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Chapter 1

5 years later

(Masago)

"Sago! They're headed our way!" Katashi bellowed, skidding into the bar and nearly slamming into one of the waitresses before screeching to a hlat, his pink robes flying out behind him.

"I know," I said sighing out the statement so as to not so subtly, show my irritation, as I stood up and downed the rest of my drink.

"Well then hurry up!" Katashi edged around the woman who was sweeping the floor, his beady black eyes darting everywhere as he toyed with the hunk of salt he wore around his neck like a talisman. Rolling my eyes, I followed him, snagging my worn jean jacket on the way out, flipping the bartender a coin. Coming out into the alley, I caught sight of my baby and grinned. She always made me happy. I had rescued her from a junkyard; she was a black and blue Harley Davidson I had spent hundreds of hours on. Next to her sat Katashi on his bike, waiting for me, his grey tiger cat visible in its little cubbyhole on the back of the bike.

"I see Ping is feeling better," I commented mounting up onto my black and blue motorcycle pulling on my gloves and old beaten up helmet.

"Yeah, but the vet had to take off most of his tail." Katashi informed me. We started our engines and sped off into the night to meet up with Yuki and the rest of the gang to pulverize our rivals The Samurai. Our two gangs were equal in power and we were both trying to expand our turf.

"Last I heard from them they were headed toward the east border of our territory, but I'm not sure which part!" Katashi yelled to me as we zoomed off toward the location where Yuki and the gang had last been. Narrowing my eyes I divided my attention between driving and finding Yuki. Biting down on my lip, I reached out along the connective thread I had made with him and slipped into his mind.

We're going to get those shits this time! Yuki's thoughts became my own for a moment while I picked out his location from his mind, snapping back to full awareness just in time to pull into the correct traffic lane.

After my family had died I had found myself swamped with visions of the future and people's thoughts and emotions along with other mental abilities. It had been overwhelming; for about a year or two I had been a recluse, not going near anyone for fear of seeing their demise or hearing every single thought running through their minds. Slowly I learned to tune people's thought and emotions out enough that I could function without getting horrible migraines. Eventually, right before I met the gang, I taught myself how to control most of my clairvoyant powers. It hadn't been easy, and still when I find myself under a lot of pressure I sometimes revert back to square one. Most people when they find out about my special talents believe me insane; Katashi is one of the only ones who doesn't find me insane. The reason Katashi listens to me and doesn't think I am off my rocker is because he claims aliens abducted him with his cat; he never told me what exactly happened but it seems like it was rather traumatic. It drove him to dye the top of his hair like a rainbow and his tiny ponytail blue; in an attempt to look like the alien scum, he once told me.

"They're near the factory district on highway 95B," I shouted over to my partner as I hit my turn signal, and whipped around the corner and onto the ramp that would lead us to them. Glancing at him driving next to me, I couldn't help but chuckle and shake my head, he drove the weirdest looking set of wheels I had ever seen. If you were to look at it, it would look like a thin rectangle in between two wheels; the right side of the rectangle was carved out, the left side smooth and intact. This was due to the fact that because he wore robes, he couldn't ride normally with one leg on each side, so in order to be able to ride he had remodeled his bike. He sat with both legs on one side (the right) with his feet in little holes that had one just a small distance higher than the other, his seat was slightly reclined and cushioned so his weight didn't fall directly on his tail bone. On the flat left side he had painted a beautiful silver wolf with his head thrown back howling; the panel it was painted on covered a compartment that he kept stuff in. The handlebars, were another thing completely, there was one for his right hand and that was for steering and braking while there was nothing for his left, on the flat part of his bike, on his left were all the other controls including the ignition. Behind him there was a round padded basin that was where Ping sat with his little goggles on to protect his eyes. Next to Ping, sticking straight up was Katashi's weapon of choice; a stick with a brick cemented on the end. He called it his Alien Hammer; he told me that when the aliens came back, this is what he'd smack 'em with.

Accelerating, I continued straight ahead, bringing myself into seeing distance of the rest of the gang, who were already giving chase to a few Samurai. Their taillights glowed in the darkness, red beacons guiding us to where we were supposed to go. Katashi and I were still some distance away and not in the thick of it. Quickly I picked out the guys from our gang, all had silver wolves on the back of their jackets and had painted the letters and numbers on their license plates blood red. At the front I picked out Yuki and his head honchos, Takeo and Raiden, riding in the shape of an arrow, a tactic that almost always worked. The other bikers were forming a line behind them.

Sensing a disturbance (in the Force), I glanced into my side view mirrors and started cursing. The rest of the Samurai were behind us! How could I have not noticed? Reaching down I grabbed the hard wooden pole I kept with me, while keeping my eyes on the road ahead of me. Looking into my mirror again I picked out the leader, and moved my bike into the right position, fixed my grip on my stick and hit my brakes throwing my arm holding my stick out at a right angle to my body. The whole maneuver was a thing of beauty, perfectly timed for the best results; the wooden bar slammed into him, right across his chest, ripping him completely off his bike so he hit the pavement hard and his bike crashed into the second in command. Letting loose a war cry, I attacked the one who had been creeping up on Katashi, landing a solid blow to his shoulder, dismounting him as well before moving onto the next one. Katashi had realized what was going on behind him, and had alerted the gang ahead of us and joined in the ruckus.

(time elapse)

"That was sweet! Good job out there Sago!" Yuki slapped me on the back as we reclined at a table with the rest of the gang over a round of beer and other assorted drinks. His amber eyes were aglow from the last skirmish, his shoulder length silver hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. As I looked at him I remembered the first time I had ever seen him; I had been petrified, because he had lifted me clear off my feet, and scowled, his amber eyes hard and flat. Next to him sat Takeo his black hair in a crew cut that Uta, Raiden's sister had given him; he was the deep thinker of the group and his pale green eyes were the most piercing, he could sense a lie five miles away. Raiden, the youngest of the trio was the most humorous a joke or smart-ass comment always resting on the tip of his tongue, ready to be used at any time. He had golden blond hair and light grey eyes; nothing ever seemed to get him down although he could be serious when needed.

It was these three who had bonded together to help provide for me and make sure I made it through instead of just hauling me back to the orphanage. They had become my family, along with Uta; the people I went to when I was in trouble or sad, the ones who could make me smile and realize that there was a purpose to living in this world. When I had come to them and told them that I wanted to join the gang, they hadn't laughed or talked down at me, but instead told me that I would have to go through the ceremony, and just because I was their "little sister" didn't mean they were going to go easy on me. They never treated me any different than the rest of the gang except for the fact that they made me wear a helmet instead of just goggles.

"Need another SQUAWK make it a double!" Captain Morgan yelled from Serenia's shoulder as she approached us with the rest of our orders. "SQUAWK How'd you sleep last night?" This comment was the captain's usual greeting for Katashi, who rarely was able to sleep because of awful recurring nightmares. The parrot had picked up this question from Serenia, but when he said it, it seemed more obnoxious. Serenia clicked her teeth together in annoyance at her shoulder companion as her looked at him and narrowed her green eyes.

"How's everyone?" Serenia's voice usually musical voice was strained revealing that the regulars were starting to get on her nerves.

"We whooped the Samurai' butts!" That was Gosan, the newest and youngest of the gang; everything was still all new and exciting and was he under the impression that everything we did was absolutely wonderful. He had acidic green hair that was short and spiked up with some sort of beauty product, and his eyes were bright blue, like the ocean on a clear day. He had enough metal in his face and ears to melt down and make into a tank; three nose rings, three hoops in his eyebrows and a tongue ring. In his left ear he had a solid line of studs and hoops down the edge with a safetypin and more earrings and hoops in his right ear. It was still a mystery to most of as to why Yuki had let him join, but we trusted Yuki, so we asked no questions and we just hoped that we could beat some intelligence into him.

"SQUAWK Buried 'em in the sand!" Captain Morgan sang a line from an old American song off-key; he then preened himself puffing his chest out with self-importance.

"Well isn't that nice." Serenia smiled slightly as she set down the drinks. "This is a Painkiller," she said handing it to Katashi. "It's made with a cocktail mix of coconut and fruit juice over the rocks with rum."

"Gonna be sleeping it off in a gutter tonight SQUAWK!" Captain remarked, flapping his wings before letting out a string of garbled squeaks and whistles.

"Behave yourself, or I'll put you back on your perch," Serenia scolded him.

"Back on your perch!" he echoed, showing that he was going to back off, at least for a little while.

"If you need anything else…" Serenia trailed off before turning on her heel and heading over to the bar where more customers were waiting. Katashi watched her go over the rim of his drink. We sat in silence for a little while just unwinding from the day, I had a glass of water for I knew I would be driving or walking most of them home.

(time elapse)

"Come on, dance with me!" It was one of the regulars at the bar, I think his name was Kiryu.

"Bug off." I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, barely keeping my temper in check; it would do no good for me to lose it in the middle of a crowded bar, no good at all.

"What are you too good for me?" He latched onto my shoulder again and yanked me around to stare into my eyes, his putrid breath invading my nostrils. Gritting my teeth, I cursed myself for sitting in the corner of the booth without the rest of the gang.

"Let go of me or you'll regret it." I hissed at him gathering myself to attack if he didn't heed me, I would knock him out cold.

"Oh really?" He tightened his grip, and I launched into action, throwing my water into his face before hitting him hard in the nose with the heel of my hand. Reaching up, I jammed my thumb deep into the pressure point that would make his arm go numb. Next I swung my legs up onto the empty portion of seat beside me and kicked up, nailing him in the chin, sending him backwards into Katashi who was dancing with Serenia. Not happy at all with being interrupted Katashi knocked him out cold.

"S'bout time fer you t'be goin home," Yuki slurred slinging an arm around my shoulders. "S'not nice to 'urt morons."

"I think you need to go home as well." I supported him as I scanned the crowd for Takeo and Raiden. Takeo was sitting in the corner brooding over his drink, while Raiden was chatting up some girls, one of whom he would probably take home with him.

"Takeo! I'm taking Yuki home!" I called out to my foster brother across the din. He acknowledged my statement with a barely seen nod as I exited the building with my big brother, who was muttering about pretty girls and buckets. In the alleyway, I picked out his bike, and aided him in getting himself onto on it, keeping the kickstand up so the bike wouldn't fall over on him and trap him beneath it while I got on my bike. Hoisting myself up onto the back of my baby, I booted my kickstand up and while straddling her walked myself, and the bike over to Yuki. He was slumped over his bike not exactly in the real world.

"Yuki, sit up and start your bike," I commanded as I started my own, watching my drunken friend do the same with some difficulty. Rolling my eyes, I gathered myself for what was going to be a long ride home as I focused on putting up the kickstand on the bike and keeping it upright with my mind. Once he was done I put both our bikes into gear, one manually and the other telekinetically and began to drive us home. About a half an hour later the two of us staggered up the stairs to our broken down apartment and collapsed onto our separate beds. Sleep claimed me instantly sweeping me off into the depths of the dream world.

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