the smell while it lasted. He pulled out of the parking lot, a supra and evolution not far behind him.
They headed for Jongg's car-dealer-friend's place. They were offered a place to stay there and they planned to use that offer to its limits.
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Inu-yasha and Jongg slept on the two beds that were in the one room that they had to share. That left the floor to Miroku, and what an uncomfortable floor it was. The poor boy flipped over again and again but still was unable to lose himself in sleep.
"Inu-yasha should be sleeping down here" he thought, "He's the dog."
Finally giving up on sleep, the young boy got up and out of the house. No, not house, an estate more like. He walked to his black supra, its soft leather interior was very inviting to his stiff back. He pulled himself in and started bumping the music. He pulled out of the garage, the door closing silently behind him. Soon, the only thing left of his presence was the cloud of dust that was left in his wake.
Miroku drove on in silence, finally getting to a traffic light that stopped him. Another car pulled up next to him, the driver was dressed in a black racing suit with hot pink stripes running down the sides. Her car sported the same hot pink as her black suit. A Celica, wasn't exactly new but it was adequate, the rims practically shouted "BLING". Miroku looked over and winked at her, realization dawned on him that he had seen her before. She looked back and smirked, a second later and they were both gone.
The pair sped off into the night, staring each other down, neither bothering to look at the road in front. Each was lost in the other's eyes as they approached the next light. The girl took a right and drove away.
"And the chase is on" muttered Miroku to himself as he quickly changed lanes and followed. Speed limits were broken and left in the dust to rot as the two played their game of cat and mouse. Both cars went well over ninety.
Miroku kept up astonishingly well as the pink Celica in front took turns every which way. The black supra's driver was so caught up in following his prey that he didn't notice the "Road Closed" sign that he passed. Soon there were people crowding the streets, Miroku didn't notice till he was in the middle of the action, on the starting line.
Miroku gasped as he noticed what he had just gotten himself into, three other drivers were there as well. The pink Celica was on his right and two other cars on his left. A red mustang revved its engine, making a weak roar sputter from its muffler. Miroku smiled as he realized he was dealing with amateurs. Years with Inu-yasha had taught the boy how to race and all the education he received was now to be put to the test. Miroku shifted gears down to "park" and stomped on the accelerator. Fire burst out of his muffler as the car roared, causing the audience to place bets in favor of the black supra.
Another roar erupted out of the air, drowning out the Miroku's. There was rule number one broken, don't show off unless you know you're better than everyone else. More bets were given in favor of the girl next to him.
"Yo, yo. Check it out, this is a straightforward track, don't make any turns, this road winds in on itself. It's basically a really big circle, so here's how it goes. First one to get back here, wins. No strings attached. Don't worry about police, we have eyes everywhere, which also means you won't be able to get away if you lose." The owner of the voice seemed to be a racing figurehead in Tokyo. Everyone was paying attention to him, there was no noise at all, you could hear a pin drop. This was obviously the person to know if you need money or if you want to race. "Is that clear?" he asked.
Miroku nodded as did the two racers next to him.
"Yo, is that clear?" The person on Miroku's far left obviously didn't nod his head, unfortunately he couldn't see. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't see who was talking either.
"Alright then." The guy must have nodded. "How much you guy's putting up?"
"Three hundred" came a voice on his right.
"Any challenges?" The man walked past Miroku's car to hold onto the money.
"Hey, aren't you Jongg's friend?" Miroku asked.
"Hey, yeah. Miroku wasn't it? How you find us, I didn't invite you because you haven't paid up everything on this baby yet." He said with a smile, indicating the machine Miroku was sitting in. Miroku smiled back, feeling better now that he found someone he knew. The boy handed Jongg's friend three hundred dollars.
"I forget, what was your name again?"
"Oh yeah, I never gave it to you? Name's Kenji." He said and left, going around collecting the money from the other two drivers.
"Alright, check it out. As soon as I give you the word. GO!!!" Kenji's voice rang out loud and clear through the silence.
Three cars sped off into the night. The red mustang was left desperately trying to keep up. Automatic transmission definitely was not working. Miroku quickly shifted from first to second gear and pulled up behind the pink Celica. The car behind him was another supra, yellow instead of black. The three cars pulled around the first corner, forcing each driver to return to first gear and build their speed back up. The girl was still in the lead but Miroku was inching up next to her. Another bend came around and again they had to shift back down. The yellow supra pulled up next to Miroku who had carelessly swung too wide. The intake system on the engine of Miroku's supra helped him pass the rival supra. The extra horses that were added made a big difference.
Miroku road up on fourth gear and swapped to fifth, adding more speed as he caught up and passed the Celica. Unfortunately he wasn't able to slow down enough on the turn and once again he swung too wide, giving the girl a window of opportunity to pass him. She gladly took the opportunity, leaving Miroku, once again, in the dust. The final stretch, Miroku took a sudden burst of speed. He shift quickly past the gears, flooring the gas pedal. His rotations per minute was quickly sent to the red zone as he shifted to fifth gear and passed the Celica. The girl smiled as she pushed the two buttons for NOS and burned passed Miroku. Miroku flipped open the lid that covered the buttons for his tank of nitrous oxide and jammed his thumb down on it. He quickly caught up to the girl, her tank of NOS was exhausted and she was slowing down to a normal speed.
Miroku cleared the line as the crowd cheered. Money was swapped as losers gave up their bills to the winners. The boy got out of his car, sweat that he did not know about covered his face. He lifted his shirt up and used the front of it to wipe the sweat off, earning a few stares from the ladies in the crowd. The girl in the pink Celica was among them. Miroku put his shirt down, not noticing what had happened, not noticing the stares he was getting.
Kenji walked up to him, handing him a nice $1200. Miroku slipped him two hundred of it. The last and most important lesson, mutual respect.
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A/N: For those of you who are wonder "where the hell is Kagome in all this mess?" fear not! This has been the very first day. Only around 24 hours, give the kids some time. Lol.
Alright, that's it for this chapter, I would have put more but that's for the next chap.
*ducks as fruit flies over head*
Will you pussies stop that!? So it's a cliff *ducks again* hanger! But that doesn't *side steps* mean you should throw fruit at a guy! *gets smacked in the face* . you fruits.
Thanks everyone that reviewed, please keep doing so! And if you haven't already, check out To Tame the Beast, the first fanfic that I posted onto fanfiction.net!
BTW! If anyone has any ideas you can always send them in, if I like them, I'll include them in the story with special thanks to you! =) p34c3 0u7
Lil-strange-person: Sango is in this chapter now! =)
~HP3N
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Gangs of Tokyo: Ch3
Three figures left the school, driving off in their respective cars. Inu- yasha led in his R34, flying off towards the pool house. Miroku and Jongg followed, swerving in and out of traffic, desperately trying to keep up.
"Damn Inu-yasha, what's his hurry?" Miroku thought to himself.
The sun was setting quickly down in the horizon, the sky already tinged pinkish orange. The three pulled into the parking lot of the billiard hall. Drunkards and homeless outside watched them through foggy eyes. Inu-yasha got out of his car while the Supra and Evolution drew up and parked neatly next to his on either side.
The door slammed open as three figures appeared in the doorway, drawing attention towards them. Eyes trailed after Inu-yasha and the two following him. Inu-yasha signalled for a table which was quickly given to him.
"Go look for some people in here, keep a low profile"
Jongg nodded and walked towards a different table, occasionally stopping a passerby. Recruitment was Jongg's job, as well as weapons specialist.
Inu-yasha smiled as he saw four people follow the Chinese boy out the back door. He picked up some chalk and rubbed it against the tip of his stick. He bent down, adjusted his aim and fired a shot, sending the cue ball slamming against the triangle awaiting its impact. Two solids landed into the two corner pockets. The game went by quick; Inu-yasha beat a very broke Miroku. They exited the pool hall the same way Jongg did.
"Inu-yasha, you ass, I demand my money back!"
"Keh, quit whining, you were the one that accepted the bet."
The Chinese boy was waiting with the four potential recruitees. They stood there, all confidant that this would be nothing since the leader was even arguing with his follower. Any real leader would have laid him flat by now.
"Alright then." The Inu youkai began, "Here's how this works, I'll time you for thirty seconds each. All you guys have to do is stay standing."
"And if we don't?" asked the one on the far right. Inu-yasha looked him over; his hair was a dirty blonde color. Obviously western.
"Feh, then that won't be my problem. GO!"
At Inu-yasha's signal, Jongg and Miroku jumped the first guy. Jongg got the first hit in, knocking the boy senseless. As his eyes refocused he saw another fist fly into him, connecting with his jaw painfully. Blood spilled onto the black pavement as Jongg knocked him one in the stomach. The boy was on the floor now, no point in continuing.
"Ten seconds." Said Inu-yasha with mock sadness. "Next, go."
Jongg rushed the next guy. His knee connected with the boy's abdomen as his elbow came in contact with the back of his head. Miroku pushed Jongg aside, eager to get something in before it was over. He slammed his fist into the boy's face, effectively breaking his nose.
"Stop, I'm out. forget this," the guy managed to get out before a bullet passed through his skull.
"Feh. weak humans" Inu-yasha thought to himself as he put his pistol away.
"Finish this one off"
Jongg jumped in first, as always. He flung his fist at the larger boy standing in front of him. Attacker backed off of attacked, clutching his fist as it bled, the thick red liquid seeping out between his fingers. Inu- yasha watched curiously, even removing his shades. Miroku hesitated a moment before jumping into the air. He brought both fists down on the boy's head as he came down. The boy lost his balance slightly, looking around dizzily. Miroku continued with two quick jabs to the middle chest. His fists returned to him, red and raw.
"25. 26"
Jongg charged again, giving a hard left to the guy's jaw. The boy put a foot behind him to keep his balance.
"His weak spot is his head. He must have something in his chest." The dog demon thought as he watched.
"29. 30. It's over. You're in, good job. By the way, lift up your shirt really quick."
The boy lifted his shirt, everything underneath was muscle. No sign of anything wrong, except. Inu-yasha squinted as he saw a faint glint under the guy's skin. Jongg must have been thinking the same thing.
"He's got steel implanted under his skin. Probably lived through some gang shootout." Jongg whispered. Inu-yasha nodded while Miroku looked on, oblivious to what interaction had happened between the Chinese boy and Inu youkai.
"C'mon Blondie, show us what you've got"
The westerner smirked cockily at Inu-yasha, silently challenging him.
"Feh. white boy." The inu youkai muttered to himself. "Let me take care of this guy" he said as he walked past the other two, handing them his cell.
Jongg activated the stopwatch when Inu-yasha jumped the guy, knocking him off his feet. The white boy caught himself with his hands and flipped onto his knees. He clumsily skid to a halt as he saw another fist fly at him. Inu-yasha's fist connected with the boy's chin in a beautiful uppercut. Inu- yasha followed up with a right hook to the guy's nose, then brought his knee up, catching the boy in the stomach. Bruises quickly formed everywhere as bones broke with nasty crunches under the inu youkai's devastating assault. Ribs cracked under the dog demon's fists as the clock continued to tick.
"Ho much longer? This is making me sick." Miroku asked.
"Four seconds left." Jongg said as he watched on, unfazed by the site before him.
Blood dripped to the floor from a few dozen wounds, mostly from the mouth and the nose of the boy. One last punch completely knocked the wind from the boy as he was once again punched in the stomach. He flew back, unable to catch himself this time. His hands clutched his stomach as he screamed in agony.
"Had he pulled his punches until that last one?" he asked himself. Time seem to slow as he flew backwards, unable to stop. Finally, painfully, he landed on his ass, still clutching his stomach. He gasped for breath, air traveled down his throat in short raspy gasps.
"30. He's in."
Inu-yasha nodded in agreement. Obviously letting his anger vent made him feel better, though he had to pull most of his punches for this weak human. Even his last punch wasn't even close to his max. Humans are just too fragile.
"What's you're name punk?" Inu-yasha asked as he stood over him.
"Rick" he replied as he coughed up more blood.
"Clean yourself up Rick." Inu-yasha said, tossing him a towel as he walked away.
"We'll see you two at the high school tomorrow" Jongg said as he handed them a five-seven each. "I better not see these flashed around school," continued the Chinese boy in a dangerous tone, "Our business is on the streets. The school, we use our fists." The two new members nodded in unison as Jongg also walked off.
"Don't piss Inu-yasha off." Miroku said, drawing all attention from the two toward him. "He tends to kill when he's mad. By the way, we never got your name." Indicating the silent giant.
"Just call me Kengo"
Miroku nodded and followed his companions to the parking lot.
Back in the parking lot, Inu-yasha waited impatiently for Jongg and Miroku.
"Really need to kick their asses for making me wait like this." Inu-yasha thought.
"Hey! Come back here you little fag!" came a voice from behind. It came from the pool house. Inu-yasha turned around as someone brushed past him, taking his wallet.
"That little bastard!" the inu youkai growled as he gave chase. The little crook was fast to say the least. He, or it, had used the three seconds it took for Inu-yasha to notice his wallet was gone wisely. The inu youkai quickly caught up though, catching the "little bastard" at the corner of the block.
Inu-yasha turned the person over. They were clad in a dark brown robe with the hood pulled up, hiding his face. Inu-yasha lifted it off and saw the UGLIEST site he had ever seen. Yellow eyes stared up at the inu-youkai, the boy's nose was hooked up and he was, for lack of better words, lipless.
"What the hell?"
"Goddamn you're fast. What the hell are you?"
"Gee, I was wondering the same thing" Inu-yasha said as he studied the figure over again, making sure he was not imagining things.
"I'm Jaken. By the way, you need a job? You need a little bit of money on the side? Look up Sesshomaru on the East Side of Tokyo." Inu-yasha looked down at the little frog like man under him.
"Wallet, now, and whatever else you took." The dog demon demanded as he quickly lost his patience. Jaken returned the items slightly unwilling but overall cooperatively with a gun to his face. Inu-yasha shoved the little man away as he walked back towards the billiards hall.
"Thank you! Thank you! That little fag almost cleaned us out!" Called the manager as he saw the inu youkai walking back with the bag of money Jaken had taken. Inu-yasha walked up to him, looking him in the eye, for an eye patch covered one.
"I want to talk to you about insurance" Inu-yasha began.
The manager's happy expression dropped. He knew what was coming next.
"We really don't want to see any unfortunate 'accidents' happen to this place."
"How much for your insurance?" The manager asked as he put on a confident face.
"He's trying to play it off" Inu-yasha thought. "Hah, not much. Just five hundred a month should be enough." He said.
"Three hundred."
"WHAT!?" Asked the inu youkai as he lifted the manager off the ground by his collar.
"o-ok, you've got your five bills a month, just don't hurt me!" the poor man stuttered as he handed Inu-yasha five hundred dollars.
"That's better. Come, let's go." Inu-yasha said, calling his two most trusted members to him.
Inu-yasha reached into his pocket and brought out his keys. He got into the skyline, still having the new car smell. The dog demon breathed deep, taking in the smell while it lasted. He pulled out of the parking lot, a supra and evolution not far behind him.
They headed for Jongg's car-dealer-friend's place. They were offered a place to stay there and they planned to use that offer to its limits.
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Inu-yasha and Jongg slept on the two beds that were in the one room that they had to share. That left the floor to Miroku, and what an uncomfortable floor it was. The poor boy flipped over again and again but still was unable to lose himself in sleep.
"Inu-yasha should be sleeping down here" he thought, "He's the dog."
Finally giving up on sleep, the young boy got up and out of the house. No, not house, an estate more like. He walked to his black supra, its soft leather interior was very inviting to his stiff back. He pulled himself in and started bumping the music. He pulled out of the garage, the door closing silently behind him. Soon, the only thing left of his presence was the cloud of dust that was left in his wake.
Miroku drove on in silence, finally getting to a traffic light that stopped him. Another car pulled up next to him, the driver was dressed in a black racing suit with hot pink stripes running down the sides. Her car sported the same hot pink as her black suit. A Celica, wasn't exactly new but it was adequate, the rims practically shouted "BLING". Miroku looked over and winked at her, realization dawned on him that he had seen her before. She looked back and smirked, a second later and they were both gone.
The pair sped off into the night, staring each other down, neither bothering to look at the road in front. Each was lost in the other's eyes as they approached the next light. The girl took a right and drove away.
"And the chase is on" muttered Miroku to himself as he quickly changed lanes and followed. Speed limits were broken and left in the dust to rot as the two played their game of cat and mouse. Both cars went well over ninety.
Miroku kept up astonishingly well as the pink Celica in front took turns every which way. The black supra's driver was so caught up in following his prey that he didn't notice the "Road Closed" sign that he passed. Soon there were people crowding the streets, Miroku didn't notice till he was in the middle of the action, on the starting line.
Miroku gasped as he noticed what he had just gotten himself into, three other drivers were there as well. The pink Celica was on his right and two other cars on his left. A red mustang revved its engine, making a weak roar sputter from its muffler. Miroku smiled as he realized he was dealing with amateurs. Years with Inu-yasha had taught the boy how to race and all the education he received was now to be put to the test. Miroku shifted gears down to "park" and stomped on the accelerator. Fire burst out of his muffler as the car roared, causing the audience to place bets in favor of the black supra.
Another roar erupted out of the air, drowning out the Miroku's. There was rule number one broken, don't show off unless you know you're better than everyone else. More bets were given in favor of the girl next to him.
"Yo, yo. Check it out, this is a straightforward track, don't make any turns, this road winds in on itself. It's basically a really big circle, so here's how it goes. First one to get back here, wins. No strings attached. Don't worry about police, we have eyes everywhere, which also means you won't be able to get away if you lose." The owner of the voice seemed to be a racing figurehead in Tokyo. Everyone was paying attention to him, there was no noise at all, you could hear a pin drop. This was obviously the person to know if you need money or if you want to race. "Is that clear?" he asked.
Miroku nodded as did the two racers next to him.
"Yo, is that clear?" The person on Miroku's far left obviously didn't nod his head, unfortunately he couldn't see. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't see who was talking either.
"Alright then." The guy must have nodded. "How much you guy's putting up?"
"Three hundred" came a voice on his right.
"Any challenges?" The man walked past Miroku's car to hold onto the money.
"Hey, aren't you Jongg's friend?" Miroku asked.
"Hey, yeah. Miroku wasn't it? How you find us, I didn't invite you because you haven't paid up everything on this baby yet." He said with a smile, indicating the machine Miroku was sitting in. Miroku smiled back, feeling better now that he found someone he knew. The boy handed Jongg's friend three hundred dollars.
"I forget, what was your name again?"
"Oh yeah, I never gave it to you? Name's Kenji." He said and left, going around collecting the money from the other two drivers.
"Alright, check it out. As soon as I give you the word. GO!!!" Kenji's voice rang out loud and clear through the silence.
Three cars sped off into the night. The red mustang was left desperately trying to keep up. Automatic transmission definitely was not working. Miroku quickly shifted from first to second gear and pulled up behind the pink Celica. The car behind him was another supra, yellow instead of black. The three cars pulled around the first corner, forcing each driver to return to first gear and build their speed back up. The girl was still in the lead but Miroku was inching up next to her. Another bend came around and again they had to shift back down. The yellow supra pulled up next to Miroku who had carelessly swung too wide. The intake system on the engine of Miroku's supra helped him pass the rival supra. The extra horses that were added made a big difference.
Miroku road up on fourth gear and swapped to fifth, adding more speed as he caught up and passed the Celica. Unfortunately he wasn't able to slow down enough on the turn and once again he swung too wide, giving the girl a window of opportunity to pass him. She gladly took the opportunity, leaving Miroku, once again, in the dust. The final stretch, Miroku took a sudden burst of speed. He shift quickly past the gears, flooring the gas pedal. His rotations per minute was quickly sent to the red zone as he shifted to fifth gear and passed the Celica. The girl smiled as she pushed the two buttons for NOS and burned passed Miroku. Miroku flipped open the lid that covered the buttons for his tank of nitrous oxide and jammed his thumb down on it. He quickly caught up to the girl, her tank of NOS was exhausted and she was slowing down to a normal speed.
Miroku cleared the line as the crowd cheered. Money was swapped as losers gave up their bills to the winners. The boy got out of his car, sweat that he did not know about covered his face. He lifted his shirt up and used the front of it to wipe the sweat off, earning a few stares from the ladies in the crowd. The girl in the pink Celica was among them. Miroku put his shirt down, not noticing what had happened, not noticing the stares he was getting.
Kenji walked up to him, handing him a nice $1200. Miroku slipped him two hundred of it. The last and most important lesson, mutual respect.
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A/N: For those of you who are wonder "where the hell is Kagome in all this mess?" fear not! This has been the very first day. Only around 24 hours, give the kids some time. Lol.
Alright, that's it for this chapter, I would have put more but that's for the next chap.
*ducks as fruit flies over head*
Will you pussies stop that!? So it's a cliff *ducks again* hanger! But that doesn't *side steps* mean you should throw fruit at a guy! *gets smacked in the face* . you fruits.
Thanks everyone that reviewed, please keep doing so! And if you haven't already, check out To Tame the Beast, the first fanfic that I posted onto fanfiction.net!
BTW! If anyone has any ideas you can always send them in, if I like them, I'll include them in the story with special thanks to you! =) p34c3 0u7
Lil-strange-person: Sango is in this chapter now! =)
~HP3N
