Intermission.
It's been a while I know, but I've been busy with Uni and my own car so I really haven't had the time to work on this. Anyway, this isn't a full chapter... it's just a short intermission to usher in the changing of the story's pace.
The blue MR2 sailed through the Grand Curve of Myogi with ease, making his way to the peak at a relaxed pace. No point giving away a true indication of his skill when he wasn't here to race. He was here for Rina; he was here for Five Fire Flame.
Revenge for Five Fire Flame.
There was a carpark, several cars had gathered… but where was the… there! Parked just around the entrance alone was the black BNR32 Skyline. The car that had destroyed both Rina and Dysuke; Myogi's Black Lightning. Showing more confidence than he felt, the young Nikko native turned in the same small driveway and blocked off the Skyline with a jab of the brakes and a squeal of tires. He waited until he knew all the gathered racers would be paying attention to him and then exited his car, adjusted his leather jacket till it sat comfortably and turned his attention to the Night Kids.
"Nakazato Takeshi?"
A man with closely cut black hair, a prominent glare and way too much eyeliner stepped forth. With supreme confidence he smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.
"That's me. You're from Five Fire Flame right?"
Kai nodded.
"Go home Tochigi boy, the Night Kids settled our score on Happogahara and unless my maths is seriously wrong, two wins against your team on your home course beats our one loss on Myogi." Kogashiwa Kai glared bitterly at the GTR driver.
"The races on Happogahara don't count, it's true that that's our new home course, but you caught us on our first week! You want to beat Five Fire Flame on our home course, then I'll be waiting on Irohazaka, Saturday at 10pm."
With that he turned, re-entered his car, reversed onto the asphalt and left with a squeal of tires.
"No, Juro-san that's perfect! I'm sick of that little shrew on our team and the way everybody bows down to her and her schoolyard friends."
"No, the inside definitely, I've been watching her technique closely for weeks now and if you put the oil on the inside of the corner, she'll spin out and crash into the guardrail, but it won't be too bad. She'll get scared and she'll have a totalled car… in other words, she'll be out of racing for a long time to come!
"Excellent! She's the only person on our team set for time attack this weekend, so it's guaranteed to work."
"Okay, I'll meet with you after the team practice and pay you as promised"
Takuya stood with his hands behind his head struggling to absorb what he was staring at. When asked him for a lift to Ken Works he had no idea that it would've led in this direction.
"The turbo blew…. apparently the wastegate got stuck and it overboosted, so when I hit the accelerator…" Dysuke trailed off, all racers knew the horrible results of pushing too much boost throw a turbo and engine. "Originally I was going to ask Ken-san to rebuild it but… truthfully I've begun to feel the limitations of a single turbo engine in an FR car. When I was drifting I could use the kick of the boost to push the car sideways but doing that now makes me too slow and when I was driving Happo I noticed for the first time just how laggy my car was. It's time for a change, I want something that can compete with the Skyline GTR and I think this is it."
Takuya looked at the piece of metal in front of him, trying to gauge if it was on par to the job at hand. Certainly it had been done in the past, but on a mountain pass like Happogahara?
Whatever else happened, this was going to be interesting.
Satou Mako, her co driver Sayuki and their close friend Ieyasu Miyoko slowly sipped their drinks, gossiped light-heartedly, surveyed the opposite sex around them and generally partook of all the activities females found amusing in their spare time until slowly but surely a source of discord wound it's way between them. Or, to be more specific, towards them.
He looked horrible, if such a thing was possible. Big bags under his eyes, his hair was curled and dishevelled and there was a week old beard over his cheeks and chin. He cut a straight path for the girls with a small parcel in his hand, wrapped in brown paper.
"Mako-chan, sorry to interrupt you all." A small smile, almost conspiratorial in nature, worked it's way on to the faces of Sayuki and Miyoko. Mako just looked confused. "Sorry, to interrupt you, it's just that since your birthday is tomorrow and I thought I'd make your day a bit easier." He placed the package on table in front of them, spun it one hundred and eighty degrees and pushed it towards Mako.
"An entire semester's work… you can give it to Satou-san… no need to tutor me anymore…" he paused "Happy Birthday