A/N: It's funny that I never would ever catch myself on a team sport any more, that I nearly pissed my pants of laughter because I joined the track team. Although I didn't join because of the sport exactly. It was more to do with the Senior hotties. Their muy caliente. They either played football or basketball before they came into track and all of them are taller than me. -dreamy sigh- They have a nice -blush- chest with a great six-pack -drool- I don't know how many times I've caught myself thinking how nice it would be if I could run my hand down through those...wonderful muscles. Their hands are so big...and you know what they say about big hands -wink-...And that's what led me to buy a $65 dollar yearbook this year. In color -squeal-. I can't wait!
Import Racing
Chapter 10
'Today, was just another day that would be perfectly ruined by school.' She thought idly as she parked into the school's parking lot. She sighed as she picked out her backpack and slung it over her shoulder before slipping her hands through their respective spots. She locked the doors to her car and quickly set her focus on finding a certain boy...
She blinked when she couldn't find Miroku's form anywhere on the senior lawn where practically everyone spent their mornings talking, rough housing, making out, etc...'He could be in the library.' She thought to herself. She pulled the straps on her backpack tighter and headed towards the back of the school.
On her walk to the library, she found herself idly wondering where Sesshomaru could be...Did he miss her? Forget about her? Although she told herself repeatedly that it didn't matter if he cared or not, the slow throbbing of her chest and the tightning of her throat told her otherwise. 'It hurts...It still hurts. It's been a week since we've seen each other.' In that week she had avidly made a point to distract herself by driving constantly on mountains and chatting away with Miroku every now and then. She even went as far as disguising herself in Kouga's clothes (after much begging) and raced against others under the code name, Ryosuke or Ry for short. She even convinced Miroku to come. Of course it was a hassle to convince him of wearing more...stylish clothes.
FlashBack--
"Think of it as a coming out party...Please!" Kagome said for the upteenth time. She pleaded with him, giving out the puppy dog stare and the quivering lip for enfaces. He had straight out refused when she got on her knees and begged with her hands clasped in front of her in praying mode. Now she was going to extreme measures. "Please..." She whimpered, to his quickly dissolving determination. He caught himself before he gave in and turned the other way to avoid looking at the cute pouting faces she made.
"Are you embarassed of me?" He said slowly. They were in Kouga's room. Miroku standing in front of the door that connected Kouga's room to the bathroom. The clothes that Kagome wanted him to wear were on the bed beside them, laying innocently on the silk covers. Of course, Miroku didn't think they were so innocent. They've been in Kouga's room for the past hour, spending most of the time with Kagome trying to canjole him into changing into those neat clothes.
"No, but I thought you'd like to impress the ladies...I guess I was wrong?" She said slowly. In all reality she was making her plans of making Miroku the sexiest god he could be. She figured if he'd get a feel to what its like to be a man that was admired by the female population he'd be more willing to try her 'operation' of sorts.
'There was no use denying her.' Miroku thought. He shifted uncomfotably, for what seemed the thousandth time since they got in Kouga's finely tuned car. Kouga's Mazda left Miroku wondering what was in that hood. It kept on making the deep purrs that Miroku found disturbing when cats made a similar noise.
The onyx colored RX-7 was one of Kouga's more prominant and faithful cars when it came to braking. And that's all Kagome was grateful for. Her specialties dealing with corners relied mostly on her foot and the braking pads. Although she wasn't quite used to riding her older brother's car, she made it a point to drive with the people who were less then experienced.
She knew that tonight was not based on improving her skills more so than earning money for Miroku's make-over...That he knew nothing about.
Currently, they were heading toward one of the more famous spots where the crowds were big, the reputations were infinite, and the records were amazing.
...and the wallets were fatter then ever.
She sped up slightly when the base of the mountain came into view. The crowds were indeed present and every vital points on the mountain were covered with snickering males and bored veterans. Miroku gazed out of the window, blinking as the scenery became nothing but a blur. He rubbed his hands over his eyes to get rid of the incessant shapeless figures.
Kagome had stolen his medicated glasses while he was in the bathroom changing and had agreed to give them back once he was dropped off. Although he failed to tell her that he was practically blind without them and the fear that should have come with the car ride next to a skilled women was non-excistant. 'Or maybe it had to do more with that saying...'Out of sight, out of mind'...?'
The car quickly came to a stop as soon as engines of the participants of next race were heard. Kagome made the motion of fixing her hat to obscure everything but her mouth. She grunted a bit before clearing her throat. "Does this sound any good?" She said in the best manly voice possible. Miroku nodded in the negative. "You need to sound more baritone then whiny." He stated. His vision might have been impared but his hearing was not. And if Kagome planned to be a man for tonight with that voice, she was so screwed.
He squinted at her blurred figure. All he could get from her blobby like form was the colors whe was wearing. She was wearing a navy sweater. 'Or is it a hoody?' He thought. The blue fadded out pants looked like they were tie dyed from his point of view. They were loose and baggy, hiding what ever sexy form she had under those clothes to the point were you couldn't tell the difference if it was a male or female's body. The hooded sweater dipped in some places where it looked like she could have had a female figure under all those rags, but that was the point. To dress like a man. Ba a transvestite!
She tried again and when he nodded in the affirmative she took a deep breath and exited out of the car. She headed towards the large crowd where she assumed the person who ran the races was at. The place was filled with racing cars and slutty whores strutting around in what appeared underwear to Miroku. He quickly blushed at that thought. He felt his face grow hot when a pinch to his derrie and sultry voice whispered in his ears, "Hey sexy." The woman purred as she grabbed hold of his arm and gently but surely brushed her form against his.
Kagome quickly interrupted. "Jesus Miroku! I can't leave you alone for one minute before you snag a piece of some ass!" She said in the same voice he had approved of earlier. The nameless woman turned to look at the person who interrupted her quest before steeling a glance at the man she had her arms and body around. His face was a cherry red from what she assumed to be perverted thoughts and the nice black business suit went well with his figure. The light blue under shirt showed a bit of his muscles and the pants showed a nice view of his backside. Hence, the whole pinching thing. She couldn't resist a man well built.
Kagome sighed slightly before shooing away the unwelcomed guest. She needed to go over some things with Miroku for a bit.
She leaned in closer to Miroku before spewing out the details. "My race is coming up after this. All I put up was five hundred dollars...after some convincing words that is. They thought I was cheap! Pfft, as if. Anyways...what's my name again?" She asked Miroku, hopefully he wouldn't blow her cover. The less the people knew of her real identity the better. Although the bumper sticker and the art design on the car's back window would be a dead give away. The logos stood out on the car. Of course, this car was for advertising.
"Ryosuke, or Ry for short." He stated, a yawn escaping his mouth.
"Good."
A/N: LOL! I totally forgot about my computer and the fanfic. But when you're drooling over a hottie in one of your classes...-dreamy sigh- This chapter goes outto all those impatient readers out there! Thank you for reminding me.
You get the idea.
For reviewer's:
I'll answer and mention everyone in the next chapter, okay?
To clear things up...
Yes, Kagome is dressing up like a guy.
Yes, Miroku does wear glasses. My friend actually freaked!
No, I didn't make that name up. A pat on the back to whoever guesses right.
Celestial Fox
